My Struggle (Prologue—Chapter 1)

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Author: kccy1985
First published on the forum on June 4, 2015
Preface: A Text Message
My name is Chen Rui, an ordinary person, 30 years old this year,
working at a small company near my home. My monthly salary is enough to make ends meet, but thankfully I don't have to worry about housing, because
my parents left me a small apartment when they passed away.
The building I live in is a family housing building built in the 1960s, a cement and red brick structure. Putting everything else
aside, this building can be described in one word: solid. A young couple who had just moved in upstairs once renovated their apartment,
trying to carve out a closet, but they couldn't even get through 30 centimeters into the wall. The only inconvenience is that this is in the
old suburbs, the population is mixed, and the security isn't great. After 8 or 9 pm, even the streetlights are basically gone.
My doghouse is on the first floor. Like all old houses, when my parents were still alive, my family expanded a
small yard. Adding a roof and building walls made it feel like we had another apartment. After my parents passed away, I often sat alone
in this small courtyard, gazing at the old things around, drinking beer with peanuts, living a kind of reclusive life.
Although I don't drink much.
"Chen Rui, aren't you leaving after work? No bonus for you!" Old Li from the same office picked up his
black handbag, which he'd used for who knows how many years, and teased me.
"You think I don't want to? These bosses just use whoever's useful. I have so much work piled up that I could work until midnight
and still not finish. You go ahead." I shook my head helplessly, cursing my boss
, a woman in her thirties, in my mind a few more times.
"Okay, we'll be going then. Let's grab a couple of drinks sometime. It's been a long time since our office got together."
Xiao Wang, sitting opposite me, also stood up and said sympathetically.
There are only three of us in this office, working on the company's planning aspects. Our boss, surnamed Ye, is
n't much more experienced than me, but she has powerful connections, is beautiful, and has a sweet tongue, so bullying us three grown
men is commonplace for her. We dare not speak out, and secretly fantasize about raping
our beloved CEO Ye countless times.
It's 11 PM. I stretched, finally finished. I shut down my computer, put on my coat, turned off the last
light, and stepped out of the company.
Just as I was thinking about where to grab a late-night snack, my Hong Kong version iPhone 5 rang. I pulled it out and saw a
text message: "Chen Rui, long time no see. This is Big Bird. I'm passing through your city on a business trip and am at the night market near the train station.
Come grab a couple of drinks and catch up."
Big Bird was my college classmate; he was nicknamed Big Bird because he was the biggest guy in the dorm. We were very popular back then,
but since graduation, I've lost touch with those guys, only exchanging text messages during the New Year. After
all, I wasn't doing too well either, so I can't blame them for not wanting to contact me. Okay, I admit it's because of my low self-esteem.
I flagged down a taxi, rubbing my rumbling stomach and dreaming of the barbecue and beer I'd have later.
I never imagined this might be the last "legal" thing I did.
Chapter 1: The Madness of KTV (Part 1)
"Damn! If I were you, I would have slept with that slut long ago!" Big Bird, as always, was "bold,"
taking a big gulp of beer after listening to my complaints, indignantly defending me.
I silently continued chewing on the grilled chives in my mouth. I heard this stuff can enhance male potency, so I treated this
stubborn green plant like Ye Zong's nipple, desperately venting my frustration.
"I'm saying you're 30 years old, why haven't you found a wife yet? My daughter is almost graduating from kindergarten,
and you're still a virgin, aren't you?" Big Bird glanced at me disdainfully. This guy's great in every way, except his drinking manners
are terrible. He gets all talkative when he's drunk.
"Get lost, do you think I don't want to? But where am I supposed to get the money? These days, supporting a wife is like supporting a goddess.
Who the hell would want to be with you if I don't have money?" I made excuses for myself, unwilling to admit that he guessed the second half of my sentence correctly.
"Hehe! I knew you were naive. Remember that guy in the logistics department in the dorm next to ours when we were in college
? I heard that after graduating, he wandered around for a few years and then became a gigolo in the south because of his looks!" Big Bird's words were always
shocking.
"Holy crap! Was it that Wang something-or-other guy? Damn! That pretty boy was known as the
most beautiful woman in Jiangnan back then. Now he's got his major in his job!" I said exaggeratedly.
"Hahahaha, look at the state you're in now, why don't you become a gigolo too? You'd make more than you do now!"
Big Bird teased arrogantly.
"Damn it, you bastard, all you did was scam a wife, how much better are you than me?" I was a little
annoyed.
"Haha, just kidding. You're still as serious as ever, the kind of
person who suffers the most these days." Big Bird quickly apologized. "Alright, I'll take you out for a bit of fun later. It's rare for
me to come here, you have to let me experience your local specialties!"
I didn't reply. I knew what Big Bird meant by "a bit of fun," and I knew even more that
the cost of a night there was definitely beyond what a working-class person like me could afford. Besides, I didn't have any friends or family left in this world
.
"It's alright, brother, I can get reimbursed for business trips. This trip is for the boss's personal business, it won't go through our company's finances
. I'll cover tonight's expenses. Your wife is strict at home, I've only ever done small-scale business.
It's rare for me to come all this way, and I can't really help you much usually, so consider this an investment in our years of friendship
. Don't forget your brother when you're successful." Big Bird smiled and defended me, and I thought I saw
something reflect in the corner of his eye.
I sighed inwardly. I'm not usually a good talker, and the current financial pressure has made me even
more taciturn. At this moment, I don't even feel so disgusted by being a gigolo anymore.
"By the way, after all this talk, what kind of big business do you do? And what kind of boss is so generous?" I
asked suspiciously after toasting him.
"Nothing special, not a big deal. Have you seen the news? Those legendary pharmaceutical representatives are talking about
us. Our company is actually just a shell company; our business relies entirely on connections. It's just that in the last two years, the government..."
"It's just that the regulations are stricter, so I don't earn as much as before." Big Bird lit a cigarette and casually tossed one to me.
I lit it and took a deep drag; I hadn't tasted tar in a long time, since my parents passed away
. I promised them I would live well.
"Damn it, these days, good people don't get rewarded. The TV is all a bunch of liars. How many people actually get rich legitimately
?" I downed half a bottle of beer in one gulp, leaving empty bottles scattered at my feet.
Above the night market, a thin wisp of blue smoke swirled around this dark land. The dazzling lights obscured the once-shining
stars. The sounds of clinking glasses filled the air, and the aroma of barbecue, mixed with strange smells, slowly fermented here,
fermenting even the ugly people here.
"Damn, I didn't expect a small city like yours to have such a grand entertainment venue." Big Bird and I
staggered out of the taxi, standing under the neon sign of "Earth Song," looking like two idiots
.
"Welcome! Do you gentlemen have a reservation?" Two rows of
beautiful hostesses in cheongsams with slits up to their thighs bowed at a ninety-degree angle and asked warmly.
"Uh, I think it's room 5082. A man surnamed Wang made the reservation." I frowned and thought for a moment.
Actually, I have a good alcohol tolerance, but I haven't drunk for a long time, so this time I indulged myself and got a little tipsy.
"Please follow me." A hostess with a round face gestured to us and led the way. Her full
hips swayed with her movements under the tight cheongsam. Damn, is she mixed race? Do Chinese people have such
full hips? I swallowed hard.
"Hmm, not bad. Let's see if there are any pretty ones later." Comrade Big Bird was obviously very
satisfied with the decor, at least that's what I thought.
"I didn't expect Old Li to be such a VIP here," I muttered to myself,
glancing at my phone at 12:30 AM. I'd completely forgotten that I'd just
gotten the detailed itinerary for tonight's activities from Old Li after making a phone call.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?" A waitress in a crop top immediately followed the hostess out of the private room
. The dim lighting and the vibrations of the various speakers completely drew my attention to her ample bosom
. Damn, even the most alluring pictures online can't compare to the real thing.
Big Bird, clearly an experienced man, turned and led the waitress with the sequined belly button
away for a private chat.
Just as I was sitting there wondering whether the waitress's large breasts were real or fake,
a few handsome young men rushed in and clattered around, filling the table in front of us with various drinks and snacks.
"Damn. Weren't we supposed to be singing? Didn't you eat enough?" I looked up at
Old Bird, who had finished his conversation and returned to my side. He clearly hadn't heard my question, and was staring expectantly at the door.
"Hi! Gentlemen, these are the prettiest girls here. Mr. Li just called and told me
. Tell me what you need, and I'll guarantee you'll be satisfied." A stylishly dressed
woman, probably around thirty, led five or six girls into our room. This must be the legendary madam. Damn ,
when did Mr. Li become a boss?
"Hehe, not bad. Anything else?" While I was still examining the face of the second girl standing there, Big Bird
had already started asking the madam about the situation.
"Gentlemen, these girls are definitely the prettiest here. They can sing and talk. Since they were
introduced by an acquaintance, I certainly won't treat you badly. Why don't you tell me your requirements so I can help you
pick a few more?" The madam smiled.
"Hmm, in that case, then you—you..." Big Bird seemed a little impatient. Damn, how
long has this guy been without a woman?
"Thank you, boss." The madam and the remaining girls who weren't called bowed to us and
left the private room one by one. Holy crap! I hadn't even looked closely before they finished choosing! Holy crap! This is my first time!
The rest of the time, of course, doesn't need to be described in detail. Anyway, ever since I touched the real girls' breasts and thighs,
my little brother couldn't stay still. The various bottles and jars on the table turned out to be various
alcoholic beverages. While the girl sitting on my lap was constantly teasing me until my eyes were red and I wanted to tear off that annoying
top immediately, Big Bird whispered a few words to the two girls, and the one sitting on his lap got up and left the private room alone
.
"How was it? Are you satisfied? Relax a bit later, I've already taken care of everything." Big Bird said loudly in my ear
, because the sound system was too loud. Speaking of which, we didn't seem to sing many songs.
"What's this?" I held up the two small pills that Big Bird had shoved into my hand, examining them closely. Just as I
was about to ask, the girl on my lap snatched one and popped it into her own mouth. Damn, aren't you afraid it's
poisoned?!
Big Bird didn't say anything, because the girl who had left earlier had returned, and it seemed she had even twisted
the doorknob a couple of times as she entered. Damn, was that long strip of condom she was holding? Damn, is my first time
really going to end here?
"Handsome, do you like me?" The girl on my lap squinted, hooked her arms around my neck, and leaned close to me,
asking in a cat-like, coquettish voice.
Of course I like you, since I paid for it. Without saying a word, I popped the pill into my mouth,
buried my face in her large breasts, and mumbled, "I like it! Especially this!" "You're so naughty, it tickles..." The girl on my lap trembled with pleasure, her full buttocks 　　making intimate contact
with my little brother. 　　I forcefully slipped my hand under the cuff of her hot pants and into the girl's private parts. Damn it, I'd been 　　touching her through her pants the whole time, but this time I could finally touch her real body. My other hand wasn't idle either, kneading her breasts while kissing her incessantly 　　. The girl, unlike before, wasn't protecting her private parts; instead, she half-heartedly 　　writhed on my lap like a snake. Damn it, I shouldn't have worn underwear today, it's so tight! 　　Just as I was feeling smug about my haul, I glanced at my large penis out of the corner of my eye— holy crap, she 　　was practically naked except for half her body! The girl's fair skin, contrasted against the pale bronze of my penis, instantly dazzled my eyes.

"God!" Having watched countless videos on my computer and considering myself completely uncensored, I felt a surge of heat rush from the
base of my tailbone to the bridge of my nose. A heavy breathing sound filled my throat, and my muscles tensed,
as if a god had descended, every cell brimming with energy.
"Damn!" I pulled my hand, still frantically searching for a target inside her hot pants, and grabbed
the neckline of the girl's round-neck t-shirt. With both hands, I forcefully tore it in two, feeling no resistance whatsoever. The white short-sleeved shirt was instantly
split in two in my hands. Before the girl could even utter a sound of surprise, I opened my mouth and kissed her. Don't ask me what
kissing is; I've never actually kissed anyone before, whether male or female. Anyway, it was a series of deep breaths,
my tongue swirling around, and I felt like I could suck out her lungs.
Ignoring the girl's struggles to push me away, I nimbly turned and
pressed the beauty who had been sitting on my lap onto the sofa, my mouth still churning, while my hands continued to forcefully tear the sides of her hot pants apart. Hmm?
Not moving? Push harder! "Rip!" The denim hot pants couldn't withstand the madness surging in my blood at this moment, and
my hands seemed to be addicted to tearing, grabbing my pants and tearing them even more. With a
sound of tearing fabric, my little brother finally struggled to emerge, of course, my belt still faithfully fastened around my waist,
including my two pant legs.
I finally ended the black hole-like "kissing" because I could finally feel that the girl beneath me seemed to be
convulsing from lack of oxygen. Clear saliva stretched into a long silken thread on our lips, and the girl
gasped for the long-awaited air as if granted a pardon, completely ignoring her completely torn clothes. I lowered my head slightly, and, hmm,
the purple lace bra and panties, contrasting with her flat stomach, shimmered in my eyes like dreamlike halos
. I loved it!
I forcefully pulled the girl's hands apart and pinned her down, using the strength of my lower body to hold her hips in place, and greedily kissed
every inch of her skin from her neck down. My sense of smell, already half-numbed by alcohol,
suddenly became as sharp as a hunting dog's, the alluring scent of the opposite sex completely stripping away my reason. At that moment, I was like a
wild beast; the girl's resistance sounded like seductive moans in my ears. I had completely gone mad.
"Ah! It hurts!" the girl screamed, and my penis, instinctively, thrust into her vagina,
even plunging into her lace panties.
"Damn it! You're insane!" Big Bird seemed to hear the scream and glanced at me, but he
couldn't care less now, as he was already rhythmically thrusting with his girl. Well,
the girl beneath him and my girl seemed to react at opposite ends of the spectrum.
"Ugh..." I couldn't make a human sound anymore, lowering my head to take the girl's mouth completely into
mine, sucking desperately. Of course, I felt the resistance on the head of my penis. Resistance? I'd just rip it off. I had no
idea how to take off a bra and panties.
I never knew my waist strength was this good; the thrusting of my penis even
forced the girl lying on the sofa to lean back against it. With one hand, I held her head still so I could suckle her properly, while the other
hand gripped her buttocks, using all my strength to slam my penis into her vagina, completely ignoring her hot
breath on my face and her delicate little hands pinching and twisting my body.
"Damn, you're going to kill someone like this!" Big Bird finally realized what was happening, reluctantly withdrawing his penis
and trying to pull me away. Instinctively, I pushed myself up, and the girl beneath me was now
hanging on me, my penis still attached. Of course, the thrusting didn't stop; I still had one hand supporting
her buttocks.
Big Bird clicked his tongue, muttered "Awesome," and turned
around amidst the giggling laughter of the woman behind him to continue his carnal struggle.
I don't know if the girl clinging to me finally felt something, but her vagina was no longer as dry as before
. Slowly, a warm liquid began to flow down our joined pubic hair, then slowly
trickled down my thighs, warm and comforting, like a hot water bottle in winter. Stimulated, I
lifted her buttocks with both hands and thrust my lower abdomen into her relentlessly. She no longer resisted, tightly embracing my
neck with both hands, even wrapping her legs around my waist, thrusting with each stroke.
This feeling was incredible, a pleasure I could never experience even after a lifetime of masturbation! I finally released her
mouth and lowered my head to suckle her breasts, her nipples, her collarbone, her chin, her earlobes, and
every part of her body I could reach with my mouth.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to die! Ah!" The girl tilted her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and opened her mouth wide, screaming each word in rhythm with
my thrusts. But this time, it was clearly no longer a protest.
I felt like I heard a battle cry, and, seemingly finding standing still unsatisfying, I
started walking around the table in the private room, my hands supporting the girl's buttocks, in sync with the rhythm of my thrusts.
The "slap slap" of our bodies colliding was almost as loud as a song with sound effects.
Big Bird seemed quite indignant. After circling the table seven or eight times, he also stood
up, holding the girl beneath him. Unfortunately, the girl he chose was clearly more voluptuous than the one I was clinging to, so they had to
walk on all fours, instead of moving around as freely as I did. Oh, now I had a new problem, because
my saliva was all over the girl, which seemed to affect the taste. So, I grabbed a
bottle of some kind of alcoholic beverage from the table next to me and started pouring it over her, licking it as I did so. I reckon this
was the cleanest bath she'd ever taken in her life tonight.
Soon, the woman on top of me must have reached her climax, because I felt streams of hot liquid
spraying onto my glans, some even running down my legs and onto the floor, where I left
footprints. Oh, you ask why the girl wasn't making any noise? I don't know, it seems that after I circled her three times,
all I heard was her heavy breathing.
As the saying goes, too much joy leads to sorrow! I don't know which lap I did, but I finally slipped on the increasingly wet floor. I
landed heavily on the sofa, my penis forced out with a soft "pop."
A scream rang out, and she lay on her back on the sofa, convulsing uncontrollably. Her eyes rolled back.
"Holy crap! Is she going to die?!" Big Bird, who had been smoking nearby, rushed
over and pinched the girl's philtrum. The girl he'd chosen was already dressed and playing on her phone. Seeing this,
she simply covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Her beautiful eyes curved into cute little crescents, her long eyelashes
trembling with her shaking shoulders. Damn it! My head went numb again, and I lunged forward.

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