[A Real Experience of Listening to Someone's Voice in a Small Hotel]

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What I'm describing is what happened to my brother when he took his postgraduate entrance exam in late April this year. He

hadn't expected so many people to be taking the exam; the hotels near the school were all full of students waiting for their turn. Later,

he heard about a small, student-oriented hotel nearby. He figured he had no other choice but to make do

. Unexpectedly

, he had a pleasant surprise there. He negotiated a price with the landlady and chose a cheap little room. It was a

large room divided into two smaller rooms; he got the half with the window, and the other half was completely dark.

There was a ventilation opening between the two rooms—what a clever business strategy! But at least he had a room to himself, with a double bed

where he could roll around freely! Pretty cool!

Around 3 PM, he was watching TV in his room when he heard someone talking to the landlady.

Another guest had arrived. The hotel was almost full, except for that small, dark room. Sure enough, the guy moved

in. Hearing the loud sound of leather shoes, he thought: "Damn, so loud shoes make you look cool!" Unexpectedly, a woman

's voice suddenly spoke to me: "Shall we move somewhere else?" Oh my god! It was a couple! But why

could they speak so clearly? Even with a vent, it shouldn't be that loud. Later, I touched the partition wall;

it was made of wood. Damn, the boss really knows how to cut corners! Afterwards, the two of them washed up and spoke quietly. Bored!

I continued aimlessly flipping through TV channels. After a while, I suddenly heard a soft moaning sound! Holy crap, could it be?

The legendary moaning has happened? I quickly turned down the TV volume and pressed my ear against the wall to listen carefully.

It really was a woman's moaning, but it sounded like she was crying, like she was reciting... She kept muttering that she didn't want the man to penetrate her anymore,

her voice somewhat pitiful. The man

seemed to be trying to comfort her, saying things like he loved her. Later, the woman's crying grew louder, and the man, as if afraid of attracting attention, stopped. Then, the man whispered words of advice to her.

After a long time, the woman's moans started again. This time, the woman seemed to have no emotion; her moans sounded

beautiful. The man was also humming and puffing, making the bed creak. I was listening intently when

suddenly I heard the sound of slippers wiping the floor. Before I could react, I suddenly felt the partition wall slam shut with a loud bang,

scaring me half to death! Hearing a loud bang, I almost went crazy.

If the wall had hit me, I'd be done for! I was about to scream when I heard the woman across from me

yell , "Ah, honey, slow down! Ah, ah, ah!" Holy crap! It turned out that my idiot brother had picked up his wife

and was making love against the wall (I guess so). Then the woman's moans and groans got louder,

and the man's voice grew deeper, yelling, "Oh, wife, how are you? Are you enjoying it?" "Oh, I'm fine,

honey, you're so strong, ah! ah! ah!" Holy crap! Such filthy talk! The woman got even more intense! They went on

like this singing and screaming, for about seven or eight minutes. Then my brother suddenly yelled a few times and went silent. I guess

he ejaculated. I could feel the wall sizzling; the woman was probably exhausted and collapsed. Then

I heard the heavy scraping of slippers. I guess the guy carried the woman back to bed, and the bed was covered in... After

listening to the intense battle and hysterical screams, I, too, got a real high. All I can

say is, listening to sex is pretty awesome. Then I checked my watch—it was 3:60! Time for lunch! I thought, "Let

the two of them go about their business. Listening to sex doesn't feed them anyway, just a little mental enjoyment is fine. If I don't eat,

I'll starve, or at least I'll suffocate!" So I changed into my gentlemanly attire (my nickname for my gear) and

went out to eat. As for the food near the school, you all know how it is—students' money is hard to earn! Expensive

and not very good. If I hadn't eaten so little for lunch, I wouldn't have bothered wandering around. I randomly picked a

place selling large pot meals, ordered a dish and two jiao of flatbread, and that was enough to fill me up before heading back to camp! When I got back to my hotel, I saw

two people coming out of my room, chatting and laughing. Holy crap! Had I been robbed?!

I had to settle accounts with the owner!

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