[A Textbook on Bizarre Sexual Partners]

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Prologue

After graduating from university, I stayed in the city where I was born, raised, and went to school, becoming a low-level

civil servant . My days were nine to five, with time to read the newspaper in my spare time and rushing to finish documents when I was busy—a rather leisurely life.

My mother passed away early, and although my father loved me very much, he loved his business more. His company was very large,

so my house was always bustling with people. When I was in high school, I complained to my father that the house was too noisy and I couldn't

concentrate on my studies.

So my father bought me a small house in the suburbs of the city. Of course, the conditions were: first, I could go home to spend one or

two days with him each week (in reality, it was mostly just a few hours, having meals and watching TV); second, I could concentrate on my studies.

This way, I had my own independent space very early on. Although the small house was only 60 square meters, it had

a kitchen , bathroom, and shower area, and it was relatively quiet. After I carefully decorated it, even

my father, who had experience in construction and renovation, found it quite comfortable.

After I went to university, my father became even busier, often disappearing for months at a time. I went home even less often. Since my

apartment was close to my university, my college buddies and I would often get drunk and sleep there,

or we'd come here to drink when we were lonely. So it became another hideout for my dorm buddies and me. Of course,

we'd also bring our girlfriends here to sleep, and some of my buddies would bring their girlfriends to stay overnight.

After graduating, I didn't want to go into business like my father, so I took the civil service exam and

became a clerk in a department of the city government. My father probably felt that going into business was too tiring, so he didn't object to my decision.

My father would come home every few months, and I'd go home to spend time with him and enjoy family time. The rest of the time, after work,

I'd retreat to my apartment, creating my own "world," watching TV, surfing the internet, and occasionally designing rooms for others, putting

my skills to good use to earn a little money so I wouldn't have to ask my father for money.

One

night, after a small gathering with my college buddies, I returned home around 11 p.m., slightly drunk.

During the gathering, a group of guys were enthusiastically sharing their recent sexual experiences—seduce office ladies

, talk about being freshmen in college, their stories flowing like water, and they even described

the intercourse . Although I was 100% sure they were exaggerating, I was still

"sexually aroused" on the way home, eager to get home and watch some porn to relieve my pent-up desire.

Just as I was getting close to home, I suddenly noticed a dark, blurry figure squatting at my doorstep. Instantly, I sobered up

halfway.

I went closer and found it was a person squatting there, head down, dressed in rags,

emitting a foul stench—clearly a beggar. I nudged "him," and "he" looked up. Oh! It

was her.

She stared at me intently, her eyes burning, and suddenly chuckled. I suddenly remembered that

this morning, the old lady next door had said there was a crazy person wandering around the area, warning me to be careful. This was probably

the crazy person.

I could only curse my bad luck, step aside, and head inside. Suddenly, she pointed at the apple I was holding—the one I

'd bought help her sober up—and exclaimed "Wow!" I tossed her an apple, which she wolfed down.

She must have been hungry. I felt a pang of pity and, remembering I had some food in the fridge

, prepared to go inside and get it for her. But before I could react, she followed me in without a second thought.

I heated up two plates of dumplings in the microwave and placed them on the table for her to eat. She

devoured them in no time, still looking at me with unsatisfied satisfaction. I had to go back inside and get her two steamed buns, which she

quickly finished as well. Finally, she stretched contentedly and was about to go to sleep in the living room.

I was both annoyed and amused. Even though I knew pushing her out wouldn't kill her (think about it, she must

have spent many nights outside), I still felt a pang of guilt about doing it on this chilly spring night. But letting

her sleep in my living room like that would probably require several days of cleaning. I pulled her up,

pushed her to the bathroom side, and gestured for her to go in, undress, and take a shower.

I pushed her into the bathroom, and after a while, I heard the sound of running water. This girl

actually knew how to shower herself. She wasn't completely insane. I went back to the living room, threw away the plate she'd eaten from,

mopped up the spot where she'd sat, and lit incense to get rid of the odor.

After finishing my chores, I turned on the computer, watched two porn clips, and still heard the running water from the bathroom. This

girl wasn't finished showering. I'd just finished watching porn, and I was feeling a bit aroused, so I wanted to peek inside and see

what this madwoman looked like after her shower. Reaching the bathroom door, I gently pushed it open, and surprisingly, it wasn't locked. (Of course, this slut wouldn't know how to lock a door,

but I wonder if she knows how to insert an acupuncture point, hehe.) I opened the door and couldn't help but laugh and cry. It turned out that the slut

hadn't taken off her clothes and hadn't turned on the hot water (duh, have you ever seen a slut turn on hot water?). She was shivering under the cold water,

clutching .

Looks like I'll have to help her. I went inside, turned off the cold water, and then helped her take off her smelly

clothes , throwing them outside. Then I took off my own clothes, went back into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and started bathing her.

To be honest, at first, I didn't have any desire. The slut had a strange smell,

and bathing her was as natural as bathing my cat.

At first, I filled half a tub with shampoo and rubbed it on her head for half an hour until

the odor was gone. Then I scrubbed her body vigorously until her skin was finally exposed. Then I added half a bottle of

shower gel, and she started to smell a little nice. Then I added half a bag of toothpaste, which freshened her breath

. Exhausted, I sat down on a stool next to the bathroom.

When I sat down to observe her more closely, I realized this crazy woman wasn't ugly at all. She was probably

twenty- four or twenty-five years old, quite tall, about 1.6 meters, with a great figure. Her hair, loose after the bath, looked

fluffy and clean. Her skin, perhaps from being under grime for too long, was

white , like a peeled shrimp.

Even more striking were her large breasts, with small nipples standing erect. Perhaps finding the hot water comfortable

and fun, she jumped and laughed under the tap, like a playful girl, showing no signs of

madness . Her breasts swayed back and forth like little rabbits, particularly adorable.

As I watched all this, my breathing became a little rapid. Thinking about the stories my brothers had just told me, and

the porn I'd just watched, my little brother instantly became engorged and stood up.

So I stood up from the stool, hugged her, and started to gently

stroke her breasts with both hands, gradually increasing the pressure. At first, she just giggled, but as the pressure increased, she began

to react, her eyes becoming glazed, and she started moaning. My mouth began to kiss her neck, then

moved down, gradually over her chest, stopping at her breasts.

I released her breasts, wrapped my arms around her lower back, and then slid them down her back, stopping at her

buttocks, gently kneading them. My mouth wasn't idle either, taking turns lightly sucking on her nipples. Her moans began to grow

louder.

(I later consulted an expert who said that people who are mentally unstable don't groan; although

their bodies may react, their facial expressions generally remain unchanged. Only those with intellectual disabilities exhibit these reactions; in other words

, she was mentally retarded.)

My mouth was no longer content with just her breasts; it began to slide over her slender waist and lower abdomen, entering her pubic

area. Her pubic area was lush and green, so I reluctantly released her buttocks to explore it further.

I parted her thick pubic hair and finally saw the two delicate labia. I gently licked them with my tongue while simultaneously

pressing hard on the clitoris above her labia with my hand.

She seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, letting out a soft "Ah!" and leaning back against the bathroom wall. I

couldn't resist . I stood up, using my right hand to lift one of her legs, and with my left hand, I grasped my erect

penis, which had become menacing, and slowly pushed it into her vagina.

She let out an "Ah!" and her body arched back and forth. I abruptly pulled my penis out, simultaneously tugging at her

legs to make her lean towards me, then thrusting in again, plunging my penis deep inside her.

This repeated pulling and thrusting caused her to moan and groan.

After about two hundred thrusts, she suddenly cried out, her body pressed completely against mine, her arms

wrapped around my neck, and a gush of vaginal fluid splattered onto my penis—she had climaxed.

I lowered her legs, pulled my penis out of her vagina, and carried her to a nearby stool. I

then wrapped her legs around my waist, and with my still-erect penis, I pushed it back into her

vagina , gently pulling while stroking her back and kissing her neck.

Perhaps because my thrusts weren't very fast, her breathing began to calm down. But as my thrusts

quickened , her breathing became increasingly rapid. As her gaze grew increasingly glazed, my mind began

to fog up . I could only feel my penis throbbing faster, my breathing becoming heavier,

as if my body was about to explode. All I could see was my penis thrusting back and forth in her vagina.

Suddenly, her breathing turned into screams of "Ah, ah..."—a scream that seemed to be filled with pain and

despair, yet also with joy and pleasure. Her screams grew louder and louder, drowning out the sound of the rushing water,

like primal cry from before the dawn.

Finally, after what felt like hundreds of thrusts, she let out another thunderous scream, collapsing

onto the stool, and gushing out another thick stream of vaginal fluid. I thrust a few more times, unable to hold back any longer. My mind went

blank, and I lunged forward, ejaculating a stream of semen inside her.

I had originally wanted to try doggy style, but seeing her condition, I realized that if I hadn't held her tightly, she probably

would have fallen off the stool. So I picked her up, carried her into my bedroom, and covered her with a blanket.

Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she hadn't slept in such a warm bed in a long time; she quickly fell asleep

. I was also a little tired, so I gently leaned against her breasts and fell asleep too.

The next day was Saturday, no work, and I slept until almost nine o'clock. When I woke up, she was still sleeping

sweetly , her little noses emitting contented snores. I pulled back the covers; her naked body was both cute

and a little lewd. Not wanting to disturb her sound sleep, I quietly got out of bed to prepare breakfast.

Around ten o'clock, this lovely, infatuated woman finally woke up. Probably feeling cold, she rushed

out . I quickly found some of my own clothes and changed her. I'm 1.8 meters tall, so the clothes were loose and oversized,

practically robes for her, though she didn't object. But as soon as she saw the food, she pounced on it, seemingly

terrified of hunger. She ate five steamed buns and a large plate of vegetables before finally stopping, satisfied and holding her belly.

II. Pregnant Woman Xiuxiu

After sending that crazy woman away, my life returned to its previous tranquility. Every day, from nine to five, I worked like

a civil servant, just going through the motions. Many boring years passed by in a flash. During this time, I had a girlfriend,

but soon we both felt exhausted and drifted apart. My father's business grew bigger and bigger, and I hadn't seen him for a long time

.

One afternoon, I invited two friends for drinks near my small house. In the midst of our lively conversation, I suddenly heard a commotion

outside . I went out to see what was happening and saw my boss scolding a woman with a child

. The woman was carrying something bulging in her pocket. I had a good relationship with the owner, Old Qiao (I was a regular customer), so I called out to him

, "Old Qiao, what's up? My buddies are having a drink, this is going to spoil the mood."

Old Qiao stopped yelling and turned to me, saying, "Young man, it's a beggar."

I was about to grab a bottle of wine when I walked over and suddenly saw the woman's shyness, helplessness, and tears

welling up . I also saw the little girl behind her, shy and longing for food. I felt a pang of sympathy and said,

"Give her a bowl of rice, it's on my tab." Old Qiao didn't say anything, and I went back to drinking with my buddies.

After finishing my drinks, I saw the two staggering guys off, and I was a little tipsy myself. Just as I was about to head home

, a thick local accent suddenly said, "Young man, thank you."

I was startled and looked closely; it was a woman talking to me. I quickly said, "What did you say?"

She said, "Thank you for paying for our meal. The child was starving, otherwise I wouldn't have

humbled myself to beg."

I smiled and quickly said it was no trouble at all. Just as he was about to turn and leave, the woman hurriedly said, "Young man, I

just asked the boss. You live alone.

Do ?"

I then took a closer look at the woman. Although her clothes made her look older than her age, she was only about twenty-six or twenty-

seven , with a pretty face. Most importantly, what I had initially thought she was carrying wasn't what I expected;

she was actually several months pregnant. Her belly was swollen, like a large bundle. (I hadn't noticed at the time, and I'd had a bit too much

to drink , so I misunderstood.) Seeing me examining her belly, she blushed and shrank back

.

I laughed and said, "Even if I hired you, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to do much work."

She protested, "I can manage, I'll be careful."

I don't know what had gotten into me that day, but I sighed and said, "Alright, I'll hire you, but I can't afford

a high salary."

She sighed deeply, "No money needed, my daughter and I just want a place to stay temporarily."

And so, my little hut gained two guests. They slept in the room next to mine, and I slept in the remaining

room. Later, after a long and detailed conversation, I learned about their tragic past.

The pregnant woman was named Zhen Xiu. Originally from a mountain village in Hebei, she was considered

a talented girl in her village. She and another boy from the village both passed the entrance exam for the county's top high school, earning them the title of "

golden couple ." They soon fell in love, but reality proved harsh. A county-level high school

was far from enough to get into university, and they both failed the exam.

Getting married and farming in their hometown wouldn't have been a bad choice. However, the boy,

restless and determined to seek his fortune, left her with tears in her eyes. A year later, she heard

the news that he had been crushed to death by falling concrete at a construction site in a city.

Two years later, she reluctantly married a teacher from the same village, intending to live a peaceful life there. However, less than

a year , during renovations of the village school's wall, a section collapsed, burying her husband, who died instantly.

Unable to bear children, she couldn't stay with her husband's family and returned home. From then on, the villagers spread rumors that she was cursed with

bad luck, bringing misfortune to anyone associated with her.

Two years later, she married a miner from a mining area far from her home. He had a seven-year-

old daughter, Jingjing, the little girl she had been with. A year later, she became pregnant. Just as she was looking forward to her

future life, her husband died in an accident underground and never returned.

She was entitled to her husband's compensation, but his brother, vying for the substantial sum, sent

thugs to harass her and call her a "husband-killer." In a fit of anger, she went to the mine and collected all the compensation

. Afraid to return home, she took her adopted daughter and, several months pregnant, came to this city to seek refuge with a sister.

However, upon arriving at the city, all her money was stolen, and when she went to her sister's address, she found nothing.

She didn't want to beg, so it wasn't until her adopted daughter, Xiuxiu, was starving and unbearable that she finally

begged.

I still remember her anger, sorrow, and skepticism when she recounted being called a "husband-killer." I couldn't help but

comfort her, "Sister Xiuxiu, you're a high school student too, how could you believe such nonsense!" I

saw a complex mix of excitement, trust, and being understood in her eyes. But sometimes she still couldn't help asking me,

"Is there really such a thing as a woman who brings bad luck to her husband?" It made me both annoyed and amused.

Of course, I didn't really want Xiuxiu to do anything for me, but she still couldn't stay idle. I often warned her to be careful not to harm

the fetus, but she never listened. Not long after, I used my connections to get Jingjing into a nearby primary school,

for which Xiuxiu was extremely grateful.

Two months passed quickly, and Xiuxiu's belly swelled up, becoming as big as a drum. At this point, I imagine she

couldn't even see her toes when she bent over. Others think pregnant women are ugly, but I found them incredibly sexy

and charming . Then I took Xiuxiu for a pre-pregnancy checkup and discovered the fetus was already eight months along. I forced her not to do any heavy work, or she would face the consequences. She said, "Which woman in the countryside isn't working in the fields

for the last few hours before giving birth ?" I could only laugh and cry at the same time. 　　One evening, I had a company dinner and drank a bit too much. When I got home, I collapsed into bed. I was startled awake by a loud clap of thunder. In the darkness, I suddenly saw a figure standing by the window. I jumped in fright—a thief? A ghost? I yanked on the light and screamed . I saw someone fall off a stool. Looking closer, I saw it was Sister Xiuxiu. I rushed to help her up, scolding, "Why did you go up there?" 　　Xiuxiu said, "It's raining outside, and you didn't close the window, so I was worried you'd get wet." 　　As I helped Xiuxiu up, I immediately sensed something was off. I hadn't noticed in my been wearing underwear, and this maternity underwear was somewhat see-through (she had chosen it herself, which I had found strange at the time). Under the light, Xiuxiu's private parts were faintly visible; I could even see the dark hair in her pubic area under the thin fabric . To make matters worse, my hand accidentally landed on her half-exposed left breast . Her face, nourished over the past two months, had become fair and smooth. A few raindrops, combined with the shy blush on her breasts as I grasped them, made her look very much like a young woman who had just been intimate. 　　My lower body instantly hardened. At that moment, my hand withdrew shyly. Seeing that Xiuxiu didn't object , I placed my withdrawn hand back on her breasts, while my other hand encircled her back. My mouth wasn't idle either, gently sucking on her earlobe. Taking advantage of her dazed state, I unbuttoned her top, lifted her bottom, and then let my lips gently glide over her neck, breasts, and belly, finally moving towards her most sensitive spot. 　　Xiuxiu's eyes were glazed, moaning and whispering, "No, no." 　　My hands slid down completely, supporting her buttocks, while my lips roamed over her clitoris and labia. Xiuxiu seemed to be on the verge of complete collapse. I slowly stood up, my lips sliding upwards to her breasts, then picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. 　　Just then, a child's voice suddenly rang out: "Mommy, I'm so scared, it's thundering, Mommy... 　　I'm scared, stay with Jingjing to sleep, Mommy, where are you?" 　　Xiuxiu seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, frantically saying, "No, no, Ahai (my name )." Then she gently but firmly pushed me away, straightened her clothes, and went back to the other room. 　　I felt a little ashamed, thinking that I had always thought I was helping others, but I had inadvertently almost...

I slept with this pregnant young woman. The next day, when Jingjing wasn't around, I apologized to Xiuxiu. Xiuxiu blushed with embarrassment

, and we were both very awkward for the next few days.

The awkwardness wasn't broken until two weeks later. I had just returned from a business trip and rang the doorbell. After a long time without an answer,

I assumed Xiuxiu had gone out, so I unlocked the door. To my surprise, she hurriedly

came out of the bathroom, saying, "Coming, coming." I was immediately treated to a feast for the eyes.

Xiuxiu was dressed even more provocatively than the other day. Her breasts were completely uncovered, and only her protruding belly and the area

around her waist were partially covered. Her body looked especially beautiful after the bath. Her swollen belly displayed

the pride of a mother.

When she saw me, she screamed and rushed to her bedroom. Unexpectedly, I slipped and fell to the ground

. I lunged forward and caught her from behind, but the impact was too great, and we both fell to the ground. Xiuxiu was fine

with me as a cushion, but I was in a terrible state. The force of both of us combined on me, and my

vision went black.

Xiuxiu didn't care about being shy and hurriedly picked me up. I'm strong and healthy, so it only hurt for a moment and then I was fine.

Now that I had a beautiful woman holding me, I was happy to enjoy it and also took the opportunity to feast my eyes.

She carried me to the bed, and I laughed and kissed her exposed breast. She hurriedly covered her

breast and screamed, "Ah! Pervert!" Then she turned around to look for her clothes.

I said, "Why are you greeting me like this?"

"Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow? I thought it was Jingjing."

"I finished work, and I missed you, so I came back early."

Xiuxiu suddenly said to me seriously, "Xiaohai, I know you like me, but I'm an unlucky

woman , you shouldn't...please don't..."

I saw Xiuxiu still putting on her clothes, and I suddenly hugged her, saying, "Sister Xiuxiu, if you

don't accept me because of this, you're unforgivable. I like you, I don't believe in these things, and I

don't care about these things." I hugged Xiuxiu from behind, unbuttoned her top, and then gently caressed her breasts with one hand

while starting to tear off her bath towel with the other.

Xiuxiu struggled at first, but after hearing my words, she stopped struggling and let me tear off the bath towel. I

gently turned Xiuxiu's face and saw her face full of tears. I was terrified and stunned. Xiuxiu

suddenly hugged me and kissed me frantically. I then understood and started to kiss her back.

Soon we were both naked. We kissed desperately until we were both in tears. Then I

began to kiss her breasts, her chest, her large belly, and then her pubic area. Soon, Xiuxiu's

eyes were glazed over, and her lower body was throbbing with desire.

I knew that the side-lying position was more suitable for pregnant women, so I lay down behind Xiuxiu, lifted

her left leg, and thrust my already erect and large penis into her vagina. As soon as I entered, she

let out an "Ah," and then the soft moans grew louder. I quickly kissed her tear-streaked

face, and she turned back to kiss me.

I immediately felt myself entering Xiuxiu's tightly closed chamber, narrow and warm. I began to vary

the rhythm from behind, the frequency of my penetration sometimes tight, sometimes loose, and Xiuxiu's "Ah...ah..." moans rose

and .

After a few hundred thrusts, I wanted to change positions, so I picked up Xiuxiu and had her sit on top of me. Xiuxiu was a little shy

about the woman-on-top position, so I whispered lewdly in her ear, "This position is easier for you to control,

and you'll enjoy it more easily." Xiuxiu stood up, sat down facing me, and carefully

wrapped her vulva around my penis. I then gently stroked her waist from behind, moving with her thrusts. Each time she

fell , she offered her lips to my penis, saying "I love you so much.

" This went on for about ten minutes. Xiuxiu's movements became faster and faster, her moans louder and her cries

higher and higher. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I increased the speed of my thrusts. Sure enough, with

a loud cry from Xiuxiu, she sat down for the last time, and my penis was deeply inserted into her. Xiuxiu's vaginal fluid

gushed out, soaking my penis, and then she went limp. I took advantage of the moment and thrust upwards,

ejaculating into her uterus.

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