[The World of Sex] (01-02) [Author: q9jp6]

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When I woke up, my lower body was very swollen. I adjusted my pants and opened the door to walk out, casually
looking out into the corridor...

Hmm?

I rubbed my eyes.

"Uh... I remember I haven't left the house for three days, not three years, right?" I couldn't help but say as I walked out of the small
apartment .

Something's not right, what's going on here? Even if I really haven't left the house for three years, global warming shouldn't
be enough to make a third of the people on the street walk around in just their underwear, not to mention that some people are completely naked.

I think, has anything strange happened these past few days? It doesn't seem like anything, but even if it did, I probably wouldn't have noticed.
I've been playing video games these past few days since summer tutoring ended, and at most I've come out to make instant noodles.

"Hey, haven't seen you for days, have you been playing video games?" Just as I was still confused,
a girl's voice came from behind me on the left. It was Yang Xinting, the senior who lived downstairs.

"Hi..." I turned around and froze. My senior was only wearing light yellow underwear
, her small, round breasts exposed, even her light brown nipples
.

Before I could react, she moved closer and gently patted my
throbbing erection from below, then paused and said, "Hey, I greeted you first, what's your response?"

Greet me? I think I already did.

"Hello, senior," I replied formally.

"Huh? What are you doing? Are you still half asleep? Or am I so hot today that you're stunned?"
she said, puffing out her seemingly bouncy breasts. I'd only just noticed today that she
had faint abs.

She was indeed quite pretty, and for some reason, she looked even hotter today, but that wasn't
the point. What exactly did she mean by "greeting"...? Ah! Could it be something like this?

I gently patted my senior's private parts while keeping a close eye on her expression.

"That's more like it. By the way, is that guy in the next room home?" My senior looked satisfied.

"You mean Senior Wang Xiaoyan?"

"Yeah, I need to ask him about my studies." Hmm, suspiciously, the relationship between these two is rather
ambiguous .

"He was going back to his hometown when I went out for instant noodles on Friday night, I don't know if he's back yet." I
thought .

"Oh, I'll just go knock on the door."

"Then I'll go back to my room first... Whoa!" Just as I turned around, the zipper of my pants
burst open , and my penis, much thicker and longer than I remembered, stood erect through my underwear and pants.

Although I quickly pressed it down with my hand to prevent my senior from seeing, because my penis was so big,
most .

"Tsk tsk, your penis is always this big no matter when you look at it. By the way, you don't have
a morning erection yet, do you?"

"Huh?" I didn't understand what my senior was talking about at all.

"You really didn't clear it up. Haven't you heard that holding it in is bad for your health? Fine, I'll help you today."
The senior student said, walking over and gently grasping my penis, slowly sliding it along. Only then did I understand
what "morning ejaculation" meant.

The smooth touch of her fingers traveled up my erect penis, bringing a
pleasure completely different from masturbating, so intense it made my legs weak.

"S-senior, I can do this myself, no, no need to trouble you," I
said, enduring the tingling sensation in my lower body, still quite confused.

"What are you being so polite about? You helped me during my ovulation period too," the senior student suddenly brought up a
memory I didn't have, leaving me speechless.

Seeing that I didn't object further, the senior student moved closer, pressing her entire body against my back. Her firm breasts were only separated from my
body by a thin t-shirt, completely unable to conceal the wonderful sensation.

My senior continued to clean my penis, her smooth hands once again enveloping it and
stroking . Her other hand wasn't idle either, playing with my testicles, which brought a strange pleasure—something
I hadn't paid much attention to when masturbating before.

The stroking gradually increased, and the pleasure quickly built up to an impending climax. Suddenly, my
lower body shuddered, my penis twitched a few times, and I was about to ejaculate.

Noticing this, my senior released her hand from my testicles, but her hand on my penis sped up even more.
Intense pleasure burst through the threshold of ejaculation, and streams of white semen, mixed with the pleasure I was experiencing for the first time , shot
out.

After a moment of blankness, I realized that my senior's free hand was catching my semen,
and before I could react, she brought that hand to her small lips and began licking
the semen from her hand.

The scene made my blood boil. My penis, strangely, became hard again just seconds after ejaculating, but
I still stepped aside and said, "Isn't this a bit unnecessary?" "

It's such a waste to just ejaculate all that semen that's been building up all night. If you feel like I'm stealing your semen, you
can drink my milk." She said, cupping her small breasts.

Uh... I meant that my senior didn't need to drink my semen, but she seemed to think
she was the one who benefited, which confused me a bit. As for her suggestion...

"Senior, do you have milk?" Isn't that something you only produce after you get pregnant?

"You idiot! Even if my breasts aren't big, I still produce milk, okay?" She
smacked , the force subtle.

"Senior, are you pregnant?"

"Are you out of your mind? Pregnancy just means increased milk production. I had milk in fifth grade, okay?"
She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Uh..." Is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with the world?

"Are you going to drink or not? If not, then forget it." The senior was a little annoyed.

"Hmm... okay, I'm coming." Since the world has already broken down, I might as well go all out.

I reached out and grabbed the senior's small but vibrant breasts, and an indescribable, wonderful sensation came from my palm.
It was far more intense than when it was through my clothes, firm yet soft, making me unable to resist focusing intently on
playing this part of the human body that was full of wonder.

"Hmm...ha...what are you doing...I want you to drink my milk...not play with my milk...hmm
...you're getting me a little excited..."

Hearing my senior's words, I paused slightly, then imitated a baby by covering my senior's
small, delicate, light brown nipple with my mouth and trying to suckle hard.

After a while, a little liquid flowed into my mouth, a strange taste filling my mouth. It wasn't exactly
delicious, but it had a feeling that made me want to keep drinking.

I sucked a few more times, although the amount was small each time, the feeling was very strong. Just drinking it
gave a sense of pleasure, but just as I was about to continue drinking, I saw Senior Wang Xiaoyan appear from the stairwell.

I was so scared that I immediately let go of my mouth. After all, the relationship between the two of them was really ambiguous. If he saw this scene
...okay, I was ready to run away.

However, the senior didn't seem to have any special reaction. There was no sign of
anger . I just noticed that he had become even more charming after not seeing him for a few days. What kind of witchcraft is this?

"Hey, good morning, you two." After touching each other's genitals, the senior and the senior lightly tapped my chest.

Hmm... what does this mean? It's too weak to say that it's hitting someone. Is it because the same sex greets each other
differently ?

I tried to hit the senior's chest back. The senior didn't have much of a reaction. It seems that I guessed right. It's
fortunate that the same sex greet each other like this. Otherwise, it would be fine if the senior was a cross-dresser, but it would be hard for me to touch other
men 's penises.

After chatting with the senior for a while, the senior said to me, "We're leaving first." Then he
rubbed the senior's butt and walked to his room. Senior, your image has been ruined too much.

(2)

After the two of them went into the next room, I went back to my room with my penis erect and changed into a
looser pair of pants.

Hmm…

I was stunned for a moment, my mind still a mess, but I decided to check online for any
news about this change.

I turned on my computer, connected to the internet, and browsed the news. It was mostly about stock market crashes and kids
breaking famous paintings—nothing about why the world had become so sexually liberated.
The news were incredibly revealing.

After a moment's thought, I decided to take a more academic approach. I searched "sexual intercourse" on Wikipedia,
then clicked on "human sexual behavior." After reading a few sentences, I stopped, wondering if my eyes or my brain
were playing tricks on me. I was clearly on Wikipedia, but the content looked like a fake encyclopedia!

The first few sentences mentioned that human ancestors absorbed sex cells about two million years ago, and
after the discovery of stone axes and stone vibrators about 1.5 million years ago, they embarked on a path of researching sexual techniques, using sexual selection to choose offspring with more flexible minds and the ability to devise more sexual variations… Despair! I despaired
of such a disgusting ancestor ! While the stone vibrator and stone axe placed side-by-side are certainly cringe-worthy, I first went to that entry about sex cells that looked like something out of a comic book. I spent about ten minutes, suppressing my urge to rant, reading through it. The main points were that sex cells are distributed throughout the body, can generate large amounts of energy or substances of unknown origin, and can alter the body in a short time… Of course, most importantly, scholars admit we have absolutely no idea what this thing is, which basically means I wasted over ten minutes reading a load of rubbish. Honestly, this article has very low credibility. At least according to my personal memory, there was no such thing as sex cells three days ago, let alone anything that dates back two million years. So I'm wondering if some force altered humanity and then fabricated these claims. As for what kind of force that is, I don't know, but it certainly seems to have the ability to fabricate stories. I just don't know why only my memories haven't been altered… no, wait, actually it's also possible that only my memories have been altered, which is more likely in a sense. But if I can't even believe , what can I believe? Hmm... never mind, let's not think about that for now. What does it matter if she's a guinea pig or something? At least the world seems pretty pleasant right now. *Grumble*... my stomach growled. Yeah, it's past noon, and it's been over twelve hours since I last ate anything. Time to go downstairs and find something to eat. After descending five flights of stairs, I finally reached the first floor. Unexpectedly, as I approached the rented room, a pale, white object bumped into me, sliding down and pulling down my pants. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the little girl who lived in the same alley, and her brother was standing nearby holding a small ball. Incidentally, both of them were completely naked , their delicate, infantile skin exposed. "Wow! Big brother, your penis is so big! It's much bigger than my dad's, and it seems bigger than the male lead on TV too!" The little girl was kneeling, her apple-like face so close to my penis that I could feel her breath. She even rubbed her bouncy cheek against my penis a few times. The sight was indescribable. Oh no, I don't want to become a lolicon! "It's not that big. I'll definitely be much bigger than him when I grow up," her brother said with a resentful look. However, when I looked at him, he was clearly covering his genitals with his hands. Although the little girl was cute, to avoid increasing the chances of becoming a lolicon, I quickly helped her up, pulled up my pants, and continued walking towards the pasta . When I reached the alley entrance, I stopped and looked at the flow of people in front of me. Wow, the difference between seeing it from upstairs and up close is huge! While the senior student is pretty and only wearing underwear, the sight of so many women exposing large areas of skin on the street is quite a spectacle! Since it was around 1:30 PM, most women were carrying parasols, but under them, everyone was dressed incredibly scantily. The most conservative outfits I saw were crop tops and hot pants, while the most common were simply wearing underwear. Other outfits included school uniforms where the skirt barely covered their underwear, and what looked like cheongsams...

Strange outfits with slits reaching down to the armpits, people wearing nothing but denim overalls… I wonder if wearing only
nipple and clitoral rings counts as a form of adornment. As for the men's clothing, I won't comment, because I don't
want to see it .

Also, I noticed some women with inhuman features; I don't know if they were
fake decorations or the bizarre physical changes described in the Wikipedia entry.

After observing the strange sights and commenting on the women, I remembered my original purpose and turned right into
my usual pasta restaurant.

Since it was past lunchtime, there weren't many customers, only about seven or eight, with
a roughly equal male-to-female ratio.

Approaching the counter, I was stunned. Standing behind the counter wasn't the female owner I'd seen before, but a
woman who looked to be in her early thirties, not the older woman I'd seen earlier.

However, I noticed something odd during the conversation. The other person knew what I usually ordered. Looking closer at their
appearance, their features did resemble the previous owner, but their age was quite different. Could they be
her daughter?

No, a daughter wouldn't normally know what her mother's regular customers usually ordered. The most reasonable
explanation was that the person in front of me was the owner himself. The only question was why
someone who looked almost sixty now looked only in their thirties. But honestly, that wasn't a big deal. If my
penis could grow 10 centimeters longer, why couldn't someone rejuvenate to 30?

After finding a seat, I habitually took out my phone and read a few comics. The plot
hadn't changed much, perhaps because I was reading action comics. However, the clothing in the comics had changed quite a bit.
For example, it was the first time I'd seen a character whose shirt and pants were both ripped after a fight—unfortunately, it was a man.

Ah! No, the world has changed like this. I should take this opportunity to look at girls. I can read the comics back at my place
.

Hmm, let me see… To my right, it looks like a woman, though only her breasts are visible; to my left, next to me, a
naked young man, skipping over that; to the left of the naked man, what enormous breasts! She looks like a woman nearing thirty,
her face flushed, her hands fidgeting under the table. While she's fairly pretty, my gaze can't leave
those enormous breasts encased in a semi-transparent veil, her nipples seemingly oozing milk, even the veil is damp
in two places.

Just as I finally managed to shake off the attraction of that massive object and was about to continue my observation, the waitress, whom
I don't brought over my pasta.

I said, "Miss, although I know your restaurant doesn't have full uniforms, only long
aprons with the restaurant's name printed on them, you don't have to wear just this, do you?

" "Here's your pasta." The waitress put the pasta down, and I took the opportunity to glance at her shapely buttocks.

"Thank you."

"If you'd like, you can add my services." The waitress glanced at my erection, which had been aroused by
the busty woman, then lifted a corner of her apron, revealing a thick, curly pubic hair.

I stared blankly for a few seconds before realizing what kind of service it was, and casually asked, "How much would that cost?"

Hearing my question, the waitress flashed her small fangs and laughed, "Hehe, of course, no extra charge.
Do I look like I've passed a sex worker qualification exam? I'm not that good."

"Haha." Not knowing what a sex worker qualification exam was, I could only laugh it off. As for
whether to add the service, I'd decide after I finished eating.

After the conversation ended, the waitress went back to her work, while I started eating my pesto spaghetti
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