The small town is graceful

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I. Bridgehead
Dongzi liked to call me "slut," which was too vulgar and extremely offensive. I stopped the nickname with my fist. Ajing, rather delicate and refined, often just said, "You—" to express his exclamation. Actually, we were both pretty much the same, aimless wanderers on the streets of the small town after dinner. Sexual hunger and frustration made it impossible for us to stay indoors. Although we had countless romantic encounters, we never actually ejaculated our passionate semen into any girl's body. On the streets of the small town, seeing girls like blooming flowers, our eyes blazed with fire, our hearts filled with filth.
We were both perfectly capable of keeping one or two girls in our homes to completely solve our problems, but we were both full of fantasies and couldn't tolerate any ordinary girl ending our glorious youth.
So we remained here, constantly dreaming of the perfect girl, our hearts filled with resentment.
What kind of girl could catch our eye? Ajing hoped for an absolute virgin, meaning her hands had never been touched by other boys, and also a slender figure and a gentle nature. Dongzi hopes for a girl with class, someone who won't become utterly boring after a few days, making him want to run away. She also needs to be pretty, at least pleasing to the eye, and a full figure is preferred. As for me? I've always wanted to seduce a beautiful, gentle village girl—petite, with fair skin—almost embodying my lifelong ideal.
Are our demands excessive? Not at all. This is precisely why we've been so indignant. Damn it, girls, girls, open your eyes! Standing here are three handsome guys: A-Jing, refined and scholarly, over 1.8 meters tall, works at the post office. Dongzi, over 1.7 meters tall, dashing and carefree, loves basketball, a middle school teacher. And me? I claim to be 1.7 meters tall, charming and full of spirit (I won't tell you much more).
There's always something stopping us from pursuing girls. For the most secret fantasy in our hearts. This fantasy will forever keep us young, forever keep us innocent. In this small town, we were the purest minority. We struggled, suffered, and were anxious, tossing and turning, endlessly wandering the streets at night, searching for a final, tolerable solution.
On nights like these, our girls, dressed in thin clothes, would either nestle gracefully in someone else's arms as they walked past us, or, after a bath and smelling perfume, lock themselves in their rooms, lying on comfortable beds. The beautiful bodies we had long awaited were covered by a thin blanket—a resource, an endless waste. Years later, when they finally emerged, their faces haggard, their spirits gone, no longer pleasing to us.
The summer of 1997 was like this. Hong Kong had returned to the embrace of the motherland, but our girls refused to enter our arms. We continued our wanderings on the streets, our bodies restless, our happiness utterly gone. I began to plan to leave this small town, to seek my happiness far away. That's when I met Amai.
II. Amai
Amai, Amai, a true girl, that's all I can say. The summer breeze was blowing through us, the three of us womanizers. We huddled together, urinating into the river through a gap in the bridge railing. The lights weren't dim, and people were coming and going on the bridge, but we were confident we wouldn't be seen.
Our nurturing mother river generously accepted our offering. We slowly and gracefully tucked our exposed penises into our pants. Just then, two girls hurried past us. Our hands were still on our zippers, but our heads were following their silhouettes.
"Ah!" I cried out, "I saw them!" My heart ached.
Dongzi said, "Not bad."
Ajing asked, "Which one? Which one?!"
I followed them, mesmerized.
Dongzi said, "A big butt, but a little thick around the waist."
I said tremblingly, "I was talking about the smaller one."
Ajing had already seen it clearly: "Not bad!"
I cried out in grief and indignation, "Not just not bad, a real girl!" My heart ached as if being torn apart, and I walked forward dejectedly.
"What are you doing?!" Ajing shouted.
"Don't hold me back!" I struggled to shake off Ah Jing.
Amai turned back and smiled. I froze, stopped, and murmured, "How is it? Hey, how is it?" Ah Jing and Dongzi came to my side.
Ah Jing said, "Still young."
Dongzi said, "Little vixen."
Tears streamed down my face: "That's the kind of little vixen I want."
Amai's pale yellow back had an indescribable charm, a slender waist and small hips, seemingly not yet mature, yet uniquely alluring. Her face, with its upturned little nose, had a charming arrogance within its coquettishness. Her eyes were like stars, dark and deep, seemingly able to speak, captivating and making my heart ache for a thousand years.
III. The Flower Shop
The witch has nine wings, each wing wanting to fly. Amai is like that, enigmatic and unpredictable, forever fearing to lose her.
"What are you doing, always clinging to me?" Amai said.
"It's not that I'm clinging to you, it's that I have to follow you," I said.
"You're so old, and I'm so young, how can you be so shameless?"
"Am I old? I'm still a virgin!"
"Shameless!"
"Funny!"
"I'm going to call for help!
" "I'll call for you."
Amai stared at me angrily; she was at her cutest then.
I said, "Okay, Amai, we've known each other for a week now, right? Do you know I like you?"
"But I don't like you, and I'm not called Amai!"
"Then tell me your name?"
"Do you think I'll tell you?!"
"Then I'll just have to call you Amai. I don't know why, but the first time I saw you, that's the name that came to mind."
"You're crazy! You pervert!"
"No matter what you say, no girl has ever made me perverted before, but now, except for you—" I said tenderly.
Amai tore at her hair: "Oh my god, I can't stand you!"
I said, "You look so beautiful. Want an apple?"
Amai said angrily, "I brushed my teeth!"
I said, "I usually brush my teeth after eating fruit. You're definitely different."
Amai's companion chuckled; this was in their flower shop. I bought fruit on my way to visit my beloved girl. My heart was filled with love. Just then, my pager went off. I said, "Sorry, Amai, I have to make a phone call, it's important."
"Get lost!"
Amai said, barely suppressing a laugh.
IV. Teacher
Yuan Amai liked to wear light yellow clothes. In the flower shop, she herself resembled a fresh flower. Every gesture, every bend, every glance exuded a delightful fragrance.
I, worn out by love and desire, staggered into the flower shop.
"You're here again!"
"I wouldn't not come."
"Wait here, our boss will be here soon!"
"Okay, you're the one who told me to wait."
"Hmph!"
"Who's your boss?"
"He's here!"
I glanced outside and saw a bunch of kids running around. I quickly hid behind Amai, pleading, "Please, please don't tell her later." Amai twisted her waist and dodged.
Amai's boss came in, grabbing my ear, "I thought some little rascal was causing trouble, but it's you, you little monkey!"
I cried, "Teacher Yuan!"
Teacher Yuan said, "You're really terrible. You've been chasing after her for so many days, and you can't even win over a little girl. What did I teach you back then?"
Amai yelled, "Oh my god!"
I said, "What are you yelling about? It's all your fault. Teacher Yuan knows about us."
Amai's sullen face looked so cute, I wanted to bite her.
I said, "Teacher Yuan, do you need any help at your flower shop?"
Amai yelled, "No!"
I said, "I didn't ask you!"
Teacher Yuan smiled, "Don't let it affect your business."
I said, "Yes!"
I respectfully watched my middle school crush get on her motorcycle and drive away. After all these years, she's still so charming and understanding. I really wanted to chase after her and kiss her.
Amai responded to my shamelessness with silence; his helpless expression was damn touching!
V. Xue'er
Besides the three of us lonely wolves, there were many other lonely young men in the small town. Like us, they wandered around all night, their sole purpose being to one day slip their penises into a girl's crotch.
They were very easy to spot; the ones looking helpless next to a girl were them. Wanting to have their cake and eat it too, yet too proud to admit it, they sometimes had to sized up the girl beside them to see if she was worth a try, thus appearing indecisive and worried. And to show their indifference, they often deliberately slack off. Sigh, they looked just like us!
Actually, there was another group of boys: neatly dressed, decisive in speech, and efficient in action, but often with vulgar faces. Beautiful girls, with a slight pride on their faces, leaned against these boys, tilting their delicate faces up, their expressions intimate with them. They made us green with envy. We called these boys "dogs."
Where the "dogs" hang out, there are often pretty girls—this is an experience Prince has summarized. Prince's surname is Wang, hence his nickname. Sometimes we also call him "Meatball," when we're unhappy.
Two years after graduating, Prince's face is covered in pimples, looking quite miserable, clearly tormented by lust.
Dongzi, Ajing, and I reunited at the bridgehead to wait for Prince. Prince provided crucial intelligence: a new batch of female waitresses had arrived at the First Guesthouse. We called this "new resources"—every year, a batch of girls in this small town grows up, enters society, and becomes our prey. For example, the annual teacher training students from the Education Bureau. Or, for example, a newly opened factory somewhere.
Prince led us to the new female waitresses' dormitory, and the room full of fresh, tender faces excited us.
These radiant girls are all inexperienced virgins; if we're lucky, we can hook one up that very night and take her out for a little groping.
Of course, whether we actually go all in depends on whether we can quickly become "dogs"—usually not, so we're still virgins.
The biggest gain for me that night was meeting Xue'er. Xue'er became the girl I fantasized about giving my virginity to.
It was quite a scene; we pretended to be old waiters at the First Guesthouse, getting very close to the girls. Xue'er came in, still wet from her shower, and Dongzi quickly hid behind Ajing. Xue'er exclaimed, "Teacher Lin!"
Dongzi quickly clarified, "Just kidding, haha. I heard I have a student here, so I came to check it out."
"Welcome, welcome!" The girls became even more enthusiastic, bringing out lots of food and piling it all over the table.
From then on, Dongzi lost the right to flirt with the girls. Ajing, Wangzi, and I lost one less competitor.
Xue'er and I quickly became close. Being close meant we agreed to visit each other when we had time and exchanged contact information. Just thinking about her being Dongzi's student made my penis hard.
Because Dongzi used to sigh all the time, "We're just training wives for other people!" At that time, I secretly hoped Dongzi would train one for me.
Hmm, Xue'er was undoubtedly very pretty, though not necessarily beautiful, but fair skin makes up for many flaws, especially her full breasts. She was also gentle and easy to get! Girls who are easy to get give off a feeling of being within reach, a feeling that fueled my desire. I watched Xue'er's slightly parted lips, as if she were saying something, but I heard nothing, only imagining myself pinning her down.
Dongzi was restless. When we came out, Ajing complained that Dongzi had pinched his arm until it was bruised.
VI. Selling Flowers
Amai said, "I'm telling you, keep a meter's distance from me." She gestured with her slender hand towards her private area.
I said, "This shop is small, it's difficult!"
Amai said, "I don't care!"
I turned to Xiaoqing and said, "Sister Xiaoqing, you be the judge."
Amai's companion could only smile and lower her head.
Amai had a ponytail that stuck up at the back of her head. Her neck was covered in smooth, alluring skin. Her swaying waist was incredibly captivating. While I was tending the flower shop, I was completely satisfied, my heart filled with joy.
And Amai? Her personality made it difficult for her to remain silent. The two girls were whispering amongst themselves, and her companion glanced at me; I knew they were plotting against me.
Sure enough, Amai tossed out a sentence, "We're going out for a bit!" and pulled her companion away.
I cried out, "Hey! I don't know how to sell flowers!" They ignored me.
Humph! What's so hard about selling flowers? I stood at the door, calling out to the passing couples, "Hey, buy a bouquet!" Some people just smiled and walked away.
Someone actually came over: "How much are these flowers?"
"It's okay, whatever price you want," I said. "Discount! Sale! Cheap!"
The person looked at me with surprise. Amai popped out: "Five yuan."
I said, "Yes! Five yuan a flower! Oh, no, a bunch! --- a bouquet!"
Amai pushed me aside, laughing, and said, "Don't listen to him, he's my friend, just hanging out!"
The flower buyer nodded and said "Oh."
Amai was selling flowers. I shouted outside the door, "Flowers for sale! Flowers for sale! Flowers for sale today!" Many people, not knowing why, gathered around. The shop was doing brisk business.
After everyone left, I grinned at Amai: "Hehe, 'friend,' interesting!"
Amai lifted her right foot, puffed out her cheeks: "Get lost!"
Amai's face was a little red as she said this.
VII. Morning Beauty
I've never been a monogamous person; I have desires for every slightly pretty girl. A man, when he reaches a certain age, temporarily transforms into a beast, especially when he first wakes up, possessing a desire and power to pierce the entire world.
I once wrote a short poem to express my admiration and longing for young girls:
My little flower of desire blooms in the lonely, awakening afternoon.
Ah, you, who tug at my heartstrings, every gentle tremor is like a budding, tranquil maiden shyly touching a button.
My days linger on every leaf of yours. Please don't forget my vigil that began in winter, don't forget those nights when the moonlight poured out my heart's secrets like water. Your silence,
the little flower of my desire blooms in the lonely, awakening afternoon.
It seems like lyricism, but it's actually unfulfilled desire, sublimated into delicate and graceful words.
Therefore, I strongly agree with the saying that literature is fantasy. If not tormented by sexual desire, what would a writer use to write those seductive words?
For a time, I was filled with spring fever and wrote many articles that moved myself. That was because I met a beautiful and alluring girl.
One day, I decided to have breakfast. Just as dawn was breaking, I ran to the breakfast shop. After buying my steamed buns and fried dough sticks, I saw a girl in bright red pants, sleepy-eyed, lazily walking towards me.
Her face was beautiful, and she exuded an indescribable sensuality. For some reason, I was reminded of a young woman who had emptied a chamber pot one morning long ago—that same undeniable sensuality, like she had just been with a man, carrying a radiant glow after the rain.
At that moment, my whole body tensed, a powerful feeling washing over me, my crotch bulging uncontrollably. As I brushed past her, she clearly noticed, a blush creeping across her face.
After she bought breakfast, I waited by the roadside. She pushed her bicycle aside, and the moment she leaped onto it, her slightly restrained movement was incredibly alluring. She glanced back at me, a look that seemed to hold endless meaning.
We didn't exchange a word. But that morning, there was a tacit understanding between us, making it extraordinary, filled with the beauty of sex and desire. Afterwards, my mind was filled with her bright red pants; I admit it was the sexiest outfit I had ever seen. I gave her a nickname: Yangyang.
Yangyang would go to buy breakfast every day at that time. She would always run into me. Those mornings were refreshing and powerful for me.
I never imagined that I would share an evening with Yangyang before leaving the small town.
VIII. Xiaoqing
Years later, I began to doubt whether my feelings for Amai were love. Because before, when I fell in love with girls, I worshipped them like saints, remembering only their smiles, their eyes, their elegant movements.
But with Amai, what I remembered was the way her small chest puffed out when she pouted, the way her little bottom wiggled when she twisted her waist, and the occasional glimpse of her fair skin peeking out from between her clothes—it was anything but pure, quite vulgar. In short, Amai was the kind of girl who could ignite my passion. Seeing her, I didn't want to tenderly embrace her, but rather impulsively pounce on her.
Amai's reaction to me wasn't as intense as before. Amai said, "You're here?"
I said, "Yes, I came to see you."
Amai pouted, "I have a boyfriend."
I said, "Really? Let me see!"
Amai remained silent.
I quietly asked Xiaoqing, "Sister Xiaoqing, does Amai really have a boyfriend?"
Xiaoqing smiled, "Why don't you ask her yourself?!"
I pestered Xiaoqing, "Sister Xiaoqing, please tell me, I'll treat you to a movie."
Amai looked like she was eavesdropping.
I shouted, "Come closer if you want to hear!"
Amai turned away disdainfully, warning, "Xiaoqing!"
I said, "Ignore her, let's talk about ours."
Xiaoqing leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I don't know!"
I exclaimed, "Oh, I see!"
Amai yelled sharply, "Xiaoqing!" Xiaoqing and I were startled; we hadn't expected Amai to be so fierce when she changed her expression. Her delicate face looked frightening. I was a little confused—was this really Amai?
Xiaoqing said aggrievedly, "I didn't tell him."
I was furious. Why was Amai yelling at Xiaoqing? Just because Xiaoqing was honest? After spending these days with her, I felt that Xiaoqing was gentle and considerate, and I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her.
I gave Amai a cold look and said, "Xiaoqing, ignore some people. Come on, I'll take you to play!"
Xiaoqing looked at Amai without saying a word.
I walked up to Amai and said softly, "You'd better apologize to Xiaoqing."
Amai said, "It's none of your business!"
I stared into Amai's eyes and said, "You're still being stubborn!"
We stared at each other. Amai's gaze gradually retreated, and I gently nudged her shoulder. Amai looked at Xiaoqing, who quickly waved her hand, "No need, no need."
Amai didn't say a word and went to the small cubicle at the back.
I followed and sat down next to her. This time, Amai didn't dodge. I chuckled, "Childish temper."
Amai turned her head away and ignored me. I breathed into her ear and suddenly whispered, "Amai, I like you so much."
Amai glanced at me. I continued my emotional outpouring: "Whether you're throwing a tantrum or ignoring me in anger, I still love you just the same."
"I think I'm doomed. Whether you have a boyfriend or not, I'm going to love you."
"What do I love about you? Your upturned nose, your thin lips. And your eyes, those unforgiving eyes."
"Amai—"
Amai said, "Stop nagging!"
I exclaimed in surprise, "Are you talking to me, Amai?!"
Amai wrinkled her little nose and snorted. It was already starting to sound a bit coquettish. I hadn't expected to break through her defenses like this. Overjoyed, the hot, petite body before me made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help but put my hand on her shoulder.
Amai said, "Don't touch me."
I said, "If I like you, I'll touch you. Just one more touch." I had already taken Amai's hand.
IX. Unrequited Love
I once reminisced about my romantic relationships and discovered that there were over a hundred girls with names and surnames. They occupied my heart for varying lengths of time during certain stages of my life, sometimes unique, sometimes coexisting, but I was always so serious about each one. I think this must have been incredibly difficult; simply labeling it "lustful" wouldn't fully capture it.
Most of them lived in that small town. That town was indeed small, with tens of thousands of people, a few main streets running horizontally and vertically, divided in two by a river: the southern part was called Shui Nan, and the northern part was called Cheng Guan. Because the town was small, and they were all close in age, some of them might know each other, or they might not know each other initially, but one day suddenly see them walking together. At that moment, I would be amazed and sigh, thinking, "These girls I love, they are natural sisters, enveloped by this small town."
Perhaps it was precisely because the town was small that everyone had more contact, which made it easy for me to get to know them. Sometimes, in the same corner, I would often see the same face. On the same bus, I would always encounter the girl I was hoping for. And so, against my will, I fell in love with them. Indeed, most of the time, it was unrequited love.
My unrequited love began in kindergarten. Initially, it contained little sexual intent; I was mainly captivated by their delicate and well-proportioned faces. But when it came to Ms. Yuan, something was different. Ms. Yuan's eyes, nose, and lips weren't exactly beautiful; they lacked a symmetrical and charming beauty. For example, her nose was too high, her mouth was large, and her eyes were narrow and long, but together they possessed an indescribable allure, a captivating charm.
Ms. Yuan also began to attract me because I heard some rumors: she was a womanizer. The word "womanizer" had a powerful impact on me. During Ms. Yuan's classes, I would stare at her body, imagining how those womanizers would happen. Over time, Ms. Yuan's body seemed to possess a kind of magic.
I had an ambiguous encounter with Ms. Yuan. At the time, I was the class representative and went to Ms. Yuan's house to deliver homework. Ms. Yuan was taking a shower, using a towel to cover her front. She opened the door and went back into the bathroom, the door ajar, her body half-hidden, half-revealed. She talked to me while showering. You can imagine how incoherent and impulsive I was.
After Ms. Yuan came out, she patted me on the head: "Go back, kid!" She casually tossed her wet hair in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around her body, her shoulders and thighs revealing their snow-white flesh.
I had imagined Ms. Yuan was seducing me. But I couldn't find any evidence. Because nothing happened afterward.
Dongzi, Ajing, and I had discussed this countless times, and Dongzi and Ajing finally concluded that Ms. Yuan hadn't treated me like a human being at all. So, there was no need for me to keep bringing it up or dwelling on it.
X. Touching Breasts
On August 27, 1997, I wrote in my diary: Today I touched Amai's breasts.
Before, Dongzi, Ajing, and I were together, deciding Amai's fate.
Dongzi decisively said, "Take her down!"
Ajing said, "Either you eat her, or a dog eats her."
But I was still somewhat worried: "Amai is a good girl, I should treat her well."
Dongzi and Ajing both scoffed: "Tch!"
So I decided to go.
Amai bent over arranging her bouquet, and I squatted beside her, pointing and commenting. Amai and I had endless arguments. Amai said it should be like this, I said it should be like this. Amai said angrily, "You do it!"
I stood up with a grin, "I can't."
Amai and the others were about to have lunch, sitting on the beds in the back cubicles, their food on small tables. I said, "It smells so good, I want to eat too."
Amai said, "Go watch the shop in the front!"
I peeked in and asked, "Are you done eating?"
Amai slammed the bowls and chopsticks down, "You wash the dishes!"
I tiptoed in like a child bride, "I'll wash the dishes, and when I'm done, let me kiss you."
Amai said, "Xiaoqing, did you hear that? Let him kiss you!"
Xiaoqing smiled slightly and ran to the front.
Amai tried to run away, but I caught her and pinned her against the wall, her oily little red lips panting, her chest heaving.
Amai turned her face to one side and whimpered, "You haven't washed the dishes yet." As if I could kiss her after I washed the dishes.
But I couldn't wait any longer, I leaned in and kissed Amai's cheek, softly.
Amai cried out, "Xiaoqing, come save me!" I
only heard Xiaoqing's low laughter outside.
My hand grasped Amai's small breast. Just one touch, and it felt like being burned. Amai raised her hand and slapped me across the face.
I pulled Amai's small body into my arms, and a lively little thing rolled in, which I vigorously rubbed.
The little vixen panted and struggled. What a soft, bouncy, and alluring body! My penis was rock hard, burning hot against her.
I lifted Amai up completely. She bit my arm hard, and I cried out in pain. Amai fell to the ground and ran away, her little face gloomy, ignoring everyone.
My throat was burning; I spent the whole afternoon circling around Amai. I felt like a dog in heat.
Suddenly, I felt incredibly bored. I asked Amai, "Am I a bastard?"
Amai didn't answer.
I said, "If you hate me, I won't come."
Amai said, "Never come!"
I was pleasantly surprised: "You're willing to talk to me now?"
Amai snorted.
I said loudly, "I'll go wash the dishes!"
That night, I lingered and ate with them, and Amai didn't object.
After we finished eating, Xiaoqing wanted to wash the dishes, and I said, "I can let you kiss me."
Xiaoqing giggled: "According to the rules, shouldn't you kiss Amai?"
Amai went to hit Xiaoqing, but I caught her and brought her back to my side.
While Xiaoqing went to wash the dishes, I held Amai on my lap, and this time I slipped my hand under Amai's clothes and gently touched her breasts.
Amai kept her neck down the whole time. I kissed the back of her slender neck, the smooth skin making my mouth taste sweet. For a moment, tenderness surged, and my heart was filled with a sweet sadness.
XI. The Heavy Penis
How far is the road from a penis to a vagina? Whenever I think about this question, I strongly feel the sexual oppression that society places on individuals.
Everyone knows that half of the world is women, and every woman is born with a vagina. In other words, you have countless orifices around you. But getting into one isn't easy; some people only manage one in their entire lives.
A mature penis's purpose is simple: just to enter an orifice and stir things up, yet its journey is incredibly arduous. You can't just pull down a woman's pants on the street—that's a crime. You can't ask your elders or relatives for pleasure either—that's incest.
And when a girl your age opens her orifice to you, it comes with many conditions and numerous factors, such as mutual affection, social standing, wealth, appearance, personality, and so on. Even after passing all that, you still have to find the right time and place. Even if both parties are ready, you might still worry about whether she'll get pregnant, whether you can perform the act well, and so on. At this point, I can only sigh: penis, your life is too burdensome!
Back then, when Dongzi, Ajing, and I were wandering the streets of the small town, we felt that the penises in our crotches were too heavy, becoming a burden.
We could have lived much easier lives, but we had to go out every night to find a suitable orifice for them.
Dongzi exclaimed, "Losing my virginity! Losing my virginity! I strongly demand to lose my virginity!"
Ajing said, "Just find any woman, it's fucking tiring!"
Having already touched Amai's breasts, and seeing my virginity finally finding its purpose, I remained reserved, smiling but silent.
As we passed a food stall, Dongzi pointed at a woman and exclaimed, "Wow, what white thighs!"
The woman had her back to us; a skirt accentuated her full hips, and her exposed, snow-white thighs shone brightly in the dim light. A middle-aged man sat opposite her, looking rather official.
We stopped behind him simultaneously, our expressions quite ambiguous.
The woman turned around, and we all screamed and ran away. Dongzi punched me: "Yours, hurry up and get on top!"
A burning lust was raging inside me: Teacher Yuan was so sexy.
That night, we called Xue'er out and strolled around the streets of the small town five times.
12. Peeping at the Vulva
For me, the mystery beneath Amai's skirt had always been a temptation. The little vixen guarded it tightly, and I couldn't get my hands on it no matter what I tried. Each time, I was panting and secretly resentful.
I whispered, "Good Amai, let me take a look."
Amai said, "You're so vulgar!"
I said, "I can let you see mine too."
Amai covered her ears: "You pervert!"
I said maliciously, "Have you already seen it?"
Amai said coldly, "Tch!"
I said, "Don't you want to?"
Amai blushed and ran away: "I'm not talking to you anymore, your mind is full of vulgarity."
I lay on the bed in the small cubicle of the flower shop, bored, kicking my legs.
Xiaoqing came in. I asked, "Where's Amai?"
Xiaoqing said, "She went to buy groceries."
I whispered, "Xiaoqing—"
Xiaoqing said, "What is it?"
I said, "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
Xiaoqing said, "No."
I was expecting a scolding and was preparing to run away. I didn't expect her to give such a calm answer.
I said, "Do you want to kiss someone?"
Xiaoqing finally reacted normally: "Get lost!"
Xiaoqing bent down and measured rice from the sack into the rice cooker. Because the cubicle was so small, her large, protruding buttocks were practically touching my face. A sudden, wicked thought crossed my mind. I lifted her skirt and yelled, "Something got in!"
Xiaoqing screamed, turned, and punched me. I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. Without another word, I lifted her skirt and started pulling down her shorts. Xiaoqing cried out in panic, "What are you doing! What are you doing!"
I was panting, my head pressed against her struggling stomach. Finally, I saw her dark pubic hair spread out in a mess, and a red patch of flesh drooped in surprise. Without even looking a second time, I jumped off the bed and ran out. Walking down the street, I was panting heavily, my body trembling violently from the exertion.
Amai said, "I saw you yesterday, at the middle school gate."
I said, "Oh," glancing at Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing was only a little quieter than usual. She didn't ignore me when I deliberately struck up a conversation.
Xiaoqing brushed past me, and I whispered in her ear, "Xiaoqing is so nice."
Xiaoqing just lowered her head and walked on, biting her lip.
I happily announced loudly, "It's my treat today! I'll treat you to a movie!"
Neither Amai nor Xiaoqing reacted.
I asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
After a while, Amai said, "Someone from our hometown came to visit us today."
I suddenly understood: "Boyfriend?" I glanced at them.
Amai and Xiaoqing remained silent.
The boy sat there, dark-skinned and muscular, his arms hanging straight down at his sides, his eyes stubborn. Amai sat opposite him, neither of them speaking. But I could tell their relationship must have been unusual.
I called to Xiaoqing, "Xiaoqing, come on, let's go shopping."
The boy stood up and said in a muffled voice, "I'm leaving!"
Amai suddenly looked up and stared at him; the boy's expression was stubborn.
I suddenly felt sorry for him and almost wanted to give up.
Amai silently saw the boy off, then came back and lay on her bed crying.
I was heartbroken, unable to explain why.
Thirteen, Going to Bed
Amai's hands were transparent. I pulled her hand up to the light; her five fingers and palm were a bright red, transparent color. I said, "They really are made of water."
Amai still looked weak, her arms lazily stretched out. A week had passed, and I hadn't heard her say much. I teased her, and she'd grunt, half-dead.
I said, "I have to go."
Amai said, "Okay."
I said, "I'll take you hiking tomorrow."
Amai said, "No."
I said to Xiaoqing, "Xiaoqing, go out for a bit."
Xiaoqing went out. I whispered in Amai's ear, "Are you going or not, huh?!"
Amai said, "Oh! Stop it, I don't want to move!"
Amai lay there, my face above hers, my eyes fixed on her. Amai met my gaze for a moment, then turned her face away. I said coldly in a low voice, "You're still thinking about him."
Amai said, "No." Her little face held a hint of stubbornness.
I pressed on: "Liar."
Amai tilted her head back slightly: "What's it to you?!" She always had a fierce streak.
My anger and lust rose together, I exhaled heavily, and suddenly kissed Amai's small mouth hard. Amai twisted her head and struggled.
I abruptly released her, blood on the corner of my lips, from Amai's bite. Amai gasped for breath, looking at me.
I kissed Amai again, my lips meeting hers. My tongue pressed hard against her lips, finally squeezing a gap and slipping into Amai's mouth, sucking and slurping wildly, churning and ravaging.
Amai made "mmm" sounds, her whole body went limp, her face flushed red.
My hands, through her clothes, frantically kneaded Amai's breasts, the two soft mounds becoming unrecognizable in my hands. My thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples tightly, Amai cried out: "It hurts—!" but her voice contained a hint of coquettishness.
My crotch suddenly hardened, and without a word, I picked Amai up from the bed and carried her outside. Amai cried out, "Hey! Hey!" patting my back, while Xiaoqing giggled.
I put her down at the shop entrance. Amai said, "You're crazy!" She glared at me, her face flushed, and tidied her messy hair.
I pulled Amai outside, and she asked, "Where to?"
I didn't say a word, just kept dragging her along. We turned two corners and entered a small alley; my place was just ahead. Suddenly, Amai forcefully broke free from my grasp.
I turned back, pressed my face against Amai's, and whispered in her ear, "Amai, let me take good care of you."
Amai's face flushed, and she said, "No, you'll do something bad!"
Just now, I was pressed against Amai, my hot, burning thing near her leg. She must have noticed.
I could only promise, "I promise I'll be good and won't touch you." After a while of this struggle, I finally led Amai to the room.
Amai said, "You said you wouldn't touch me."
I said, "I'll just hug you, I won't touch you."
Amai put a finger to my lips: "Swear it."
I said, "I swear!" and lowered my head to kiss her.
After a while, I whispered, "Amai, don't leave today."
Amai stiffened and said, "What?!" She struggled in my arms.
I said, "Okay, I was just kidding." I tightened my grip, pressing her body tightly against my chest, and let out a soulful sigh.
Amai said softly, "I'm only seventeen, I can't do that kind of thing."
I didn't reply, but quietly slipped my hand under Amai's clothes. Amai pressed her hand down, saying, "No, this will cause trouble."
I said, "I'll just touch it."
Amai's breast was in my hand, just the right size to hold. Perhaps because her skin was so tender, it felt incredibly soft to the touch. My fingers sank in, as if melting inside. My hand still had a little bit of fingertip left to knead her nipple, and Amai moaned as I gently kneaded it.
I tried to arouse her, my hands roaming over the tender skin of her chest and back. When I reached her waist, I tentatively touched her waistband. Amai shuddered, covering her waistband with her hand, panting, "No."
Amai was stubborn; I persisted, but couldn't break through her defenses. We remained locked in this stalemate until after 2 a.m., the quiet of the night broken only by the ticking of the small alarm clock. I felt the night was coming to an end, and I gave up completely, lying down on the bed and saying, "Let's sleep!"
I didn't resent Amai; I was only saddened by my own plight.
Amai remained silent, sitting on the edge of the bed. I got up and said, "You sleep, I'll sit."
Amai pushed me back onto the bed, whispering, "No, you sleep."
I said, "I can't sleep if you sit."
Only then did Amai lie down beside me, fully clothed. Although I had slept with her all night, I was still a virgin. In reality, I hadn't slept at all. As the morning light streamed through the window, my heart was filled with grief and indignation.
XIV. The Bathroom
After seeing Amai off, I stripped naked and stared blankly at my limp, lifeless penis. It was time; I needed to give it a final, decisive end.
I found the phone numbers of every woman in the small town I might have sex with and called them one by one. A crazy thought flashed through my mind: yes, I needed to have sex all at once!
I had copied down Teacher Yuan's phone number five years ago; I had never called her before. The fact that I was calling her for the first time with such a shameless purpose felt absurd to me.
Teacher Yuan said, "Who is it?"
I said, "It's me."
Teacher Yuan said, "Little monkey? What's up?"
I asked, "What are you doing?"
Teacher Yuan said, "Cleaning. My husband's away on a business trip, so I'm just tidying up the house."
My heart skipped a beat: "I'm free today, can I come help you?"
There was a moment of silence on the phone, then Teacher Yuan said, "You must have something on your mind."
I was very calm, and said in a nonchalant voice, "Just bored. It's been so long since I've seen Teacher Yuan, I've missed you."
Teacher Yuan said, "You're so cheeky! Is something going on with the girl at my shop?"
I went along with it: "Oh, I just wanted to talk to you."
Teacher Yuan said, "Okay, come on over."
Teacher Yuan was wearing an apron and mopping the floor in the living room. She wasn't polite at all. As soon as I walked in, she told me, "Throw that pile of old newspapers downstairs."
I asked, "Where's the trash can?"
Ms. Yuan said, "Downstairs, around the corner."
After working for over an hour and getting everything tidy, Ms. Yuan said, "I'm going to take a shower first."
I grinned mischievously and asked, "Are you going to close the door or not?"
Ms. Yuan laughed and scolded, "Go away, you little rascal."
I said, "Sigh—it's been so many years since I've seen Ms. Yuan's figure, I miss it so much."
Ms. Yuan didn't say anything, just tapped me on the head and went into the bathroom.
After a while, I deliberately pushed the bathroom door and said, "Ah, it's really closed."
After a while, I heard a soft "click" from the doorknob. My heart skipped a beat, my breath almost stopped, and staring at the door, blood rushing to my head, I pushed the door open and went in.
The bathroom light wasn't on, and Ms. Yuan's back was to me. I hugged her from behind, her full and alluring flesh filling her chest. For a moment, neither of us moved, our heavy breathing rising and falling.
Her clothes were unbuttoned, the front open, revealing her plump, smooth skin. I ran my hand up her abdomen, squeezing her breast through her bra. Her full breasts seemed about to burst out from under the bra.
Ms. Yuan turned her hand behind her and rubbed my head, letting out a suppressed groan. She tilted her head back, her chest rising high.
My penis quickly became engorged, like an inflated tube, almost visibly rising from its drooping position to press against Ms. Yuan's full buttocks.
I panted heavily as my hands began to frantically grab and squeeze her breasts, then caress her round buttocks, then slip between her legs through her thin pants, greedily and frantically touching all the places I had only dared to think about before. A trembling, ecstatic pleasure drove me to a frenzy.
Stimulated by me, Ms. Yuan trembled all over. She turned her head and met my lips, and we kissed passionately. Losing her balance, she swayed from side to side, and I, disoriented, pushed her against the wall. Ms. Yuan let out a soft "Ah!" I looked down and saw she was sitting in the washbasin, her clothes and half her buttocks dripping wet.
Ms. Yuan gave me a reproachful look, her hand at her waist, trying to undo her belt. I reached out to help, and our hands collided and became entangled.
I held Ms. Yuan's hand, biting my lip, and smiled at her. Ms. Yuan blushed instantly: "I knew you little monkey was up to no good today!"
I chuckled without replying, releasing her hand and continuing to undo her belt. Ms. Yuan looked down at me, her abdomen rising and falling slightly. The atmosphere of a secret affair suddenly became suffocating. I looked up and met Ms. Yuan's gaze, our breaths hot and heavy.
Ms. Yuan touched my cheek and suddenly walked out of the bathroom. I followed her, and as soon as we entered the bedroom, Ms. Yuan turned and hugged me, and we both fell onto the bed.
Fifteen, Deflowering
I pounced on Ms. Yuan, slowly peeling off her pants. First, I saw her white lace panties slowly revealed, her buttocks wide, then her round, snow-white thighs dazzling, tapering downwards until her toes. Her thighs felt like clouds, snow-white and full, driving me mad. The tender flesh of her buttocks, encased in lace panties, seemed about to burst forth, the dark area between her legs hinting at something more.
I knelt between her legs, guiding my penis into the slippery, raw flesh beneath the lace panties. Ms. Yuan
cried out, her legs clamping together. I lowered myself, lightly thrusting between her legs, the tip of my penis touching the tender flesh and pubic hair, but I couldn't quite get the hang of it.
Teacher Yuan straightened up and pulled off her underwear in one go. Only then could I see that place clearly: thick black hair, fleshy lips, a strange and ferocious appearance, yet also lewd and alluring.
Ms. Yuan's ample breasts heaved as she said, "Quickly—come on!" Without hesitation, I guided my penis towards that mysterious place, thrusting and jabbing a few times until it sank into her flesh, but didn't go in. Suddenly, it sank deep into her vagina, my penis almost unable to stop, sliding straight in to the end. This tingling, pleasurable sensation almost made me ejaculate immediately. My penis twitched, barely managing not to ejaculate.
I dared not move rashly, remaining inside, panting. Ms. Yuan's hand brushed my forehead, and she whispered, "Don't rush, take it slow."
I slowly pulled out, inwardly cursing, knowing that every movement would make me want to ejaculate. This repeated several times until I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust and pumped violently a few times, and Ms. Yuan's groans immediately filled the air. Finally, at the last moment before ejaculation, I thrust hard and quickly, ejaculating, remaining firmly inside. After the ordeal was over, I realized I was covered in sweat, lying on top of Ms. Yuan, not wanting to move at all. I thought to myself, I'm finally no longer a virgin. I was filled with indescribable gratitude towards Teacher Yuan.
She gently stroked my back and head, her face calm and gentle. I knew she wasn't satisfied, and said shyly, "I'm sorry, I came too quickly."
Teacher Yuan said, "Silly boy, don't be so excited next time, take it slow."
I was still a little embarrassed and tried to pull my softened penis out, but Teacher Yuan held my buttocks, preventing me from doing so. She closed her eyes and said, "Just stay like this for a while."
I pressed my face against hers and kissed her gratefully. Teacher Yuan's tongue slipped into my mouth, then quickly withdrew. I followed, finding her tongue in her mouth, and we touched. Teacher Yuan's tongue half-welcomed, half-dodged. I gradually became excited, turning over, cupping her head, and kissing her passionately. Unconsciously, my penis began to throb and swell, and I unconsciously started to throb gently. Teacher Yuan began to moan and groan, and the more I listened, the more excited I became. I said, "Louder!"
Teacher Yuan cried out, "Ah! -- Hmm! -- It feels so good -- Faster -- Harder!" At the same time, her hands tightened around my back.
My penis was fully restored to its former glory, straight and hard. My back arched, I spread Teacher Yuan's hands, pushed up her heavy thighs, and began to thrust in and out with great force. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air. I yelled and thrust in and out faster and faster. Teacher Yuan cried out even more, her juices flowing freely, soaking my lower abdomen.
I suddenly stopped, panting. Teacher Yuan cried out, "Don't stop, please don't stop!" Her body arched, her back pressing against mine.
I pulled out and turned Ms. Yuan around. She knelt down obediently, bending over and sticking out her buttocks. I thrust into her from behind. Ms. Yuan swayed forward, then stopped, her buttocks jerking back and forth to meet my thrusts.
I held her waist and buttocks with one hand, while the other hand roughly squeezed her plump, white buttocks. Ms. Yuan was completely overwhelmed; her hair was disheveled, her cries tinged with sobs. She repeatedly turned her head, thrusting her buttocks back rapidly. Suddenly, her body convulsed, her buttocks trembled, and she collapsed onto the bed.
My penis slipped from her vagina, its shaft blood-red, seemingly unable to ejaculate, yet still erect. I trembled with excitement, reaching out to lift Ms. Yuan's buttocks, wanting more. Ms. Yuan turned and grasped my penis, tightening it, and suddenly I ejaculated, spraying it all over her. I collapsed weakly onto Ms. Yuan's smooth, broad back.
After a long pause, Teacher Yuan said, "Little monkey, you're very strong."
I felt the world suddenly become very, very far away, and only a feeling of gratitude and pride remained in my heart, lingering and echoing.
On the way back, a strange feeling suddenly arose: what breaches a woman's flesh is not your penis, but your determination.
Sixteen, Epilogue
"Where's Amai?" I asked.
"Amai isn't here." Xiaoqing's expression was strange.
"Are you kidding me?!" My smile was stiff; Xiaoqing had never been one to joke.
"Who is Amai?" Xiaoqing said.
"No way! Xiaoqing! It's—the girl who was with you—that girl." My voice trailed off, and suddenly I felt ridiculous for using such words to describe Amai.
"She's gone. I'm telling you, her name isn't Amai. She liked you. But you never even asked her real name!"
Xiaoqing said angrily. "She cried when she left. She said you only liked her body. You don't even know her name, yet you wanted to sleep with her—."
"What?!—" My mind went blank.
This—is ridiculous! And I myself, I really didn't even know her name. I always called her Amai. Amai was just a name I made up on the spot.
God! Reality is so absurd and cruel. Where did that girl go? I never saw her again until I left the small town.

[The End]

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