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Chapter 001 A Three-Year Amnesty (Part 1) The exams are finally over! The thought of a two-and-a-half-month vacation with no homework is pure bliss. After three years of imprisonment in junior high, it truly feels like a prisoner receiving a general amnesty. However, since it's the junior high exam, compared to
the college entrance , it can only be called a minor amnesty. Today we'll start estimating scores and filling out college applications. It sounds very important, as if it concerns every student's future, but for me, there's nothing to worry about. It's simply a matter of whether I get into a top high school (10%) or a regular high school (90%
). The junior high school entrance rate is quite high now, averaging 76% in the city and even higher in the urban area, nearly 87%, roughly the same as last year's college entrance exam average. Although my junior high school isn't a top-tier school, given my consistently
top , getting into a good high school is definitely not a problem. Although it's repeatedly emphasized that there should be no fast or slow classes, and that all students should be treated equally without discrimination based on grades, in reality, how many schools aren't finding ways to divide classes? In our school, for example, from the very beginning of the third year of junior high, we divided the classes into different tiers, basically based on
academic performance. Classes one and two were the "fast classes," aiming for top-tier high schools; classes three and four were the "regular classes," obviously for students preparing for regular high schools; classes five and six were the "slow classes," mainly for vocational high schools and technical schools, and those who didn't get into regular schools usually ended up here
. I was in class three, which was considered one of the better classes in the regular classes. Sorry, I forgot to mention, the top six I mentioned earlier also referred to my ranking in class three. Oh well, people are vain, and besides, what I'm saying isn't entirely untrue, haha. Because of
this , plus the fact that my student number has always been number 6 from elementary school to junior high (since student numbers are usually sorted by the number of strokes in the surname, and my surname is Ye, so it naturally comes first; so far, the only surnames ahead of me are Ding, Wang, Fang, and Tian; theoretically
, there should be others like Niu, Mu, Bai, and Shi, but I haven't encountered any yet), I almost got the nickname "Six-Er" (六儿), which, in Hangzhou dialect, means someone is an idiot. I nipped this dangerous signal in the bud with my fist
; if I got that nickname, how embarrassing would that be? It's still early, just past eight o'clock, and it's Saturday, so the teachers haven't arrived yet, and the classroom is noisy. Students are all holding the answer key they received yesterday, asking each other how they did on the exam and what schools they plan to apply to. Seriously, what's there to argue about?
Do you think you're the top students in Class 1 or 2, trying to get into a key school? People should know their own limitations. For us, unless some miracle happens that breaks the mold, we'll generally just naturally get into the affiliated high school of our school, just
like going from elementary to middle school. It's a school close to home, only a ten-minute bike ride away, so there's no need to worry about not knowing the way. I've already checked the route; it's near the city library, which will make borrowing books much easier. "Xiao Xin, how did you do on the exam? What school are you planning to apply to?" It was Lin Shiyi, our class beauty, who asked me. My real name is Ye Zixin, but I'm usually called Xiao Xin, especially after "Crayon Shin-chan" became so popular on TV. "I don't know, I'll have to wait for the scores to find out how I did. What about you?" I'm always forgetting things after an exam; I often forget what the questions were as soon as I leave the exam room. Asking me to estimate my score, even with the answer key the teacher gave me, I couldn't remember my own answers. How could I estimate? "I did well on the exam this time, and I'm lucky enough to get into a top-tier middle school. My dad said that even if I'm a few points short, he'll buy me a place in a top-tier middle school. If you also get into No. 5 Middle School, we can be together again." "Your dad is rich, of course it's no problem. But I'm both stupid and poor, so it seems we won't see each other again. You won't forget about me, will you?" "Of course not! Your grades have improved so quickly, even Teacher Liu praised you. You'll definitely get into No. 5 Middle School. If you're a few points short, I'll ask my dad to pay more for the sponsorship. Otherwise, I won't go to No. 5 Middle School; I'll go wherever you go." Like most other places, middle schools named after the local area are naturally considered top-tier middle schools, usually No. 1 Middle School. However, in our area, No. 5 Middle School, with its century-old history, has a higher reputation. It was established in the late Qing Dynasty, and its admission score
is always about 10 points higher than No. 1 Middle School. Besides No. 1 and No. 5 Middle Schools, there are several other middle schools with high educational quality and college entrance rates, but compared to No. 1 and No. 5 Middle Schools, they are not considered top-tier. "I wouldn't dare accept that. I can't ruin Miss Lin's bright future, otherwise, your dad might come and run me over with his car." "Pah, pah, pah, run you over my head. Xiao Xin, where are you going to work this summer? Why don't you come with me to my dad's company? I've already talked to my parents, and my mom really wants you to come." "This time I'm going out to work, to see the beautiful landscape of our country, to experience the joys and sorrows of life, to learn that only by enduring hardship can one rise above others." "Great, great! Wherever you go, I want to go with you." "You? Miss Lin, I'm going to work, not to travel. If you go to work, you won't earn as much in a month as you spend in a day." "Xiao Xin," a fragrant breeze wafted over, and I turned my head to see another beautiful woman beside me, wearing a beige dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and a faint, intoxicating scent of high-end perfume emanating from her. I couldn't help but take a deep breath and chuckled, "Ding Ling, as the student council president, your heavy makeup and violation of student rules set a bad example." Ding Ling is a well-known figure in our school. Not only is she the student council president, but she's also the "school beauty." Wherever she goes, she attracts a bunch of perverts. Ever since she entered our classroom, a large group of lecherous men have shifted their attention from Lin Shiyi to Ding Ling. Ding Ling smiled and said, "Today is our last day in junior high, so the teachers won't bother us. Xiao Xin, smell it, doesn't it smell good?" Ding Ling, like Lin Shiyi, was my classmate
in the first and second years of junior high. However, when we were divided into classes in junior high, Ding Ling was placed in the honors class because she consistently ranked among the top three in the school. This time, she was admitted to No. 5 Middle School without taking the entrance exam. "Didn't President Ding already get admitted to No. 5 Middle School? Why is she here today? Is she going to give us some instructions from the school?" Lin Shiyi said sourly. Beautiful women meeting other beautiful women naturally breeds a bit of mutual jealousy, especially with me acting as a catalyst. I'm not bragging, but while I wouldn't call myself dashing or handsome, I'm still quite popular with women. Girls have liked being around me since elementary school. But now, my closest friends are only Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi; the other girls have
slowly been pushed away by them. I really don't know what they're thinking. When they're together, they can't stand each other, but if another girl tries to talk to me or pass me a note, they immediately unite against me. One is the student council president and school beauty, and the other is
our class beauty and the secretary of the Youth League branch; they have a lot of influence over the other girls. Ding Ling didn't reply to Lin Shiyi. She sat down next to me, took an ID card from her pocket, and handed it to me, saying, "Xiao Xin, your ID card is ready. How are you going to thank me?" I had asked Ding Ling to get my ID card a few days ago, and I was supposed to pick it up from her today. I didn't expect her to bring it to me herself. My birthday just passed, and according to the usual procedures, it might take another month to get the certificate, but I need it urgently.
So I asked Ding Ling to get my ID card processed ahead of time. Ding Ling's father is the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. With the director's daughter involved, the police station would naturally give me face. Besides, I wasn't getting a fake ID; I was just shortening the processing time. It was a small favor, so why not? "Then how do you want me to thank you? Don't ask for too much; I'm very poor and can't afford to take you to a fancy hotel." "We have a day off this afternoon, and I want you to go shopping with me this afternoon." Damn, an entire afternoon? Will my legs break? I've experienced this woman's hobby many times, and each time it's as tiring as a long march. Most of the time, they just look and don't buy anything. I really don't know why they have such a strong interest in it. Lin Shiyi wouldn't have it and grabbed my hand, saying, "No, Xiao Xin, you promised me you'd go shopping with me today." Damn, when did I promise you that? Don't drag me down with you two when you're fighting. The class fell silent, watching the two beauties bicker over me. Several boys stared, mouths agape, drool practically dripping from their lips. "Xiao Xin, you're amazing! You truly are the nemesis of beauties and the enemy of men. What brilliant tricks do you have to teach your brothers?" "Xiao Xin, my admiration for you is like the Yangtze River..." Seriously, they dare to say such clichéd lines. "Teach you my foot!" two girls replied in unison. Afterwards, they exchanged a glance, finding it amusing, and the class erupted in laughter. My "love triangle" with Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi wasn't exactly a secret at school. I'd heard even the principal had heard about it. However, because our grades hadn't declined, and Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi were both student leaders
, it wasn't easy to deal with, so things remained peaceful. Otherwise, the three of us would have been summoned to the office for a drink of plain water long ago. Actually, there was nothing between us. I just accompanied them shopping a few times, held hands, and maybe even secretly kissed a few times. My two older sisters are both stunning beauties, and I get to admire them for free every day at home.
I'm immune to these green apples just starting to develop. Our school has a relatively strict atmosphere, unlike some of the nearby schools where couples are everywhere on campus. My sister says that after every holiday, there are always girls who look like middle school students coming to the hospital for abortions. It's really a sign of the times
; people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. Why isn't our homeroom teacher here yet? I'm getting impatient. Two girls are chattering non-stop beside me, asking how my exams went, where we're going to play, whether she looks good in her clothes, and if her perfume smells nice. It's giving me a headache; I
have to catch my train at noon. The teacher will come in eventually, just to help us estimate our scores, suggest which schools to apply to, then have a class meeting, and then announce the end of our three years of junior high. Nothing special. I might as well go to the office and fill out
the application . It's all the same anyway; I don't need to think too much. It's not like the college entrance exam; there are so many schools to choose from. There are only two key high schools in the city, No. 1 High School and No. 5 High School; you can choose one. Aside from the key schools, there are only a few other high schools left.
Except some people choosing the next-lower tier of key schools, most people just fill in the high school affiliated with their current school. Those with less-than-ideal grades can apply to vocational high schools or technical schools. Seeing me get up, the two girls asked in unison, "Where are you going?" "

To the toilet." It seems I have to use the "urination escape" technique to get rid of their entanglement; otherwise, not only will I be unable to leave the school, but just deciding who to go out with at noon will be a nightmare. Chapter 002 Three-Year Amnesty (Part 2) Arriving at the office, I didn't even say "Report!" before pushing the door open. Everyone was almost gone; there was no need to act like a good boy anymore. Besides, my relationship with my homeroom teacher is now quite special; I've even recognized her as my "adopted older sister." If any of my accomplices get into trouble, they all ask me
to plead for them. They still can't believe that someone who used to be scolded mercilessly, made to stand countless times in seventh and eighth grade, and wrote dozens of self-criticisms, suddenly became the homeroom teacher's darling in ninth grade, treating me so well—in their words, even
a wife wouldn't treat her husband this well. Damn, is that even a proper description? Does that make me look like an older woman with a younger man? And how am I supposed to find a girlfriend in the future? There was only the homeroom teacher in the office. Seeing me come in, she asked, "Xiao Xin, how did you do on the exam this time?" I smiled and said, "Not bad, maybe still sixth in the class." I leaned closer and smelled her: "Sister Ruolan, what perfume are you wearing today? It smells so good." Our homeroom teacher is a big beauty in the school, named Liu Ruolan, 28 years old this year, and she's transferring to No. 5 Middle School next semester. No. 5 Middle School is a key middle school. Although she graduated from Beijing Normal University, transferring from an ordinary middle school to a key high school requires connections. I heard
someone put in a good word for her with the Municipal Education Commission, but I don't know who did it to whom; we're not at the age to discuss national affairs yet. If it weren't for political classes, we probably wouldn't even be able to name all the national leaders. We'd be better off playing games. Liu Ruolan was in a good mood: "You little devil, how could you not know what perfume I'm wearing? Where did you run off to last night without a word?" I'd been staying at her house for the past few days of exams, enjoying her special tutoring—after all, I'm her adopted brother. I felt good about the exams this time, largely thanks to her intensive pre-exam preparation. "After being locked up by you for a week, of course I need to go home and sleep soundly after the exams
. Otherwise, if you catch me for extra tutoring, I'll be completely exhausted." Liu Ruolan blushed, smacked me on the head, and scolded, "Exhausted my foot, you little devil! You're so ungrateful, you're taking advantage of me and then complaining." "Sister Ruolan, where's my college application form?" Liu Ruolan took out a form. "Here it is, I've filled out all the applications for you." I looked at my form and asked, "Why did you fill in No. 5 Middle School?" Besides the regular high school I had planned to attend, No. 5 Middle School was also listed in the first tier. Liu Ruolan asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Don't you have confidence in yourself?" I laughed, "I know my limitations. I'm not going to get in anyway, so I might as well just apply to a regular high school. If I'm lucky, I might get into a top class or an experimental class. Even if I do apply to a key high school, it'll be No. 1 High School, which will save me 10 points." I thought to myself, "You tormented me for three years in junior high, I don't want to be in your hands again in high school." Liu Ruolan smacked me on the head, "I told you to apply, so you apply. If you're really a few points short, as long as you meet the cutoff for No. 1 High School, I'll try to find a way. Don't you want to spend another three years with your sister? I've wasted my time spoiling you." I think she wasn't just bragging; she wouldn't say that if she didn't have the ability. But now, good schools are hard to get into. People don't call education a career anymore, they call it an "education industry." If your score isn't high enough, you can
make up for it with money. I heard that to get into a decent high school, you have to pay 15,000 yuan for every point you're short, and then another 5,000 yuan for every point you're short, and there's no room for negotiation. People who want to get in have to pull strings. I've heard that schools like No. 5 Middle School charge at least 50,000 yuan to enroll, and they're very selective. If your score is too low, they won't even bother you if you try to bribe them. I can't afford such a "prestigious
school ," and I'd rather die than waste my money. Besides, if I don't have the ability, I'll be dragged down even if I get into a top school. They've already filled out the application form for me before I even estimated my score, but I don't care. Even if I get into the cutoff, I can still go to a regular high school if I can't afford the tuition. No. 5 Middle School isn't short of students like me; it's not a charity. If I can't afford the tuition, they won't accept me even if I get into the cutoff. Liu Ruolan put away the forms and asked me, "What are your plans for summer vacation? Why don't you come to my house, I'll tutor you again." I said, "No, I'm almost brainwashed from studying. This time I'm going to go out and work to earn back my high school tuition." "Haha, you want to go out and work? You've never even ridden a train, you've never left home alone since you were little. If you go out, you'll either be sold by human traffickers or sent back as a vagrant. Besides, what can you do? You just follow your second sister around handing her perfume
and lipstick, and that's all thanks to your second sister, yet you dare to brag about having worked." Ugh, so infuriating. I hate it when people say I've never been on a plane, train, or ship, as if I'm some kind of country bumpkin who's never seen the world. Besides, it's not like I've never worked before. Every holiday and weekend, I often went to work at a shopping mall with my second sister. My second sister
has a great figure and skin, and many shopping malls hire her as a model or a saleswoman. Every time my second sister introduces products, I help her hand out cosmetics to customers. The income is not bad, averaging nearly a thousand yuan a month. If my second sister weren't still in high school...
In the middle, there won't be much time, and the income will be even higher. For three years of high school, my second sister earned her own tuition. Besides, I'm not going to Shanghai to sell cosmetics; I have a "special skill." "With someone as smart as me and able to endure hardship, why would I be afraid of not finding a job? Even if I can't find a job, I can always be a gigolo and make money." "You good-for-nothing, you want to be a gigolo? I'll tell your eldest sister to castrate you with a scalpel." "Castrate me? Would you really do that?" "Pah, why wouldn't I? Are you thinking of going to Shanghai to find Zhang Ning?" "Sister, you're so smart, you have such discerning eyes." "Stop flattering me. Does your sister know? I'm telling you, your eldest sister has a new lover, and she doesn't even want me, her god-sister, anymore. She won't even come to tutor you," Huo Ruolan said sourly. "What kind of job can you do?" "Are you going to do that risky business again?" I kissed her on the cheek. "You're jealous. Besides, don't you know whether I have the capital or not?" "I know you have the capital, and a lot of it. What about my cousins? I promised them I'd come with you for a few days during summer vacation." "It's not like I'm not coming back. I'll take them out for a good few days during the National Day holiday after I go to high school." "I'll let you off this time, but what if my cousin comes looking for me?" "Let them come to Shanghai and arrest me. I'm leaving now, see you later." I leaned down and took her firm breast into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around it. Liu Ruolan trembled, blushing as she pushed me away: "Little devil, you're going to die! You're getting bolder and bolder. What if someone comes in?" "You won't even let me have a sip of milk. What if I get hungry on the way?" "Little devil, if you don't leave, I'm going to hit you." I laughed and ran out of the office, not going back to the classroom to avoid being bothered by Ding Ling and the other girl again. I went to the school gatehouse, grabbed the bag I had prepared and left there, and headed to the train station. A taxi would only cost 8 yuan. The timing was pretty good; I arrived a little early, and the train departed about half an hour after I arrived. I always like to plan ahead and be as meticulous as possible. I think my personality is quite suitable for an office job in the future. I'm patient, persistent, meticulous,
and compassionate... Okay, I'm a little ashamed, so I'll stop bragging. This really was my first time taking a train. When I was in elementary school, school field trips always involved visiting places like the zoo, forest park, and martyrs' cemetery. As I got a little older, we'd take school buses to slightly more distant scenic spots. In middle school, my only chance to ride
a train was missed because I was sick—how infuriating! It's not peak season yet, so the train isn't crowded. I'm starting to think about how to respond to my two older sisters. My eldest sister is in Shanghai for further studies and won't be home for a few days. If she's home, I won't have a chance to go out; I'll just have to sheepishly go to
Liu Ruolan's house for tutoring. Of course, I won't contact her after I get to Shanghai, otherwise she'll just grab me and take me home. My second sister is a senior in high school, taking the college entrance exam next month. She's been attending tutoring classes these days, even on weekends, and doesn't get home until very late every day. This morning, I put
my travel plans on the table. By the time she gets home, I'll already be in Shanghai; what can she do to me then? Besides, they both know about Zhang Ning's situation, so they have nothing to worry about. But I think when I get home, I'll definitely get a scolding, maybe even a beating. Now, my pardon (or perhaps more accurately, parole) has officially begun, lasting two and a half months, before I'm back in prison for three years on September 1st.

Chapter 003: The Train's Acceleration After the train sped up, the journey to Shanghai took just over five hours. By 4 PM, I was already standing in the plaza of Shanghai Railway Station. After exiting the station, I called Zhang Ning, wanting to give her a surprise. Although I had already told Zhang Ning that I would come to Shanghai to work during my vacation, we hadn't set a specific date. These past few days, I'd been busy with my high school entrance exams and hadn't contacted her. I wasn't in such a hurry to come to Shanghai anyway;
I wanted to wait until the results were out and the admissions were confirmed, which would be after June 24th at the earliest. Besides, opportunities don't come twice, and by then, I might not have another chance to get out. I only knew Zhang Ning's mobile phone number and QQ number. I rarely called her mobile phone; she usually contacted me through QQ. She wanted to give me a mobile phone, but I refused. Mobile phones are now commonplace among students; several classmates have them, but I'm
still a poor student, so I don't need to be too extravagant. Besides, with a cell phone, my classmates and girls would text me every day, driving me crazy. The call went through, and Zhang Ning seemed quite surprised to answer: "Xiao Xin, it's you! What are you doing in Shanghai? Finished your exams?" "I missed you, so I came to see you as soon as the exams were over. Are you happy to see me?" "Really? Weren't you with Liu Ruolan these past few days? You still thought of me?" "How could I? I was only focused on the exams these past few days, I didn't have time. You didn't want me to miss high school, did you?" "You finished the exams the day before yesterday, why didn't you call me?" Ugh, it's only been a day or two late, it shouldn't be like this. "Sister Ning, where are you now? I came here to work for you, you're not going to abandon me without calling, are you?" "If you don't call soon, I really might not want you anymore. You didn't even call first. I'm in Hong Kong right now, I won't be back for a few days. Do you have any money on you? Find a hotel for a couple of days, then go to work on Monday." "Really? I came here specifically to rely on you, you're not going to leave me homeless, are you?" "Stop complaining. It's your own fault for not telling me beforehand. Today is Saturday, there aren't many people at the company. Just relax for a couple of days, go to the company on Monday, I'll call and tell them to arrange work." Since that's how it is, there's nothing else I can do. "Then you'll have to add the accommodation fee for these two days to my salary, otherwise I'll lose a lot of money. Hotels cost several hundred yuan a day, and I'm just a laborer, I can't afford that." "You little devil, you're quite shrewd. When have I ever mistreated you?" "Then what will I do?" "What else can you do? Just stay by my side and be my secretary." "Then I'll become your mistress, won't I? Will I have to work 24 hours a day? Then I'll have to get paid three times a day." "You are my secretary, after all." She then told me the company's name and address, and asked me to go to her personal assistant, Fang Xiaoyi, on Monday. She would arrange my work. I had planned this job for many days, but I hadn't expected that when I arrived in Shanghai, Zhang Ning wouldn't be there. Luckily, I was careful and
had a thousand yuan on me, and two thousand yuan in my bank account, so I wouldn't really be homeless. This time, I only brought a small bag with me, containing a few clothes and books. I took out the map my older sister had brought back from her last trip to Shanghai.
Zhang Ning's company was near Huaihai Road, not far from the subway station. It was still early, so I decided to scout out the area first. The company wasn't hard to find. I took the subway to Huaihai Road, walked a couple hundred meters, and there it was—a very impressive 30-40 story high-end office building. I stood in front of the floor plan, which clearly indicated that only "Nine Stars" occupied floors 16 to 18. They
were really rolling in money! These were all large companies; I noticed other companies usually only occupied one or two floors, but Nine Stars had taken up three! Located on Huaihai Road, in Shanghai's bustling city center,
the property prices were definitely not low. I'd heard that in prime locations in downtown Shanghai, each square meter cost over ten thousand yuan. The floors here were huge, each about a thousand square meters, so three floors would be thirty million yuan. Looking at the layout of the three floors, the 18th floor houses the general manager's office
and finance department, the 17th floor the investment department, and the 16th floor the foreign trade and information technology departments. It looks like an investment company. I wonder what position Zhang Ning holds in the company. She can arrange for me to work with just a phone call, drives a BMW, and has a personal
assistant . She must be at least a senior manager. I've known Zhang Ning for a year, but I still don't know her
exact identity. However, she must be very wealthy, not just ordinary wealthy. She was hospitalized after a car accident. My older sister is a head nurse, and I often accompanied her to the hospital, which is how I met her. Moreover, she didn't have any scars on her face or body thanks to my special treatment. She stayed in a VIP ward, a private room, furnished like a hotel suite, complete with a TV, computer, desk, and sofa. If it weren't for the medical equipment
inside , it could really be considered a presidential suite, and the price per night wasn't much cheaper than a hotel. I heard these were VIP rooms reserved for high-ranking officials; even wealthy people might not be allowed to stay there. My older sister was already the head nurse of the VIP ward at the time, but she didn't know...
Who is she? How can a 23-year-old girl be admitted to such a ward? Larger hospitals nowadays have VIP wards, and it's not necessary to be sick to stay there. Many high-ranking officials or wealthy people come here to recuperate and maintain their health even when they're not sick.
Since my older sister became the head nurse of the VIP ward, the usually sparsely populated ward has become lively. Some executives and the like come to stay for a few days, hoping to get close to her and curry favor. My sister is both annoyed and amused, deliberately asking the doctors to prescribe them
some expensive medications, since they have plenty of money. The hospital director even jokingly told my sister that she alone had increased the hospital's revenue by over ten thousand yuan, and that she should be given a bonus and recognized as an outstanding employee at the end of the year. Zhang Ning only had minor superficial injuries; anyone else would have been discharged long ago. She had three or four stitches on her face and legs for cuts, as well as some abrasions. She looked a little scared, but they were all minor injuries. But to avoid leaving a single scar, she insisted on
staying in the hospital and using only the best medications. In the end, it was thanks to my "secret weapon" that she not only didn't have a single scar, but even her old small blemishes disappeared, leaving her skin fair and smooth. She was overjoyed, of course, and recognized me as her godbrother.
Whenever she had the chance, she'd ask me to play with her and give her even more beauty treatments. At the time, she was driving a Lexus, worth several hundred thousand yuan. She was rear-ended by a truck. Since the other party was fully at fault, their insurance company covered the repair and medical expenses. The car itself was only hit from behind and didn't have any major damage—just a
dent in the trunk—but she refused to accept it, had the insurance company transfer it, and bought a new car. When she was discharged from the hospital, she was driving a BMW. She was only 23 years old then; it was absolutely impossible for her to afford such an expensive imported car on her salary. Even an average boss
would have to carefully consider their finances before buying an imported car. She, of course, spent her family's money, and spent it as if we were buying a bicycle. The Jiangnan region is teeming with wealthy people; a millionaire is nothing to brag about, and tens or even hundreds of millions are not uncommon, though they tend to be low-key and not attract much
attention. However, it's rare to see someone like her changing cars as frequently as changing clothes; she must be a "princess" level figure. I've found a company, but today is Saturday, and most companies are closed. Next, I need to find a place to stay. I can't afford a luxury hotel, so I'll just find a regular star-rated hotel, close to the company. Huaihai Road is a bustling commercial area, so the hotels
here won't be too bad. Anyway, I'll ask Zhang Ning to reimburse me, so I shouldn't skimp on myself. I found a nearby hotel and booked a standard room for 298 yuan, but there's a discount, so it's 228 yuan now. I needed my ID card to register, and luckily, I used the one Ding Ling had prepared for me
. After entering the room, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then washed them. It's the first time in my life I've ever washed my own clothes. The hotel room even had a computer, so I decided to surf the internet for a bit. The internet fee was already included in the room rate, so I figured I might as well use it. First, I checked what kind of company "Jiuxing Company" was. A quick search brought up the "Jiuxing Group" website. Surprisingly, the chairman and vice-general manager was Zhang Ning, and the general manager and vice-chairman was Xu Qing. The company's
main was investment, including securities, futures, real estate and other industrial investments, and venture capital. They also engaged in import/export trade, software development, and had several manufacturing subsidiaries. I thought that since she was a "princess," she would be
a senior manager in her father's company or some other family business. But it seems she's gone all the way, becoming the CEO herself. She and Xu Qing each held key positions, indicating it was a joint venture, with Zhang Ning holding the majority share and serving as chairman. I opened QQ, and it was constantly buzzing with activity. I divided my friends into three categories, each forming a group: one group consists of classmates from school, another group consists of online friends, and the third group consists of my "savage girlfriends." Looking at what my "savage girlfriends" have posted, Ding Ling and
Lin Shiyi are both cursing me for running away without a word, warning me they'll give me a good scolding when I get back. They're still online, thankfully I'm online in stealth mode, otherwise they'd be giving me another dressing down. My second sister hasn't made a move yet; looks like she hasn't seen my note home. My classmates and
online friends are just asking how my exams went, how I'm spending my summer vacation, nothing fun, so I logged off. I'm a little hungry, time to go eat. Besides, it's my first time traveling, and to a bustling metropolis, so of course I need to go out and see the world.

Chapter 004 Shanghai Night (Part 1) When I came out, the city lights were already on. I didn't know where to go for fun, so I took the subway from People's Square and sat there for a while. It's currently the "plum rain" season, and after several days of continuous rain, today is a rare sunny day without rain, so
there are more people out and about in the evening. Sitting alone in the square is actually quite boring; it's just a lot of people and noise. Some elderly men and women are dancing ballroom dances, while couples sit embracing, occasionally making intimate gestures, which passersby seem to ignore. Everyone
has youthful phase, and besides, although Shanghai is big, there aren't many places for romance. After sitting for a while, I went to get something to eat and then strolled along Nanjing Road. Shanghai doesn't really have many interesting places to visit; the only famous ones are Nanjing Road and the Bund. Nanjing Road is now a pedestrian street, and all I see are people and shopping malls—nothing much to see
. I really don't understand why these women love shopping so much; aren't they tired? If I had come out with Ding Ling or Lin Shiyi today, I wouldn't have stopped until I was completely exhausted. Luckily, I've been shopping with them and my sister a lot lately, so my legs haven't gotten too
numb . From People's Square to Nanjing Road, and then along Nanjing Road to the Bund, that's quite a distance, probably ten miles. I sat on the Bund for a while; the scenery there was mostly lights and people. Across the river was the tall TV tower. I had originally planned to go across the river to see it, but I was too tired, so I gave up. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. There are so many foreigners in Shanghai, especially Black people. I haven't seen many back home, but in just half an hour, I've seen four groups of seven people. Some of them were practically invisible without the lights, darker than the night itself. Looking at the time, it was almost past nine o'clock, so I started walking back. I didn't take Nanjing Road back; it was too crowded there. I didn't even know which road to take, but as long as it was heading west, I just needed to be able to take a taxi when I got tired. It's rush hour now, and
taxis a map with me, so I didn't know which bus to take, and besides, it was crowded. I decided to just walk for now. After all, Huaihai Road is so famous; I wasn't worried about not being able to get back. This road was relatively quiet, with few large trees lining the streets, dimming even the streetlights and creating a peaceful oasis amidst the hustle and bustle. Bars and cafes, as well as dance halls, hair salons, and foot massage parlors appeared intermittently on both sides of the road, each with many cars parked in front, all seemingly doing brisk business. Men and women, alone or in groups, frequently went in, and couples would
emerge and drive away, making it resemble a red-light district. Society is more open now, and all sorts of things have come in. Things like gangsters and red-light districts, previously only seen in Hong Kong, Taiwanese, and foreign films, have appeared, though underground, of course
. China is still a socialist country, and its people are relatively conservative about sex; there aren't the overtly blatant brothels and casinos found in other countries. Shanghai, as an international metropolis, is no exception; it seems to have several well-known red-light districts. Perhaps due to concerns about impacting the "investment environment," catering to the special needs of foreign investors, or even involving organized crime or other reasons, the government doesn't usually intervene
. They only crack down on it during holidays, after which it returns to normal. Everyone's used to it, understanding the situation and each getting what they want. Although it's called a red-light district, it's not publicly known. Aside from those with ulterior motives, it's difficult for the average person to know the exact address, especially some high-end establishments that operate on a membership system, making them even less known to outsiders. It's like those "hair salon
streets" in some places—everyone expects them to be a mixed bag, but getting you to immediately identify which establishments are actually engaged in prostitution isn't easy. You have to go in first and then probe. Of course, there are exceptions; some are more obvious, like someone wearing only a vest and shorts in the cold weather, but that makes you wonder if you might be infected.
I'd heard about things like "honey traps." Generally speaking, red-light districts offer only a few types of services. The most common is men seeking women, then women seeking men, and then men seeking men and women seeking women—each with its own territory. These are ancient industries, but
in China, only brothels where men sought women were widely known in the past, while the latter three were very secretive, only slowly surfacing and becoming known in recent years. A thought struck me, and I stopped to observe. I'd been idle these past two days anyway, so why not come here and work a little, earn some extra money? I'm here to work, not to seek pleasure, so of course I won't be looking for women. I'm surrounded by beautiful women, and I've slept with several already; there's no need to come here to spend money on women, and I might even get a disease. I thought becoming a midnight gigolo wouldn't be bad—
I could play with beautiful women and earn money at the same time; it's a win-win situation. At home, I could only dream about it, but never had the chance. First, my sister kept a close eye on me; second, without an introduction, I couldn't get into the industry. Besides, in the saying "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," what if I ran into an acquaintance
? I'd lose all face. Also, I just turned 16; I'm probably too young for this line of work. While there are older women who enjoy "older men dating younger women," wouldn't I be setting myself up for something
less? I dream of meeting a young, beautiful, and wealthy woman. This time, I'm in Shanghai alone, with no one to stop me, so doing it for once seems exciting—I'll treat it as a "life experience." These days, you see ads everywhere on the street like "Seeking male and female escorts, monthly salary over 20,000 yuan." Don't believe these things! Newspapers often report cases of unscrupulous men being scammed, losing "registration fees" and "medical examination fees" before disappearing
, or even being secretly filmed and blackmailed during their "internships." Of course, I wouldn't go for that, but I imagine the income in this line of work must be pretty good; if you satisfy the woman, the tips won't be small either. The social status of male prostitutes is very low, even lower than their female counterparts in the sex trade. The term "male prostitute" originated from Hong Kong and Taiwan; in mainland China, they're generally called "ducks," corresponding to the female "chicken." In written form, they're called "male prostitutes." If they're kept by a wealthy woman, they're called "male favorites"—it's an ancient profession. However,
I still prefer the more elegant terms "male prostitute" or "male favorite." "Male prostitute" sounds too direct and hurts one's self-esteem, and "duck" isn't much better. Also, some male prostitutes nowadays cater specifically to men seeking homosexual relationships, selling their anus; I
don't want to be associated with those kinds of people. "Male prostitute" conventionally refers specifically to male prostitutes who are for women's pleasure, while "male favorite" is even more elegant. Generally speaking, male prostitutes offer short-term services, while male favorites usually represent long-term business relationships. Traditionally, Chinese society holds a strong patriarchal view, where men are seen as naturally entitled to have sex with women, while being manipulated by women is considered a profound disgrace. Male prostitutes primarily cater to wealthy housewives who are often left alone, their husbands having taken
mistresses after gaining wealth, leaving them past their prime and seeking sexual gratification, sometimes as a form of revenge. Others are women whose husbands are frequently away, occasionally seeking pleasure outside the home. Still others are women whose husbands are sexually incompetent and unable to satisfy
their wives' needs, leaving them with no choice but to seek male prostitutes. A smaller segment consists of single women who lack the time or interest in romantic relationships, or women who have been hurt by men and seek release through male prostitutes, like prostitutes, to regain some balance and ego.
It's easy to imagine that these women are generally not very attractive; they are either older or have changed bodies. Truly young and beautiful women have no shortage of suitors and have no reason to seek out male prostitutes—it would be too embarrassing for them to be seen. If a beautiful woman comes to a male prostitute,
she's likely driven by a degree of revenge, and can be even more ruthless towards men than men are towards women. Therefore, to pursue this profession, you must be mentally prepared. First, you need to correct your aesthetic sense (blind men are ideal candidates for this profession, but unfortunately, women don't like them). Second, strengthen your patience and resilience (never feel
disgusted , and ignore body odor). Third, you need ample physical strength (this is undeniable). Don't have too many fantasies; beautiful women won't be yours. If a beautiful woman does come, it's best to stay far away. Beautiful women who seek male prostitutes, aside from a few seeking pleasure and excitement
, are often psychologically disturbed. If you can't handle sadomasochistic games (SM), it's best to run away for your safety. After observation, I've initially selected one. The clientele at this bar was a bit different from the others. Most of the customers were single women, but couples frequently emerged. The men in these "couples" were all young and handsome, while the women
included many middle-aged women, some of whom were overweight and unattractive—clearly not normal. It seemed this place was likely a "gigolo establishment." I observed for a while longer and noticed that many of the women were young and beautiful, some even driving cars—a true "beauty and luxury car" spectacle. They appeared to be single white-collar professionals, or mistresses kept by wealthy men, seeking solace when their husbands weren't around
. With improved living standards, the saying "when you're well-fed and clothed, you think of sex" applies to both men and women, though societal pressures prevent them from being as open about it. I felt a strong urge; since I had nothing else to do for the next couple of days, I figured I might as well try my hand at being a "gigolo." I have the qualifications for this line of work; I possess "professional qualifications." If I were to apply for a professional title based solely on "work ability," I could at least qualify for an intermediate level
. However, my work experience is still quite limited. In the past six months, I've been with several women, but none of them were initiated by me; they were all introduced to me by Liu Ruolan. Since my relationship with Liu Ruolan last year, she has treated me like her own possession,
forbidding me from seeing other women without her consent. My other three clients all came through her connections. Strictly speaking, I can't be considered a gigolo; at most, I'm a "male concubine." These women treat me like a younger brother, chatting and laughing with me like siblings. But after
we're in bed , the "little brother's" work still needs to be done. These past few days, due to exams, I haven't been with any women for several days, and my "little brother" is getting a bit engorged and needs some release. Today, I'm going to officially try being a gigolo—it'll relieve my pent-up desire and earn me money
at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

Chapter 005 Shanghai Night (Part 2) I pushed open the door, found a quiet corner to sit down, and ordered a glass of red wine. The waiter glanced at me a few times but didn't say anything. Although I was only 16, I hadn't seen any laws explicitly prohibiting minors from entering bars. It wasn't an internet cafe; nowadays, you had to register with
your ID card , though it seemed like very few places did. Besides, anyone between 16 and 18 years old who relied on their own labor income as their main source of livelihood was considered a completely natural person under the law. The bar's lighting was dim, perfect for couples to meet in secret. I looked around; not far away, several couples sat facing each other, chatting and laughing, and there was nothing unusual about them from their appearance. After all, this was a publicly operated bar, and it didn't explicitly state that it was a "host
club," so unsuspecting tourists would come in to rest. The ground floor was used as a cover; everything was operating normally. The real "host club" was upstairs. Beside the stairs was an elegant wooden sign that read "Successful Ladies' Club,"
with smaller print below: "This club operates on a membership basis and is open only to members and successful women. Single men are not permitted entry." Just now, a couple wanted to go upstairs, thinking it would be quieter, but were politely refused entry by security. Two girls also went upstairs, but because they were women...
I assumed it was a customer who hadn't stopped me, but soon two girls came running down, blushing and laughing. They sat at the table next to me. One of them laughed and said, "You didn't even look before going upstairs like that! Now you're making a fool of yourself." "And you're one to talk! That guy asked if you wanted services, and you said of course!" "Me? How was I supposed to know it was that kind of place? Of course I want services when I go to a bar, who knew it would be that kind of service?" "So, do you want those kinds of services?" "You're the one who wants to die! Is your boyfriend away on a business trip, so you brought me here to have some fun? Are you still here? Are you trying to take someone home?" "Pah! You're the one looking for fun. I wanted to see what kind of women come here?" There were quite a few women looking for pleasure here, but to the surprise of the two girls and me, there were quite a few young and beautiful ones. They weren't the bloated, rich women we had imagined. The two girls were astonished that such well-off women would come to male prostitutes.
They talked and laughed, and when they noticed me glancing at them, they blushed, glanced at me, and left with a laugh. They didn't mistake me for a male prostitute, but their earlier comments made me feel embarrassed. Just then, a woman stood up from another corner of the bar and gracefully walked towards me. She asked if I could have a drink with her, and I seemed indifferent. I assumed she was a prostitute. Although the upstairs area was for women to have sex with men, that didn't mean the women downstairs
couldn't be with men. I noticed she was very fashionable: a long black silk dress, a black scarf, black high-heeled sandals, thick black hair piled on her head, a delicate face with light makeup, a straight nose, bright eyes, and a pair of full
breasts that created a deep cleavage beneath her clothes. She exuded an elegant, intellectual beauty that made one hesitant to look directly at her… In short, she had a very noble air. I thought, times have changed, even prostitutes have changed. Of course, Shanghai is no ordinary place; the best prostitutes in the country should be concentrated here. I didn't have a cigarette, so she took one out herself, casually picked up the lighter on the table, lit it, and elegantly inhaled a puff between her long, slender middle and index fingers, slowly exhaling. The swirling smoke blurred her face. I saw her delicate fingers gleaming alluringly in the dim light of the bar
, and I knew she was wearing nail polish. Then I guessed her toenails might also be painted. Such small adornments added a touch of sensuality to her elegance. Sitting opposite her, I started to let my mind wander. I wondered what her reaction would be if I kissed her
nails and toenails. As I thought this, my eyes must have become somewhat hazy, and my face flushed slightly from the rush of blood. The smoke gathered and dispersed in front of her face, and she drooped her eyelids, occasionally glancing at me
. That nonchalant look made my heart beat even faster. Damn it, I originally wanted to be a gigolo, but instead of a gigolo, a prostitute came knocking on my door. But seeing her so haughty demeanor, I was somewhat tempted. I'd had my fill of women these past few years;
a chance to play with a prostitute wouldn't be bad. I waited for her to speak. I thought a prostitute not only needed to be sexy, but also had enough wit to amuse people. Besides, this was my first time not only as a male prostitute, but also my first time encountering one; I didn't know what to say. But she remained silent, showing no
sign . I wondered if she wasn't doing so well lately. Even a "virgin" like me wanted to sleep with her? She glanced at me, "How old are you? Why aren't you studying at home, instead of coming here to drink?" Damn, it would have been better if she hadn't asked. Was she worried I was too young for my little brother to get hard? "What does age matter, as long as my little brother is big," I replied. She looked at me in surprise, not expecting me to be so lewd right off the bat. She chuckled softly, "Looks like you're quite confident in your little brother. How many girls have you taken advantage of?" She took a sip of red wine. "You're not from Shanghai, are you? School hasn't let out for break yet, what brings you to Shanghai?" "I'm in my final year of junior high, just finished the high school entrance exam. I came to Shanghai for a few days to relax and do some odd jobs." Another woman went upstairs, a middle-aged, overweight woman adorned with jewels, her face bigger than my butt. Damn, I wonder which guy's going to be unlucky enough to get on her good side. If she pins him down, he'll either die or break a few ribs. "Do you know where this is? Looking at people like that will make them misunderstand. This isn't a place for you to work." "Isn't this just a trading post for men and women? Do you think I'm too young to know these things? Besides, with my skills, if I worked here, I'd be invincible." "I didn't realize you were so young, yet you've got so many tricks up your sleeve. Have you been watching too many porn movies and reading too many erotic novels? How many women have you even seen before you dare to boast like this? In less than three days, you'll be dead, a dried-up corpse." "I'm a genius, incredibly brave." "Really? A genius in academics or something else?" So, she's starting to seduce me. "I'm an all-around genius, want to try?" As she spoke, a young woman left with a male prostitute. This woman was quite attractive, with a good figure, but still couldn't compare to the one across from her. Damn it, why isn't anyone coming to me? I'm waiting to open for business. It's all this prostitute's fault for ruining my business
. If people see the two of us sitting opposite each other, who's going to come over? The prostitute across from me seemed a little annoyed that I was staring at other women. "Think carefully, I'm a very strict examiner. Talk is cheap, you have to prove it." Are Shanghai prostitutes so arrogant that they test a client's bedroom skills? You charge by the session, wouldn't a shorter session be better? You could get another client. "Are you charging by time or by the number of sessions? I can go all night long." "You're serious? Are you sure you can handle it?" She underestimated me just because I'm only 16. She'll show me what I'm capable of later, then she'll be begging for mercy. "Looks like you won't believe me unless I show you. So, how much for a night?" "Dollar or RMB?" "I don't have dollars. You can't ask for an exorbitant price. I'm still a student, you need to give me a discount." "You're paying?" She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "What, you don't have to pay for prostitutes in Shanghai?" I feigned surprise too. Damn, do you think I can't afford it? However, I didn't know the market price. Someone as elegant as her must be expensive; I wondered if my pockets could afford it. "Hehehe, you, you're really funny," she said, suppressing a laugh. "Let's go then." I said, "Okay." We went out together, and unexpectedly, she drove up in a BMW. Seeing my surprised look, she laughed, "What, never seen a woman drive before?" Damn, this wasn't an ordinary prostitute; she was a high-class one. I'd heard that some prostitutes in Shanghai specialize in import business, receiving foreign exchange, living in villas, driving luxury cars, and earning much more than white-collar workers. Was this prostitute bored today and wanted
to try something different, like eating my little chicken? I started to feel a little scared. These high-class prostitutes usually deal with imported goods; what if she caught some kind of disease and then exported it back to the domestic market? Seeing my hesitation, she laughed, "What, worried about not having enough money? Don't worry, I like you, I won't let you go bankrupt." Damn it, is she looking down on me? I got into the car and said, "I'm telling you, you can't ask for an exorbitant price." The car drove through the dimly lit streets. She drove, occasionally brushing the hair that fell in front of her face. Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a while, I asked, "Where are we going?" She glanced at me and asked, "Where do you want to go?" I hesitated, saying, "I...I don't know..." Because this was my first time hiring a prostitute. She smiled and said, "Then I'll arrange it. Don't worry, I won't sell you." I said, "Okay." Shanghai is really big; it took almost an hour to get to her place. We encountered countless red lights, and the car was stuck in traffic the whole way. In the end, I lost all sense of direction, only knowing that we were heading west into the city. Although it took almost an hour, we
hadn't gone very far, still in the city center; it was all wasted in traffic. It seems she must have made a lot of money over the years. Her apartment is a high-rise in the city center, four bedrooms, two living rooms, over 100 square meters—that's over a million yuan a unit. The property management fees alone must be a considerable sum.
Who would have thought that being a prostitute could lead to this level of success? It's truly a promising profession.

Chapter 006 Midnight Cowboy She led me into the apartment, a four-bedroom, two-living-room house, the living room alone over fifty square meters. She kicked off her sandals, walked barefoot to the sofa, sat down, and rubbed her feet, sighing, "These shoes are a menace, my feet are killing me." I changed into slippers, looked around, and sat down beside her: "What do you do for a living?" From the moment I got in the car, I felt something was off. Aside from her beauty (most prostitutes are beautiful), her noble air was something an ordinary white-collar worker couldn't possess. She drove a BMW and lived in a luxury apartment. She looked to be only twenty-six or twenty-seven;
to that much money as a prostitute, she'd have to work 24/7. Entering the room, the furnishings were luxurious yet elegant. I thought she was probably a kept woman, a "mistress." Her "husband" was away most of the time, leaving her the house and car for her to enjoy,
only returning for a few days at a time, like a caged canary. Bored every day, she sought ways to relieve her boredom, and today she came to me. I had preconceived notions, assuming that women who wanted to have sex with men went to the "club" in that area. I never considered that some women didn't want to find professional male escorts,
but preferred to find men on their own to relieve their boredom, feeling that it was cleaner and safer that way. "Don't you know what I do? Otherwise, why would you be here?" "Alright, stop playing games with me. I misjudged you, thinking you were..." "Then what kind of person do you think I am?" "I think, maybe you're a woman who hasn't been married long, your husband is away, leaving you alone in an empty house, the nights are long, and you want to talk to someone; or maybe your marriage isn't very happy, you and your husband have personality clashes, you just had a fight, and you want to confide in
someone ; maybe your husband's health isn't good, leaving you sexually unsatisfied, and you want to experience the most wonderful thing in the world; maybe you're a successful career woman, but emotionally empty, men are either
scared away by your talent or try to please you for your money, and you're tired of that, wanting to find someone who truly cares for you; maybe... In short, you're a woman who needs a man's company." "You've got a whole set of theories, so what kind of person are you?" she asked, smiling at me. "Well, maybe I'm a boy who lacked maternal love growing up and longs to find a woman to experience the warmth of maternal love; maybe I'm a poor boy struggling to make ends meet and looking for a shortcut to wealth; maybe I'm a recent graduate with no skills, struggling to find suitable work in
the bustling city, so I've turned to the entertainment industry, selling my young body as my only means of survival; maybe I'm a lecherous man who wants to play with women but doesn't want to spend money. In short, I'm a man who needs a woman's company." "Then there's the two of us, one needs company, and the other..." "Isn't this perfect for someone who needs company?" She looked at me with a smile. "I didn't expect you to be so good at talking. Did you use this trick to fool girls in school?" "Being eloquent and making women happy is our duty." "Alright, stop bragging. How old are you? You're already thinking about doing this. I bet you've never even held a girl's hand." "You underestimate me. I've probably been with more women than you've been with men." "You're that good? Then dare you take off your clothes and let me inspect you?" Fine, I'll take them off. What's the big deal? I didn't have many clothes on anyway. I took off my shirt, then my pants and socks, leaving only my shorts. Although I'm a bit short, I'm quite muscular, and my skin is white and smooth,
much better . She smiled and stroked my body: "Your skin is so nice, cool, smooth, and delicate, even better than ours." She leaned down and smelled me: "What perfume are you wearing? It smells wonderful." It was my natural body scent, faint, only noticeable up close. My older sisters would gradually feel hot all over and their hearts would flutter if they smelled it for too long. My body scent had actually become an aphrodisiac perfume, which made my sisters afraid to get too close to me and even warned me
not to get too close to other women, including my female classmates. She glanced at my crotch, noticing my penis was still limp and curled up. She chuckled sweetly, "Good skin alone isn't enough; you need real skill too." As she spoke, she lightly ran her fingers across my crotch. "Your little brother isn't even fully grown yet, and you're already expecting him to do the work? That's too uncaring of him." I blushed and grabbed her hand as she tried to slip it into my underwear. "He's just shy. He'll warm up to you in a bit and then come out to greet you." "What if he's still shy and won't come out?" "You don't know we have two treasures in this line of work. Even without him, I can still satisfy you." "Really?" she said sweetly, reclining on the sofa, her eyes half-closed as she looked at me. I lifted her feet onto my lap. "Let me give you a massage to help you relax." She smiled gently and let me massage her, though her face was slightly flushed. My massage technique was quite good; everyone I massaged praised it, even more professional than those massage girls. This is the result of years of hard work. My older sister went to a nursing school and
became a nurse after graduation. At first, she had backaches and sore waists every day, and I was the one who massaged her to relieve her fatigue. Later, I also read my sister's medical books and learned some traditional Chinese medicine meridians, which made my skills even better. I gently asked, "Are you more relaxed now?" She lay on the sofa, her eyes closed, enjoying herself immensely. She placed one leg on my thigh for me to massage, while slowly raising the other to my shoulder, her delicate toes playing with my face, and finally, she even put her toes in my mouth. I cursed inwardly, "Damn woman, I was really fooled by you at first. I thought you were a prostitute, but it turns out you're a gigolo. Judging from your posture, I wonder how many men you've slept with. Don't you even know to take a shower first? Are you burning with desire and can't wait?" My hands didn't stop, and my mouth couldn't stay still either, so I had to diligently suck and lick her delicate toes. They had a slightly salty taste and a warm fragrance, which was quite pleasant. She seemed to really enjoy the game of licking her jade toes. Her toes swirled in my mouth, and I accidentally got my
tongue caught between them, letting out a cry of pain as I tilted my head back to escape. She giggled softly, rolled up her long skirt, and hooked her foot, pressing my head between her legs, my mouth now pressed against her vulva. Her vulva was already overflowing with fluids; her black lace panties were soaked through, leaving my face and mouth covered in her juices. Now, I had no choice but to go along with it and become a gigolo. I pulled down her panties, revealing a stunningly beautiful vulva. Her
labia majora were a vibrant pink, slightly parted, with a small bud peeking out from the intersection of the labia. It seemed she hadn't had much sex yet. I'd heard that a woman's labia, like a man's penis, darken with repeated sexual intercourse due to pigment deposition
. In pornographic films and online pictures, some women's labia are a deep purplish-red, clearly a sign of excessive sexual activity. Her dark, curly pubic hair was clearly carefully trimmed, forming an inverted triangle. I gently licked her labia from bottom to top
several times, then took the clitoris into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Her long legs stiffened, her soft buttocks tightened inwards, and her lower body pressed slightly against my face, as if chasing my tongue, letting out a soft moan. I inserted my tongue into her vagina, parting her labia, licking and licking, as if
savoring the most delicious food in the world. Her vagina seemed alive, constantly clenching the intruding object. My tongue was trapped at the vaginal opening, and my nose was pressed against the clitoris; I could barely breathe and had to pause. Just then, she suddenly said in a soft voice, "No...don't stop...harder
..." I looked up at her; two blushes graced her pretty face, and her alluring eyes seemed somewhat excited, sending her flirtatious glances. Her tender red tongue darted out, licking her red lips, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the sofa, wetting a patch. Even a saint couldn't resist such a sight. I suddenly took her closed labia into my mouth, forcefully squeezing my tongue into the tender red crevice, licking and swallowing the beauty's sweet love juice. At first, she kept calling out "harder," but she was immediately aroused
again , letting out soft moans from her tightly clenched lips. Just as I was sucking with slurping sounds, her ten slender toes suddenly curled forward sharply, then spread out dramatically backward. The hand that had been pressing down on my head changed to lifting
upward , and her neck arched back desperately. "Ah...I...I'm coming..." Before she could finish speaking, a stream of sweet vaginal fluid shot into my mouth, which I was greedily sucking. I felt a surge of heat rush to my lower abdomen, and my previously still penis suddenly became erect. One of her jade-like feet was now probing between my legs, sensing my change...
One leg was wrapped tightly around the back of my neck, as if trying to force my head into her body. I couldn't take it anymore. One hand reached between my legs, pulled out my erect penis, and tried to push it out from between her legs. Just as I was about to make my next move, she preemptively kicked me backward, knocking me to the ground. Because it was carpet, it didn't hurt. Before I
could react , she was already sitting on my face, yelling, "Open your mouth! Kiss me." I thought she was going to do it again, so I opened my mouth and took her private parts into my mouth. Just as I was about to lick them again, a gush of fluid rushed into my mouth—she was urinating in my mouth! How perverted! Helpless, I could only swallow it in large gulps, almost choking. Luckily, she didn't urinate much
; it was over after five or six gulps, but the feeling was unbearable. It seems that being a gigolo really requires being careful of beautiful women; she's a complete pervert. She sat on my face, her honey pot contracting and injecting love juice into my mouth. It took her a while to finally relax, sit back on the sofa, and kick my face with her jade-like foot: "Okay, don't be angry anymore, go wash your face first." Damn it, of course I had to wash! I rushed into the bathroom, rinsed my mouth, then vigorously washed my face, and then jumped into the bathtub for a shower, trying to wash away today's bad luck. I never expected to encounter such a sadist on my first time as a gigolo. What bad luck
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Damn it, I'll never be a gigolo again. Chapter 007 Passionate Game (Part 1) Halfway through my shower, she walked in. I was startled, but she laughed: "I haven't been this happy in a long time. I didn't expect you to be such a genius gigolo." She glanced at my droopy little brother, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing: "You, your little brother is really cute." I covered my genitals, my face flushed. I don't know what happened, but ever since I had sex with my sister when I was fourteen, my genitals seem to be a little different from others. My penis and testicles are the same white color as my skin, unlike the black ones I've seen in porn and pictures. Because of this, I'm
afraid to go swimming with my classmates. My older sister has read many medical books, but she still can't figure out what's wrong. She's too afraid to go to the hospital, otherwise, she'll become a lab rat instead of getting better. Another thing that bothers me is that my penis often can't
get erect . It only gets hard after drinking a woman's vaginal fluid, like a man with severe erectile dysfunction who needs a special aphrodisiac to get an erection. Could it be that I used it too early and became precocious? I hope there won't be any aftereffects. She touched my genitals with her hand, but there was no movement. She laughed and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Weren't you full of energy just now?" Damn it, it's because you made me angry just now. I was both ashamed and angry, so I buried my head between her legs and started sucking hard. Her genitals were covered in mud, and when I licked them, her love juices began to gush out again. I had stopped halfway, but some residual effect remained, and soon my penis
was . She couldn't help but laugh. She couldn't believe there was such a strange thing. She held my penis, which was only of average size, no more than 15 centimeters long and not thick enough to fit in one's hand. Compared to the terrifying sizes of 20 or 30 centimeters in the
erotic novels online, it was nothing. She laughed and said, "It's quite small and exquisite. I wonder how it is to use?" I cursed inwardly, "You bitch, you dare to look down on me. You'll get what's coming to you." With my penis in her hand, I had no choice but to quickly wash up, dry myself, and follow her out. This time, we went to her room and onto her large bed. My penis was being led around like a cow being led by a horse. She had become the "cowherd," and I was helpless to stop her from taking control of my
genitals. She straddled me and played with my penis. My penis was erect, the head tightly covered by the foreskin. She tried to roll it back a few times, but couldn't expose the glans. She couldn't help but laugh, "You were bragging so much earlier, I really thought you'd been a gigolo.
Let me deflower you today." She sat on my lower abdomen, gently twisting. I felt a warm, wet sensation on my lower abdomen. Her hand reached out from behind her buttocks, grasped my penis, and straightened it. Then, she raised her buttocks and slowly sat down. My genitals were suddenly enveloped by a
hot wet sensation. The foreskin rolled back, sending waves of pain through me. I couldn't help but twist my body, groaning in pain. Seeing my pain, she seemed even more excited. She cried out and placed her hands on my chest, stroking it up and down.
My two firm, full breasts bounced with her movements. As her movements quickened, she began to moan incessantly. "Ah...ah...I'll kill you...oh...it's so swollen, oh...ah..." "You...get up...ah, hug...me...oh...dear grandma..." She lifted my head, letting me bite her breast with my teeth. My tongue and I sometimes circled around her nipple, sometimes sucking hard on her breast. She seemed very sensitive to this kind of kiss, her body moving more intensely, up and down like a ramming machine. My
lower body also felt increasingly swollen under such intense friction, cooperating with her thrusts. Her lower body was like a living thing, forcefully sucking my penis in, squeezing and squeezing, almost breaking my little brother. In the erotic novels I've read, this seems to be called one of the "famous instruments," extremely rare. Ordinary men simply cannot
satisfy them; as soon as she is aroused, she surrenders immediately with a squeezing and squeezing. But my lower body can also be considered a "generic"—not only is its shape strange, but its "temperament" is also special, automatically adjusting its size and length according to the woman's pleasure, like a "magic staff." Furthermore,
my penis can endure depending on a woman's sexual desire. If a woman doesn't reach orgasm at least three times, I simply can't "surrender." This way, while the women experience extreme pleasure, I often end up hanging in mid-air, because after they're satisfied, they either lack the strength to continue
or simply leave me aside, letting my penis remain erect for a long time. Now, my penis is quite swollen again, fitting perfectly with her vagina, the rolled-up foreskin scraping against her labia, bringing her even greater pleasure.
She seems to be encountering an opponent like me for the first time, appearing exceptionally excited, her body heaving up and down, almost breaking my penis. "Oh...oh...suck it, suck it...yes...I want to squeeze you to death...it's so thick...kiss it, oh...it's so swollen...ah...you...I...push...I...ah..." She was completely lost in a state of sexual ecstasy. I thrust upwards forcefully, starting to give her more pressure, increasing the intensity of her up-and-down movements. Luckily, the bed was soft and very elastic, otherwise my back would have broken. "Ah...I feel so good...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to...come, I'm going to...come...oh..." I suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over my lower body, and then I felt the soft skin surrounding my lower body begin to tremble. Streams of vaginal fluid hit my glans, making me feel both hot and itchy. With my strength, such stimulation was not enough to make me surrender;
my lower body remained rock hard. She seemed to be a woman long deprived of her boudoir. After resting for a moment, she began to thrust again, as if trying to drain me dry. Finally, she collapsed weakly against me, gently stroking my face. "I didn't expect you to be so amazing," she said, noticing my still-erect penis inside her, and her vaginal walls squeezed against me a few times. "You're the first man who can give me two or three orgasms without ejaculating yourself. You're quite the little bull." Looking at the time, it had been over an hour. "How much longer can you go on? I'm exhausted. It's your turn now." Without hesitation, I rolled over, laying the still-orgasmic beauty on the bed, turning her body to her left, straddling her left leg, and lifting her right leg. With a lift of her buttocks, my still-erect penis plunged into her swollen vagina, and I began
to thrust forcefully. "Ah...ah...ah..." she moaned weakly. I grabbed her right leg, my left hand reaching forward to knead her breasts. "Good sister, are you enjoying it?" "Yes... ah... so good... I've never... felt so good before... ah..." Hearing the woman's moans beneath me, I thrust even more wildly. "Beauty, am I amazing?" "You... are so amazing... ah... ah... ah... I'm coming again... I'm going to cum again..." My bedroom skills mainly come from porn and erotic novels. I don't like overly special moves; I prefer classic positions, mainly missionary, woman on top, side sex, rear sex, and sitting positions. Of course, oral sex is also indispensable.
Well, it's just that I give them oral sex. Every time I ask them to give me oral sex, they have to say a lot of nice things, and they might not even agree. As for anal sex, I don't do it. I always think it's too disgusting, no different from men having homosexual sex. Although I don't have many tricks,
it's enough for my older sister and Liu Ruolan. After all, they are introverted and shy young women, not like the lewd and perverted women in porn and novels. My stamina now makes them feel powerless. At first, it was usually only half an hour, but after more than a year of training
, I can now last for more than an hour without collapsing. I have calculated it a few times, and the average is about 100 minutes, which is equivalent to a standard-length movie. So now we have a secret code for "watching a movie". In addition, it
is also related to speed, frequency, and strength. If the movements are faster and the strength is greater, the time will be shorter. If I am gentle with them, the time will last longer. Generally speaking, based on 100 minutes, it can be as short as an hour or as long as more than two hours. The woman in front of me was the first client I'd ever found myself, and also the most lewd one. She was incredibly varied; during her "rape," she'd face forward, then backward, sometimes sitting sideways with my legs spread. Even now, though she'd let me go, she still held the initiative. One moment she'd clamp her legs around my waist, the next she'd clamp them together again, then she'd put them on my shoulders, and then we'd
doggy-style rear-entry... Her vagina was truly a "masterpiece," tight and delicate, constantly "biting" and "sucking" at me. Even I, a seasoned veteran with "special skills," was starting to feel the strain. Luckily, my penis had a special ability—it could
change length and size according to the woman's needs, and it was also incredibly long-lasting—allowing her to reach several more orgasms before her stamina began to wane. Otherwise, my waist and neck would have been broken by her legs. Finally, she reached another orgasm, her vaginal fluids soaking my glans. I finally couldn't hold back any longer; my penis throbbed, and I ejaculated profusely.

Chapter 008 Passionate Game (Part 2) We were both exhausted, embracing each other. The bed was a mess, soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid. After resting for a while and catching our breath, we changed the sheets, threw the old ones into the washing machine, and then lay down
in the double bathtub. Being a gigolo is really not easy; I was exhausted in bed, and now I had to serve her by scrubbing her back and legs. After the bath, she didn't dry herself off, but let me lick her body inch by inch with my tongue, giving her a full-body "tongue bath." By the time I finished licking her whole body,
my tongue was numb, but she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it. Back in bed, she held my head between her legs, making me lick her vulva again. I was startled: "Sister, please spare me, I can't take it anymore." She teased my shrunken penis with her toes. "You little thing, you're really a monster, getting bigger and smaller, just like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang. I want to see if you can get bigger again?" After taking a hot bath and receiving my essence, she became energetic again and started teasing my penis with her feet. Her right big toe spread apart, tightly gripping my penis, while her left toe gently rubbed the glans. I was aroused by this teasing
! Seeing this, she teased me with her jade toes, pulling my foreskin back and forth, causing me to cry out in pain. When she "raped" me earlier, she didn't know how to "cherish" me and used too much force, tearing my foreskin. I was burning with desire just now, and now that she was doing this again, the "old wound" was reopened, so of course it hurt. My little brother isn't big, but he has
a lot of . It's usually so small that people wonder if I'm a eunuch. To "wake him up," you have to feed him a woman's "nectar." His foreskin always likes to cover the glans tightly, afraid to show itself. Every time, it's a struggle
to retract it, like the feeling of a woman's hymen tearing. This time, because of exams, I haven't had sex with a woman for ten days, and the foreskin has regained its elasticity, tightly covering the glans, forcing me to have my "virginity" taken by a woman today. Actually, women, like men, also have a "virginity" complex. I
heard from veteran male escorts online that there are two most valuable things about being a male escort: being a first-timer and having good technique. Everyone only has one first time, so the most important thing is to have good technique. I think I'm a special case. If I don't have sex for a few days, my foreskin will
return to normal, and I'll be a "virgin" again. Women need hymenoplasty, but I'm a naturally "regenerated virgin." She looked at my genitals and laughed, "You really are a virgin? Haha, your foreskin is even torn." I glanced at her, "You're still talking nonsense. Who was abusing you just now, torturing a young and innocent virgin?" She laughed and said, "I'll give you a big red envelope. I'm so tired today, let's sleep first, we'll play again tomorrow." I said with a bitter face, "Play again tomorrow? I'm almost drained by you." This time we went at it for more than two hours. She had more than ten orgasms. I released all the energy I had accumulated over ten days at once. I think she got a good deal this time. My saliva has amazing beauty benefits, and my vital energy is a "top-grade tonic
." Seeing my pitiful state, she couldn't help but laugh: "Weren't you so powerful just now? How come you've turned into a worm?" She tucked my head between her thighs, covered me with a blanket, and then went to sleep. My head was pressed against her thighs, my mouth was filled with her honey hole, and her juices kept flowing into my mouth. I also smelled her body fragrance, and soon my lower body started to get hard again. Fortunately, she was also tired and didn't notice. I
had to suppress my lust and finally fell asleep. The next day, I woke up to her "rape" me. She was sitting on me with her back to me, gently moving up and down, occasionally sitting down and turning in circles. One hand was stroking her own breasts, while the other hand was kneading my testicles, and she was making soft
moaning sounds. I was happy to enjoy myself, reaching out to stroke her body. She turned around: "You're awake. Are you hungry?" Exhausted from yesterday, of course I was thirsty and hungry, so I nodded. There was milk, bread, cake, and fruit by the bedside—not bad nutrition. She sat between my legs again and started moving up and down, this time not gently, but with strong thrusts, raping me again. I'm so unlucky; my first time doing in-home services, I ended up with such a perverted sadist. I wondered if she had been raped by men before, so now she wanted to rape men; or perhaps she considered herself superior to men, looked down on them, and was unwilling to accept the
male-dominated society, so she wanted to be the dominant one in bed; or maybe her husband was also a perverted masochist, being humiliated by her and yet looking satisfied. Judging from her, she must have slept with men many times before. I hadn't urinated all night, and then she just made me urinate again. With her bouncing around on my stomach like that, I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Sister, stop for a second, I need to go to the toilet." Although she liked to make me urinate, she would never drink my urine, and she didn't want to dirty her bed, so she had to let me go to the toilet. She grabbed my penis and led me to the bathroom like a dog, even trying to make me pee. My penis was still hard, and she laughed
as she forcefully pressed it down, almost breaking it. I finally finished, breathed a huge sigh of relief, and went back to bed to rest. She stroked my penis with her hand. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Let's have some fun all day." I was shocked: "A whole day? You'll drain me dry!" Damn, being a gigolo is really tough. "You little devil, you're so powerful, I'm afraid you'll play me to death. Don't go out anymore, how about I take you in?" I thought to myself, if you take me in, will I even survive? "If you take me under your wing, aren't you going to ruin a lot of people's livelihoods?" "You little brat, do you really think I'm that fickle? You're my first little duckling. I don't know why, but yesterday, the moment I saw you, I had this urge," she said, leaning over and sniffing me a few times, "and the scent on you, it's so alluring. It's all your fault, you strange little duckling, even my husband has never aroused me like this." "Is your husband as good as me?" "You still dare to say that? If he were even half as good as you, I wouldn't have bothered with a little slut like you." "So what do you do in bed?" "Want to know?" She opened the bedside table, took out a dildo, shoved it into my mouth and bit down on it, then sat on my head and started playing with the dildo. It seems her husband isn't very good in bed, so she has to rely on external help. The dildo was hollow, and with her movements, her juices kept flowing down from the middle, getting my mouth full. What could I do but accept it all? I bit the dildo and mischievously blew air into her vagina. My hot breath warmed her vagina...
It was itchy and swollen, and she couldn't help but giggle, "Stop...stop it, it's so itchy..." I mischievously kept blowing on it, and she couldn't stand the itch anymore. "If you keep blowing, I'll make you drink 'Sprite' again." I had already been forced to urinate once, and I didn't want to go through that again, so I stopped. Of course, this dildo couldn't compare to the real thing. After a while, Zhao Lin threw away that weird thing and we started having real sex. I was raped again. Next, she showed me several other things, such as a belt with a dildo that could be tied to the body, an electric vibrator, and SM whips, handcuffs, and so on. There were quite a few things. She said that her husband couldn't satisfy her in bed, so he had to act as
her pet and play these fake love games with her. Over time, her husband went from trying to please his wife to genuinely and willingly becoming her plaything. And she got used to the feeling of her husband becoming a pet and her being the master. When it's cold,
I don't want to , so I let my husband drink from my crotch. At first, it was novel and fun, but after a while, we both got used to it, which resulted in me being forced to drink it. She also had several other men as "male lovers" for her sexual gratification. They were all lustful men who coveted her beauty. They were usually respectable white-collar elites, but in front of her, they all became pitiful little dogs, at her mercy. These white-collar workers
didn't have very good private lives either; they all had one-night stands or other extramarital affairs. They didn't ask each other about each other's backgrounds, and even if they met during the day, they would pretend not to know each other. She was beautiful and had a way with which men were intoxicated in bed, making them lose interest in other women after sleeping with her,
willingly becoming her playthings. And I was the first man she brought home, and the first "gigolo." I guess I'm quite honored. She said she didn't know why she fell for me and even brought me home. I figured my unique "aphrodisiac scent" must have played
a significant role; otherwise, she wouldn't have brought a complete stranger home. What if she'd encountered a man with ill intentions? We didn't leave the house for the rest of the day, which left me completely exhausted. I could only let her ride on top of me and "insult" me in every way possible. She became more and more vigorous, even she herself was surprised. I realized it was thanks to the
fragrant scent and my precious yang energy. I didn't want to continue that night; I was too tired and needed a good rest. Tomorrow was Monday, and I couldn't be late for work on my first day. But she was hooked and insisted I spend another night with her. I hadn't worn any clothes all day, just
to make it easier for her to "please" me. Luckily, it's June, and the weather is warm; otherwise, I would have caught a cold. She hugged me, "You're such a good baby, I don't want to let you go tomorrow." "You want to kidnap me?" "If my husband wasn't coming back in a few days, I really would have kidnapped you. You little devil, what am I going to do if you leave?" The thought of our bland, uneventful sex life was unbearable. "No, you have to come visit me often." "I don't live in Shanghai, how can I come visit you?" "I don't care, if you don't come, I'll come find you." It's all my fault, why did I bring my ID card, and even my high school entrance exam admission ticket? I couldn't even make up a fake name. She gave me back my ID card, but confiscated my exam admission ticket, saying I could use it to find her later, and she wasn't afraid I'd run away. I had no choice
but agree. She wouldn't really come looking for me, would she? That would make me too attractive. She's already married, she's just using me to relieve her loneliness, she'll forget about me in a few days, and there are plenty of men willing to be her pet. It
was just a momentary passion because my skills in bed were better than others. She knew my name, but I knew nothing about her—what a loss! "Weren't you here in Shanghai to work as a gigolo? How about I book you for the next two months?" I wasn't going to be stupid enough to tell her my destination in Shanghai again; I just said I was already booked and couldn't cancel. Gigolos have professional ethics too; they can't break contracts. I could only promise to see her when I had time, and she could contact me via QQ. She had no
choice but to party with me for another night, finally falling asleep sweetly while I gave her a tongue bath. The next day, I got up early, bidding farewell to her fragrant, irresistible body. On the way, I opened the envelope she gave me; inside was $500, equivalent to over 4,000 RMB, and a 1,000 Hong Kong dollar "Golden Bull" note, supposedly a "virginity-breaking" red envelope. This was my first time actually working as a gigolo providing door-to-door service; I didn't know
if this was a lot or a little. It seems being a gigolo is tiring, but the money is quite good. However, I don't want to make it my profession; I can only do it as a side job in my spare time. There was also a card with only a phone number on it and a lipstick mark
. I thought about it for a moment, then tore it up. I figured we'd never see each other again, and I didn't want to make being a gigolo my official job.

Chapter 009 First Steps at Jiuxing After returning to the hotel, I took a short nap. At 8:30, I set off for my first day of my summer job. I specifically looked for a hotel close to the company, so I arrived at Jiuxing before 8:50. The company usually starts work at 9:00. Since it was my first day, I wanted to arrive early to make a good impression, but there was no need to arrive too early. Ten minutes early
was just right —neither wasting time nor being impolite. The company occupied floors sixteen through eighteen. The general manager's office was on the eighteenth floor, and the HR department should also be on the eighteenth floor. I stepped into the elevator. It was rush hour, and the elevator was packed with eight or nine people, the small space filled with the scent of expensive women's perfume. A woman in a gray suit stood with her back to me; her elegant
face . Looking at her, her round, pert buttocks, encased in her tight skirt, were truly exquisite. I longed to fondle them. We reached the eighteenth floor in the blink of an eye. The doors opened, and the woman exited; she must have been an employee of Nine Star Company. She was model-worthy, at least 1.7 meters tall, with long, straight hair obscuring half her face, giving her a cool and aloof air. She wore a gray suit,
and beneath her short skirt, her shapely legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings and sexy strappy high-heeled sandals—truly tempting. I followed behind her, watching her flowing hair and swaying waist; it was quite a feast for the eyes. I went to the front desk to ask a question. A beautiful female secretary, around twenty years old, stood there. "Hello, my name is Ye Zixin, I'm here to report for duty." "Oh, hello." The female secretary looked up, revealing a charming smile. "You're the new employee introduced by General Manager Zhang, right? General Manager Zhang is away these few days, so he asked you to follow Ms. Fang for now. The one who came out of the elevator with you just now was Ms. Fang. I thought you two already knew each other." "Thank you." After she introduced me, I knocked on the door and entered the spacious general manager's office. It seems Zhang Ning has already told her about my situation. I'll be following her for the next few days. Being able to keep a beautiful woman company is a wonderful thing. Fang Xiaoyi gave me a brief introduction to the company. The company is called Jiuxing (Nine Stars), founded by Zhang Ning on September 9, 1999, after graduating from university. The date contains five nines, and since both Zhang Ning and Xu Qing are born on September 9th, there are nine nines in total,
hence the name Jiuxing. This is the company's headquarters, with several subsidiaries. The company was nominally funded by Zhang Ning and her cousin Xu Qing, with Xu Qing serving as vice chairman and general manager. However, the actual funding came from their fathers, presumably to
avoid inheritance tax. The company headquarters occupied three floors. The 18th floor housed the general manager's office, the general manager's office (also serving as the human resources department), and the finance department. Zhang Ning and Xu Qing were the general managers, each with a personal assistant. Xu Qing's assistant, Chen Fei, had also gone to Hong Kong. The general manager's office was primarily responsible for
company documents and personnel management, headed by Fang Xiuyun. Because the financial information of all subsidiaries was consolidated at headquarters, and the headquarters was also responsible for auditing their finances and operations,
the finance department was quite large, managed by Zhao Lin. The 17th floor housed the investment department, a key department of the head office responsible for various investment activities, primarily securities, futures, real estate, venture capital, and industrial investments. As a crucial department, it was directly managed by Zhang Ning and further subdivided according to investment content.
Several departments were located on the upper floors. The sixteenth floor housed the foreign trade department and the information technology department. The manager of the foreign trade department was Lou Ying; the information technology department not only developed various software programs but also tackled technical challenges for its subsidiaries, and was headed by Tian Jingjing. I noticed that this company was a typical example of "female dominance." Not only did women make up more than half of the employees, but more importantly, all the managers were women in their twenties, the oldest being only 28 and the youngest 24. I think this is probably
related to the fact that the company's two CEOs are both young women. However, they are quite bold to put such a large company in the lead positions with young girls who have only recently graduated from university. Aren't they afraid that their lack of experience will cause problems? Fang Xiaoyi told me that initially, each department was assigned an
older experienced deputy manager, who was sent from Zhang Ning and Xu Qing's father's company to assist with the work. Now that the company is on track, these beauties are taking charge on their own. Fang Xiaoyi knew that I couldn't do anything substantial, and Zhang Ning had entrusted me to her, so she asked me to follow her to the various departments to familiarize myself with the environment. Fang Xiaoyi and Zhang Ning were classmates, both studying international finance. Since Zhang Ning wasn't there, Fang Xiaoyi was temporarily in charge of the investment department. She led me to the investment department on the seventeenth floor. After a two-day weekend, a mountain of work had piled up. Fang Xiaoyi was
constantly on the go, checking all sorts of data and reports submitted from below, making my head spin. The stock market was open now, so the investment department naturally had securities investment business. I stood by the computer watching them trade. Seeing my interest in stocks, Fang Xiaoyi told me to
rest there for a while and come find me when she was done. I think I must have been a money-grubber in my past life; I'm interested in anything that can make money, and stocks are no exception. When I was in elementary school, I started using my older sister's allowance to buy lottery tickets. Back then, there were no lotteries; I bought things like prize-winning sticker savings accounts, spending 10 yuan a month, checking for prizes every month, and redeeming my principal after 12 draws a year. There were also 100-yuan notes, with two or four draws a year
. Basically, these were the kind of things where you sacrifice interest for a chance to win, but the principal was never small. However, my luck wasn't great; on average, my annual return was less than 15%, while bank interest rates were as high as 10.98% at the time—basically, I broke even
. But there was one advantage: it forced me to save. I also collected old newspapers and aluminum cans to sell. By the time I entered junior high, I had saved 3,000 yuan. My sisters knew about my hobby and would occasionally help me out. Of course, this amount
was insignificant ; some of the rich kids in my class received more than that in a single red envelope during Chinese New Year. But for me, it was all my savings from several years. Later, I started playing the lottery, but my luck was terrible. I ended up losing a lot of money, investing nearly 300 yuan but only winning three or four small prizes – a loss rate of 90%. Of course, I persisted, spending 10 yuan on five bets every week, dreaming of winning 5 million yuan every day. My sister often said I
was waiting for a windfall, and it wasn't impossible; I actually got hit by a windfall once. The other day, after buying lottery tickets, my sister mentioned windfalls again. No sooner had she finished speaking than some scoundrel threw something from upstairs, and a piece of cake hit me right on the head. My sister
laughed so hard she almost couldn't breathe. In my first year of junior high, it coincided with the 5.19 stock market boom of 1999. Even the old lady selling newspapers in our neighborhood was checking stock prices, and people doing Tai Chi in the mornings were talking about stocks. Being a money-grubber, I naturally wouldn't miss such a nationwide stock-buying frenzy.
I was only 13 years old then
was quite lucky. I only invested 3,000 yuan, and a year later it had grown to 13,000 yuan, a profit of 10,000 yuan. Of course, I should mention that I won a new share IPO, which alone earned me 7,500 yuan; otherwise, people would consider me a stock market genius. The stock market is unpredictable; choose carefully before entering. Making money in the Chinese stock market is not easy; out of 10 people who invest, seven lose, two break even, and only one wins. As everyone knows, the subsequent reduction of state-owned shares lowered the index from over 2200 points to a low of over 1300 points. Luckily, I'm timid and
only chose high-performing large-cap stocks, so the drop wasn't too bad; I only lost less than 20%. The old lady selling newspapers in my neighborhood told me her stocks went from 25 yuan to 5 yuan, and she was devastated. Now I have 30,000 yuan in stocks in my securities account. I calculated that I had 13,000 yuan in my second year of junior high school, and later I invested another 20,000 yuan of my savings from part-time jobs, so my principal should be 35,000 yuan. Now I've lost 5,000 yuan,
a loss of about 15%, which is less than the market average of over 30%, so it's not bad. Thinking about this, I can't help but admire some netizens immensely. I usually like to play games and read novels online, and some netizens' books. When they talk about stock trading,
they all seem to have divine insights, turning 1 million yuan into over 3 million yuan in a few days, and making a stock price jump from 10 yuan to 100 yuan with just a rumor. I don't understand the Chinese stock market. Are there no daily price limits? Where is the China Securities Regulatory Commission? Why didn't I catch this great opportunity? Fang Xiaoyi had already given the order, and I was free to observe the traders at my leisure. Traders usually work in teams, several people managing a single stock together. Sometimes, when the market is quiet, only one or two people are involved. Watching from the sidelines, I thought it was nothing
special, just a matter of having more capital and making more frequent trades. Traders have strict operating instructions and must follow them; they can't act arbitrarily. Watching too much TV makes me think they can control the stock market. The instructions for the stock I was looking at today were for accumulation,
using 5.95 yuan as a base. Two machines were used for separate wash trading; for every cent increase, 5-10 lots were sold, and for every cent decrease, 10-20 lots were bought—basically, buying low and selling high, spreading the buying and selling to avoid revealing their intentions. Right now, everyone is anxious, and trading is sluggish. The stock price fluctuated by only a few cents
, dropping by a mere ten cents in an hour. By 11:30 AM, the morning session had seen 6,000 lots traded, or 600,000 shares, worth nearly 3.5 million RMB, accounting for about 40% of the stock's total morning trading volume. A guy named Gao told me that
it's already at the bottom, the shares have been accumulated, and now they're manipulating trading volume to correct technical indicators. He said they'll start pushing the price up in a couple of days, and even asked if I wanted to follow the big players, selling before the shakeout and buying back in afterward, guaranteeing I'd earn enough for tuition fees over the summer.
I know that big players manipulate the market, repeatedly pushing up, shaking out weak hands, washing out weak hands, pushing up again, and then distributing their shares. A 50% increase is the bare minimum; usually, the increase is 100%, and some can even multiply several times. Back in the day, Yian Technology went from 5 RMB
to 125 RMB, creating a stock market legend. But those guys were too ruthless; after the investigation, the stock price plummeted and is now a special treatment (ST) stock. Although I was tempted, I didn't act on it. First, I didn't have any money on hand; my stocks were still stuck, and I couldn't bear to cut my losses. Second, it was best to discuss this matter of clearly taking advantage of the company with Zhang Ning, so she wouldn't have trouble accepting it later. Besides, my amount of money was too
small ; I'd have to ask her for a hefty sum later. I didn't know the full extent of Jiuxing's strength. According to Brother Gao, Jiuxing's total capital in the securities department was no less than 500 million yuan. Currently, the company mainly operates seven or eight stocks, each requiring anywhere from 20-30 million yuan to over 100 million yuan in capital
. Additional funds are added during periods of price increases or fluctuations. In addition, the futures department is a bottomless pit, requiring approximately 200-300 million yuan. Including contingency funds, these two departments alone account for over 1 billion yuan. Furthermore, the real estate department and the industrial investment department each account for around 500 million yuan.
Of course, not all of this money is the company's own capital; most of it is bank loans, and a significant portion comes from private funds. Zhejiang is a hub for private capital; of the nation's 8 trillion yuan in deposits, Zhejiang accounts for 800 billion yuan. A portion of this hot money has flowed overseas.
Most of it flowed into the stock and futures markets. The secondary market has been sluggish for the past two years, leaving hundreds of billions of yuan tied up in the primary market. In the futures market, there are frequent instances of large investors using hundreds of millions of yuan to attack a particular commodity in a short period.
A large portion of Jiuxing Company's funds come from private capital in Zhejiang; Jiuxing's securities department is practically a private equity fund. "Jiuxing Fund" has been doing well these past few years, making it easy to borrow money. The company is currently flush with cash, and some people are even trying to lend money to Jiuxing but can't get it. Of course, the risks
are enormous. Like in the movies, if the cash flow breaks down, it will cause the company to face cash flow problems and even go bankrupt. As the saying goes, high risk, high return. Brother Gao seemed to be enjoying a chat, and he also seemed to like me. He was quite talkative, and since I'm one of General Manager Zhang's people, he told me some inside information. Also, I think he probably has a crush on Fang Xiaoyi and is trying to curry favor with me, using this as a roundabout way to
express his feelings to Fang Xiaoyi. There are many beautiful women in the company, but the most beautiful are concentrated at the top. He wouldn't dare make a move on Xu Qing and Zhang Ning, who were both considered the most beautiful, and Zhao Lin was already taken. The remaining five beauties were coveted by everyone, and Fang Xiaoyi was
the most charming of the five, and being a classmate of Zhang Ning, she naturally stood out. I readily agreed to help him create opportunities. Gao Ge, pleased, also taught me some stock market tips and technical analysis. Since I planned to work in the stock market, I naturally
listened . After the market closed, Gao Ge and I went to lunch together, and I took the opportunity to ask him about the company. The company lunch was a buffet, 5 yuan per person per meal, unlimited in quantity, but of course, waste was discouraged. The dishes looked and smelled delicious, comparable to those in a hotel; the 5 yuan
was just a formality, and I estimated the average cost per person was no less than 10 yuan. Fang Xiaoyi spent the entire morning in the investment department, I wondered what she was doing. Probably arranging investment plans and checking investment progress. Fang Xiaoyi is Zhang Ning's assistant, and she usually assists Zhang Ning in managing investments. After lunch, it was quite a while before Fang Xiaoyi appeared, almost noon, and asked if I was settling in well and if I was bored. Gao Ge naturally spoke highly of me, praising my investment acumen.

Chapter 010 Delicate Feet It was lunchtime, and I followed Fang Xiaoyi back to the office. As soon as Fang Xiaoyi returned to the office, she sat down on the sofa, kicked off her shoes, and rubbed her feet while sighing, "So much work today, it's really worn me out, my feet are numb." I quickly went over, "Sister Xiaoyi, let me give you a massage, I guarantee you'll feel better." Fang Xiaoyi smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare trouble you, your Sister Ning will blame me for mistreating her precious darling when she gets back." I sat down next to her, placed her feet on my thighs, and skillfully massaged her soles. She gently pulled away, her face slightly flushed, which is how women are at first. I gently asked, "Sister Xiaoyi, are you feeling better now?" My technique is top-notch; she slowly began to relax, lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying herself. Touching the smooth stockings was another kind of pleasure for me. I'd been a gigolo a couple of days ago, and the physical exertion was too much; it seems I won't recover for two or three days.
Playing some innocent little games might be nice. Damn it, I never want to be a gigolo again; the feeling of being tortured is really awful. Actually, women generally don't wear stockings with sandals, so as to show off the beauty of their legs and toes. However, I think most women still like to wear stockings, firstly for sun protection and insect bites, and secondly to conceal any imperfections in their legs. Because women wear hard leather shoes, especially high heels,
for many years , their feet are compressed, easily leading to calluses and skin on their toes and heels. I often see women on the street wearing sandals barefoot. Some have calluses, some have heels and calves that are different colors, some have
freckles , and some even have gray toenails. Xiaoyi's legs are slender and long, her feet are small and delicate, and her toenails are painted. The only flaw is the small callus on her little toe, which seems to be from wearing high heels for long periods of time in the office. I lowered my head and smelled a faint, warm fragrance
. It smelled very nice, and I couldn't help but take another deep sniff. Her toe twitched. I looked up and saw that Xiaoyi's eyes were closed, but her face was even redder. My heart skipped a beat. She must have been peeking. Thinking of this, I lowered my head again and gently put her toe in my mouth,
swirling . Instantly, her toe curled up. I grabbed it with my hand to prevent her from escaping. Her calf tensed up at first, but eventually she didn't struggle anymore and gradually relaxed. I grew bolder, taking her toes entirely into my mouth, my tongue swirling between her toes. Her toes began to curl, and I
could hear Xiaoyi's breathing quicken. This tongue technique was my trump card; my tongue began to move upwards from her toes, inch by inch along her ankle and calf. Xiaoyi must have smelled my fragrance; her breathing quickened, and her body heated up. This fragrance isn't given to just anyone; it
only in front of women I like. Perhaps it was my heightened desire that stimulated the fragrance, and the more beautiful the woman, the more sensitive she is to my scent. Looking under her skirt, I could see a wet patch in the middle of Xiaoyi's white lace panties; she seemed a little aroused. Unfortunately, the skirt was tight, and I couldn't fit my head inside. I cupped her full buttocks, caressing them, and slowly slid my hand inside the skirt, stroking her inner thighs and
moving towards her groin. Xiaoyi couldn't take it anymore; the wetness on her panties became more obvious, the thin silk panties becoming transparent, even revealing her dark pubic hair and the cleft of her vulva. She clamped my hand between her legs and twisted her waist. When my finger touched her vulva, she
let out a soft moan, opened her eyes, her face flushed, and slapped away my hand, saying with a mixture of shame and reproach, "You little devil, you're so naughty! When Zhang Ning comes back, I'll make sure she punishes you properly. This can't go on!" Seeing that she didn't push me away despite her words, I didn't push her away further and resumed my previous state, sucking on her toes. After all, we had only known each other for half a day, and we were already so intimate, which was somewhat unexpected. Maybe she wasn't a virgin anymore
. I had read online that the "freshness rate" of female college students was 33%, meaning only one in three was still a virgin. Besides, she was so beautiful; she must have had many suitors in college, so it wouldn't be surprising if she had tasted the "forbidden fruit." Besides, I was just
playing around; I didn't want to marry her. I didn't care if she was a virgin or not; a married woman was more open-minded. Xiao Yi said, "Stop fooling around, Sister Yun and the others are coming back soon." But she let me suck on her feet, her toes playing with them in my mouth. I sucked even harder, licking every inch of her foot. When I got to the sole, I applied pressure, and Xiao Yi, unable to bear the tickling, laughed and pulled her foot back. "Xiao Xin, that's enough, that's enough, they'll be back soon." She sat up and saw that her socks were soaked, and water could be squeezed out of the soles and toes. She scolded, "Look how dry you are! How am I supposed to wear these?" She took a new pair of socks from the drawer, and seeing me staring at her lustfully, turned away to put them on. I started massaging her again, but this time she refused to let me "tongue bath" her. However, it wouldn't be long before she let me "tongue bath" her again, because this time I only "tongue bathed" one foot, and in a few days she would discover my beauty effects. Women are naturally drawn to beauty, so she
naturally asked me to serve her again. Serving beautiful women is something I'd love to do, and I never tire of it, especially when it's a super beauty. Xiao Yi let me massage one foot, while the other teasingly played with my crotch: "You little devil, have you been watching too many porn movies at home? Don't you know how dirty you are?" I laughed and said, "My feet aren't dirty at all, they smell wonderful." I even lowered my head and kissed her toes. Xiao Yi played with my crotch for a while, but didn't find anything, so she said, both annoyed and amused, "You naughty thing, you haven't even grown up yet and you're already thinking about doing bad things." But I still had some doubts in my heart. After all, I was already 16 years old and about to go to high school. Kids these days develop early, and there are even middle school students living together and getting pregnant. Looking at my lecherous appearance, and my good looks, which made me very attractive to women, I guess I had already
tasted the forbidden fruit. Why is it that after flirting with her for so long, and with her teasing feet, I didn't have any physical reaction? I'm starting to worry that I might have some kind of developmental "hidden problem." I know perfectly well that my other "girlfriends" also...
They all had this doubt, and I used a special method to show them how wrong their suspicions were. A while later, several office ladies returned from shopping. Shopping is a woman's hobby; they don't even waste their two-hour lunch break. Whether they buy anything or not isn't the main issue. These white-collar women have very rich material lives, and shopping
is like addictive and habitual. Especially since they've only been working for two or three years, their interest is still high. Besides, their company is so close to the bustling Huaihai Road, so they naturally enjoy it immensely. The company's beautiful female managers knew that Fang Xiaoyi had brought a "little brother" over for a visit today. Seeing the two of us so close, they couldn't help but laugh and envy: "No wonder Xiaoyi didn't go shopping with us today; she was enjoying a massage from the opposite sex here. Be careful
Zhang Ning gets jealous when he gets back." These women are about the same age as Zhang Ning and Xu Qing, and they're usually very close in private, joking around to avoid seeming distant. Fang Xiaoyi blushed. "What kind of massage is this? He's just a pure young man, don't scare him. My feet were numb from walking, that's why Xiaoxin rubbed them a few times." "Oh, you're so kind. Xiaoxin, Xiaoxin, so affectionate. Our feet are sore from shopping too, would you like your Xiaoxin to rub them for us?" "What do I care if your feet are sore?" "Xiaoyi, you're so stingy..." The girls laughed and joked with Xiaoyi, each complaining of foot pain. I had no choice but to massage their feet one by one, not wanting to offend the others while only pleasing Fang Xiaoyi. Luckily, only three came: Fang Xiuyun from the General Manager's Office, Lou Ying from the Foreign Trade Department, and Tian Jingjing from the Technical Department.
Zhao Lin from the Finance Department went to the subsidiary in Suzhou today and didn't come. If I had called in people from other departments, I would have been in big trouble. Three people, 10 minutes each, half an hour later, just as lunch break ended. They all felt comfortable, but my hands were sore and numb. Of course,
this time it was a proper massage, not a tongue bath, otherwise my tongue would have broken. The four beauties' feet were all quite delicate and small, carefully cared for, but still had some minor flaws. Lou Ying and Tian Jingjing had small calluses on their toes and heels, and although they regularly had foot baths and toe trims, some calluses remained. Lou Ying also had slightly flat feet. Fang Xiuyun,
because she liked to wear soft shoes, didn't have obvious calluses, but her skin was slightly rough. Xiao Yi's feet had the best skin, with only two small calluses on her little toes. The shape was also the most delicate and small. In the past year or two, I've seen quite a few beautiful feet, so I guess I'm a foot connoisseur. I wonder
if this counts as a kind of fetish. My hands were busy, and my mouth wasn't idle either, as I was treated to many delicious foods. Fang Xiuyun fed me a piece of dried apricot. "Xiaoxin, where did you learn this trick? Do girls often let you practice on them?" I said, "Of course, this is my secret weapon for picking up girls. I'm not afraid of any girl running away." "Why?" "Of course you have to take off your shoes and socks for a massage. If you want to slip away halfway, you'll have to walk barefoot." "You're such a little pervert, you can even come up with such a dirty trick. So, are you trying to pick up our beautiful Fang?" She hadn't even realized she shared the surname Fang. "I want to pick up both of the beautiful Fangs, are you willing, sister?" "Are you kidding me? Trying to take advantage of your sister like this. Did you also manage to get Zhang Ning like this?" They were both eight or nine years older than me, and they treated me like a little brother. Although they were joking, they didn't think anything of it. After chatting and laughing, the lunch break ended, and the three women dispersed to begin their afternoon work. Fang Xiaoyi had almost finished handling the investment department's work that morning, and in the afternoon she would just be dealing with some documents. She said to me, "There's not much to do this afternoon, you can do whatever you want. If you want to check stocks, just go to Gao Laozhuang." They called Gao Ge's territory Gao Laozhuang because he always looked at women with a lecherous expression, just like his brother-in-law Zhu Bajie. "Of course I'll accompany Sister Xiaoyi." "Why would I need you, you little pervert? You're so young, yet you're already so fickle, so lecherous and glib. You'll definitely grow up to be a big pervert." "I'm not fickle, I'm loving." "What loving?" "Of course, I love beauty, haha."

Chapter 011 Aside The book has reached ten chapters. Seeing many of the book reviews and comments from my brothers, I wanted to say a few words. 1. About the character introductions. I originally wanted to let them appear slowly as the plot developed, which would also create a sense of mystery and let everyone guess. Now that I see everyone is a bit confused, I'll reveal some of it in the next few chapters. I don't like writing
too directly; that would just turn it into a monotonous account. I've included quite a few foreshadowing elements in the story. Some of these you're all eagerly anticipating, so I'll reveal a few in a few chapters. Some foreshadowing is still just a concept; I don't even know if it will be used later. So, if you have any questions
, please wait a few days. If you still don't understand after a few chapters, feel free to ask again; I might have already forgotten about them. 2. Regarding masochism. First of all, let me state that I neither like inflicting nor being masochistic; it's just necessary for the story. Since Xiaoxin has now become a male prostitute, he should experience the real life of a male prostitute. Male prostitutes live in the darkest corners of society, being
played with by all sorts of women, some perverted and some not, inevitably causing changes in their personality and psychology. Of course, Xiaoxin is an amateur, and I don't want him to become perverted. Not only would you not like it, but I wouldn't be happy either. Moreover, his slight masochistic tendencies are also
related to his childhood experiences, which will be explained later. I think they will "cur themselves" after he enters high school, so please rest assured. 3. Regarding the story concept, I want to write from a less common perspective. Most online works are fantasy, set on alien planets or in alternate dimensions. I'm more familiar with stories from Earth, and besides, my imagination isn't quite there; I can't come up with much
magic . There aren't many works about male prostitutes online, and I want to add something new. We can't all be heroes achieving great things; what about ordinary people? Everyone likes Wei Xiaobao, so having him live in modern times is a good thing.
As mentioned in the synopsis, my idea is to transform him from Wei Xiaobao into a successful young man, and since he's a male prostitute, there will be more erotic scenes at the beginning of the story. Of course, I'll also give him some unique traits, some of which you've already seen. 4. Regarding erotic descriptions. I lack experience with erotic content (sweat!), and I really can't think of any new tricks. Therefore, I will borrow some details from previous works, like "one generation plants the trees, another enjoys the shade." The amount will be limited each time, so please don't accuse me of plagiarism if you see similarities in
other works. I think the plot is the most important thing. I don't think many people will have the same "gigolo" persona as me. 5. Actually, I originally intended to write this as a pure romance novel, but because I gave the protagonist the profession of a "gigolo" as the starting point, the erotic content naturally followed. In fact, any novel with men and women in it
is easy to turn into an erotic novel. Just let them sleep together, from a few seconds (I don't think everyone is that bad) to several hours (damn, I'm jealous), and you can write tens of thousands of words about it. Of course, I don't want to turn this
into pure pornography (it can't even be considered erotic anymore). There will still be some erotic content later, but it will be more subtle. I don't want it to be cut, otherwise everyone will really have nothing to read. I'll just write down a few points first. If you still have any dissatisfaction or questions, you can write to me. My Chinese email address is: 天生我材必用@江南一叶. I dare not use an English email address, fearing someone might get upset and throw emails at me, thankfully nothing like that has happened yet. I think any work will have both praise and criticism.
Some people are unhappy with the protagonist's masochistic treatment, which is understandable. If you're pushed to the brink, you might do anything, let alone become a gigolo. Relationships between men and women are strange; the same thing can have different results for different people. If
it were a beautiful woman I've long admired, and she was a virgin, I think I'd be more than happy to let her kiss my genitals. But if I were to kiss an ugly woman's genitals, I'd probably vomit and have diarrhea, lose my appetite, and even starve to death. Some people hope
the protagonist will transform from a victim into a sadist, but I think that's going too far. Let him change gradually; I don't know what he'll become in the end. My work is currently getting decent clicks, and it's quite good that a new work is receiving so much attention.
Oops, thank you all for your support. However, the number of votes is still not high, which is disproportionate to the click rate. It seems there are still some shortcomings, and I hope you can point them out so that I can improve. I'm far from finishing the work. I usually have two or three chapters in reserve. If I don't have too much to do, I should be able to update once a day, or even faster, to keep up with my writing speed. However, my computer has been having some minor issues these past few days. When I connect to the internet, the speed is only 21k
, and I can't even open web pages. Uploading is even more difficult. I wonder if it will be better in a few days.

Chapter 012 Borrowing a Chicken to Spin an Egg I turned on my computer. The company's system is divided into internal and external systems. The internal system has different access permissions according to different positions and departments. I'm not very interested in that. I want to surf the internet. After entering the password that Xiaoyi told me, I got internet access permission. It seems that the system automatically
records browsing history, so I can't look for pornographic websites. I first visited my personal homepage. I put some frequently used things there so I don't have to search for them everywhere when I need them. My personal homepage is like my online hard drive, and it can also increase my
traffic , hehe. First, I downloaded and installed my security certificate, then logged into the securities software to check my stock performance. This morning at the brokerage, I could only watch others trade stocks; I couldn't do anything myself. The stock market has shown some signs of improvement these past two days,
and my stocks have started to climb from their lows, increasing in value from 30,000 to 31,000, while still incurring a loss of 4,000. I always operate with a fully invested portfolio; I always aim for high returns, as high risk brings high reward. Right now, I'm short of funds; otherwise, I would have added to my position. Given how low the market has fallen, even a rebound could
potentially yield a 10-20% profit. Seeing me so engrossed, Fang Xiaoyi came over out of curiosity. "You little pervert, do you play the stock market too? Do you have a shareholder card?" I rolled my eyes at her. "What pervert? We may be close, but I'll sue you for defamation if you talk nonsense." "You're getting cocky. Just wait until I tell Zhang Ning you flirted with me, and see how she deals with you." She was Zhang Ning's best friend and knew that Zhang Ning and Xu Qing were cousins, both only children, with no other relatives. I, this "cousin," was an imposter, maybe just a sex partner she found when she was bored. But I seemed too young
. Could Zhang Ning have some kind of "pedophilic complex"? Women often like to talk about men. When it came to boyfriends, Zhang Ning said that women nowadays don't need to date anymore; they can just find a gigolo when they're bored. These young masters and ladies nowadays are open-minded and don't value sex as much as
their parents' generation . It's common for young masters to keep mistresses and princesses to keep gigolos. It's not impossible for Zhang Ning to actually find a gigolo. However, she usually had a good impression of Zhang Ning and Xu Qing, and hadn't heard any rumors about them. Of course, these
things are just things people can only think about; there's no way to verify them. These high-level white-collar workers have a lot of work pressure on a daily basis and rarely have the opportunity to meet men, so their spiritual lives are inevitably somewhat empty. Just now, she was quite uninhibited, so let's just consider it a little indulgence and
a little passionate game. However, I didn't react when she teased my little brother, and I thought that Zhang Ning and
I might just be playing a "fake love" game. I'm only 16 years old this year, eight years younger than Zhang Ning, so of course there's no real love to speak of. I think the other girls also know this, but no one says anything, so I've become a fun little pet for them during the summer vacation to relieve their mental stress. Fang Xiaoyi was lying on the table next to me, her pair of large breasts almost spilling out, and I couldn't help but turn my eyes away from the computer screen to her. Fang Xiaoyi noticed the situation and blushed: "You little pervert, you're hopeless." She reached out and turned my head back to the computer. "So stingy, won't even take a look. But Sister Xiaoyi, yours is really big, maybe a 35D?" Actually, I wasn't sure, but after seeing so many online, it seemed like a good size. "You...you pervert, how many girls have you seen?" She paused, then whispered in my ear, "How big is Zhang Ning's?" Women really can be jealous of each other, even comparing this. "Same as yours, I'd be more sure if I could touch it." Seeing that I was getting more and more outrageous, Fang Xiaoyi pinched my back, making me cry out "Help!" "Have you touched Zhang Ning's?" "Of course, do you want me to touch yours too, for a comprehensive comparison?" Since she asked me this, she obviously knew about my relationship with Zhang Ning. I didn't care, we could all relax, and it wouldn't be so awkward to make suggestive jokes or even touch each other in the future. Fang Xiaoyi blushed, too embarrassed to joke anymore. She usually spent her days with several women, and the work pressure was immense. Her subordinates were also hesitant to approach her, which contributed to her aloof and glamorous image. For some reason, I never imagined I would be so bold today.
I knew deep down that most of this was thanks to the unique, pleasant fragrance emanating from me. I wasn't arrogant enough to think a 16-year-old boy could win the heart of a normally sophisticated white-collar woman. Fang Xiaoyi was looking at my stocks. I had activated online trading, and it was currently showing my stock balance. "Ye Zixin, is that your sister? Your names are really interesting, same sound but different characters." My second sister's name is Ye Zixin. If there were a few more, there would be Zixin, Zixin, Zixin, Zixin, and Zixin—we could even come up with names like that. I opened the securities account in my sister's name, but the bank card used for bank-securities transfers is mine. Fang Xiaoyi, seeing I only had a pitiful 30,000 yuan, asked, "Is this all? Is this your secret stash?" She noticed the floating profit record on my computer showed 8,000 yuan (the account balance was 31,000 yuan, and the actual investment was 23,000 yuan, the difference being the profit of 8,000 yuan). "Not bad," she said, "in such a bad market, you still have a return of over 30%. You're quite the expert." I didn't tell her that 7,500 yuan was from IPOs, otherwise I'd only have a meager 500 yuan profit left, which would be embarrassing. I said, "If I had more funds, even knowing there was an opportunity, I would have earned much more. Now is a great opportunity to buy at the bottom. I have a feeling a big market rally is coming soon." "I just called you fat, and you're already getting cocky. Why don't you ask Zhang Ning? It's just a drop in the ocean." "Then I'll ask her for a huge amount, borrowing it for two months and paying it back." "How much do you want to borrow?" "One million! Sister Xiaoyi, do you think I'm trying to get something for nothing?" "Hehehe, you..." "You're just a little pervert. A million? You really dare to ask for that? Even if you buy it and don't touch it, the round-trip transportation fees alone will be ten thousand. Your money will be gone if it drops by just 2%." "How could you hurt my fragile heart? Listen, my little heart is pounding like crazy." "Alright, alright, you should talk to Zhang Ning about it." Despite saying that, I didn't dare ask Zhang Ning. A million is no small sum. Just like Fang Xiaoyi said, if I buy it and don't touch it, I'll lose ten thousand. Besides, the market has been bad lately, a continuous decline, only recently showing signs of stabilizing. I didn't call, but Zhang Ning called instead. Fang Xiaoyi answered the phone and handed it to me. Zhang Ning had finished talking to a client in the morning and was resting now. "Xiao Xin, have you been sleeping well these past two days?" "No." "Is it because I wasn't around, and you couldn't sleep well?" Fang Xiaoyi listened from the side, secretly chuckling, thinking there must be some kind of ambiguous relationship between them. "Why are you so quiet? Have all the pretty girls in the company got to you? If you dare to get anything funny, I won't let you off the hook." "I wouldn't dare! I'm an honest man." "Honest? You have a criminal record, I'm keeping track of it. Be careful, those girls all practice judo and karate, especially Fang Xiaoyi. A few thugs are still in the hospital. If you mess with her, I can't save you." I glanced at Fang Xiaoyi, and I was genuinely startled. She gave me a smug look, leaned close to the phone, and said, "Zhang Ning, you dare talk bad about me?" "You're going to die, eavesdropping on other people's phone calls." Fang Xiaoyi chuckled and said, "Your little lover is in a hurry for money right now, trying to make a fortune." "Then you should give it to him first." "It's a million. I'm not like you; even if you sold me, I wouldn't be worth a million." "What do you mean not worth? You'd be worth tens of millions. Last time, that Young Master Jiang proposed to you, and he even offered to transfer the company and the villa to your name." "Alright, alright, stop talking about me. Let's talk about your little lover first." "What little lover? That sounds awful. We have a pure sibling relationship, not like some people imagine." Then she asked me what I needed the money for. I said I'd borrow a million to invest in stocks, and if I made a profit, it would be my summer job wages. "What if you lose money?" "Then it'll be deducted from my annual salary." "Don't think that making a few thousand makes money in the stock market easy. If you lose, you'll regret it." I then said a lot more nice things, and Zhang Ning said, "I can set a liquidation limit for you, 10%. Once it falls below 10%, I'll force liquidation. 100,000 is enough to pay you back. Or I can buy you outright, 10,000 for your summer vacation, and you'll be my
private property for 10 years." Fang Xiaoyi chimed in, "Then if I want to borrow, are you willing to rent?" "You're going to die, you're still eavesdropping. Wait till I get back, I'll deal with you." Seeing that the market was about to close, Zhang Ning told Fang Xiaoyi that the loan would be transferred from her own account the next day, and had nothing to do with the company. Finally, I reiterated that I would close the position if it dropped 10%, and if the profit was over 30,000, she would buy out my summer vacations for all three years of high school . If I lost,
she would buy out my summer vacations for every 10,000 lost, and if I lost a total of 100,000, I would sell her my entire high school and university life.
After all, this was a huge sum of one million, and unless we had a special relationship, most people wouldn't lend it to me so readily. Win or lose, it seemed I was destined to sell my three years of high school to her. However , earning 10,000 in two months was still a great deal. Fang Xiaoyi smiled at me, "You're really valuable, 10,000 for two months of summer vacation." She no longer doubted our relationship. "Then I'll give you a 50% discount, 5,000, I'll sell it to you." "I wouldn't dare, otherwise if Miss Zhang gets angry, I'll lose my job."

Chapter 013 Sleepless Nights The company's working hours are 9 to 5, with a two-hour lunch break, which means only six hours of work, three hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon. Shanghai is a megacity with a huge urban area, and many people spend up to four hours a day just commuting
. Half of the company's employees are from Shanghai, with many others from other parts of the country. Aside from married employees and those renting their own apartments, the company owns several residential buildings in Xinzhuang as employee dormitories. The company has real estate development investments, and the dormitory buildings were originally intended for future sale
; however, the vacant units are currently used by employees. The original dormitory complex was located near Jinjiang Amusement Park and Hongmei Road, but after property prices soared, the dormitories were moved to Xinzhuang, where the subway provides relatively convenient transportation. The original complex is still being sold as
residential housing . The company's employees are mostly white-collar workers, and some who joined earlier and had some savings bought the properties at cost price. When the company invested in the land in Xinzhuang, the subway hadn't even opened yet; a few years later, land prices skyrocketed. Due to the price difference
, the company practically got the Xinzhuang employee housing complex for free. This shows that while the real estate industry is high-risk, a good opportunity can yield astonishing profits. Among the beautiful women, Xu Qing and Zhao Lin both got married last year and own luxury apartments in the city center, while Zhang Ning also owns an apartment. Chen Fei and Fang Xiuyun are from Shanghai. The other three aren't locals: Lou Ying is from Hangzhou, and Tian Jingjing is from Suzhou, which isn't too far
from home —only a two-hour train ride, so they can go home on weekends. Fang Xiaoyi is from Beijing and has relatives in Shanghai; she's some kind of high-ranking officer in the military. The three of them share a nearly 200-square-meter, three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Because they're
senior employees, the apartment is in a company-owned complex on Hongmei Road, where most of the company's managers work. It's also near the subway, making it much more convenient than for ordinary employees in Xinzhuang—less than half an hour's commute. As I was about to leave work, Fang Xiaoyi whispered in my ear, "You're going to be sleepless again tonight." "I'm so pitiful, will you stay with me tonight?" "I'm not going to stay with you, you little pervert." After work, I went back to my hotel room alone. I'd been in Shanghai for three nights already, and this was the first time I'd finally slept in a hotel. The room fees for the previous two nights were wasted—456 yuan for two nights! I don't usually spend that much in a month. Anyway, Zhang Ning told me to stay somewhere nice
and she'd reimburse me later. After dinner and a shower, I stayed quietly in my room. I dared not go back to being a gigolo again; this time I'd encountered a sadist, and next time I might catch some kind of sexually transmitted disease. When you're unlucky, even drinking cold water can cause problems. I hadn't called home for two days, so I wanted to let them know I was safe, otherwise, things wouldn't be easy when I got back. Sure enough, as soon as my older sister heard it was me, she gave me a thorough dressing-down. "You little devil, you've been gone for two days and haven't even called! Don't you know how worried your family is?" I had no choice but to quickly apologize and beg for forgiveness; a crying child doesn't suffer. After much coaxing, she calmed down. Then I asked how my exams went and how things were in Shanghai. Of course, I wouldn't tell her about what had happened in the past two days, so I made up an excuse. My sister didn't quite believe me, but she couldn't come to Shanghai to verify, so she had to let it go.
I browsed the internet and chatted with some netizens. When Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi asked me about my time in Shanghai, I made up an excuse and went to check on them. Then I went to various securities websites to carefully analyze the financial data of various companies and pick out some potential stocks. I didn't play any games and just logged off. Tonight, I finally had some free time, so I took out my books from my bag and started studying. I know that knowledge is needed for everything these days, and without a college degree, you can't find a good job. As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm," so I need to start studying early. However, I'm
not studying high school courses, but self-study textbooks. I also want to be like my eldest and second eldest sisters and get a college diploma by the time I graduate from high school. I want to graduate early, find a good job, and repay my sisters for raising me. I don't know who I am. Even who my parents are, my family, my birthday, and my birthplace are all unknown because my eldest sister picked me up from the hospital. My history begins at the age of six; before that, it's a blank slate. Not only me, but everyone else
knows nothing about . My eldest sister told me that I was brought to the hospital on a stormy afternoon. I was completely naked, as if struck by lightning, unconscious, but without any obvious external injuries. The policeman who brought me said he found me by the roadside
; I was lying there alone, with no one else around. I woke up several days later, and the doctors discovered I had complete amnesia, unable to remember anything, apparently a sequela of the lightning strike. Because they didn't know my origins and no one had placed a missing child report in the newspaper or at the police station,
they were considering sending me to an orphanage. At that time, my eldest sister was 16 years old and was in the hospital caring for her paralyzed father. My eldest sister's life was very unfortunate. Her mother died in childbirth, and her second sister was her father's and stepmother's child. When she was 15, her parents were in a car accident; her stepmother and younger brother died instantly, and her father was seriously
injured , paralyzed in the hospital, and passed away three years later. My second sister was only 7 years old when the car accident happened. To take care of our father and second sister, my eldest sister gave up a promising future . After graduating from junior high school, she attended a nursing school so that tuition would be waived, she could study medicine to care for our father, and she could start
working early to support the family. At the time, she was a top student, consistently ranking among the top three in her grade. If she hadn't gone to nursing school, she could have entered the prestigious No. 5 Middle School without taking the entrance exam, and after three years, she would have been guaranteed admission to Tsinghua or Peking University. Her teachers had tried to persuade her to give up all tuition
and provide scholarships, but my eldest sister reluctantly gave it up for the sake of our father and second sister. My eldest sister heard about a boy who had been electrocuted and came to see him. She noticed that I looked almost exactly like her younger brother who had died in the car accident. A thought struck her, and she took me to see our father. It was as if our younger brother had been reborn. Our father was the
only doted on his younger brother. His death was a blow to him no less than another car accident. Seeing me, our father seemed to see his younger brother again; his previously lifeless body rallied. My eldest sister later arranged for my adoption. Because my brother and I are similar in age and appearance
, everything, including my name and birthday, was borrowed from my younger brother's birth information. My father wanted me to inherit the Ye family bloodline. Later, on his deathbed, he held my eldest sister's hand and asked her to take good care of me as if I were his own brother. People had advised my eldest sister and father against
adopting a child of unknown origin, as they were already struggling to care for themselves. But my eldest sister still took me in. Since the car accident, our family had little income, relying entirely on the compensation and pensions from my parents' workplaces. Besides caring for my father in the hospital, my eldest sister also looked after my second sister and me, and worked on holidays. My second sister and I were practically raised by my eldest sister
alone , and life was always very hard. I vowed that when I grew up, I would earn a lot of money to repay my eldest sister. In my heart, my eldest sister could completely replace my mother, whom I didn't even know. Although my sister reluctantly gave up the opportunity to attend a top-tier middle school and instead went to a vocational nursing school, she never gave up her ambition. With her academic achievements, the vocational nursing school courses were child's play; she excelled in every subject. Starting from her second year, my eldest sister began taking self-study
exams , registering for four subjects each time, eight a year. Back then, there were no opportunities for retakes like now; if you failed the first time, you had to wait for the next one. My eldest sister was known for her intelligence. She only attended a vocational high school, where some basic courses were even less advanced than those in regular high school, but she managed to skip
several grades and directly pursue university courses. She chose the relatively simple major of accounting, a humanities subject, which had little connection to some of the science subjects in high school, so she did relatively well on the exams. Only Advanced Mathematics (I) gave her a headache; she passed it on her third attempt
. She attended vocational nursing school during the day, and in the evenings and on Sundays, she had to go to the hospital to accompany her father. At home, she also had to take care of us, only managing to study in her spare time. It was truly a tough life, and she was always very thin. After I started working, my father passed away, and my second sister and I were older, so we had more time to study
. Later, she obtained four diplomas: a bachelor's degree in accounting, an associate's degree in nursing, an associate's degree in pharmacy, and a bachelor's degree in pharmacy. She also passed the highly sought-after exams for Certified Public Accountant (CPA) and Certified Pharmacist. Because of the work experience requirement for the nursing bachelor's degree, she enrolled relatively
late and is still only missing the last two exams. Only my eldest sister works in our family, so daily life is naturally very difficult. However, my second sister and I are quite ambitious and never complain. My second sister works part-time at a shopping mall in her spare time, and like my eldest sister, she started taking self-study exams in high school. My second sister
is excellent at English, so she enrolled in an English major. She has now passed all her courses; the results came out in early June, and she will receive her graduation certificate in December after completing the graduation application. Of course, I don't want to fall behind, so I also need to start studying from high school to prove those who looked down on me. When my eldest sister took me in, I suffered amnesia, possibly due to a lightning strike or something else, and I know nothing about my past. No, I can understand what others are saying, and besides the local dialect, I can also speak Mandarin, but I don't know my own name or home address
. Because my origins are unknown, I was adopted as "Ye Zixin," who died in a car accident more than half a year ago. When processing the adoption procedures, my older sister had to go to great lengths to "revive" Ye Zixin, whose household registration had been cancelled, and she had to ask many people for help. So I became Ye Zixin, and my age was 6 years old. Perhaps because of amnesia, my grades in elementary school were always extremely poor. I would forget what I learned in class as soon as class ended, and I would fail every test. The teachers were extremely troubled by me and even made me take an IQ test, wanting to classify me as "mentally challenged" so that my grades would
n't be included in the school's ranking. But the test results showed that my IQ was actually a little higher than most of the students in the class, which made them both angry and helpless, and they were also confused. In junior high school, my grades were also a mess, and I liked to fidget in class. For this, Liu Ruolan often punished me by making me stand, lock me in class, write self-criticisms, and do chores. But ever since I had a relationship with my older sister during the summer vacation after my first year of junior high, it's like I suddenly had a breakthrough.
My memory improved dramatically, and my grades started to rise. In my first year, I was among the bottom students in my class, but by the end of my second year, I was in the middle, which allowed me to stay in Class 3 of the third year. During the summer vacation after my second year, I had another "intimate encounter" with Liu Ruolan
. With her tutoring, plus my older sister's guidance at home, my grades jumped to the top ten, and this semester I've consistently maintained a top-six ranking. Now I'm going to high school, and like my two older sisters, I'll be starting university early. My science grades aren't very good, mainly because my foundation was too weak before, and it's hard to catch up in a short time. I think it's better to study humanities. Although Liu Ruolan teaches English, and with her help,
my English grades have improved significantly, I don't really like memorizing vocabulary. I'll probably study accounting like my older sister. I've registered for two subjects, and the exams are in October. I just received the books recently; they're still brand new. I enrolled in two general education courses: "Principles of Marxist Philosophy" and "
Legal Foundations and Moral Cultivation." These will be necessary regardless of my final major. The former is a bit advanced, but I can understand it. I took some of the latter in junior high, so passing both shouldn't be too difficult. I know that to have a good life, I need to study hard now so I can find a good job later. Although I might have the natural talent to be a gigolo, it's not a lifelong career.

Chapter 14 Being a gigolo isn't an ideal profession. It has low social status, poor working conditions (firstly, many women are considered unattractive, and secondly, there's the risk of contracting STDs or even AIDS), and it's physically demanding, essentially a job that relies on youth. I read online that the average "working lifespan" in this line of work
is three years. After three years, physical strength is exhausted, and one can no longer do the job; some even lose their normal sexual ability. However, the market entry barrier is low. As long as you're handsome and have "stamina," you can get the job. For me, it's truly the best candidate for this profession, possessing a natural advantage. As the saying goes, everyone has their own unique talent, and mine is specifically for being a gigolo. My looks are undeniable; from childhood to adulthood, every girl has liked me. I also have
five natural treasures: "saliva for beauty," "body fragrance for aphrodisiacs," "an incorrigible tongue," "a jade pestle for good fortune," and "vital energy for beauty." These treasures seem somewhat strange; I don't understand why, perhaps it's related to my unusual background. The strange things about my body started appearing gradually after I turned ten. It began with "saliva beauty." I slept with my older sister since I was little, and sometimes I'd dream about delicious food. When I woke up, my saliva would be soaking her arm, as if I'd mistaken her hand for something tasty. My sister was both
angry and amused; thankfully, I hadn't bitten her. Later, my sister noticed her arms became exceptionally white and smooth, and even the scars from childhood cuts gradually disappeared. After several experiments, it turned out my saliva had miraculous beauty effects, making women's skin delicate
and smooth , fading scars, and over time, giving their skin a refined and elegant fragrance. My sister couldn't figure out why and didn't tell anyone, lest I be seen as a monster or used as a guinea pig. From then on, I became my two older sisters' exclusive
cosmetic, saving them a lot of money on cosmetics. Colleagues at the hospital often asked my sister what expensive perfumes and beauty products she used. She said she didn't use any, but they didn't believe her, saying it must have been a gift from a wealthy man. My two older sisters were already beautiful, and with my beauty
regimen , they became even more radiant. Many CEOs and wealthy men pursued my eldest sister; some sent her flowers daily, picked her up from the hospital in their cars, and others went even further, getting injections of things like immunoglobulin even when they weren't sick, all just to get closer to her. As I grew older, starting at twelve, I began to emit a faint, delicate fragrance, only noticeable up close. My sisters, after smelling it for a while, would gradually feel their bodies heat up and their hearts flutter. My body odor had become an aphrodisiac, making my older sister
afraid to get too close to me and warning me not to get too close to other women, including female classmates. My eldest sister was ten years older than me, twenty-two at the time, and had been working for several years; she already had many suitors. For my and my second sister's sake, she ignored them, but she was, after all, an adult, and with my lingering fragrance,
she couldn't help but . We slept together, and she would hold me and let me kiss her, basically playing a game of "fake love." But I seemed to have a talent for it, mastering it without a teacher, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure every time. After only a dozen or so times, my oral and manual skills were enough to make her
climax every time. My second sister had seen the results of my eldest sister's beauty treatments and also pestered me to do beauty treatments for her. Since I hadn't developed yet, my eldest sister let her have her way, but only to a certain extent. Although we were siblings, we weren't blood relatives, so there weren't many concerns or worries about incest. Two years passed
like this , and my two older sisters became even more beautiful. My eldest sister was considered the "hospital beauty" at the hospital, and my second sister, who was two years older than me, was also considered beautiful at school. By this time, I was 14 years old, and my body fragrance was even stronger. My tongue skills had also improved, making my eldest sister's heart flutter. What used to be a tongue bath once every ten days now happened almost once or twice a week, and she wouldn't stop until she climaxed in my mouth each time. My
body has become cool in summer and warm in winter, especially in summer. Since we don't have air conditioning, as long as they sleep close to me, a cool sensation will transfer from their skin to their bodies. That night was another hot day. My eldest sister and I were lying in bed watching TV. Because of my "air conditioning" effect, we didn't feel too hot. My eldest sister hadn't been able to play with me properly for a long time because my second sister had also been sleeping with us. Usually, she would just let me lick her hands and face for beauty purposes. Today,
my second sister went to a classmate's house and wouldn't be back tonight. Smelling my fragrance, she couldn't help but feel a little aroused, and she put her legs up on my body. I understood and knelt down between her legs, gently licking her. I've been playing the role of my eldest sister's "male concubine" for almost two years now, engaging in these fake love games. At first, because I hadn't developed yet, I didn't feel anything. But now I'm 14 years old, and my body has started to develop. Lately, my little brother has been feeling swollen and hot. I told my eldest sister, and she said
it meant I was about to become an adult. I said that when I grew up, I would definitely marry my sister. My older sister said she'd already considered me her little husband. These past few days, my little brother has been painfully swollen. I heard from some guys in my class that they've all had their "fountain experiment" (nocturnal emissions), and their little brothers have gotten hard several times. Looks like my "fountain experiment" might be coming soon. I cupped my sister's pink buttocks and skillfully sucked on them. Today, my sister was really wet. Thanks to my care, her vulva was pink and had an alluring fragrance. Even her vaginal fluid was sweet and fragrant, unlike the sour and pungent smell described in books. Her
labia gripped my tongue, tightening and loosening, and her vaginal fluid flowed endlessly. I didn't even have time to swallow before my mouth was full. My tongue didn't stop, and my hands weren't idle either. One hand reached for her breasts; my sister's breasts were already erect. I pinched her nipples, squeezing and kneading them
, occasionally pulling on them. Before long, my sister couldn't hold back any longer. Her nipples hardened and hardened, like little cherries, and she began to moan softly. Afraid of making too much noise, she bit the pillow and held my hand down, preventing me from squeezing her, yet she couldn't bear to give up that tingling sensation. My
other hand caressed her legs and feet. My sister's legs were beautiful, slender and long, smooth and delicate skin from the frequent licking they received. I think my current fondness for kissing women's feet is largely due to my frequent kissing of my sister's legs.
When it's hot, I always glance at women wearing high-heeled sandals on the street, especially those with delicate, small feet; I always want to kiss them. Of course, the owner of those beautiful feet has to be a beautiful woman. A few times, I saw women whose backs were so beautiful they looked like angels, but when I chased after them,
I felt like throwing up my dinner from the night before. I have a special gratitude for my sister. She hasn't dated anyone because of us; I'm willing to do anything to make her happy. Besides, licking her feet and her vulva isn't too difficult. At first, I felt a little dirty, but
then I saw in porn that the female leads seemed to enjoy having men lick their vaginas, so I tried it, and my sister was extremely excited. My body hadn't fully developed yet, so I couldn't do it with real penises, leaving only my hands and tongue as my tools. Comparatively, my sister preferred me to
serve her with my tongue. Normally, my tongue could also serve her breasts, but after I licked her, her breasts became even more pointed and full. I was afraid that if this continued, she would become like our Hong Kong version of Amy Yip. I asked my sister why she wouldn't let me use my fingers, and she shyly said that she liked the hot and swollen feeling when I licked her with my tongue. Sometimes my tongue would curl up and become hard, although it wasn't as hard or long as the real thing, it
was more flexible, probing and exploring inside her vagina, which excited her immensely. Plus, my saliva had a beautifying effect on the skin, and licking her vagina had a miraculous aphrodisiac effect, making "lovemaking" with my tongue no less effective than real penises. So, I could lick or caress
any other , but only her vulva and jade feet required my tongue to serve them. Soon, under my tongue's onslaught, my sister released her yin essence. I felt that today's yin essence was particularly cool in my mouth, and my tongue began to numb, swell, and harden—harder and longer than ever before. My sister was riding on my head, thrusting up and down, and with a downward thrust, she pressed her suddenly
hardened tongue against mine. A soft moan escaped her lips, and a stream of virgin blood flowed into my mouth. Because I often let her tongue penetrate deep into her vulva, it didn't hurt as much as I had imagined, but I still dared not move too much for a moment. Having lost her virginity, my sister let go and stopped.
After resting for a while, we slowly resumed our playful actions. I swallowed my sister's virgin blood, feeling a warm sensation in my lower abdomen and a throbbing sensation in my genitals. Before I knew it, my penis was erect. My sister, burning with desire, saw my erection and, without a second thought, straddled me, positioning my penis against
her vulva began to stroke me with abandon… Ever since my sister and I gave each other our first time, she had become even kinder to me. No, my first time was with my sister's vagina, but her first time was with my tongue. My sister was a nurse, and she knew I shouldn't be too indulgent in sex during puberty, but she couldn't control herself. Every time she smelled my scent, she was aroused. Now that she had tasted the pleasure, she was addicted and never tired of it. To repay my older sister, I naturally had to
accompany her, even at the cost of my life. At first, we made love almost every night. Later, I discovered that my penis could no longer achieve an erection on its own; it only regained its vitality after tasting her love fluid. Furthermore, my penis stopped changing from that point on, as if it had stopped growing, and even its color stopped turning black.
Fortunately , my testicles and the rest of my body developed normally, which put my mind at ease. As time went on, apart from my genitals being different from ordinary people, I also had special abilities such as saliva that could beautify, skin like an air conditioner, and fragrance that could be used as an aphrodisiac. Other than that, nothing seemed abnormal, which
finally put my sister at ease. She believed that this was a special ability I developed after being struck by lightning when I was a child. I wish I were an alien from another planet, or even from another dimension. My sister said I had read too many fantasy novels and had gone mad. Damn it, of all the special abilities
, I was given this one that made me a gigolo. I only knew about prostitutes before, but I never thought there were male prostitutes, let alone gay male prostitutes who sold their bodies. My knowledge of male prostitutes mainly came from a few Hong Kong and Taiwanese films about male prostitutes. In Taiwan, male prostitutes are generally called "niulang" (牛郎), while in Hong Kong they are mostly called "wunan" (舞男
). Is Hong Kong's dance hall industry particularly developed? In films about male prostitutes, Simon Yam is an absolute master. I can't believe a male prostitute could be so dashing, driving nice cars and living in nice houses. But the film that influenced me the most was another one, I think it was called "The Story of the Cowherd." The protagonist was unemployed and
couldn't find work, so he became a male prostitute out of desperation. A senior colleague asked him to stick out his tongue, then looked at his genitals and said, "With such a long tongue and such a large endowment, it would be a waste not to be a male prostitute." I'm quite confident in my tongue skills. As for my endowment, it's a treasure that's useful but not for show. Normally it's small, like it hasn't even developed, but once erect, it surpasses that of an average adult, and its size automatically changes according to a woman's needs. What's more, I
have a unique beauty patent; it would be a real waste not to be a male prostitute. My family is currently relying solely on my sister's income, which is too difficult. I think this is a good way to make a living. What truly led me into the world of male prostitutes was the "tutoring incident" before the start of my final year of junior high. During that time, Liu Ruolan and I had an intimate encounter. Over the next academic year, she introduced me to three clients. The first was her cousin, a year older than her. Her husband
had died in a car accident a year prior, leaving her a two-year-old daughter, two million yuan in assets, and a small company. The second was Liu Ruolan's classmate from elementary school to university. Her husband suffered from erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation, making him unable to satisfy her. The third was
introduced through Liu Ruolan's cousin—a friend and client of her cousin. They shared a similar plight, but her husband had died of illness, and they hadn't had children, leaving behind a large company. She was a major client of Liu Ruolan's cousin's company; clearly, she was using me as bait in a "honey trap."
Another client was Zhang Ning, whom I met after her car accident last year. Initially, I used a tongue bath to remove the scars on her face and legs. As you can imagine, after several full-body tongue baths, she became my "client." She was also the only
virgin among my four clients. Women always value their first man very much, and I became Zhang Ning's "favorite".

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