Xiao Xiang's Ambiguous Life - Military Service Chapter

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Xiao Xiang's Ambiguous Life - Military Service (Part 1)
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Speaking of military service, I think many guys have this common topic. It's also
a time . Every time we have a meal together, if we run out of things to talk about, we inevitably end up talking about how tough it was when we were in the military,
how capable we were back then, and what kind of ghost stories we encountered.
The famous line from the report, "After two or three years in the army, even a sow can rival Diao Chan," is
familiar to anyone who has seen the movie or served in the military. Although the ratio of female to male soldiers has
increased and there are even more women than men in some recruitment or logistics units, my unit had a male-to-female ratio of
about 6:4. Moreover, we were a Level 5 unit and didn't have to go to the base. Heaven really blessed me,
allowing me to get a non-commissioned officer position in this awesome unit. What's even better is that I was selected as the unit commander's
messenger . A messenger is like a secretary to the boss or an eunuch to the emperor, responsible for running errands and
making communications. From big things like what needs to be done in the unit today and which officers are coming, to small things like the boss's daily life
and changing clothes, I have to help with everything. So I have first-hand information.
Sometimes what I say can influence our boss, so everyone tries to curry favor with me and asks me questions.
In our unit, there were six or seven girls who were quite good-looking, and some of them had
pretty good . In this rigid, dry, and boring environment, I had such a good opportunity to get close to the female soldiers,
so naturally, there were many "interesting" things I could get involved in. I was like a gossip hub, doing things like helping them
get phone numbers, asking them out to karaoke and movies, or finding out which female soldier had a boyfriend, what they liked,
where they lived , and how to approach them. Of course, I could reap quite a few benefits from this, so during my time in the army, I often
ate chicken cutlet milk tea combo meals (the combo meal = Parker Chicken, Coco, and milk tea trio) and late-night snacks.
At this point, you might wonder why I didn't look for one for myself. Because I had a girlfriend at the time,
and besides, helping others was also helping myself, so the reason was reasonable and aboveboard, so I always did it secretly.
Soon, taking advantage of my position, I became quite familiar with all the girls in the unit, and even
got along very well with one of the corporals from headquarters. After we got to know each other better, and since I enjoy chatting and joking around, we often talked about the little things in our lives, big and small, while we
were in the warehouse or on guard duty . Sometimes I would save the chicken cutlets and drinks that others had given me for her, and while we ate, she would tell me more stories that others didn't know. At only about 22 years old, she had already experienced a life that most people never have: marriage, childbirth, divorce, being a single parent, raising and caring for her child. So she needed money, but she didn't want to become a prostitute. To be honest, although I've always felt that only people with nowhere else to go would sign up for a job , from another perspective, jobs like those in the National Revolutionary Army that don't require education and offer a fixed salary, despite the poor working conditions, the dangers in some units, the pretense of perfunctory work, and the abundance of incompetent superiors, do solve the survival problems and economic difficulties of many marginalized people in society. This corporal is called Xiaobai. Because she's a sergeant and has been in the unit longer, those less experienced than her call her squad leader or senior. I felt it was strange to call her senior since I'm older than her and also a sergeant, so I call her Xiaobai because it feels more intimate. She happily accepts it. (Why Xiaobai? Because her surname is Bai, that's all.) Xiaobai is actually quite mature for her age, works very seriously, and has a good temper. Although she's a bit tanned, she's got a great figure —big in the right places and small in the right places. Even in her imposing camouflage uniform, she still exudes the youthful energy of a young girl. Unfortunately, because she was serious, resigned, and had a good temper, she was often tricked by superiors or seniors into doing a lot of things that weren't her responsibility. After going through thick and thin together a few times, she realized that I wasn't someone who would shirk responsibility or drift. Basically, I would do what was assigned to me, at most I would delegate it to a junior and have him do it. I would guide and confirm and still get the job done. After finishing, she would even come over to see if Xiaobai had anything left to do and help her with it. As a result, our relationship got better and we had more to talk about. Before I was discharged from the military, Xiaobai and I would take the train home together during my leave . She would get off at Banqiao, and I would take the train to Taipei Main Station. Later, we would both get off at Banqiao and I would take the MRT home. My relationship with her started to change from the high-level equipment inspection. I believe that soldiers know that as long as you don't have to go to the base or do high-level equipment inspections, your year of service will be easy and enjoyable. High-level equipment inspections are a real mess, a total mobilization of everyone. You have to deal with all the big and small things, such as the environmental sanitation of the surroundings, and all the equipment has to be taken out, cleaned, painted, inventoried, and arranged neatly. At this time, many ridiculous things often happen. Things that were inventoried last year will definitely be missing, out of stock, or have extra items that shouldn't be there. When something is missing or not found , you either borrow from other units or take other people's things to make up the numbers. As for the extra items, you either dig a hole to hide them or send them to other units, and while you're at it, send a few extra items, buy one get three free. It's like a disorganized battalion, hiding, stealing, cheating, and robbing. Basically, you just want to make sure that your unit 's accounts match the quantity and that the items look new and nice. At this time, everyone is only concerned with themselves, and there is no camaraderie. So back then, Xiaobai was always busy with a ton of things, working on reports and setting up equipment until 2 or 3 AM. I only needed to take care of my own equipment and the boss's stuff. But I just liked having someone to chat with, and being able to tease and flirt a little, so I would help Xiaobai with some simple paperwork, or print out some reports and lists, or move some equipment. Maybe because I was a messenger, and they knew I had the boss as my backer, the duty officers would turn a blind eye and sign overtime forms for me. They were afraid of offending me and also afraid of delaying the tasks assigned by the boss, so they let me and her work overtime in the warehouse. During the high-end equipment inspection, it was summer, and we couldn't turn on the lights or air conditioning at night, only desk lamps. Because of the regulated water and electricity, we would often be covered in sweat within minutes. I didn't mind; guys are naturally sweaty.

We sweat, but Xiaobai is much less so. We both wear green sweatshirts from the military supply store—thin fabric,
wide necklines, and large cuffs. The advantage is that they're breathable and absorbent, but the biggest advantage is that when a girl wearing them bends over in front of you, soaked
with sweat , wow! The absorbent fabric makes the neckline hang lower, more transparent,
and more form-fitting, making it easier to arouse fantasies. It wasn't until I was working overtime that I noticed Xiaobai's figure was actually better than I imagined.
I used to think she was only a B cup, but now I realize she should be a C or D. And when she was bending over, squatting to remove rust,
move things, and paint, her little head would occasionally pop out of her bra to greet me. Every time this happened, I
felt that working overtime was great, and I would get very excited. My trunk would even start to throb. Finally, one day, I couldn't take it anymore
because that night, her little head was practically stuck on the edge of her bra all night long, like a naughty child climbing the wall, not wanting
to go home . "Hey~" "...Xiaobai..." "What?" "Can you pull that up a bit?" "What?"
"Your clothes!"
"You're messing it up~ Hold on to that side." (At that time, we were frantically dismantling and painting the forklift.)
"Ugh!! That side!!" "Where? Just do it for me! My hands are covered in paint." "You said
it yourself, so don't get angry if I help you!" She asked me to help her, so I just said thank you
and you're welcome .
So... I really reached out, through her arms, and pulled her bra up. At that moment, I
deliberately touched her nipples lightly with two fingers. Everything was over in a few seconds. She stopped, and I stopped too.
"You pervert...you big lecher..." (Xiao Bai wasn't angry, just blushed, probably from
shyness and stuttered a little.)
"Uh...you're the one who asked me to do this for you..." After I said that, Xiao Bai seemed
stimulated and actually picked up the oil brush to touch me.
"Damn it~ I'm going to..."
"You pervert!!! You big lecher!!!" Actually, she wasn't really angry, nor did she really intend to touch me.
After all, she was a simple girl. After that night, she didn't change her clothes. We were
just busy with our usual things. But that night's touch seemed to have turned on a small, mysterious switch,
causing a chain reaction of chemical changes in our relationship...
[To be continued]

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