Nostalgia

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This happened more than forty years ago. The War of Resistance against Japan was nearing its end, and I fled with my family to a small town in the nearby mountains to escape the chaos. I was a sixteen-year-old boy, just beginning to develop. Because my father and second brother were separated from us by the army, my mother, younger siblings, and I depended on my second older sister. She was already married, and her husband held a deputy manager position in the transportation department of a large government agency. However, the salaries of civil servants at that time were pitifully meager, and compared to soaring prices, life was extremely difficult. Although I was only a first-year high school student, I had to find a small job to help support the family. Thanks to my brother-in-law's connections, I was easily placed in his subordinate agency as a lowly "escort." Although it was a basic job, it carried considerable power! I escorted six vehicles, and the drivers were the most sought-after men at the time. Their extra income was so high that it even surpassed that of a specially appointed official. It was said, "With the sound of the motor, gold pours in." Common extra income included "fishing for yellow croaker"—meaning giving rides to unauthorized passengers, "fishing for turtles"—carrying smuggled goods, and "drinking old wine"—skimming gasoline. Back then, transportation in the rear relied entirely on highways. Moreover, there were few vehicles, many fleeing passengers, and they were all wealthy merchants and tycoons, who could demand whatever price they wanted. Therefore, these drivers who came from Myanmar were all loaded with cash. Besides indulging in extravagant eating and gambling, each of them also brought a wife from Sichuan to enjoy themselves. Although they were mostly uneducated and somewhat rough, these Sichuan wives were all top-notch and beautiful female students. They were not only young and beautiful, but also charming and romantic. I was their superior, and seeing that I had powerful connections, they were extremely polite to me, vying to flatter and fawn over me. Although I was only a sixteen-year-old at the time, I had developed like an adult, strong and quite handsome. Therefore, the young wives they brought all became very affectionate with me. We often drove through remote and impoverished mountain areas, staying at simple inns at night. The drivers all treated me like an immature child; they would go off to gamble and drink at the homes of the villagers, leaving me and the women in the inn to watch over the goods and luggage. When I first arrived, I was very well-behaved, staying alone in my room, not saying a word. Soon, however, these bolder women began to seduce me in every way imaginable. They would use excuses like borrowing novels or inviting me to play cards to lure me into their rooms and pester me relentlessly. I would simply pretend I didn't know how to play cards to avoid falling into their clutches. To be honest, it wasn't that I didn't want women; as a young man full of vigor, my sexual urges were strong enough. I was just afraid of them finding out, especially afraid of it getting back to my family and being ridiculed, so I had to pretend to be proper. These sluts are incredibly bold. No matter how serious you try to be, they'll still surround you, shamelessly trying to grope you. Sometimes they'll touch my face and say, "Your face looks just like a girl's." Others will pinch my thigh hard and say, "Look at you, you little bookworm, so silly." Especially the prettiest one, Lizhi, she'll simply cling to me, groping and touching me all over. It's really too much for me, making me blush and my heart pound wildly. One night, I was reading a novel, right when the male and female protagonists were passionately in love, when suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was them again, so I ignored it and called out from outside, "Hey, little brother, open the door." As soon as I heard that sweet, coquettish voice, I knew it was Lizhi. "What's the matter?" "Open the door quickly, I have something to tell you." I had no choice but to open the door. Oh my! I was so shocked I almost jumped up. Except for her bra and panties, her entire body was exposed. Her breasts were high and firm, and only a slit covered her lower body, with most of her pubic hair showing. Her seductive eyes radiated lustful fire as she pounced on me. She hugged me tightly and kissed me forcefully. Her hand reached into my crotch, grasped my penis, and rubbed and squeezed it wildly. My little cucumber became hard after just a little touch, ready to be erected. "You little devil, still pretending to be honest? Look at that big cock of yours, you must have slept with plenty of women." With that, she pulled me down onto the bed. This slut was truly horrible; she simply unhooked her bra and panties, lying naked on her back on the edge of the bed, hooking her legs around me and pressing me down onto her. Her body was incredibly alluring; her skin was as smooth and delicate as alabaster, her breasts protruding like two bombs, her lower abdomen smooth, and her vulva high and prominent, the entrance hidden by thick pubic hair, dripping wetly with her juices. Her face was as red as a peach blossom, with two large, watery eyes, a small, delicate, straight nose, and a cherry-like mouth that, under the light, truly resembled a captivating crabapple blossom. Her teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, her eyes were alluring, and my desire was instantly ignited. Just as I was about to take off my clothes and get on top of her, I heard someone calling, "Lizhi, Lizhi, your husband is home looking for you." Hearing this, she quickly put on her trousers and left, saying softly as she went, "Little brother, I'll come again when I have time," while kissing me. This really got me into a frenzy; my desire was burning so intensely that I couldn't stand it anymore. My penis was erect like an iron rod, and I was so angry that I gritted my teeth. I pushed open the door, thinking of going for a walk to forget everything that had just happened. As I strolled along the path in the fields, I suddenly heard a strange breathing sound coming from the grove of trees ahead. Driven by curiosity, I followed the sound and walked to a large tree. By then, the sound was clearly audible. "You rascal, what's wrong with you today? You're as weak as a dead pig." It was a woman's voice. "I drove all day, how could I have that much energy?" "Ouch! Tsk...tsk...that was quite satisfying...good man..." "Mmm...mmm..." the man said, "I used all my strength." "Dear brother, you're really going at it now, deeper, that's where it itches...deeper...ah...yes...dear father..." In the dim moonlight, I saw a man and a woman passionately engaging in illicit lovemaking in a corner of the tree roots. The man was on top of the woman, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, thrusting in and out of her vagina with each stroke. The woman hooked her arms around his neck, rubbing her buttocks against him to meet his thrusts, moaning incessantly, "Dear brother... mmm... big cock brother... so good... you really have a strong aftereffect... the more you thrust, the more powerful it gets..." "Little cunt! You say I'm no good, but I'm going to fuck your cunt until it's raw." Strangely, this woman looked petite and frail, while I knew the driver, a six-foot-tall, two-hundred-pound fat man. Not only was she not afraid of his fierce and violent thrusting, but she seemed to enjoy it more and more with each thrust. At the time, I was quite puzzled. Watching them both ecstatically indulging in pleasure only fueled my desire. My penis grew harder and harder, throbbing against my crotch, threatening to burst forth. As I watched their union with rapt attention, a woman happened to pass by. She walked straight ahead with her head down, oblivious to my presence. Upon closer inspection, I recognized her as Old Liu's wife, Yaqin. What was she doing here? I was very puzzled. Yaqin quietly passed by the trees and entered a dark patch of grass, waist-high. She sat down and softly called out, "Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang." A whistle rang out, and a tall young man approached her. Without a word, they began their lovemaking on the spot. This couple was even more intense. The one called Xiao Wang held her in his arms, sitting face to face. He put her legs on his shoulders, and after they both undressed, they started having sex while seated. The man squeezed her breasts tightly, while the woman twisted her hips, using her labia to tease and play with his penis as much as possible. She seemed to be very happy, moaning and groaning. I kept secretly watching. Then I turned to look at the couple from before—each with their own positions, more exciting and thrilling than watching a movie. The sounds of their intercourse, moaning and groaning, filled the air, like a wonderful melody. Only I, the poor spectator, felt lonely and isolated. After the stimulation of this scene, I began to be swept away by lust. When those women came to bother me again, I couldn't pretend anymore. First and foremost, it was Lizhi who gave me my first taste of womanhood. One night, she knocked on my door. I opened it and pulled her into a long kiss. It lasted a full ten minutes; her soft, warm tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it—it was as sweet as honey. I grasped her large breasts and caressed them, feeling a complete sense of pleasure. Before I knew it, I became rough, kneading and pinching them roughly. I placed her on the edge of the bed, easily removed her bra and panties, then took off my own clothes, climbed on top of her, and, imitating them, spread her legs apart, placed them on my shoulders, and then thrust my rock-hard penis into her wide-open vagina. She moaned with extreme pleasure. I played with her breasts and touched her buttocks while thrusting hard. She closed her alluring eyes, grinned, and panted, her face showing an even more wanton expression of being fucked. She said lasciviously, "Little devil, you're so experienced. You usually pretend to be honest, but you're really precocious! Oh, your penis is too long and too big, be gentle! Slow down!" She clamped my glans with her vaginal opening, rubbing her buttocks as she met my thrusts. I felt her vagina was tight and hot, and it felt incredibly pleasurable to penetrate her. Especially her gripping motions, which stimulated my large penis to swell and grow even larger. I thrust into her vagina and said, "Your vagina is so small...""I'm going to thrust hard, are you scared?" "Tsk tsk! Hmm! Thrust in, go ahead and fuck me as hard as you want! You really know how to fuck... dear brother... oh... so... good... I'm dying... so happy..." "Little darling, you're driving this cunt crazy..." I thrust harder and harder, it was so pleasurable, her firm breasts, round and firm buttocks, and her fair skin were soft and smooth, every nerve felt tingly and itchy when I touched them. I fucked her for more than ten minutes, because I had no experience with vaginal penetration, I fucked her wildly and wildly, and in a wave of pleasure, I couldn't hold back the pleasure and ejaculated. I felt my penis tremble and shoot out like I was urinating. She gave me her hot, thick semen, and I ejaculated wildly, releasing a large amount of vaginal fluid. Even after I ejaculated, my penis was still rock hard, and I thrust into her dozens more times before it went soft. Lizhi got up and poured half a basin of water from the thermos, first washing me clean, then washing herself as well. With a coquettish smile on her face, she said, "Little brother, I only now realize you're a good boy, you've never done this before." "Why do you say that?" "Because your way of penetrating is different from experienced men." "How is it different?" I asked curiously. "When they penetrate, they know how to prolong the pleasure, and they understand how to satisfy a woman wholeheartedly." "How do they penetrate?" I pressed. "Hahahaha..." She laughed like a flower, "They don't thrust as fiercely as you do, like a storm." "Oh?" "They pay attention to the woman's reaction, responding quickly when needed and slowly when appropriate!" She said, as if giving me a 'sex lesson,' "Use the intensity and speed according to the other person's response, alternating between them." "I still don't understand!" "You should stay calm, like a warrior calmly responding!" As she spoke, she moved closer to me, teasing my penis, saying, "Let's learn through action, that's easier to understand." My penis immediately became erect again after her teasing. I started practicing according to her instructions. This time, I wasn't as impatient as before. I first rubbed the head of my penis against her sensitive labia, stimulating her to produce a large amount of vaginal fluid. Only when she started to get aroused did I insert my penis into her vagina. Under her guidance, I started thrusting slowly and gradually increased the speed and depth, following her principle of "nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust," slowly inserting and quickly withdrawing until her eyes were slightly closed, she was panting heavily, and she reached an extremely wanton climax. I then launched a rapid and forceful attack, making her rapidly rotate her hips to meet my thrusts, and she said wantonly, "Little brother, mmm, you're so smart, oh oh...it feels so good..." I thrust even harder, penetrating her core deeply. "Little rascal, that's it... tsk tsk... hurry up and rub towards the clitoris... that's it! Oh... um... so pleasurable..." I calmly responded, unmoved by her cries of pleasure, coldly thrusting slowly but powerfully. She was truly an excellent sex teacher, not only bringing me to the peak of pleasure but also extending the time by two times, penetrating her for a full hour. When I ejaculated again, tingling with intense pleasure, she had already passed out from my penetration. Several minutes later, she slowly woke up, hugging my neck and kissing me incessantly, even biting my neck hard with her teeth. Having experienced the pleasure of penetration, and with this alluring mentor, I developed an uncontrollable fascination with sex. On one hand, I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex, and on the other hand, I wanted to pursue the techniques of sex. These six drivers' wives became my research tools and playthings for venting my frustrations. I had sex with them one by one, finding that each woman was different: some liked gentle and considerate, tender thrusting, while others wanted hard and vigorous penetration... and I could satisfy them all. The wives who slept with me and provided for my penetration were sometimes many, sometimes one, but most of the time, two women would sandwich me in the middle, embracing me from both sides, enjoying endless bliss. While I was being penetrated in the left vagina, I would use my tongue instead of my penis to lick the right vagina, taking turns, becoming their shared lover. Besides Lizhi, Guiying was the best in bed. In addition to her perfect figure, her vagina was exquisitely beautiful. It resembled a "white steamed bun," with thick, soft, and glossy black pubic hair. Her vulva was high and prominent, her labia red and tender, her vagina deep and narrow, and her clitoris like an elastic rubber band. Each time I rubbed against it, it would grip my glans like a baby suckling, squeezing and releasing, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. So Lizhi and Guiying had sex with me almost every night. Unfortunately, good times don't last, and happiness is fleeting. The war soon ended, and I became a student again. The wives also parted ways with me as the government offices were restored and I moved to the provincial capital. (Chapter Two) My school had many beautiful and sexy female teachers and classmates. Their allure and romance surpassed even the prostitutes I later encountered! One English teacher, Wang Bixia, was particularly outstanding. She had a beautiful face, two captivating, watery eyes, a pair of ample breasts, a slender waist, a round, plump bottom, and fair, smooth skin. She liked handsome male students and would often flirt with them during class, trying to seduce them. In reality, she was only twenty years old, and due to her petite figure, strangers often mistook her for a female student! Her English was extremely fluent and standard, with a beautiful, magnetic voice; it sounded even better than Bai Guang singing. Many male classmates had had sexual relations with her, and their boasts about her amazing skills in bed made me secretly yearn for her. One day after class, she said to me, "Kang Jiahua, come to my dorm tonight, I need to talk to you about something." She gave me a flirtatious wink, and I knew what she meant, secretly delighted. After dinner, I made a point of grooming myself, brushing my hair until it shone, and wearing a fashionable red shirt. I hopped on my bicycle and headed to our meeting. Knocking on the door, I saw Ms. Wang dressed exceptionally elegantly. She invited me to sit down and said, "Jiahua, I heard you're very active at school and like activities, is that right?" "Yes, but they're all legitimate activities," I replied. "Don't you like dancing?" "I only dance with my female classmates for fun, I've never been to a dance hall." "Who are you closest to?" she asked, her big eyes fixed on me. "I'm close to every female classmate," I replied. "I'm not talking about that, I'm asking who your lover is?" "I...I..." I stammered, unable to continue. She smiled charmingly without speaking, and got up to call for a waitress to bring drinks and food. "Don't be shy, let me treat you to something, come on!" She sat facing me, raising her glass to drink with me. The slight buzz from the alcohol made her even more beautiful, like a flower. I also felt unusually hot and aroused. She gave me seductive glances, her eyes sparkling with desire. I inhaled the scent of her hair and flesh, and my desire surged. My penis hardened, pressing against my crotch like an iron rod. She seemed even more aroused than I was, her large, watery eyes trying to seduce me, her high breasts trembling. "You're truly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said. "You're quite the young man, no wonder all those female students are surrounding you." She stood up, walked to my side, and placed her hand on my shoulder, caressing it. She said lasciviously, "Come on! Let me see how well you dance." A maid moved the tables and chairs aside, turned on the record player, and the fiery rock music was intoxicating. We embraced each other and danced to the rhythm. Holding such a beautiful woman in my arms, I felt an indescribable excitement. To win her favor, I used the latest fancy steps to dance with her. Her dancing skills were truly superb; her steps were light and smooth, her body agile. I held her slender waist tightly, and she pressed her pink face against my cheek, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, feeling like a fully inflated ball—firm yet soft. My other hand roamed over her body, caressing and playing with her as much as possible. The music was so intense, and our gentle politeness turned into roughness. My hands roughly rubbed her breasts, back, and buttocks, and she offered her lips to me in a passionate kiss, while digging into the muscles of my back with her hands. She boldly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her alabaster-white skin, which made my caresses even more intoxicating. Finally, we stripped naked and embraced each other, wildly fondling each other. She played with my glans with her hand, then inserted it into her vagina, rotating and thrusting to the rhythm. This "sexual dance" made me feel like I was on cloud nine, and she breathed heavily with her starry eyes slightly closed, feeling like she was in heaven. The music became more and more frenzied, and so did I. I thrust, making her tremble all over until she lay back, spreading her legs and hooking them around my waist, her hands tightly wrapped around my neck. I also felt that I wasn't penetrating deep enough, and I couldn't reach the peak of excitement. Her lying on her back like this was exactly what I wanted. At this moment, I roughly played with her breasts, lifted my raging cock, aimed it at her pussy, and thrust it in hard with a "whoosh," this time all the way in, and then started pumping. She was more wanton than a prostitute, twisting her buttocks to meet my thrusts as I pounded into her, biting my neck and shoulders with her little mouth, rolling around like a mad dog. "Oh! Big cock brother, you're making my pussy feel so good, so numb and itchy...it feels so good...you really know how to play...tsk...mmm...good brother..." I thrust powerfully up and down, nine shallow and one deep, my hands roughly kneading her trembling body, varying the pressure and speed, making her wet with desire. "I've come twice already, honey, you're so good at it, oh oh! So good, good brother... fuck my pussy until it's raw, I'm going to die..." IWith a tempestuous pace, I thrust in and out, wanting to ravage her little hole, to crush it to pieces. She seemed like a long-abandoned widow; I fucked her for a full hour and a half, and she was still horny. "Heavy, faster... harder..." she said, pushing my buttocks down with her hands. I wished I could insert my balls too to subdue this slut. I pounded hard on her white, tender buttocks, and she said it felt good. When I was really tired of thrusting, I flipped her over, letting her lie on top of me. I said, "Slut, I'm too tired. You take the initiative and let me rest for a bit before I take care of you." She really did lie on top of me, using her vaginal opening to grip my glans, thrusting in and out hard. I didn't move at all, enjoying her wanton state; it was extremely amusing. After she had been playing with me for several tens of minutes and seemed a little exhausted, I had regained my energy and pushed her back down. This time I didn't say a word, conserving my strength, and thrust into her again and again, powerfully and slowly, mechanically pumping in and out. Despite her moans and cries, I remained calm and continued as before. Her signs of weakness began to emerge, and her tone became pitiful: "Dear husband...good old man...I give up...hurry up and thrust deeper...mmm...my good man...save my poor little hole...it's so...oh...I love it so much...good...oh...good brother...my little hole is so itchy...faster...faster..." This ignited my passion again. A second wave of frenzied thrusting came like a torrential downpour. I pumped rapidly, each time plunging deep into her core, pounding relentlessly. "Yes...so good...my good old man...savior...darling...oh...mmm..." "You insatiable slut," I said, thrusting violently. After a few dozen more thrusts, I finally succumbed to a surge of intense pleasure and ejaculated. She still wouldn't let me pull out. I was so exhausted I didn't even have the strength to get up. Despite her relentless pursuit, I had no choice but to leave like a defeated rooster. But I was incredibly resentful, plotting how to avenge this defeat and determined to conquer her. I sought advice from Old Huang, the brothel owner, who assured me he had a way to subdue her. He ripped me off for several tens of yuan before taking a box from the bookshelf. Opening it, he pulled out a furry thing and said, "This is the secret weapon for subduing sluts; it's a sheep's eye ring." He smiled mysteriously, "Don't underestimate this thing. Even the most wanton woman won't last half an hour before giving in." He showed me how to use it before I left. Back home, I followed his instructions, soaking it until it was soft. I put it on my glans, which looked ridiculous, like putting a furry hat on a little monk. With this secret weapon, I couldn't help but be overjoyed. I rested and recuperated for a few days, conserving my energy. When evening came, I was ready and headed straight to Teacher Wang's dormitory. She hugged me with a radiant smile and said, "Why haven't you come for several days? You've been avoiding me everywhere." "I was resting for a few days because I wasn't feeling well." "You look so good, no one would believe you're sick." She reached out and played with my big penis, and I didn't waste any more time. But afraid she would find out about my secret weapon, as I leaned over her, I turned off the lamp and secretly put a sheep's eye ring on the glans. I parted her legs and thrust my penis, clad in a woolen hat, inside her with a swift motion. She let out a soft "hmm," and my glans rubbed against her clitoris as I pumped in and out, brushing against her vaginal muscles like a brush. She moaned, "Ouch... what's going on? Ouch... what's in your glans? It's making me feel so itchy and painful... I feel so good!" She cried out, "Big penis brother... why are you... so fierce today... I can't take it... ouch..." I churned my glans violently inside her vagina, watching her bloodshot eyes and her panting, uncomfortable state. I felt an indescribable pleasure, ignoring her pleas and cries, and thrust as hard as I could inside her. "Ouch..." Then, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out. She looked like she was about to die from my penetration. I said proudly, "You cunt, you're finally submitting today!" "Good daddy...daddy...ouch...I submit, I submit...please pull your big cock out, my cunt is all wrecked, it's itchy...and it hurts...ouch..." I ignored her and continued to thrust and pound. Seeing her paralyzed like a dead person, her mouth open but unable to speak, I was determined to torment her, and I thrust even more violently. After half an hour of this, her hands went limp and powerless, her body was ice-cold, and only a wisp of breath remained in her throat before I finally pulled out my hot, rock-hard cock. I got up, poured myself a glass of brandy and gulped it down, embracing her until she woke up a quarter of an hour later and burst into tears. Her vagina was red and raw from being penetrated, her labia turned inside out, revealing swollen flesh—it seemed I had damaged it. To prevent her from giving up completely, I thrust my penis in again, continuing to pump hard, making her labia flip in and out. Her eyes widened as she cried, "Good brother, please spare me, it hurts... please spare my poor little hole... I can't take it today... you're going to kill my hole... you'll regret it later... dear brother..." I knew a woman's vagina couldn't be completely destroyed, and my penis was painfully swollen, so there was no stopping me. I could only let it develop as much as possible, thrusting relentlessly. My reason was clouded by lust; like a wild beast, I rampaged across her fair body. I bit her nipples, violently rubbed her buttocks, and yanked her hair, as if I wanted to devour her whole. Only after ejaculating did my mind clear. I saw that she was no longer breathing, her skin was blackened and grimy from my rough handling, and her hair was disheveled; she was barely recognizable. It took me a while to finally rouse her. After we got dressed, she sat on my lap drinking coffee and said, "What filthy thing did you use to make me feel like I was dying?" I laughed and said, "It's a secret." "You little devil, show me what it is!" So I took off the sheep's eye ring and showed it to her. As soon as she saw it, she spat in my face and scolded me coquettishly, "You little brat, where did you get such a dirty toy?" "I mean." "Without its help, how could I subdue you, you slut?" "This is something petty thugs use to play with country bumpkins, how dare you use it on me?" I held her small mouth and kissed her passionately, saying, "You're even more seductive than a country bumpkin, you shameless hussy." Chapter Three: Chen Xiaozhu's home was a spacious three-story garden villa in a corner of an upscale residential area. The furnishings inside were a blend of Chinese and Western styles, magnificent and luxurious. The ball was held in a large living room on the third floor. All the tables and chairs were arranged on both sides, with the center empty as a dance floor. The walls were decorated with colorful lights and colored paper balls, the lighting dim and mysterious. Xiaozhu wore a low-cut top and a knee-length skirt, revealing her deep cleavage and long, slender legs. She was incredibly sexy, drawing admiring glances from the male students and envy from the female students. She radiated light, making the surrounding female students feel like stars orbiting the moon, their own brilliance dimming and causing them to feel inferior. The record player played "Happy Birthday," and we raised our glasses to congratulate her, singing along. She was radiant, frequently shaking hands with us, her face beaming with pride. She walked up to me, took my hand, and shook it enthusiastically, saying, "A rare guest indeed! It's such a pleasure to have you here." "Thank you for the invitation," I replied with a bow. With a small silver knife, she blew out the eighteen candles on the large cake, then cut it into small pieces and distributed them to everyone. We chatted and laughed, the atmosphere extremely harmonious and pleasant. Then the dance began, and we raised our glasses again to congratulate her. She drank heartily, her eyes sparkling, her smile radiant. A series of popular rock songs played, and I saw couples of classmates gliding onto the dance floor. Only I remained seated, feeling utterly bored and lonely, without a dance partner. Just as I was admiring myself, Xiaozhu approached me and said, "Xiaokang, would you like to dance with me?" I took her arm and weaved into the crowd. I tried my best to show off my dancing skills, showering her with attention, showcasing all sorts of fancy moves. She praised me with great satisfaction, saying, "Xiaokang, your dance steps are so varied, I'm afraid I can't keep up!" Actually, that was just a polite remark; her dancing skills were definitely no less than mine. Her face pressed against my cheek, her breath sweet as orchids. Without realizing it, my hand reached for her breasts, grasping and fondling her nipples. She pretended not to notice, letting me do as I pleased, but because we were in a crowd, I didn't dare to be too outrageous. "You've been avoiding me, do you hate me?" she said coquettishly. "You're the star of the class, do you think I'd dare to presume to be your equal?" I flattered her as much as possible, my hand sliding down to her round buttocks. "You're being dishonest, just say you want to love me, what are you afraid of?" She hugged my neck tightly and stole a kiss from me. I was aroused by her teasing, my penis so hard it bulged out of my pants, pressing against her lower body. She pressed her vulva against mine, rubbing against me with great pleasure. At this moment, the music grew louder and louder, and I saw couples around the four corners flirting, doing all sorts of bizarre things. Just then, the lights suddenly went out, and everyone became even more unrestrained. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I reached inside her clothes and roughly fondled her breasts, then roughly moved down to her vulva. She was also playing with my penis. I pulled down her panties, aimed them at her opening, and thrust my rock-hard penis inside. We embraced tightly, our lower bodies rubbing together. This secret, clandestine act was incredibly arousing; her vagina was long...It was very high, so I easily inserted it. She circled around me from her vagina, leading me towards her bedroom, the "squelching" sounds of penetration filling the air. While everyone was in a frenzy, frantically penetrating, I had already pinned Xiaozhu down on the bed, taken off her clothes, and started fucking her hard. Xiaozhu's vagina was small and deep, tight and hot, making my glans thrust harder and harder. I held her legs in my palms, in a "pushing the cart" position, and thrust hard into her flower core, then rubbed it left and right, rotating it around. At this moment, she was burning with lust, frantically clamping my glans with her vaginal opening, sucking it straight into her uterus, making me thrust harder and harder, penetrating her two or three hundred times in one go. "Dear brother... oh... your cock is so big and thick... oh... my pussy feels so good..." she moaned, further arousing her. Her juices flowed all over the bed, and my cock, burning hot and tingling inside her tight, hot flesh, grew harder and harder, thicker and thicker with each thrust, stretching her pussy tightly—it was truly intoxicating. As she moaned and cried out, I changed to a prolonged tactic, thrusting slowly and powerfully into her, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, the rapid withdrawals and slow incursions driving her to the brink of ecstasy. "Dear husband! This makes me feel like I'm in heaven! Oh... oh..." she cried out, her buttocks rubbing against each other in pleasure. I then lifted her up and placed her in a "lotus position," allowing her to move freely and comfortably, which further intensified her arousal. The two of them sat up on the bed, then lay down, their passion raging, their lovemaking wild and unrestrained. They made love for an hour before the lights came back on. Reluctantly, they dressed and left together. By then, I had already orgasmed three times, yet I still managed to hold back. When we returned to the living room, the scene was one of utter chaos after the frenzy. Everyone was disheveled, their hair a mess, and the girls' skirts were soaking wet and in patches—it was quite a sight. It was like the aftermath of a major battle, a truly pathetic sight. We faced each other in silence, exchanging knowing smiles. Xiao Zhu walked to the center and announced, "Now the exciting program begins!" She took out a paper tube and said, "I've numbered all the girls. The boys can draw numbers freely, and whoever draws a girl's number will be paired with her. But after each song, you must change partners." I drew number fourteen, and my partner was He Zhenzhen, while Xiao Zhu was drawn by a boy surnamed Feng. After we were paired up, Xiao Zhu ordered everyone to take off their clothes for a nude dance. We, all naked, jumped onto the dance floor, led by Xiao Zhu and Xiao Feng, and began to thrust into each other. He Zhenzhen wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a very voluptuous figure, and it was quite enjoyable to thrust into her. Everyone was thrusting and dancing wildly, admiring each other—it was very exciting. And so, we changed songs one after another, and each of the female classmates and I had our turn. Each song was wonderful, but unfortunately, the songs were always too fast. Just when we were about to get really into it, we had to change again, which was a bit of a shame. But I also admired Xiaozhu's ingenious arrangement; she really came up with such a clever idea. By the time everyone had taken their turn, it was almost dawn, and everyone left with excitement and reluctance. I was the only lucky one left behind by Xiaozhu. So I carried Xiaozhu into the room and we started having sex again, continuing until I ejaculated before getting up, saying goodbye, and leaving. This kind of show was held at Xiaozhu's house every weekend after that, but that's when the trouble started. These female classmates, ever since they tasted my super-sized penis, became infatuated with me. They were hooked, and a multitude of them vied for my attention, leaving me overwhelmed. Meanwhile, I was also incredibly fortunate. Each of them was alluring and fearless, and fortunately, I possessed a natural ability to sleep with multiple women at once, satisfying each one. When necessary, I would even use my "secret weapon" to make them ecstatic, so I could handle it all with ease. However, after a while, I grew tired of these female classmates and shifted my focus. The first one I noticed was a young widow not far from my house. Men said she had a special constitution; every husband she had had died from exhaustion. It was rumored that she had remarried several times in just three years. She owned a fruit shop, and because she was quite attractive and only around twenty years old, she attracted a lot of attention. It was a Sunday evening, almost time for the fruit shop to close. I changed into a brand-new suit, tied a tie, asked my mother for a few hundred yuan, and went to her shop. I saw her sitting there idly, the shop door already half closed. "Sister-in-law, how much are your peaches?" I picked up a bright red peach and asked her provocatively. "Oh my! Young master, what brings you here?" She winked at me and said, "We're all neighbors, take a few and have some, why bother with the price?" She picked out a few of the biggest peaches and handed them to me. As I reached for the peaches, I took the opportunity to touch her palm. Her eyes suddenly sparkled, and she glanced at me sideways, saying, "Young master, you're dressed so nicely today, are you going to be with your girlfriend?" I shook my head, staring intently at her. "Come in and sit down, I forgot to greet you." She took my hand and led me inside. She busied herself serving cigarettes and tea, very enthusiastically. I tentatively asked, "Sister-in-law, are you all alone at home?" "Oh... I was born with a hard life, what can I do?" "You're so young and so beautiful, why don't you find a good family?" She lowered her head, a hint of melancholy rising in her eyes, then said softly, "A woman with such a hard life as me, who would want me?" As she spoke, she gradually moved closer to me, her breasts standing tall and trembling. From her slightly upturned lips, I knew she had an exquisite vagina, and looking at her smooth, white skin, I couldn't help but feel aroused. We gazed at each other silently, lost in thought. She seemed about to erupt like a volcano; I knew what she was thinking, so I deliberately asked, "Sister-in-law, I heard you have many boyfriends, is that true?" "Who's spreading these rumors, young master? To be honest, ever since my husband died, the gossip on the street has been endless, it's infuriating!" I seized the opportunity, pulling her hand and saying, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I was just joking, don't be angry." This touch excited her again, and she gripped my hand tightly. Seeing the moment was right, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. She docilely nestled in my arms like a lamb, wrapping her arms around my neck and letting me suckle her soft tongue. They kissed passionately for several minutes before separating. I then unhooked her bra and began to fondle her breasts. She reached inside and touched my penis, exclaiming, "Young master, your penis is so big!" I knew she would be overjoyed to touch my enormous member. So I didn't reply and focused on undressing her. I stripped her naked and placed her on the edge of the bed, then gripped my iron-like penis and rubbed it against her clitoris, causing her to gush with lustful fluids. She moaned and groaned, "Young master...no...darling...it's itchy..." I roughly rubbed her tender flesh, continuing to tease her vulva. She cried out again, "Good man, please put your big penis in...I can't take it anymore..." She bit and moved wildly on top of me. At this moment, I couldn't control myself anymore, and with a "whoosh," I thrust in. "Ah...it feels so good...harder...faster...dear husband..." I began to thrust wildly, and she responded from below, her vulva plump, tight, and perfectly fitting. After I thrust into her hundreds of times, her vagina contracted completely, clamping down on my penis and licking it powerfully. Her vagina was like a child's mouth, gripping my glans tightly, squeezing and clenching, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. In less than half an hour, I ejaculated. But strangely, my semi-erect glans remained firmly inside her vaginal walls, impossible to pull out. At this point, the young widow angrily bit my shoulder, her wide eyes glaring at me. She clung to me relentlessly, then quickly took my penis into her mouth, giving me a taste. Her mouth was even more agile than her vagina, her biting and licking making my penis hard again. She pushed me down, inserting my penis into her vagina, sliding it in and out, sending me soaring to the heavens. This time, I gritted my teeth, desperately trying to remain still to prolong the time. Her vaginal muscles began to clench and suck on my glans again. But no matter how hard I tried, I soon ejaculated again. She then used her mouth to bite and lick it, making it hard again. This went on and on, and I counted that I had ejaculated six times. She only stopped when my penis felt dead in her mouth. That magnificent vagina, that wondrous vagina, I was truly conquered. As I climbed off her, ready to leave, the young widow pressed down on my shoulder, saying, "Wait, my dear husband, I have something wonderful that will satisfy your desires." She then took a porcelain bottle from a drawer and extracted two pink pills. Smiling, she said, "My love, quickly take these pills; they'll guarantee you can last at least two hours." I was also captivated by her beautiful vagina and her skill in bed, so I took the pills. In less than twenty minutes, the drug took effect; my penis, which had been limp like a dead penis, became hard again, harder and thicker than before. At the same time, I felt full of energy, as strong as an ox, and my lust burned fiercely. So, like a madman, I pounced on her again and thrust into her. Like a piston, I thrust in and out rapidly and forcefully, making the bed creak and groan, and she cried out in pleasure. I penetrated her for a full...For an hour, the thrusts grew stronger and stronger, my penis becoming thicker and harder. She clung to me like a water snake, her vaginal opening gripping my glans powerfully. Her hair was disheveled, and she said with unrestrained passion, "Dear brother, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you... tsk... your grip on my pussy feels good, doesn't it!" I thrust again and again, wanting to crush that horny hole. The two of us tossed and turned like wild beasts, thrusting like that for two and a half hours. At the peak of pleasure, I ejaculated once more! In my excitement, I wanted to take a pill and continue thrusting, but the young widow refused. She said, "These pills are too strong; taking too much will harm your health. We have plenty of time; let's enjoy them slowly." After experiencing the young widow's wondrous treasure, I couldn't forget it, and I felt that no other woman was as appealing. So, I skipped more and more classes, spending every day seeking pleasure with the young widow. Eventually, my studies plummeted. At the same time, my health deteriorated day by day. Although I didn't care, my mother was terrified. The truth eventually came out. She was furious and scolded me severely, ordering me to swear never to be involved with the young widow again. Unable to withstand my mother's tears and the reproaches from relatives and friends, I finally broke up with her. (The End) After a serious illness, I became more well-behaved. My father returned to work for the government. Fearing I would cause trouble again, my mother kept a close eye on me. To prepare for university entrance exams, my mother sent me to board with a professor, hoping he could tutor me. This professor was a scholar educated in Europe and America. He was very open-minded and easygoing, but his flaw was lust. Besides his wife and concubine, he also had an affair with a female student. He had two daughters, both attending girls' school, and a very young boy, just starting fifth grade. The two sisters were both very beautiful, around sixteen or seventeen years old. I must especially introduce this beautiful and alluring concubine. Before her marriage, she was a courtesan with a tragic past. Envious of the professor's talent and charm, she willingly gave herself to him when she was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. However, this woman of humble origins was incredibly romantic and had a fiery personality. The professor, besides being fond of her, also harbored a certain fear of her. When I moved into the professor's house, she was very affectionate towards me; her allure and beauty left a deep impression. My room was a small, solitary room in a corner near the garden. The old professor cared deeply for me, not only providing in-depth guidance in my studies but also paying close attention to my daily life, so I was very satisfied. This concubine was named Jin Feng, and her soft, heavy Wu dialect was truly captivating. She often personally took care of my daily needs, showing me great warmth and attentiveness. The two sisters, Meifang and Meihua, also got along very well with me. Meifang was more stable and gentle, while Meihua was lively and straightforward. At the time, the professor intended for me to marry one of his daughters, so he didn't restrict our interactions at all. In this environment, I lived a dreamlike life. Initially, I was serious and rarely smiled, burying myself in books, and the old professor frequently praised me as a model young man. However, as time went on, I couldn't help but feel a little affection for these beautiful women. Jinfeng would often find excuses to come to my room, chatting with me, her words filled with a deep sense of resentment. Because the old professor had an affair and often stayed out overnight, while the old lady stayed indoors all day, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, not asking about anything else, this created an opportunity for Jin Feng and me to get close. One night, I was reviewing my studies when Jin Feng pushed open the door and came in. She was heavily made up, her face beaming, and she brought over some exquisite snacks: "Jia Hua, try these spring rolls, they taste pretty good, I made them myself." "Thank you so much, Auntie," I replied, bowing my head, afraid to see her burning gaze. "Jia Hua, we're family, no need to be so polite," she said, sitting down and smiling charmingly at me. "Auntie, you're so good to me." "I don't know why, but I feel like I know you like family, so close and dear to you." Her tone was filled with boundless warmth, and my heart felt as if it had been gently warmed, deeply moved. So I blurted out, "Auntie, please treat me like family." "I'm a woman with a tragic fate; I lost my parents' love when I was young..." Jin Feng sighed and slowly continued, "When..." By the time I was old enough to understand human affairs, I had already been sold to a theatrical troupe. The beatings and suffering I endured were indescribable... Learning to sing opera was truly difficult, but we had no choice but to practice, performing on stage every day... Finally, I made it through and gained considerable fame, earning my boss a lot of money, but I didn't get a single penny." Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and my heart was blank, as if I were seeing a lonely girl standing in a storm, being ravaged. "Like any other girl, I longed for love and a sense of belonging, but how could I ever have it? The owners of the opera troupe treated me like a cash cow, keeping me pinned down and leaving me no freedom whatsoever." She wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and continued, "On stage, I forced a smile and accepted thunderous applause. After the performance, when everyone had left, I was alone with the lamp, feeling utterly lost." My heart ached, and my vision blurred. "As the years slipped by and I grew old, feeling helpless and lonely, the professor entered my life... He wasn't a bad person, but... though he was old, his heart was young. Although I didn't love him, I couldn't resist his persistent pursuit and gave myself to him. However, he paid a high price to regain his freedom." My words to her evoked boundless sympathy. "Jiahua, here, although I have enough to eat and wear, I always feel like something is missing in my life. I don't know if this is love." At this moment, she looked shyly into my eyes, and I was a little flustered. Then she said, "Ever since I saw you, handsome and dashing, with such a charming demeanor, just like the prince of my dreams, I secretly gave you my 'heart'." She leaned into my arms. "Auntie, this is impossible." I was startled. I wanted to get rid of her, but I couldn't bear to, so I let her nestle against my chest. "Jiahua, I beg you, promise me, say you love me..." She brought her lips to my mouth. My heart was pounding. I couldn't accept this wrong love, but her mournful eyes softened my heart. Finally, I leaned down, our lips met, and we shared a long kiss. Her eyes were alluring, and she used her slender white hands to pull me down onto her. At that moment, I didn't know if it was lust or love; I was just stunned, letting her do as she pleased. She first stripped naked, tempting me with her alabaster body, then undressed me, hugged me tightly, and kissed me passionately. She played with my penis until it was erect, then guided it into her vagina. Like a puppet, I mechanically let her thrust in and out, until finally I couldn't resist the rising lust. I gently thrust into her vagina, strangely enough, despite my unrestrained desire, my heart held boundless tenderness. We were perfectly in sync. She was incredibly responsive to my thrusts, constantly asking, "Jiahua, my love, are you comfortable? I will love you forever." Her vagina was truly wondrous—a high, firm vulva, a tight, fleshy opening, soft and boneless inside, utterly captivating. Her soft, sweet words made me feel like I was bathed in love. My penetration was as gentle and tender as with my wife. The wild, beast-like lust of the past was like a sudden downpour, like lightning, while my sex with Jinfeng was like a gentle drizzle, like a spring breeze. In our passionate moments, we cherished each other, and our harmonious thrusts were as beautiful as a poem. This union continued until dawn, when she passionately kissed me goodbye. A relationship between a man and a woman shouldn't have a first time. From then on, we met secretly often, truly cherishing our happiness. My feelings for Jinfeng grew stronger each day. She was as gentle and considerate as a wife. Beyond physical comfort, our hearts were connected. Outwardly, she deliberately appeared indifferent, but deep down, we were the sweetest couple in the world. (Chapter Four) Meifang invited me to a trip to the suburbs, and to avoid disappointing her, I agreed. She excitedly prepared everything and set off with me. We rode our bicycles, carrying a picnic box, towards the countryside. She wore a red tracksuit with skinny jeans, her hair shining, radiating youthful energy. She rode alongside me, singing songs to express her joy. We arrived at a famous lake in my hometown. This small lake, nestled among mountains, is surrounded by bamboo groves and thickets. It was late spring, the weather was pleasant, and colorful wildflowers bloomed among the grasses. Orioles sang sweetly in the woods, and the lake water was emerald green—truly a paradise for travelers. We sat down by the lake, spread out our picnic utensils, and began to eat and chat. "Hua-ge, you're working too hard, always buried in books, don't you find it boring?" "Mei-fen, you're taking the college entrance exam soon, what will you do if you don't study?" "You're in your prime now, cherish it. At my age, I'll never have the carefree joy of childhood again." "Oh dear! You talk like an old man, you're not much older than me, but you talk like you're seventy or eighty." "Mei-fen, you don't know now, but in a few years..." "You'll understand when the year comes that I meant it sincerely." She seemed to understand something, as if something was on her mind: "Brother Hua, I feel like life is meaningless. Look at our family, on the surface it seems very happy, but actually I feel like this family is like an iceberg, cold and lifeless." "People don't know how good they have it." I don't know where I heard this saying, but I used it on a whim: "Don't be ungrateful, take me for example.""Well, that's not as good as you." Before I could finish, she interrupted, "Everyone knows you're a rich young master. Your father is a high-ranking official, and your family is incredibly wealthy. You can have anything you want, except the moon in the sky." I solemnly replied, "Meifen, what we pursue in life is happiness, and happiness cannot be bought with money. My father is busy with official duties and rarely comes home more than a few times a year. My eldest brother and second sister are both married and live far away. How can they reunite like you and enjoy family happiness?" As I said this, a shadow fell over me. "Meifen, do you think I'm a little strange?" I abruptly changed the subject. "I don't know." "Meifen, I won't hide it from you, or I'll disappoint you." I stepped forward and placed my hands on her shoulders, gently saying, "I'm a person with a head full of bizarre thoughts, I know I won't bring you happiness." She suddenly turned her head, hugged me tightly, and said, "I love you, I love you with all my heart." Her eyes were filled with tears: "Hua-ge, don't say anything discouraging. No matter if you succeed or fail in the future, I will always stand by your side and accompany you through every moment." I lifted her chin with my hand and gently pressed my lips to hers. She said through her bright red lips, "Meifen, I love you too, but..." I looked up at her and said, "I dare not love you. You don't know, my heart is full of filth, I cannot accept your pure feelings." My heart was filled with pain as I said, "I feel like I'm living in a filthy pool of sin, afraid to welcome the holy sunlight." "Jiahua," she no longer called him "Brother Hua," and said with a hint of shyness, "You are not like what you say. In my eyes, you are radiant." "No, no..." The more I heard her praise, the more guilty I felt. Stepping into the shadows of dusk, we walked home with different feelings. From then on, Meifen often approached me, openly going out together, and she considered herself my fiancée. This aroused Jin Feng's jealousy and resentment. Although we still secretly met, and despite my explanations, she remained resentful, as if afraid Mei Fen would steal me from her arms. Caught between the two, I was deeply troubled. Jin Feng and I were a perfect match; we both possessed mature emotions, profound understanding, and genuine love. However, I worried that we couldn't be together. Firstly, she was several years older than me; secondly, there were ethical taboos. Mei Fen was widely considered my future wife, but my relationship with her was only like that of a brother and sister—at most, an unattainable idol in my heart. I had no desire for her whatsoever; she was a ray of light, an ethereal idol, yet they both deeply loved me. Time passed quickly; I had been at the professor's house for over four months. The university entrance exams were over, and I didn't do too badly, but the turmoil in my heart was growing ever tighter. My mother and professors both agreed that after I got into university, they would arrange a formal engagement for me and Mei-fen. That day was fast approaching, and my depression was deepening. One night, while Jin-feng and I were passionately entwined in bed, Jin-feng asked me, "Jia-hua, what are your plans for us? I can't lose you anymore. If you get engaged to Mei-fen, I'll have no choice but to commit suicide." "Don't worry, I will never let you down. I will definitely persuade them to change their minds. Please believe me." "Jia-hua, if one day I decide to elope with you, will you agree?" she asked, staring at me with fiery eyes. "This...this is probably impossible. Think about it, we are a respectable family, especially with my mother being old and sick. If I did this, she would be furious." "Jiahua, my life is so miserable. I hate myself for leading a promising, happy young man into this hellhole. Jiahua, don't worry about me, leave me." "No, absolutely not. I can't abandon you. Putting aside my conscience, my life is already indispensable." I finally decided to discuss it with the professor first. "Uncle Ding, I have a request, and I hope you will grant it." I sat in the professor's room and spoke with him. "Go ahead and tell me, I'll try my best to help you." "Please, don't blame me, it's just..." I felt I didn't have the courage to continue, but now that things had come to this, I couldn't avoid talking about it, so I finally finished speaking, with a trembling heart: "It's just that I need you to cancel my marriage with Meifen." "What did you say?" His face changed suddenly, and he said sternly, "Did Meifen do something wrong?" "No, Uncle Ding, absolutely not, I think Meifen is a good girl, beautiful, affectionate, and virtuous, the kind of girl every boy dreams of..." I said with a very solemn attitude, "But I'm very sorry to disappoint you, because I already have someone." "Why didn't I hear your mother mention this?" He was a little incredulous. "This was my own decision; Mother didn't know." "Of course, it's your right. I'm not a stubborn person; I respect your opinion. Well then, if that's the case, then blame Mei-fen's bad luck." He didn't say anything more, a deep pain rising on his face. I left dejectedly, also deciding to leave the professor's house. As I was packing my luggage, the professor followed me in and said, "Jia-hua, are you going home?" "Yes, Uncle, I've been bothering your household for quite some time now. Thank you for your guidance and care." "Jia-hua, out of politeness, or rather, out of affection, you should explain to Mei-fen, otherwise she'll be furious. You know she's given you all her love." I nodded and walked towards Mei-fen's room, considering how to handle this awkward situation as I went. As I approached the room, I heard Meifen crying and the professor's wife's repeated attempts to comfort her. When I stepped inside, Meifen saw me, her eyes wide with anger and deep resentment. She lowered her head and continued sobbing. Seeing me, the professor's wife immediately stepped aside, allowing us to speak freely. "Meifen…" I hesitated, unsure what to say. "Please forgive me, I…" I began, but then she abruptly snapped, "Go away! I don't want to see you!" "Meifen, please let me explain…" she gestured, refusing, and said angrily, "There's nothing to say between us. Please leave." I murmured, at a loss for words, and left heavily. This was for the best; I thought she would calm down after some time. I returned to my room, planning how to handle this matter with Jin Feng. I could only meet her when it was late at night. The night was deep, and Jin Feng and I embraced naked. "Jin Feng, I've already told them, this matter is over. Now I want to hear your opinion on how to handle things between us," I said, kissing her passionately. "Jia Hua, you're so good to me," she said, returning my kiss forcefully, rubbing her soft flesh against me. "Go home first, I'll definitely wait until you get into university. I'll find a way to leave here, and then we can be together freely." She became more and more excited as she spoke, arousing my excitement, and I couldn't help but have sex with her. Tonight, we were both particularly excited, so our intercourse was especially vigorous. We responded to each other's thrusts, entwined passionately. She writhed her serpentine body, clinging to me with fiery passion. I thrust in and out of her lovely flesh, my hands caressing her firm breasts and smooth buttocks, my mouth sucking on her soft, fragrant tongue, indulging in the ultimate pleasure. Her face flushed, her beauty like a flower, her eyes darting about, her body twisting and turning, her wantonness tinged with boundless tenderness. The more I thrust, the more vigorous I became, the more mesmerized I grew, as if soaring through the sky, floating and sinking in an endless blue ocean of pleasure… The lights were dim, the room filled with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance, and with a beauty in my arms, I felt a profound sense of timelessness, and we were reluctant to part. The next day, I packed my bags, bid farewell to the professor, and returned home. My life, once vibrant, returned to its mundane routine. Aside from staying home reading, tutoring my younger siblings, and patiently awaiting the exam results, I focused more intently on my studies. My mother, believing I was doing well, was overjoyed. Her only dissatisfaction stemmed from her belief that I shouldn't have rejected Mei-fen's marriage proposal. She hoped that after some time, I would change my mind. Just then, a strange thing happened. A letter from the professor to my mother stated that Mei-fen had suddenly disappeared without a word, and he was searching for her everywhere. His words implied blame, suggesting I should be held responsible. My mother was deeply saddened, and I felt even more guilty. My fears were indeed realized. My classmate, Xiao He, told me he had found Mei Fen. He said she had completely changed, dressed provocatively, frequently changed male companions, and seemed to have fallen into prostitution. I was stunned speechless by this thunderous news. I decided to investigate myself and instructed Xiao He not to tell my mother. I hastily set off under the pretext of a trip to X City with my classmate. I hoped to rescue Mei Fen from this hellhole, otherwise, I would feel guilty and uneasy for the rest of my life. Upon arriving in X City, as Xiao He had mentioned, I first checked into a hotel. After resting for a while, I went to a large restaurant in the city to inquire about Mei Fen's whereabouts, because, according to Xiao He, he had met her there. I strode into the restaurant, dressed in a sharp suit, found a table with a good view, and sat down. A servant brought me the menu, and I ordered only a light drink. I waited for about two hours. Just as I was about to leave, a familiar woman's figure caught my eye. I looked closer—it was Meifen! She wasn't dressed like a respectable woman; her hair was styled high in the latest imperial concubine hairstyle, and she wore a tight-fitting cheongsam.The cheongsam was very high-slit, exposing her entire fair thighs. The cheongsam was brightly colored, and she wore gold high heels with lace detailing. Her face was meticulously made up; her eyebrows were heavily drawn, her eyes were painted with large, round blue rims, and her lips were painted with bright red lipstick. Her nails and toenails were polished pink. She clung tightly to a short, stout middle-aged man, her arm around his. Her alluring appearance made it hard for me to believe that this was the same Meifen I knew—the girl with short, schoolgirl-like hair and a plain school uniform. She and the businessman-looking man were arm in arm, seemingly oblivious to everyone around them, chatting and throwing him seductive smiles. She didn't notice me, and sat down with her companion to eat. My head felt throbbing, like I'd been punched hard. To keep track, I waited until she left the house and got into a new sedan before hailing a streetcar to follow her. The brand-new car stopped in front of a large hotel, and the man held her tightly as they went inside. I remembered the hotel's name before ordering the driver to take me back to my place. At that moment, my heart felt like it was bleeding. I hoped it was all a dream, a terrible dream. I put my fingers in my mouth and bit down hard, trembling with pain. I knew this wasn't a dream; it was real. I racked my brains, trying to figure out how to rescue Meifen. I pondered this all night until dawn before finally falling into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I checked my watch and it was 2 PM. After washing up and having some snacks, I called a car and drove straight to the Grand Hotel. The hotel servant, Ou, told me that Meifen had changed her name to Zhuli and was staying at the hotel. She was said to be a socialite—a high-class prostitute. To monitor her activities, I also moved into the hotel, staying in the room next to hers. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw that Meifen had already gone out, so I waited patiently. I lay down on the bed to rest and soon fell fast asleep. A series of rapid breathing sounds and Gege's coquettish laughter woke me from my dream. I could hear the bed in the next room creaking loudly, along with the lewd sounds of male-female intercourse: "Big cock brother, you're fucking my little hole to death, poor poor little cunt!... I want... I can't take it anymore..." Then came the sounds of cock thrusting in and out. "Little slut, don't blame me for fucking you so hard, you're just too beautiful! It feels so good... I wish I could swallow you whole! Your cunt is so tight, so tight, so good to fuck..." "Good man... Daddy... what's wrong with you tonight, ouch... so strong... um... my cunt is so sore and itchy from your fucking... and so swollen... oh... um... hmph..." Meifen's moans seemed to fuel the excitement, and the metal bed creaked louder and louder. "Tsk tsk! Big cock brother... I... I've lost it again... you're fucking me to death... you... didn't you want me to be your concubine... you can fuck me slowly from now on..." Then the man seemed to ejaculate, and the bed stopped making noise. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw Meife

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