My lewd cousin

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My 　　Lewd 　　Cousin

********** ... 　　My cousin's name is Zuo Wei, born on September 11, 1967. She's nine years older than me, and I call her Sister Weiwei. When we were little, she lived with our father, who was in the army, in an air force camp near Tianjin in the north. Around the time I was in third grade, she was sent back to Wuhan and came to live with us. We let her live in the back room; she was in her second year of high school then. She didn't do well on the college entrance exam and ended up attending a junior college, commuting to school, so she continued to live in the back room. 　　Several years passed, and after graduating, she got a job at a municipal hospital, working in the laboratory department. It was around 1989; she was 22, and I was in my second year of junior high. 　　At that time, I was in my adolescence and developed a strong interest in the opposite sex. I was rather introverted and didn't interact much with female classmates. While my cousin wasn't exactly a stunning beauty, she was definitely considered pretty by ordinary standards, and she was the young woman closest to me. Naturally, she became my first crush. I closely observed her every move from morning till night, which gradually escalated to spying on her. 　　At first, my spying didn't reveal much. Once, I peeked at her changing clothes and saw my cousin wearing only a bikini. Now it doesn't seem like much, but back then, the visual impact of a nearly naked woman's body was quite significant for a teenage boy. 　　My cousin was petite, with a dignified appearance, spoke fluent Mandarin, and seemed very quiet, but she was actually cheerful and lively. She didn't wear much makeup, making her look very natural, but she had many clothes, especially her summer dresses, which were mostly revealing and showed off her beautiful figure. 　　My cousin, who had just started working, had many friends, mostly men, primarily her high school and university classmates and hospital colleagues. She was always very kind to me, often taking me to her school and the hospital, so many of her classmates and colleagues knew me. 　　I noticed that since starting university, my cousin often went out with men who came to visit her, sometimes staying out very late. There were about ten men in total, and some of them seemed quite intimate with her. In particular, there was a guy named Yu Bogang, who seemed to be a driver at the hospital. He was tall and handsome, and my cousin went out with him the most. Several times, my cousin didn't come home all night, and I remember my mother had a serious talk with her about it. 　　At that time, I didn't know much about sex and found the female body very mysterious. Because I often saw my cousin's underwear drying in the sun, I became very interested in it. So I often looked through the washing machine, her wardrobe, and her handbag, and almost every time I found something interesting. 　　My cousin had five or six bras, more than ten pairs of panties of various styles, and even a sexy thong. In the late 1980s, this was very trendy and avant-garde. The bra size was 85C, but of course, I didn't know what that meant at the time. 　　My cousin also had three menstrual belts. At that time, sanitary napkins had just been introduced, and my cousin always used menstrual belts. A menstrual belt was actually just a strip of cloth with straps at both ends. When a woman had her period, she would put toilet paper on the cloth, then put it around her crotch and tie it around her waist with the straps. It could be washed and reused. Sanitary napkins were far more advanced and hygienic. After spying on her for a few months, I discovered that my cousin had started using sanitary napkins, which were still completely unfamiliar to me at the time. 　　Back then, our washing machine was my playground because my cousin always threw her unwashed clothes in there. I would go through it every day, and I would often wrap my dirty panties and menstrual belts around my penis to masturbate. My first ejaculation was while wearing my cousin's dirty thong and playing with her bra. Of course, because I was afraid my cousin would find out, I took my penis out before ejaculating and didn't ejaculate on it. 　　What I still remember vividly is that her unwashed panties were always covered with white discharge, especially after she had been out late with her boyfriend. There was even more discharge then, and sometimes there were a few slightly hardened spots with yellowish edges and light grayish-white centers. At the time, I didn't know what they were, but later I learned that they were semen stains! But by then, I already knew that my cousin wasn't a virgin because I often found condoms in her handbag. 　　My cousin's vaginal discharge was sometimes white with foam, relatively thin and with a mild odor, while other times it was yellowish-white, thick like gel, with a strong fishy smell and a salty taste. This problem bothered me for a long time; how could my cousin's vaginal discharge change like this? Later, of course, I learned that it reflected a woman's menstrual cycle. 　　On certain days each month, there would be obvious menstrual blood on my cousin's panties, along with adhesive residue from sanitary napkins. Sometimes she would even carelessly throw used sanitary napkins covered in menstrual blood on her desk. All of this could be considered my sexual awakening. 　　I already knew my cousin was constipated; I even found glycerin suppositories in her handbag, and occasionally there was feces on her panties—it seems really disgusting now. Because the toilet was outside, it was very inconvenient to relieve herself at night, so my cousin had to use a spittoon every night. I often saw her carrying a full spittoon of yellow urine into the sink in the morning, and once I even saw a very large, unflushed feces in the sink. 　　During that time, I did four other bad things. First, I took my cousin's underwear off the clothesline, wiped the crotch area in the latrine, and then hung it back up. My cousin, unaware of this, must have worn it later. 　　Second, I took one of my cousin's briefs, smeared some glycerin suppositories on it, but fearing she'd notice, I threw it behind a water vat in the main room—a neglected, unsanitary corner. 　　A few days later, worried that my cousin would notice the missing underwear and become suspicious, I picked it up and put it in one of her unused handbags. But not long after, I saw the briefs hanging on the clothesline. My cousin must have found them, washed them, and worn them again. I thought she might suspect me, but she didn't say anything. Thankfully, getting her underwear dirty these two times didn't make her sick. 　　The third incident was one morning when I saw my cousin going downstairs to work. I stood by the stair railing and urinated down, landing on her. She looked up, confused, and cried out. I replied that I was splashing water! My cousin believed me and went to the hospital wearing clothes stained with my urine. 　　The fourth incident was when I was making coffee for my cousin and secretly squeezed a few drops of urine into the cup for her to drink. 　　About six months later, something unexpected happened. It was an early winter night. I was in the inner room, having gone to bed early but unable to fall asleep. My cousin, unaware of this or perhaps thinking I was a child, didn't pay attention. She actually brought a basin of hot water into my room to wash her bottom. As everyone knows, women need to wash their genitals every day if they don't bathe. 　　That was the first time I had ever seen a woman's most mysterious place. I squinted at my cousin's genitals, but she was completely unaware. The moment she took off her panties, I was extremely excited. She had a lot of pubic hair, which was quite long and thick, forming an inverted triangle that stretched from her lower abdomen all the way to her anus. Her fair buttocks were round and plump.

After sitting in the basin for a few minutes, my cousin squatted down and surprisingly parted her genitals with her hands, gently washing them with a towel. I could clearly see her soft, swollen labia majora covering her tightly closed labia minora; the edges of the labia minora were darker, while the center was orange-pink. After wiping her front, my cousin parted her buttocks, revealing her dark, chrysanthemum-shaped anus, which she slowly washed.

At this point, I was extremely excited and finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated under the covers. After that, I became even more obsessed with my cousin's body and even more obsessed with spying on her. A few days later, I had a good opportunity. I saw her take a roll of toilet paper and go to the toilet, assuming she was going to defecate, so I followed her.

Our toilet was shared by two families. There used to be a lock, but it broke and was removed, replaced by a bolt installed inside the toilet. This left a small keyhole on the door. Because it was usually just family, and we had a good relationship with our neighbors, no one paid much attention to this small hole. This was exactly what I needed to exploit. Of course, I was prepared; I used two mirrors against the small hole, the reflection allowing me to see everything inside.
My cousin was squatting over the cesspool, her entire vulva exposed before my eyes. As I mentioned before, my cousin was constipated, and she had been squatting there for a long time, making me a little impatient.

But just then, her labia minora suddenly parted, her vulva tightened, and a stream of fluid gushed out, the flow gradually decreasing. I heard a soft moan, followed by a loud, powerful, and resounding fart—the kind of "thunder" that had been stored up for a long time. A black substance slowly dangled between her buttocks, then another, and after five, her buttocks tightened again, and more fluid splattered inside her vulva. The whole process lasted two to three minutes, followed by a foul stench wafting out from under the door.

With this strange experience and having discovered such a good method, my spying on my cousin became unstoppable. As long as two necessary conditions were met, I wouldn't miss any opportunity. That was the entire floor; besides my cousin and me, there was no one else there. This way, I could spy on her without worrying about being discovered. Another thing was that my cousin couldn't go into the bathroom too late. If it was dark, with only the dim light from inside, it wouldn't be clear from the outside using a mirror.

I remember not long after, it was a weekend afternoon. No one was home next door; my parents had gone shopping, and I was home alone taking a nap. I had just woken up when I saw my cousin coming back from outside, saying she had a stomachache, probably from eating something bad at lunch. She grabbed some toilet paper and rushed to the bathroom. I knew something interesting was about to happen. As soon as she went in, I followed her with the mirror.

Through the keyhole, I saw my cousin's urine shoot out like a white jet from between her legs, quite powerfully, making the toilet bowl hiss. As the jet weakened, she suddenly wiggled her buttocks, and then there was a "plop!" Good heavens, my cousin! A foul stench wafted out, mixed with a series of loud farts, and thick, yellowish-brown liquid gushed from her open anus, lasting for about half a minute. My cousin, who was often constipated, had diarrhea this time! It

was a complete mess; feces covered her anus, with some even splashing onto her fair buttocks. With a long sigh, she seemed to have relieved herself of a great burden. The loose stool that fell into the toilet bowl piled up like a mountain, stinking unbearably—a truly pitiful sight. Then, my cousin raised her buttocks high, took out toilet paper, and wiped several times before

finally cleaning her anus. In the old house, bathing wasn't as convenient as it is now. There were no water heaters or showers; you had to boil water yourself, pour it into a bucket, and carry it to the toilet to wash. I had never seen my cousin completely naked before, so I always fantasized about peeping at her bathing. My cousin usually bathed at night, but it wasn't until late March of 1990, when it got dark later and the weather warmed up, that everyone started bathing daily. The opportunity finally arrived.

This was the first time I'd seen my cousin completely naked. Because it was the first time, I paid special attention to her full breasts. Her spherical breasts were firm and swollen, with long, large nipples standing erect, wrinkled, and below them were brown areolas covered in erect, fleshy bumps. Her waist was slender, her round, plump buttocks sticking out, and her whole body was upright and fair.

Seeing my cousin so openly displayed before me, especially as she kept pouring water from the bucket onto herself, I immediately became aroused.

My cousin lathered herself with soap; I could even smell the fragrance. She used a towel to massage her breasts in circular motions, then washed her stomach, rubbed her back, and spread her legs to wash her genitals between them, finally rinsing away the soap with clean water. After drying herself off, my cousin put on a bra and panties, then covered herself with a nightgown. I figured there wasn't much to see, so I went back to the front room. That night, all I could think about was my cousin showering naked.

Having seen her wash herself, relieve herself, and bathe, I wasn't unfamiliar with her body anymore. But not long after, I witnessed something even more shocking.

It was April now, and Wuhan was quite warm, even a bit hot. After noon, you could wear a light shirt. That afternoon, I got out of school much earlier than usual. No one was home; everyone had gone to work.

I went to the bathroom, and as I passed my cousin's back room, I saw the door was locked and the curtains were drawn. Suddenly, I heard faint moans coming from inside.

What was going on? My cousin shouldn't be home from work yet. Luckily, the curtains weren't fully drawn, and a corner was visible. I peered inside curiously—oh my god, it was my cousin and that driver named Yu Bogang! They were naked, entwined on the bed, with several pairs of men's and women's underwear scattered on the floor. This was the first time I had ever seen a man and woman having sex, and I was stunned!

A naked couple was clearly displayed before me, their bodies locked in a passionate struggle. They were completely unaware of the pair of eyes peeping through the window. I saw Yu Bogang repeatedly pinching my cousin's nipples with two fingers. My cousin's nipples were now noticeably enlarged. Then Yu Bogang lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, biting and releasing it with his teeth, while licking the nipple and surrounding area with his tongue. This caused my cousin's chest to rise and fall, her upper body to twist and turn, and she to moan with pleasure.

A few minutes later, it was clear that my cousin was even more excited. She got up, knelt on the bed, and took Yu Bogang's large male genitalia into her mouth, sucking and blowing on it. Thinking back now, in 1990, my cousin was actually performing oral sex; she was quite open-minded!

Yu Bogang's hands explored his cousin's smooth buttocks, clearly enjoying the dual pleasure of physical touch and oral stimulation. His cousin patiently licked, sucking for a while, then licking his glans with her tongue. Yu Bogang's hands weren't idle; he continued to caress her buttocks, and it seemed his middle finger was even inserted into her anus, probing it.
Yu Bogang probably needed stronger stimulation next. He made his cousin stop sucking and spread her legs wide. From my angle, I could see her entire vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, and because her legs were open, the cleft was also open, revealing pink flesh and what appeared to be glistening liquid at the vaginal opening.

Aroused, Yu Bogang grabbed his cousin's ankles, widening her hips, and lowered his head to kiss her labia. Due to the angle, I couldn't see the details, but I could see Yu Bogang's large, dark head moving back and forth, presumably licking and scraping the vulva with his tongue. My cousin's legs kept lifting and lowering, probably from the intense stimulation.

At this point, she seemed to have reached her peak, and she pushed Yu Bogang away. He stood up and knelt in front of her, her legs wide open. I could vaguely see that her genitals were damp. Yu Bogang guided his hard penis to her vaginal opening. My cousin reached out to receive it, pulling the glans towards her vaginal opening. Yu Bogang gently pressed down, his penis slowly entering her narrow vagina.

Finally, Yu Bogang's abdomen pressed against my cousin's smooth lower abdomen. My cousin naturally pressed her thighs towards him, and Yu Bogang thrust downwards, penetrating deeply. My cousin's two snow-white thighs wrapped around Yu Bogang's waist. Each time Yu Bogang struggled, it caused my cousin to move as well. The two of them moved simultaneously, like a tightly integrated machine.

Yu Bogang initially used only the first third of his penis to rub in and out, his movements light and slow. Gradually, the movements became larger and deeper each time. When Yu Bogang lifted his abdomen, his cousin seemed reluctant to let go, her genitals following suit. As a result, the so-called withdrawal of the penis never actually left the vagina; it was merely a small-scale internal friction between the two connected parts.

Yu Bogang placed his hands on the pillows on either side of his cousin's shoulders, his body forming a straight line. He thrust downwards rapidly, colliding violently with her vulva, the impact so loud it seemed as if a "smack" could be heard in the air. His cousin's face flushed, and her moans grew louder.

After dozens of dazzling thrusts, Yu Bogang suddenly pressed down on his cousin's abdomen and remained still. His cousin swayed her head from side to side, her snow-white thighs clamping tightly around Yu Bogang's waist, her legs forming a circle around his entire waist. Her taut upper body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. After Yu got up, a stream of white semen could be seen flowing from my cousin's vulva, wetting the sheets beneath her buttocks.

A few minutes later, they did it a second time. This time, my cousin took the initiative. She continuously used her gloved hand to stroke Yu Bogang's limp, caterpillar-like penis, rubbing his testicles. Soon, Yu Bogang's penis swelled up, the swollen glans glistening with a purplish-red luster. At this moment, my cousin sat up and straddled Yu Bogang, and the man's penis plunged into her vagina with a soft "plop."

My cousin actively moved up and down on Yu Bogang, making piston-like movements. After about 20 or so times, Yu Bogang seemed to suddenly get excited. He rolled over, making my cousin lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. He knelt behind her and thrust his penis into her body, pumping wildly, while his hands almost savagely grabbed and squeezed her breasts. Each thrust caused my cousin to groan. I counted; he thrust about a hundred times.
Suddenly, the man and woman froze, as if their muscles were spasming. Then they both let out a long sigh, their faces showing ecstasy. After Yu Bogang pulled out his penis, he actually used his hand to pry open my cousin's anus and inserted an enema! Good heavens, how disgusting!

Soon after, my cousin's face turned bright red, and she sat naked on the spittoon, defecating with a splattering sound. It was almost 5:30 by then. I heard my cousin sweetly urging Yu Bogang to leave, saying that school and work students would be coming home soon! Afraid they would see, I quickly ran downstairs for a quick look, then pretended to be going home from school. My cousin was busy emptying the spittoon and washing the sheets.

After secretly watching my cousin have sex, I felt incredibly excited and aroused. A few days later, I found a used condom filled with semen in the trash can in my cousin's room. It seemed someone had had sex with my cousin again that day.

To my surprise, less than a month later, my cousin suddenly became melancholic. She became quiet and even somewhat listless at home. She came home from work on time every day, and she quickly sent away any men who came to see her, no longer going out with them.

What puzzled me even more was that I could find several pairs of my cousin's underwear in the washing machine every day—usually two, sometimes three or four. They were all covered in thick, yellowish-white discharge, almost like pus, and there was a lot of it. The crotch area was almost always wet, and it smelled terrible. At this point, I realized that my cousin might be sick, and I no longer dared to let my penis touch her dirty underwear.

I was really eager to find out what had happened, but the secret was revealed a few days later. That day, I found a medical record in my cousin's bag. I don't remember the exact details, but the gist was: Zuo Wei, female, 23 years old. The patient had increased vaginal discharge for over a week, severe itching, redness, and burning pain in the vulva, lower abdominal pain, urinary urgency, frequency, and difficulty urinating.

Examination revealed: redness and swelling of the labia majora and minora with scratch marks around them; a large amount of yellowish-white discharge with a foul odor from the vaginal opening; congestion of the vaginal walls and cervix; mild cervical erosion; a large amount of purulent discharge flowing from the cervix; urethral congestion; pressure on the urethral opening causing pain and purulent discharge; history of unprotected sex.

The diagnosis was: gonococcal vaginitis and cervicitis.

My God! My cousin had gonorrhea! That's a sexually transmitted disease! In the early 1990s, having an STD was a disgrace for a woman! I felt terrified and sympathetic towards my cousin. However, it was clear she had undergone active treatment, as I could tell from observing her underwear.

A month later, my cousin had gradually recovered. I never saw Yu Bogang again; I guess she thought he was the one who gave her the STD and stopped talking to him.

But soon after, I found a letter in my cousin's room from Yu Bogang. In the letter, he cursed my cousin, calling her a filthy whore. He listed the names of several men, some of whom I knew or recognized—mainly her colleagues, superiors, or classmates—while others were people I'd never heard of. I counted, and there were 12 people in total.

He seemed to know my cousin very well; he wrote down in detail the time and place of her sexual encounters with some of these men. He even threatened her, saying, "Don't think I don't know about you soliciting customers at hotels at night, charging fifty yuan a time. If you don't obediently sleep with me, I'll expose these shameful things to the hospital director. You're selling yourself outside; who knows who gave you the disease? And you blame me!"

Wow, my cousin was still prostituting herself! I almost fainted! But things didn't seem to have gotten that serious. My cousin probably secretly resumed her relationship with him and finally settled the matter!

After that, my cousin seemed to have fewer boyfriends, but she still often went out at night with a few guys, though she usually didn't come back too late.

I found all of this strange and somewhat incomprehensible. Curious, I decided to uncover more of my cousin's secrets. I already knew she kept a diary, but it was always locked in her desk drawer. Could what I wanted be there? So, while she was napping, I stole her key and had it copied. That way, I could easily peek at her diary when she wasn't around.
Less than two days later, I achieved my goal. I opened her drawer and found several diaries from her first year of high school—seven or eight years' worth, neatly arranged. I couldn't read them all at once, so I took several chances and finally managed to browse through them all, gaining a basic understanding of her growth since adolescence and learning more about her story.

After that, I continued to peek at her diary frequently, becoming very familiar with her latest activities.

Back when my cousin was in the north, she was attending middle school at a military-run school. Like many girls at the time, she started menstruating at fourteen. In her first year of high school, at just sixteen, she had her first love. It was Zhang Baosheng, a boy two grades above her, who was also her neighbor. They were childhood sweethearts; they had kissed and touched each other intimately, but nothing more.
More than half a year later, my cousin was preparing to return to Wuhan. Two nights before her departure, Zhang Baosheng broke through her defenses, deflowering her. She was under seventeen at the time.

At the time, both my cousin and Zhang Baosheng were still quite naive. After my cousin came to live with us, they continued to correspond, but as time passed, Zhang Baosheng was admitted to a military academy in the west and never wrote back to my cousin again. Their relationship ended.

My cousin was in her second year of high school at the time. Zhang Baosheng's broken promise had plunged her into despair. Soon after, a male classmate named Li Hui entered her life. I had met him before; he had visited my house many times. He was the son of a deputy director of the Wuhan Municipal Finance Bureau, from a very wealthy family. He was very generous and often took my cousin to experience the latest and greatest things. He pursued her relentlessly and quickly won her heart. A few months later, they slept together.

However, Li Hui was a typical playboy. Soon after winning my cousin's heart, he began pursuing a girl in a lower grade, becoming much colder towards her. My cousin was furious and, on a pretext, slapped Li Hui in front of the whole class. Feeling deeply humiliated, Li Hui, the so-called son of a high-ranking official, retaliated fiercely against my cousin.

He feigned remorse and invited his cousin to his house. He got her drunk and, along with two male classmates named Sun Wei and Gao Yang, gang-raped her, taking nude photos of her. Under the circumstances, his cousin couldn't speak out about this shameful act; she dared not report it to the police or tell anyone.

Afterwards, they used the photos to blackmail her. She was helpless and was repeatedly abused by these men throughout high school. During this time, one of Li Hui's friends, Lu Jiawei, also slept with her.

Because of these incidents, her grades dropped significantly in her senior year of high school. She had originally been a good student, and fortunately, her foundation was solid; she eventually managed to get into a day-study college, which was quite an achievement at the time.

After entering university, his cousin developed a new social circle. Of the men who had bullied her, Sun Wei and Lu Jiawei went to other cities, but Li Hui and Gao Yang maintained their relationship with her for a long time afterward.

Because of her relationships with multiple men, my cousin underwent a significant change. She became much more casual about relationships than girls her age, stating in her diary that relationships between men and women were just that—there was no such thing as true love, only naked lust!

Due to her good looks, she had no shortage of suitors in university, and she wouldn't refuse anyone she got along with. Fan Qing, Qian Lemin, Zhao Lisheng, Yuan Jianjun, and other classmates all had sexual relations with her.
Three years later, after graduating from junior college, she worked in a hospital laboratory. There, she met Yu Bogang and quickly began an affair. In addition, she also had affairs with Xie Shengwen, the head of the hospital's laboratory department; Shen Tao, the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department; Xu Ping, an internist; and Wang Xun, an ophthalmologist.

When she first started working, her salary was very low, only about a hundred yuan a month. This was far from enough for the young and fashionable woman, and she complained a lot. Just then, a female classmate named Tong Weiling returned from Shenzhen, the forefront of China's reform and opening up, which brought about a significant change in my cousin's life. Tong Weiling was my cousin's best friend and classmate from high school; she was the only one who knew some of my cousin's secrets.

Tong Weiling didn't get into university after graduating from high school. Back then, students who failed the college entrance exam could still attend vocational schools, but Tong Weiling entered the Wuhan Police Academy. Two years later, she graduated, but because she had no connections, her spot in the public security system was taken by someone else, so she went to Shenzhen alone to look for a job.

Due to the limitations of her major, it was difficult to find employment in society as a police officer. In order to continue to make a living, she began to rely on her body, working as a "lady," or professional prostitute, in the booming sex industry of the special economic zone. She earned about 1,500 yuan a month and managed to save some money after a year.
This time, when she returned to Wuhan, she made a special trip to visit my cousin, bringing her several fashionable clothes and telling her about many new things in the special economic zone. Looking at her wealthy old classmate and thinking about her own financial predicament, my cousin was filled with envy.

Tong Weiling tried to persuade her cousin, saying, "If you want to make money, it's not hard at all. You're pretty, you have a college degree, and you're not a virgin anymore, so what are you afraid of?" At first, her cousin hesitated, but soon she made up her mind.

This was in late 1989, when Wuhan wasn't very open, and the sex industry was just starting out. Her cousin became one of the city's first professional prostitutes.

Because of her good looks, she was different from the country girls who came to the city. She mainly worked in high-class hotels, catering to Hong Kong and Taiwanese businessmen, local wealthy bosses, and even a few foreigners. In her diary, I saw an American, a Japanese, a Thai, and a Frenchman.

Since her cousin had a regular job, which she couldn't give up, she usually went to prostitutes after work, two to three days a week.

She meticulously recorded the time, location, and income of each encounter in her diary. I calculated that from December 1989 to May 1990, when she contracted a sexually transmitted disease, a total of six months, she prostituted herself 62 times, serving 38 clients. She earned nearly three thousand yuan, which was much better than working a regular job. I finally understood why my cousin had bought so many clothes recently and even gave me pocket money a few times!

After getting sick, my cousin stopped working as a prostitute in hotels, but maintained relationships with a few classmates and colleagues, including Yu Bogang.

I finally learned almost all of my cousin's secrets: she had slept with 14 colleagues and classmates and had served 34 clients. Yu Bogang was considered a small number! My cousin was amazing; I almost fainted.

In early 1991, I suddenly heard that my cousin was going to marry a man surnamed Fu, who was my cousin's husband and worked at the same company.

I had never heard my cousin mention this man before; she had only mentioned him occasionally in her diary. She had only known him for a short time; he was introduced to her by a friend of my mother's. Because my cousin was beautiful, he quickly took a liking to her, but my cousin initially didn't want to marry him, mainly because she disliked his short stature. But that man's penis was incredibly vigorous; he slept with my cousin on their first date and quickly got her pregnant.
Actually, I learned from my cousin's diary that she had been pregnant three times before, and had abortions all of them. The first time was when she was a sophomore in college. At that time, she was involved with five men simultaneously: Li Hui, Gao Yang, Fan Qing, Qian Lemin, and Zhao Lisheng. She didn't know who the father was. She had the procedure at a small hospital, but the abortion was incomplete, and it took a long time to recover.
The second time was in February 1990, shortly after I secretly watched her have diarrhea. This was during her frequent prostitution period, and again, she didn't know who the father was. Considering the previous experience, my cousin decided to see Shen Tao, the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department at the hospital. He was a specialist in his forties. This surgery was performed very well, but to keep it a secret at the hospital, my cousin later gave herself to Shen Tao.

The third time was in November 1990; it was Shen Tao's child. Unfortunately, only a little over a month later, my cousin became pregnant again with my future cousin-in-law's child, and she went to Shen Tao again. Shen Tao thought it was too frequent, and another abortion would be dangerous, potentially causing infertility, which was obviously not good.

The deed was done, and my cousin's only option was to get married. On March 18, 1991, they hastily held their wedding.

After the wedding, my cousin moved out; her husband's family prepared a two-bedroom apartment for the newlyweds. We also moved afterward, but I still cared about my cousin's life and always tried to find out about her.

As my cousin became pregnant, her belly gradually grew larger, and I watched her body curves with great curiosity. At three months, around the time of their wedding, her slightly protruding belly was already noticeable. At six months, her belly was clearly swollen. Every month thereafter, her belly grew larger, and by the time she was close to giving birth, her belly was like a small mountain, so large that the top seemed pointed, making it almost impossible for her to walk.
Three things have excited me lately. First, when my cousin, with her large, round belly, lifted her shirt to tuck it into her skirt, I could clearly see the stretch marks on her stomach.

Second, because the enlarged uterus compresses the bladder and rectum, pregnant women urinate and defecate much more frequently than usual. As per the doctor's instructions, my cousin needed to go for prenatal checkups every now and then. That day, my cousin, heavily pregnant and wearing maternity clothes, took the bus to the hospital with her husband. She couldn't help but urinate and defecate on the bus, getting it all over herself and the seats, attracting the attention of other passengers—it was quite an unsightly mess. After giving birth, my cousin developed hemorrhoids.

Another time, during her postpartum confinement, I saw her breastfeeding her baby. My cousin had plenty of milk; her breasts were almost twice their normal size during breastfeeding, her nipples had become very long, like a finger, about two centimeters long, and her areolas were almost a whole size larger and darker, almost black. The white milk was very thick and looked extremely viscous. After breastfeeding, my cousin wiped her nipples clean with a tissue. I saw her breastfeeding many more times after that, but after about seven or eight months, when it was almost time to wean, her milk became very thin and watery.

After ten months of pregnancy, nearing her due date, a small fire broke out in the apartment next door to my cousin's house. It wasn't serious, but the sound of the fire trucks startled her, and she went into labor. Streams of bright red, bloody mucus flowed from her vagina, accompanied by intense contractions. Her husband rushed her to the city's central hospital.

The next day, September 17, 1991, she gave birth to a boy via cesarean section, exactly one week before her due date. To ensure complete contraception, she also had her fallopian tubes ligated. At this time, she had just turned 24. After childbirth, her figure recovered well; although not as good as before, she was more voluptuous, displaying the charm of a mature woman.

Her son was weaned at eight months, and her husband went to Singapore to work, leaving her alone. After finishing her maternity leave and breastfeeding, she returned to work at the hospital, leaving her child with her in-laws.

Her commute from home wasn't convenient, and my old house, located in the city center, was empty, so I lent it all to my cousin. She sometimes stayed there.

I had a key to the old house, and whenever I had time, I'd run in to check, mainly hoping to discover some of my cousin's new secrets. Luckily, her diary was still in the same drawer, and her underwear was still easily accessible.

In the spring of 1993, my cousin's scandalous affair finally spread throughout the hospital. Everyone talked about her all the time, giving her a nickname: "The Urinal"—the place where men urinate.

I also heard that a picture of a woman with gonorrhea posted on the STD prevention bulletin board in the hospital's dermatology department was of my cousin. I thought it was impossible at the time, but then I thought, maybe her STD medical record was from the hospital. I really don't know what my cousin was thinking back then. Maybe she felt that outside STD clinics were unreliable, and that it would be easier to keep it a secret by having an acquaintance in her own hospital. But good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast! Thinking about this, I went to the bulletin board myself to take a look.

The photo of the woman with gonorrhea was a close-up of her genitals. Her labia majora and minora were severely swollen and red, and the vaginal opening was widened by two gloved fingers. The vaginal mucosa was congested and red, and a large amount of yellowish-white discharge was flowing from it. Just looking at the photo, it was impossible to tell which woman it was.

However, the caption below the photo, except for the patient's name being replaced with "xx," was almost identical to my cousin's medical record. The description in the medical record matched the photo perfectly—it must really be my cousin's! My cousin's STD photo had been semi-publicly revealed!

Ultimately, what dealt my cousin the heaviest blow at the hospital was a conspiracy. At the time, Shen Tao and Xiao Zhihua, the head of the hospital's medical affairs department, were competing for the position of vice president. Shen Tao had a slight advantage in every aspect. To turn the tide, Xiao Zhihua devised a wicked plan. He knew my cousin and Shen Tao were having an affair and discovered that they would both be working the night shift a few days later. So, he bribed the head of security.

That night, the hospital security guards set up a stakeout outside my cousin's shift room, waiting for Shen Tao to arrive or for my cousin to leave. Around 10 PM, my cousin went to the obstetrics and gynecology department. They spent almost the entire night on the gynecological examination bed!

When she came out of the department early the next morning, security guards swarmed around her, her clothes disheveled and without underwear. "Only Director Shen is on duty here tonight. What are you doing here?!" My cousin was speechless.

Several others rushed into Shen Tao's duty room, dragged him off the bed, and found a pair of women's underwear stained with semen next to his pillow—it was my cousin's.

Shen Tao tried to deny it, but Xiao Zhihua had forced my cousin to undergo a gynecological examination. Her vagina was loose, clearly indicating recent sexual intercourse. A large number of sperm were found in her vagina, and not just from one person, some of which matched Shen Tao's semen analysis.

The evidence was overwhelming. After such a scandalous affair, Shen Tao's career was over. He was transferred from the city-level hospital to a small district-level hospital, while Xiao Zhihua became the vice president as he wished.

My cousin suffered the most. She was a victim of power struggles. All her secrets were exposed at the hospital, and she became known as a slut among all the staff… Unable to stay any longer, she took unpaid leave from the hospital due to pressure.

After resigning, she became a pharmaceutical representative at a pharmaceutical company, achieving excellent sales results—though everyone knew the methods she used.

Soon after, rumors of an affair between her and the manager surfaced. Apparently, one night, the manager and my cousin were caught having sex on the office sofa by a colleague who happened to be retrieving something he'd forgotten in his drawer. Her colleagues, already jealous of her, seized the opportunity to make the affair a public spectacle. As a result, my cousin had to resign again and return home.

She then opened a small clothing factory, but it didn't last long before ceasing production due to business problems.
Later, in 1995, she no longer had a formal job, and her son had started kindergarten. She left him with her in-laws and moved entirely into my family's old house. By then, I was already studying at university in Wuhan.

My cousin, unable to bear the loneliness, resumed contact with some of her ex-boyfriends, sometimes even going to dance halls at night. I visited her house, which is also my old family home, several times, and always found her alone with different men.

Once, I went to the old house to see my cousin. I knocked on the door for a long time and called out several times, but there was no response. I thought she wasn't home, but there seemed to be noise inside. I tried to unlock the door, but it was locked from the inside. Just then

, my cousin opened the door. It was early summer. Standing in the doorway, my cousin's hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and she was breathing heavily, like a girl who had just run 800 meters. She was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, without a bra, her erect nipples standing prominently. Her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and I could vaguely see the surgical scar from her C-section on her lower abdomen. Her pink polka-dot panties were also clearly visible—she looked incredibly sexy!

My cousin said, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming!"

When I entered the room, I saw the bedroom door was ajar, but I quickly noticed the bed was a mess. A shirtless man, wearing only underwear, was hiding under the bed, and a videotape next to the TV was titled "Eighteen Moves of a Slut." I completely understood—my cousin was having sex with that man, and I had ruined their fun! My cousin and I were both very embarrassed, and I hurriedly left without doing what I was supposed to do.

Curious, I wanted to find out who the man was, so I resorted to my old trick and looked for the answer in my cousin's diary.

It turned out that a few months ago, my cousin met Chen Wenjie, the owner of a restaurant, at a dance hall, and they quickly had a one-night stand. After a few encounters, Chen Wenjie said he had debts he couldn't repay and offered to introduce my cousin to his three creditors. My cousin refused, so Chen Wenjie grabbed an exercise ball and shoved it into her genitals, causing her excruciating pain, forcing her to agree.

The shirtless man was one of the creditors, a man named Boss Wu who owned an entertainment complex. But it was really just an underground brothel.

The other people I saw were probably Chen Wenjie and two other creditors: Boss Ma, who owned a printing factory, and Boss Jiang, who owned a photo studio.

After sleeping with my cousin a few times, Boss Wu took a liking to her and forced her to work as a prostitute for him. My cousin couldn't refuse and had to return to her old ways. However, things were very different now than five years ago. Wuhan's sex industry had developed rapidly, and my cousin was now a 28-year-old married woman who had given birth. The location had changed from a high-end hotel to an entertainment complex, but the quality was much lower than before, and the fee was generally 80 to 100 yuan per session.

My cousin's diary entries show that she was now prostituting herself much more frequently than before. She was almost always available, sometimes several times a day, even during her menstrual period. Her clients were no longer limited to high-class people; now they included ordinary workers and low-level salespeople. Mr. Wu and his cronies would take advantage of her whenever they felt like it, satisfying their lust for her. During that time, my cousin had no other job;

she made her living solely through prostitution. She was a natural-born slut; her mature, cuckolded image attracted a large number of clients, quickly making her the most frequently seen prostitute in the entertainment center. Sometimes, her clients even had to wait in line—in Wuhan dialect, they had to wait to turn over a table. Back then, anyone who frequented prostitutes in Wuhan would know who Ms. Zuo was from that entertainment center.

Even my roommate, Qiu Junbo, had patronized her in December 1996. Afterwards, during our late-night dorm chat after lights out, he vividly described how he had slept with my cousin, describing it with great gusto! Although I felt a little uncomfortable listening to him, I was also itching to do so. I just didn't dare reveal that the prostitute, Ms. Zuo, was my cousin.

Although my cousin had always been the object of my fantasies, and I had fantasized countless times about having sex with her, I never had the courage to try. After all, we were closely related by blood; if we crossed that line, it would be incest. But my classmate's incident shocked me greatly—even someone close to me had slept with my cousin. I finally couldn't resist anymore. Even

if I didn't dare actually go for it, a visit to the ophthalmologist would be good, and besides, I hadn't seen my cousin's body in a long time. So, I went to the entertainment center in January 1997.

The woman in charge of the entertainment center was Mr. Wu's wife, the so-called "madam," a woman nearing forty, whom everyone called Sister Zhang.

When I found Sister Zhang and mentioned Ms. Zuo, she assumed I was also going to slept with her directly and readily agreed. She even said, "Young man, you have a good eye! You have to wait in line? I'll arrange it for you right away, just a little later!" But when she heard I wasn't planning to go to a prostitute myself, but rather watch others, she hesitated, probably finding it strange and a little uneasy.

I told Sister Zhang I was prepared to pay three times the price, that is, 300 yuan per viewing. After some haggling, perhaps seeing that I looked like a student and wouldn't bother her, she finally agreed, the very next night. The only agreement was that it must be kept secret, and no photos allowed.

The entertainment center had made a very hidden little hole in the wall of the room where my cousin was prostituting herself, at a perfect angle, directly facing the bed. This way, everyone in the next room could clearly see everything inside.

The next night, I arrived at the entertainment center as agreed, excitedly waiting for my cousin to appear in the next room. The heating in my cousin's room was on full blast, so it wasn't cold at all. Besides a bed, there was nothing else in the room; it seemed to be just a simple brothel, where nothing else could be done except for sex.

A moment later, my cousin and a middle-aged man entered the room. They barely exchanged a word before getting straight to the point. My cousin, with her back to the man, began to undress, quickly stripping herself naked. I noticed that despite her extensive sexual experience, her figure was still quite good, not much different from before, except her full breasts and buttocks were slightly sagging. The most noticeable change among her dark pubic hair was that her labia were swollen and everted, no longer naturally closed as before, and their color was much darker, almost black.

My cousin slowly knelt before the middle-aged man, looked at his face, then lowered her head and pulled down his trousers.

She touched his penis through his underwear with both hands, and it slowly grew thicker with her touch. She then pulled down his underwear, revealing his large penis!

My cousin cupped his penis in her hands and skillfully licked it from back to front with her tongue, repeating this several times before finally putting the entire shaft into her mouth, making stimulating sucking sounds.

During this time, the older cousin would occasionally lick the middle-aged man's anus with her tongue, even repeatedly sticking her tongue into his anus. The middle-aged man was experiencing extreme pleasure; he couldn't help but close his eyes, enjoying this exceptionally intense sexual ecstasy.
A few minutes later, the middle-aged man began to let out soft moans, and the older cousin sucked even more vigorously. Suddenly, the middle-aged man roared and shoved the older cousin onto the bed. The older cousin immediately spread her legs wide, and the middle-aged man used his left hand to pry open her labia as much as possible, fully exposing her vaginal opening.

With a thrust of his hips, the middle-aged man shoved his entire penis in. He began to thrust in and out repeatedly, and the older cousin's body trembled with each thrust. The two moved in perfect harmony, and after a period of intense, stormy activity, the older cousin trembled even more violently. The middle-aged man probably sensed that they were about to climax, so he increased the speed and intensity.

My cousin was sweating profusely, panting heavily. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and with the middle-aged man's vigorous thrusts, they both collapsed onto the bed.

The man's penis withdrew from her vagina, but her vulva remained a round opening, slowly shrinking with rhythmic contractions until it closed, a pool of semen flowing out. Along with the copious flow of her vaginal fluids, the sheets were soaked.

This voyeuristic experience had me incredibly aroused. I contacted Sister Zhang, asking her to let me know if there were any interesting things to see, and I would still pay triple the price. This time, she readily agreed.

I had spent a considerable amount of money to spy on my cousin's prostitution—all my saved pocket money! Looking back, it really wasn't easy!

Soon after, it was Chinese New Year. On February 12th, the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I received a call from Sister Zhang saying there was something interesting to see. I rushed over.

What I found was truly shocking: a foreign black man was going to have sex with my cousin, and she was menstruating that day. When I arrived, they had already begun.

A naked man and woman, one black and one white, were writhing together on the bed. The black man's hand reached onto my cousin's vulva, roughly kneading her labia. He forcefully pulled apart her thick labia, twisting them, then gently pinched and kneaded her erect clitoris. My cousin's body immediately began to tremble violently, twisting from side to side on the bed, emitting loud moans.

Her cries excited the black man even more. He suddenly inserted three fingers into her vagina, stirring them wildly inside. With each gentle movement, sticky vaginal fluid and menstrual blood coated his palm. My cousin's body trembled uncontrollably. Impulsively, the black man pushed his entire hand inside, slowly burying it in her vulva, reaching her cervix. My cousin's muscles were taut, and copious amounts of menstrual blood and vaginal fluid flowed down the black man's hand, staining the sheets beneath her red.

The black man quickly pulled down his pants and tossed them on the ground. When he took off his underwear, his astonishingly large black penis was revealed, over twenty centimeters long and almost as thick as a child's wrist.

Next, he inserted his fingers into his cousin's anus, causing her to scream. He forcefully dug into her anus, and her screams quickly turned into moans. He vigorously dug and prodded inside her anus, and when he withdrew his fingers, they were covered in her yellowish-brown feces.
Then, he grabbed her legs, positioned his penis at her vulva, and thrust forcefully, his enormous penis penetrating deep into her vagina.

Once fully inside, he began a frenzied thrusting motion. His cousin's body reacted more intensely, large beads of sweat rolling down her face.

She convulsed for a moment, her vagina contracting rhythmically. As a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, the black man made a "plop! plop!" sound as he thrust.

He thrust wildly for more than ten minutes before finally pinning down his cousin's body and spraying his cloudy semen into her vagina, which was still bleeding from her menstrual period.

The black man's strength was astonishing. After he finished, he threw a hundred-dollar bill on the bed and turned to leave. My cousin lay alone on the bed, panting heavily. Her swollen, open vulva was still contracting from the recent orgasm, and her pubic hair was a mess of vaginal fluid and semen. She was completely exhausted.

About a month later, I received a call from Sister Zhang, saying that there was something even better waiting for me. My cousin was about to put on a show for four men.

The employees of Zhenghe Trading Company were regulars at the entertainment center, and almost all of the company's 16 employees had slept with my cousin. That day, an important client came to the company, and General Manager Zhu planned to use my cousin to entertain the client.

Inside the private room, General Manager Zhu, Deputy General Manager Xu, the client Boss Qiu, the driver Xiao Jin, and my cousin—a total of four men and one woman—were all naked. A group sex session was about to begin. General

Manager Zhu first ordered Xiao Jin to go first, in order to arouse everyone's lust. Xiao Jin looked to be only about twenty years old. This young boy was no match for his older cousin; the powerful contractions of her vagina were too much for him. Within minutes, he ejaculated under her strained grip.

This lewd scene aroused Mr. Qiu, an experienced man, who knew his cousin wouldn't be so easy to handle. After penetrating her, Mr. Qiu surprisingly held back, letting his penis remain inside her. He pressed her down tightly, playing with her nipples, kissing her neck, rubbing her clitoris, and pinching her buttocks.

At this point, his cousin began to writhe, but Mr. Qiu ignored her. Only when she was flushed and dripping wet did Mr. Qiu begin to thrust, gradually increasing the speed, each time penetrating fully. Soon, she reached orgasm, copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushing from her vagina, staining the sheets, their thighs, and Mr. Qiu's abdomen and testicles.

Next, Mr. Zhu made his entrance. He first lifted one of his cousin's legs with one hand, then scooped up the other leg with the other, lifting her up in one swift

motion. His cousin clung tightly to his neck, her entire body hanging on his stomach. Mr. Zhu tossed her up and down, his penis thrusting repeatedly inside her. Finally, after hundreds of thrusts, he threw her heavily onto the bed. His cousin, panting heavily, had Mr. Zhu's semen flowing from her vagina.

After being fucked by three men in a row, his cousin couldn't take it anymore. She said she didn't want to continue. At this point, Vice President Xu, who hadn't yet appeared, panicked. He begged his cousin to let him have his way, while Mr. Zhu threatened her not to spoil the fun. His cousin had no choice but to become a sex object once more. She gritted her teeth, spread her legs, and let Vice President Xu fuck her properly.

My cousin's notebook was filled with detailed records of her prostitution. When I last peeked at her diary in April 1997, I roughly calculated that she had served clients over 1,100 times in a year and ten months. Although many were repeat customers, it was difficult to count them all. According to my cousin's own estimate in her diary, she had slept with at least 480 men.

During this time, my cousin's body suffered greatly. Her vaginal discharge increased, her menstruation became irregular, with prolonged periods and heavy, persistent bleeding. If she encountered a decent client, it was manageable, but if she encountered a sexually deviant man, she would suffer. The crotch area of all her underwear was yellowed beyond repair. Unwashed panties were always smeared with vaginal discharge, vaginal fluid, and semen, smelling foul.

In her diary, my cousin wrote that once, after being given an enema by a client, she was forcibly dragged to the riverbank, tied to a tree, and anally raped. On another occasion, one of Mr. Wu's friends stabbed her vagina with a wooden stick and then inserted a half-smoked cigarette butt, torturing my cousin to the point of near shock.

The most shocking incident occurred on May 3, 1997—I remember it clearly, it was the May Day holiday—when I suddenly heard that my cousin had been caught in a police raid the previous day while working as a prostitute at an entertainment center. Eleven people, including my cousin, were arrested, and she was caught red-handed with a man in his fifties while engaging in sexual activity; at the time, she had a vibrating egg inserted in her vagina. My cousin was imprisoned in a women's reformatory.

The police notified our family to pay a 3,000 yuan fine to release her. Given this disgraceful incident, none of my family members wanted to go, so they finally sent me to the reformatory with the money.

After paying the fine, the reformatory required gynecological examinations of the prostitutes; those with sexually transmitted diseases were forcibly treated before they could be released.

I waited for my cousin to have her gynecological exam. Perhaps because the place was full of prostitutes, the doctors there were very careless; even the door was only half-open, and I could clearly see everything inside from the outside.

My cousin lay on the gynecological examination table with her legs spread, her entire vulva exposed. A doctor, under a spotlight, used cotton swabs and instruments to manipulate her labia. I could clearly see a white discharge hanging from her vulva. Her right labia were swollen and had a bulge; the doctor punctured it with a needle, releasing a pus-filled lump. Next, the doctor inserted a vaginal speculum into my cousin's vagina to examine her cervix.

Afterward, the doctor inserted his fingers into my cousin's vagina and anus respectively, while using his other hand to press hard on her lower abdomen to further examine the pelvic organs. Finally, an ultrasound was performed.

When I was being led away, the supervising officer and the doctor solemnly told me the results of the examination: my cousin had multiple gynecological diseases and sexually transmitted infections. Not only did she suffer from severe vaginitis, genital warts, vulvar abscess, and breast hyperplasia, but she also contracted gonorrhea again, with one of the warts even spreading to her external hemorrhoids around her anus. Due to prolonged anal sex, my cousin not only had anal laxity but also developed gonococcal proctitis.

After returning home, her family subjected her to intense criticism. She cried and begged us not to tell her husband and in-laws, promising never to do it again! We, of course, didn't let anyone know, as family scandals shouldn't be

aired in public. Following the requirements of the women's education center, my cousin underwent several months of systematic treatment and recuperation, and her condition improved significantly. In October of that year, at the age of 30, my cousin finally reunited with her husband in Singapore with her son. She has since settled there.

After my cousin went to Singapore, our contact decreased significantly; we only occasionally spoke on the phone and looked at the photos she sent back. I knew less about her, only that she found a job at a hotel six months later and soon became a manager. But I suspected that my cousin's life in Singapore was far from simple; there must be new stories to tell.

It was early 2000 when I unexpectedly ran into Li Hui, my cousin's former high school classmate, while shopping in Wuhan. He was the son of a high-ranking official who had bullied my cousin. While in Wuhan, he had maintained a relationship with my cousin. A few years after graduating from university, he went to Singapore and worked for a large Chinese company, becoming a deputy general manager several years earlier than my cousin. This time, I unexpectedly bumped into him in Wuhan; he was back in China visiting relatives.

I had always felt that my cousin's downfall was largely due to Li Hui. Initially, I wanted to use this opportunity to teach him a lesson, but he wasn't afraid at all. He said, "Your cousin was born to be a prostitute. Back then, she wasn't even 17 when I slept with her; she wasn't a virgin anymore. It's pointless to sleep with someone like her. She even contacted me in Singapore!"

Hearing this, I perked up. So my cousin and Li Hui were still in contact in Singapore. Through him, I could definitely find out a lot about my cousin's life there. I quickly changed my attitude towards Li Hui and started talking to him about my cousin's life in recent years.

After my cousin arrived in Singapore, her original diploma wasn't recognized, making it difficult for her to find work. With her husband at work and her son in elementary school, and no relatives or friends there, she felt incredibly bored at home. Six months later, she thought of Li Hui.

Li Hui, of course, wouldn't let such an offer pass him by. After several nights of passion, my cousin asked Li Hui to help her find a job. Li Hui introduced her to a friend of his in Singapore, Liu Xiongkui. Liu Xiongkui was from Guangdong, very wealthy, and owned a hotel in Singapore, which was actually an underground brothel, specifically organizing and accommodating mainland women for prostitution in Singapore.

My cousin had no idea about any of this. A few days later, when she went for an interview with Liu Xiong-kui, he took advantage of her. Afterwards, Liu Xiong-kui thought my cousin was indeed quite qualified and had passed the interview, so he made her work for him.
Finding a job is not easy, so my cousin agreed, and her unsuspecting husband was happy for a while.

Liu Xiong-kui made my cousin a supervisor at his hotel, mainly managing six mainland prostitutes. He generally didn't need to personally serve clients, but if a client had a request, he would of course have to fulfill it. My cousin was very

good at this job and gained Liu Xiong-kui's trust. In less than two years, my cousin had become Liu Xiong-kui's service department manager, becoming the head of more than 80 mainland prostitutes in the hotel.

I was very interested in how much my cousin served clients herself. Li Hui told me that my cousin didn't do it much anymore, usually only once or twice a week. That adds up to about a hundred times in two years, with about forty clients.

In May 2000, my cousin returned to Wuhan, reportedly due to lower abdominal pain, excessive vaginal discharge, and irregular menstruation. An examination revealed an ovarian cyst caused by chronic pelvic inflammatory disease, possibly a lingering condition from a previous illness. Because treatment in Singapore was expensive, she returned to China for treatment and underwent laparoscopic surgery. Since Singapore does not practice family planning, she also had her fallopian tubes recanalized during this trip.

In July of that year, she became pregnant again, and in April 2001, at nearly 34 years old, she gave birth to a daughter. The age difference between her son and daughter is exactly 10 years. However, I wonder if this little girl is her husband's child. With her

fallopian tubes recanalized, my cousin's fertility rate is very high. From 2002 to February of this year, I heard news of her pregnancy four times, but she didn't keep any of them and had abortions each time. Including her previous three abortions and two pregnancies, my cousin has been pregnant nine times. Last month, at the suggestion of her family, she went to the hospital to have an IUD inserted.

Since becoming pregnant with her daughter, my cousin lost her position as service manager because she had to prepare for childbirth and take care of the baby, leaving her little time to help Liu Xiong-kui manage the hotel. However, Liu Xiong-kui didn't completely loosen his control over her, occasionally forcing her to work as a prostitute. Even when she was heavily pregnant, she wasn't spared; once, she almost miscarried due to the actions of several clients.

After giving birth, my cousin began studying early childhood education in Singapore. Finally, at the end of last year, she obtained her diploma, left the hotel, and landed a stable job as a preschool teacher at a government-run kindergarten.

Now, my cousin is over 37 years old and a mother of two, yet she has had sexual relations with over 600 men, including clients, colleagues, and classmates. To put that into perspective, a sleeper train carriage only has 66 people—that's almost ten carriages' worth of men!

Every time I think about my cousin's romantic escapades, I feel a strange excitement. This June, my cousin might return to China to visit relatives, and I look forward to seeing her again.

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