Gray Track [End]

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(I)
It was already 10 p.m. when I left Lao Zhao's house.
I called my wife once along the way, but her phone was off. I slowly walked home along the street. It was late April, and the weather had warmed up. There were still quite a few people on the street at night, and some nightclubs were still open. The city lights were dazzling, showing the city's prosperity. I've been
laid off from my job for almost three years now. In the meantime, I've worked as a security guard in a nightclub, sold insurance, and even been tricked into working for Amway. Now I drive a taxi. People say you should be established by thirty, but I just turned twenty-seven last month. I'm almost thirty and still haven't earned any money. My wife doesn't say anything at home, but I can feel her cold gaze making me feel uneasy.
Damn it, why can't I earn money when others can?
I slowly walked home, opened the door, and the house was cold and quiet. My wife wasn't home yet. She's been coming home later and later lately, and every time I ask her, she impatiently says she has to work overtime. I didn't understand what kind of classes a ballet teacher at a dance school could have, but I didn't want to ask anymore. I sensed something: a man who can't earn money will never have dignity.
I took a shower, turned on the computer, and browsed the web aimlessly. My wife loves to chat; sometimes she chats for hours on end. I didn't want to know what she talked about. I wasn't interested in those things, and what difference would it make? There's so much pointless online dating stuff these days; thinking too much will only cause me trouble. Besides, sometimes I video chat with some flirtatious girls, exchanging banter and such.
Around 2 AM, my wife still hadn't returned. I called her cell phone again, but it was still off. A while later, the phone rang. It was my wife calling, saying a friend was in the hospital and she had to go visit her, possibly not returning until Sunday. She hung up after that. I stood there dumbfounded, holding the receiver, and finally put it down helplessly.
Business was good the next day; by almost 7 PM, I had made nearly 300 yuan. Driving to the machine tool factory, a woman who looked like a prostitute got into my car. I asked her where she was going. She said she was going to the Wanshanhong Nightclub near the Botanical Garden, so I drove along Huanghe Road onto the overpass.
"Driver, hurry up, I'm going to be late!" This woman hadn't stopped urging me since she got in the car. I thought to myself, if you know you'll be late, why the hell didn't you just get out earlier? With so much traffic now, how can I go fast? I glanced at her through the rearview mirror and saw she was changing her stockings in the back seat. Her black short leather skirt was pulled up to her waist, and she was pulling down her pantyhose. Two pale, white thighs and black lace thongs were exposed.
She saw me looking at her, but wasn't shy at all. She gave a wanton laugh and deliberately adjusted her angle so I could see her more clearly. She stuffed the pantyhose into her bag, then took out a pair of light red thigh-high stockings, glanced at them intentionally, and then put them on, pulling the lace trim all the way up to her thighs.
I didn't look at her anymore. What kind of people haven't taxi drivers seen? I have over a dozen phone numbers for sluts like her. Sometimes when I'm picking up out-of-towners, I occasionally do some pimping.
The woman stopped flirting when I stopped looking at her, looking bored. She took out her phone and started making a call, laughing lewdly. When I arrived at our destination, I asked her for payment.
"Twenty yuan, thank you."
She rummaged in her bag for a while, then finally said, "Oh, driver, I don't have any money."
"Are you kidding me? Why are you taking a taxi if you don't have money? Hurry up, don't waste time. Or tell me where you live, and I'll take you home to get the money." I hate people like this. I bet she had money in her bag; she was just trying to cheat me.
"Okay, driver, I really don't have any money. You've had your fill of looking at me the whole way, so I'll let you touch me a couple more times to cover the fare." As she spoke, she lifted her skirt again, revealing her white thighs, looking lewd.
"Don't come here! What good is touching you? I have a family to support. Will touching you a few times feed me or clothe me? Don't try to cheat me! If you don't agree, we're going to the police station right now to settle this." With that, I started the car again.
"Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no!" The woman panicked and pulled a fifty-yuan note from her bag, handing it to me. Damn it, she clearly has money but still tries to act tough! I gave her thirty yuan in change, watched her get out of the car, and heard her mutter something like "idiot." I was furious. When you're down on your luck, even chickens will bully you.
At midnight, I parked the car at Chang'an Road Market. There was a 24-hour hot pot noodle shop there, and the food was quite good; many night shift drivers came here for supper. Several cars were parked in front of the shop. I greeted a few drivers I knew and ordered a beef hot pot.
While I was eating, a burst of giggling laughter came from the doorway. I turned around and saw—it's true what they say, enemies meet again. It was that slut again. She came in with two young men with dyed hair, looking like thugs, flirting and joking. I turned back to my noodles, pretending not to see her.
The three of them sat down opposite me. The woman saw me but didn't seem bothered at all. Instead, she greeted me, "Oh, the chef is eating here too." She then told the two men to go buy food. Not wanting to be rude, I just gave a vague reply. She seemed completely unconcerned about our previous disagreement and sat down next to me, deliberately crossing her legs. Her black stiletto heels swayed, and a large section of her stockings with wide lace was visible.
What was this slut up to? Was she trying to get aroused? To be honest, she was quite attractive, and her outfit was very sexy. Her flirtatious manner was very alluring, but I didn't want to spend the money. So I ignored her and continued eating. Seeing that I wasn't paying attention to her, she sat back down opposite me.
This woman was very lively and flirtatious, occasionally hugging the young man and whispering in his ear.
She kept playfully hitting me with her foot, intentionally or unintentionally, several times. Once, she rubbed her foot against mine for several seconds before stopping only when I pulled away.
They ordered rice noodles and finished quickly. I waited until they left before I could finally eat in peace. Honestly, I hate it when people mess around while I'm eating. Eating is a pleasure for me, a rare moment of relaxation, and I really dislike being disturbed during this precious time. After finishing my meal and leaving
the restaurant, I saw the three of them still loitering in the distance. As soon as I got into my car, the woman approached and flagged me down.
"Driver, take us to Nancun," she said, pulling open the door and getting in. The two girls followed suit, getting into the back seat without a word.
"I'm done for the day, you'll have to find another car," I said, not wanting to give her a ride.
"Hey, driver, don't do that! Just make another trip. Where are we supposed to find another car in the middle of the night?" the slut said, pressing herself against my arm, her hot, round breasts pressed against me through my shirt. The two kids in the back said, "Just drive, what are you trying to do, refuse to take us?"
I started the car; I didn't want to get a complaint.
It was early morning, and there weren't many cars on the street. Rows of streetlights illuminated the dark road.
I waited at the intersection for the green light.
"There aren't any cops, just go ahead!" one of the kids in the back said arrogantly.
"Cameras," I replied, though I really didn't want to talk to them. These kids had watched too many gangster movies; their tone was incredibly offensive.
"That's nothing. Last time..." another kid started bragging about how he got caught by the cop riding an unlicensed scooter, and how he didn't scare the cop. I sneered inwardly; he probably couldn't even tell the difference between a traffic cop and a traffic assistant. I don't know what happened back then, but he bragged like he was some kind of big shot.
When the car arrived at Nancun, there was only a dim streetlamp at the entrance to the dark alley. The scoundrel and the two kids got out of the car. I remained seated. The scoundrel said to me, "Thanks, driver," and turned to leave. The two kids watched with wicked grins, following him into the alley.
I got out of the car, chased after him, and said, "Pay up."
The scoundrel stood in the shadows of the alley, his voice booming, "Come on, sir, you're charging me for a favor?" The two kids, arms crossed, looked at me with menacing eyes.
"Thirty yuan, thanks," I said, suppressing my anger.
"I don't have any money. Do you two have any? Lend me some," the scoundrel said to the kids. The kids chuckled and said they didn't. The scoundrel said, "Sir, I'll pay you next time." I didn't say anything, just watched their performance. The two kids pushed me.
"If you keep trying to cheat me, I'll call the police!" I pulled out my phone.
"Go ahead and call the police," one of the kids chuckled dismissively. There were three of them, and I was alone. Even if the police came, they might not be able to clear things up.
I looked at them for a while, then nodded. I turned and walked back to my car. Behind me, I heard a few shouts of laughter and curses: "Idiot." As I bent down to open the car door, a half-brick flew over and hit the front tire. Someone else cursed, "Go to hell." It seemed like they were seeing me off.
They misunderstood; I didn't want to leave. I opened the car door just to get something. There's always a rubber baton under my driver's seat. I pulled it out and yelled, "You fucking want to die?" Then I ran towards them.
Those two kids had never seen anything like a tough guy. Back when I was in jail for street brawls, they weren't even out of elementary school yet. I walked up to one of them, and he kicked me in the stomach. I stepped back, caught his foot with my arm, and yelled, "Get the fuck out of here!" I pushed him forward and knocked him down.
The other one picked up a brick and swung it at my head. I dodged, and it hit my shoulder. I retaliated by hitting him on the arm with the brick. He screamed in pain and crouched down, clutching his arm.
The slut hadn't expected me to be so good at fighting and turned to run away. My target wasn't her anymore; I kicked the one crouching on the ground in the face, sending him sprawling on his back. He got up and kicked me in the thigh. I grabbed his collar, spun him around, and slammed him against the wall. He was thrown so hard he couldn't move and slowly slid down against the wall.
"Brother, brother, stop hitting me, I'll give you the money..." In the darkness, that slut came back. She held fifty yuan in her trembling hand; surprisingly, she seemed quite loyal. I went up to her without a word and snatched the money from her hand. Do you think it's easy for me to earn money? At home, my wife looks down on me, and outside, you guys try to renege on your debts.
I drove home
that night, feeling terrible. I didn't even shower before collapsing into bed. I slept until morning. I parked outside Tianyuan Wealth Market waiting for customers; it's close to home. After two trips, I handed the car over to a guy around noon. He rented my car to practice driving, paying me fifty yuan a day, gas included.
I went home and sat in my room, lost in thought. My shoulders and thighs ached; a lingering effect of last night. Those two guys were ten times worse off than me. I used to practice wrestling and even ate late-night porridge, and I've swung a 300-pound stone roller before, so I know exactly how strong I am.
My wife came back in the afternoon; I was online when she arrived. It seemed she came in someone's car. Since we live on the second floor, I think I heard the car door slam shut, and then she went upstairs. I only had time to glance at her before she vanished. I asked, "Have you eaten?"
She didn't answer. I got up and went to the living room, only to find she had already gone into the bathroom.
After she finished showering, I asked her where her friend was hospitalized and if he was feeling better. She hesitated for a moment before saying he was fine. I said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions, and she didn't say anything more either. She ate dinner at home that evening. I thought she was going out again after eating, but she went into the bedroom instead.
I followed her in and found her lying in bed, preparing to sleep. I asked her, "Going to bed so early?"
She said, "I'm a little sleepy today."
I went to the living room, turned off the TV and lights, took off my clothes, and climbed into bed. My wife knew what I wanted to do and didn't refuse. My hands caressed her full breasts, and I opened my mouth to take her two large, red nipples into my mouth. My wife's hands stroked and played with my penis, and she gradually began to breathe heavily.
My hands squeezed between her tightly closed thighs, and her legs parted. My fingers probed into her vagina; it was very wet inside.
I licked back and forth between her nipples, and they gradually became erect. My wife was a dancer; she had a superb figure, with high, firm breasts, full, round buttocks, not an ounce of excess fat on her body, and she was incredibly flexible, with particularly beautiful legs. I usually liked to bend her in half, fold her legs over my body, and kiss her jade-like legs while thrusting into her from above.
Under the caresses of her skillful hands, my penis became completely hard and erect. My wife had three boyfriends before me, and she once told me that my penis was bigger than other men's, but I don't know if it's true. I brought my penis to her mouth, and she frowned and turned her head away. Helpless, I retreated between her legs, cupped it with my hand, and aimed it at her vulva, the glans parting the deep red folds of flesh.
My wife's fair body writhed restlessly, letting out a seductive moan; she seemed to be in a good mood today.
I slowly savored the pleasure of penetration, the glans completely surrounded by warm, slippery flesh, then the shaft, slowly until the base. I pushed my penis to the tip, my buttocks slowly circling, the feeling incredibly pleasurable.
Her snow-white arms encircled my neck; my wife seemed very excited, constantly thrusting her lower body, her legs crossed and hooked around my buttocks, whispering in my ear, "Faster, faster, harder."
I pressed against her body, rocking back and forth, thrusting. My penis, engorged with blood, was red, each thrust causing the tender flesh inside to turn outwards. My wife's cries were excited, punctuated by heavy breathing. Her head bobbed on the pillow like a rattle, her disheveled hair obscuring half her face, adding to her allure.
I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, bracing myself on the bed with my arms, placing her entirely under my control, my hips thrusting violently downwards. The crisp slapping of flesh echoed continuously, and the sheets were splattered with her love juice at our point of contact. Her body swayed with my movements, her delicate feet dangling in the air, bouncing with the rhythm of my thrusts. Just as I was
about to reach my climax, I pulled out, my penis erect and covered in sticky white foam. I gritted my teeth, inhaling sharply, and paced back and forth on the floor a few times until the throbbing sensation of ejaculation subsided. Then I grabbed her hips again, turned her over, and thrust into her from behind. Her moans were intense, like a mare in heat thrusting her hips back, each time I hit her hard.
I held her buttocks and lay back, letting her ride me, bouncing up and down, until finally I ejaculated a large amount of semen inside her.
Afterwards, she got off me. She didn't even shower, just fell into a deep sleep beside me, without saying a word. Honestly, I really wanted to do it again, and I was capable of doing it again. But seeing her like this, I gave up the idea.
Another day passed, and I received a phone call from a man. He said he wanted to talk to me about something, that the two kids from that day were his underlings, and asked how to resolve the matter. I asked him how he got my number, and he said the prostitute gave it to him. I always keep a box of business cards on the hood of my car; that slut must have taken it. I told him to
ask the prostitute what happened, and he said that even if he didn't have enough money for the ride, it wouldn't warrant beating someone up like this. I explained the whole situation to him, saying that his two buddies not only didn't pay for the ride but also assaulted me and vandalized the car. I make my living off this car; if you damage my car, you're destroying my livelihood. Whoever destroys my livelihood, I'll fight them to the death. That's the kind of person I am.
The man on the other end hesitated noticeably, then said, "Well, let's meet up and talk things out. Whether you want to come or not is up to you. We've already found out where you live. If you don't want to come, don't blame us for not wanting to." He then gave me an address and a time before hanging up.
I yelled into the microphone, "Who the hell are you trying to scare? Do you think I'm easily frightened?!" But in the afternoon, I still went home, put on the steel arm guards I used for martial arts practice, and wore a jacket over them. Then, I used my key to open a locked drawer, took out a switchblade, and put it in my pocket.
When I arrived, it was a medium-sized restaurant. There weren't many diners, so I didn't dare drive and took the bus. The kid who'd been beaten that day was standing at the entrance, his arm in a sling. He saw me and gestured for me to follow, but his face no longer had that smug look.
There were a few people sitting in the private room, two of whom I recognized: the slut was sitting in the lap of a burly man in his thirties, the beaten kid was standing beside him, and two other men were drinking.
I stood at the door without going in: "Who called me?" I asked, gripping the switchblade tightly in my pocket.
The slut's face changed when he saw me. The burly man shoved her aside, stood up, and sized me up: "You're Zhou Yang?"
"Yes." I reached out and pushed the child with the sling aside, then casually sat down opposite the burly man. I'd seen this kind of scene many times; to intimidate these guys, I had to overwhelm them with my presence first.
"You're the one who beat up my two underlings?"
"Yes, I explained why I beat them on the phone. You can ask them now."
"Go to hell! Ask your mother's ass!" One of the men threw his cigarette butt at me. I turned my head and sneered, "What, want to practice here?" I then brandished a knife, glaring fiercely at the guy.
"You fucking want to die!" Another guy stood up, pulling an axe from a black briefcase at his feet.
I sneered, completely disdainful. I wasn't afraid of anything bigger than that. I've practiced martial arts, after all. I could kill you before your axe hits me.
The burly man had been observing me. Seeing my composure in the face of danger, he stopped the two men from acting further.
"Brother, I called you here to resolve this. If you want to settle things with force, I guarantee you'll be carried out, you believe me?"
"You outnumber me, of course I believe you. Tell me how you want to resolve this?"
"I've already investigated. The fault lies with my two underlings, mainly this slut who started it.
But I'm a man of principle; if I don't speak up when my brothers are beaten, I won't be able to maintain my reputation in the underworld. I'll give you two choices today. One, you can do whatever you want with this slut, and give me ten thousand yuan as payment for my two underlings' medical expenses. Two, I'll pay for your car repairs. Whatever you did to my underlings, I'll do to you today—it's a tit-for-tat exchange. The choice is yours." I completely ignored his act and said with a cold laugh, "Let me tell you straight, I know all the tough guys around here. Old Zhao from Blue Sea and Blue Sky—we just had drinks together a few days ago. I've always earned my living through my own abilities; I don't cheat others unless they cheat me. I have no money today, but you can take my life."
The men were immediately moved. The burly man asked, "You know Old Zhao?"
I sneered, "Want to call him now?" I took out my phone, pulled up my contacts, and handed it to him. Sure enough, Zhao Kun's name was there. Zhao Kun was a notorious thug in the area; he owned a bathhouse and was very wealthy and powerful. I was his classmate.
"...Knowing Old Zhao doesn't mean anything. He goes his own way, and we keep to ourselves. You hit my man; you're not leaving here unscathed until you give me an explanation." He threw the phone at me. But the men behind me looked a little different.
It seemed Old Zhao's reputation wasn't enough to intimidate him. Without further ado, I pressed my tongue against my upper palate, gathered my strength, grabbed an empty beer bottle from the table, and smashed it against my head. The bottle shattered. I grabbed another and smashed it against my head again. My scalp throbbed with pain; shards of glass cut my scalp, drawing blood.
I threw away the broken bottle and coldly stared at him: "Is this enough? I've beaten two of you; consider it retribution." My face was bloodied and contorted in a menacing grimace.
The burly man, surprised by my ruthlessness and decisiveness, stared at me blankly. He said, "Fine, brother, you're a man of honor. I, Ma Gang, admire you. Today, we've become friends through this fight. You two little brats, quickly apologize to Brother Zhou."
The two kids, also surprised by this turn of events, stood obediently before me and apologized. I ignored them and said to Ma Gang, "Is it over? I'm leaving now."
Ma Gang said, "I originally wanted to invite Brother Zhou over today to reconnect, but Brother Zhou had something to do, so forget it.
I'll host a dinner at Ziyanlou to apologize to Brother Zhou another day; he must give me face. Come on over, accompany Brother Zhou to the hospital. You're Brother Zhou's man today. If Brother Zhou isn't satisfied, I'll make sure you suffer when we get back." He then shoved the woman next to him.
I turned and left the private room, the woman following behind. She took out tissues from her handbag and wiped the blood from my face, then covered the wound on my head.
I went to the restroom and carefully wiped the blood off my face in front of the mirror. The wound on my head didn't hurt too much.
The woman didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid I would retaliate against her. I said to her, "Go on your way." She said, "Aren't you going to the hospital? You should go see a doctor."
"Go on, stop talking nonsense! Whether I go to the hospital or not is none of your business."
"Ma...Ma Gang told me to follow you..."
"Idiot, follow if you want." I left the restaurant and hailed a taxi on the street, and the slut got in.
"What's your name?" I asked the slut on the way, and she said her name was Ding Hui.
"Where do you work?" She said she was working at a hostess bar in Manshanhong. I asked her how she knew Ma Gang, and she said it was through those two kids. Ma Gang was a local thug who said he had a relative who was an official.
"Stop cheating on everything you do! In this society, nobody looks down on you for selling your body, but if you're always cheating, you'll get annoyed, you know? You're lucky you met someone with a good temper like me. If you met someone else, they'd beat you half to death that night."
"I'm sorry, big brother, I was wrong. I'll definitely change. I'll never do it again." Ding Hui hurriedly admitted her mistake, making the driver in front of us turn around to look at us from time to time. We
went to the glass factory hospital to see a doctor, and she got two stitches and was fine. After I left the hospital, I told Ding Hui to leave, but she wouldn't. She insisted on treating me to dinner as an apology for that day. I figured I might as well eat. After dinner at Mongolian Restaurant, this slut even took my arm and asked me to come to her place. I knew what "come to her place" meant, so I didn't refuse.
The slut lived in a rented room in a staff building behind the Industrial College. It was a simple two-bedroom apartment. When I came in, there were three glamorous women dressed like prostitutes playing cards on the only coffee table in the living room. Seeing a slut bring people back wasn't unusual; one of them, in a lewd voice, even asked if I wanted a threesome.
The slut cursed at them and led me into a room. The room had a balcony, only a large bed and a table. Several suitcases sat in the corner, and basins, teacups, towels, and lunchboxes were piled haphazardly on the table, along with some cheap cosmetics. A large glass mirror stood against the table, and women's underwear, bras, and stockings, mostly sexy thongs, were haphazardly nailed to the ceiling.
She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. I slipped my hand under her skirt; her legs were straight and firm, and felt nice to touch. I rubbed her buttocks a few times through her stockings, and her legs wrapped around my waist.
I unbuckled my belt and pulled out my semi-erect penis. She kneaded it knowingly, stroking it a few times with her hand, then spat and made soft, wet sounds as she stroked it. My penis slowly hardened and grew larger under her ministrations.
She looked up at me lewdly and said ingratiatingly, "Brother Yang, your dick is really big."
"Give me a blowjob." I especially love the feeling of a woman giving me oral sex. My girlfriend before I met my wife did this to me, and it was very enjoyable. But my current wife doesn't want to do this to me.
She obediently opened her mouth and took my penis in, sucking it greedily, like sucking on an ice pop, making slurping sounds, her tongue teasing and licking it, occasionally teasing my testicles. My penis became harder and harder, feeling incredibly pleasurable. One of her hands roamed between my legs, supporting my penis, while the other hand reached down to her genitals, quickly rubbing them through her pantyhose.
I breathed heavily, holding her head and rocking it back and forth, using her small mouth to perform piston-like movements on my penis.
She made whimpering sounds, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. The door opened a crack, and a pair of eyes were peeking in. It was one of the three sluts outside, with dyed blonde hair and dressed in a seductive and alluring way. She must have heard us, and her pussy was starting to itch. Seeing me looking at her, she wasn't at all reserved, grinning at me.
I deliberately pulled my hard penis out of Ding Hui's mouth, and the blonde slut's eyes lit up. She involuntarily licked her lips and then disappeared. I was on the verge of ejaculating, my penis throbbing. I grabbed her hair and said, "Get it out, I want to shoot it on your face."
She quickly stroked my penis with her hand, occasionally licking the glans with her tongue. Soon, a tingling sensation spread from my spine to my testicles, and large gushes of thick white semen spurted out. She closed her eyes, her mouth wide open, the white, sticky fluid smearing her eyelids, nose, and even running down her face along her eyelashes. Then came the second, the third. Her face was gradually covered in semen, white, sticky fluid flowing down everywhere, and a lot of it also got into her mouth.
"Uh, I'm going to wash up," she said, trying to leave. I grabbed her and shoved her onto the bed. She fell backward, legs spread, revealing flesh-colored pantyhose underneath, and
surprisingly, no underwear. "Damn, you slut, not even wearing underwear." I stripped off my clothes and came to the bed naked. "No washing your face, this is fine. Straighten it up with your mouth." The woman's face was covered in white semen, a scene of utter depravity.
Ding Hui crawled over like a dog and took my still-erect penis into her mouth. Her oral skills were indeed impressive; my penis quickly became erect again. She put a condom on me and started undressing herself.
I didn't let her take off her stockings; I like having sex with women wearing stockings. Her upper body was already completely naked, and her lower body consisted of pantyhose and black stiletto heels. I parted her thighs, clearly seeing her labia pressed against the stockings, which were already damp.
I used my fingers, through the stockings, to press against her vulva and forcefully push in. The stockings stretched deep into her cavity. I kept pushing harder, deeper and deeper, until the thin stockings finally couldn't withstand the strain and tore a small hole. My fingertips felt the warm, moist flesh and the sticky fluid.
I placed the head of my penis against the tear in the stockings and slowly pushed in, the tear widening until I was completely inside. My face was buried in her chest; her breasts were large, with two purplish-red nipples, which had been bitten by countless men.
Ding Hui moaned loudly, her face covered in semen swaying from side to side. Her stockinged legs wrapped around my waist, swaying with my thrusts. I held her body tightly, using all my strength to thrust deeply to the very end with each stroke.
After pressing down on her and thrusting for a while, I straightened up, supporting her buttocks as I stood up. Her legs were still hooked together behind me, her arms around my neck, letting me carry her as I thrust upwards from below. Her whole body clung to me, trembling with each thrust, loud moans and cries escaping her lips.
I stood there, using the momentum of my thrusts to penetrate her as I walked around the room, finally reaching the mirror. Seeing our two naked bodies intertwined, her legs soon gave way, dangling limply to either side.
I carried her slowly to the balcony, which wasn't enclosed. The outside was completely exposed. I made her lie face down on it, gripping her waist from behind and thrusting violently. She pursed her lips, trying not to moan, but soon couldn't help but start groaning. People were coming and going below, and the industrial college campus in the distance was full of people. I felt an indescribable pleasure, and my testicles started to throb again.
I carried her back into the room and made her kneel on the bed. I started fucking her hard from behind. Because I had just ejaculated, the sensation was weaker and slower this time. She moaned "Oh, oh..." I pushed her hard onto the bed and pressed down on her back, thrusting wildly. Her stockings were completely wet, and my scrotum slapped against them with a crisp slapping sound.
"Damn, it's coming, it's coming..." I flipped her legs over and hoisted them onto my shoulders, pressing down and folding her up. I licked her stockinged calves and pounded my ass hard. The tear in her stockings widened, and her entire vulva was completely exposed. A thick, sticky penis went in and out of her vagina, turning the tender red flesh inside out, which was covered in sticky white foam.
Ding Hui's eyes were closed, her moans growing more urgent with each thrust. Finally, I thrust deep inside her and held on, her vagina began to contract violently, her uterus contracting rhythmically, gushing out streams of hot water, and she let out distorted moans.
My penis, under her orgasmic contractions, reached its limit, ejaculating with each throbbing. I held her body tightly, savoring this supreme pleasure… ************ When I got home that night, my wife was surprised to see the bandage on my head, asking if I had been in a fight. I lied and said I had accidentally bumped into something. For the next few days, my wife came home earlier each day. I knew she was afraid I had gotten into a fight and caused trouble, so I didn't say anything and let her speculate. It wasn't until a few days later, after the stitches were removed at the hospital, signifying the end of the matter, that she stopped suspecting anything.
These past few days, that slut has been contacting me frequently, often riding in my car, but always paying me. Once, she even tried to sleep with me, but I refused. She owed me from last time, and I didn't want any deeper interaction with this slut.
About ten days after that incident, Ma Gang called me, eagerly asking if I was feeling better, acting like a long-lost friend. He said he'd treat me to dinner at Ziyanlou the next day and insisted I attend. I had no reason to refuse; more friends mean more opportunities, and it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. As a taxi driver, I mostly dealt with all sorts of people, and since they wanted to reconcile, I had no reason to refuse.
The next day, I met Ma Gang and the others at Ziyanlou. They were no longer the menacing figures they'd been before; they were all over me, arms around my shoulders, incredibly friendly. Ding Hui, the three women, and the two boys were also there. Ma Gang had the two boys serve me tea and apologize, but I said it was alright, I was there to have a good time, and from now on we'd be colleagues; we became friends after this misunderstanding.
The atmosphere at the dinner was quite lively. The three women and Ma Gang's two men were getting very intimate, their lewd jokes and playful banter could be heard outside the private room. Ma Gang kept toasting me, but I only drank a small glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor) because my injury hadn't fully healed. During the meal, Ma Gang asked me where I used to work, and I said I used to work at a bank.
"A bank is a good place, how come you're driving a taxi now?" Ma Gang said with feigned regret.
"That year, our branch had a case where two employees broke into the vault. Afterwards, all the branch managers and executives were dismissed, and all the employees were laid off. I was implicated in that group."
"Yes, that's how the world is. If you're honest and hardworking, you'll never get rich. Those who mess around end up being powerful." Ma Gang's words weren't wrong; I only understood this later.
"So how's driving a taxi now?"
"Just getting by. Earning a meager living."
"Old Zhou, I see you're quite skilled. Have you trained before?"
"My uncle used to be a wrestling coach at a sports school. I trained with him for a few years."
"What a pity... Old Zhou, I'm telling you, you have such great skills, why don't you use them? How much money can you make driving a taxi? You have this talent, why don't you use it? If you don't seize the time to make money now, there will be so many expenses when your kids grow up and go to school. You'll understand then."
“What kind of special skill is this? This is the knowledge age. A sharp mind is what matters. What good is just a bunch of clumsy, strong guys? If you're not smart, you can only watch others make money.”
“You're stupid. This isn't a special skill? Being able to fight is a special skill! If you want to find work, I can find you one. How about this price?” He mysteriously lowered his voice and held up three fingers.
“What is it?” My heart skipped a beat, but I pretended not to understand.
“We'll talk after dinner…” He maintained his mystery and winked at me.
After dinner, he let the others leave first and said to me alone, “Someone asked me to take care of someone. They said they need his two legs. If you're willing to do it, I'll give you three thousand. How about it?”
“Who is it?” I forced myself to remain calm.
"Tell me first if you're willing to go. I'll only tell you if you are. I'm just pointing you in the right direction because I see you're quite capable."
"What a joke! How can I dare go if you don't explain clearly? What if you ask me to ambush some high-ranking official? I don't want to risk my life for a few thousand dollars."
"Don't worry, I wouldn't dare take on a high-ranking official. It's just an ordinary person."
"Just one person?"
"Just one person."
"Let me think about it. I'll call you before tomorrow." Ma Gang indicated his understanding, and I parted ways with him.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about this. Should I go or not? Three thousand dollars isn't a small amount. I wonder if I can earn that much in a month. Honestly, I don't think I have any special skills. Am I just going to live my life aimlessly? When it's time to fight, I have to fight. But… when I got home that night, the house was quiet again. My wife had started coming home late again these past few days. I knew her so-called overtime was actually going to nightclubs and discos to dance. I had actually followed her. We used to be very loving, but our relationship cooled down after I lost my job. I couldn't earn money and didn't have a stable job, which made her feel ashamed in front of her friends.
She rarely lost her temper with me or spoke coldly to me, and she was cooperative in our sex life, but she also needed an outlet. I didn't have the right to say she was wrong; I just felt our relationship was silently deteriorating.
I took out my phone and dialed Ma Gang's number: "Hey, Lao Ma, I did it."
********** The next day, Lao Ma came to meet me, along with his two henchmen. He showed me the target's information and photo. I saw it was a young man, quite handsome.
"What does this guy do?"
"This kid's from out of town, he works as a manager at an internet cafe in Daobei. He hooked up with the cafe owner's wife while working there, got her pregnant, and her husband found out when she secretly went for an abortion. They're getting a divorce now. Someone asked me to take care of him, to break his legs."
"Is it that boss...?"
"We just focus on our work, don't ask about anything else." Ma Gang's tone was decisive.
"Okay, when do we make our move?"
"We've already found out. That kid lives in the development zone and works in a factory. We can make our move anytime."...In the development zone, a red van was parked on the side of the road. These vans are everywhere here, they don't attract any attention at all. In the distance, the factory gates rang, signaling the end of the workday, and groups of workers filed out. The people in the van strained to find their target in the crowd.
"That's him, the one with that girl."
"There are too many people now, let's wait and make our move."
"What if he doesn't come out?"
"He used to be an internet cafe manager, he's definitely addicted to the internet. We can just wait for him at the entrance."
Sure enough, as dusk fell, a young man staggered towards the entrance of the internet cafe. "Good opportunity, just him, let's go!" The young man walked forward obliviously, and two people came towards him. Although he dodged in advance, he still inevitably bumped into them shoulder to shoulder.
"Fuck your mother! You fucking stop right there!" The man who was bumped into cursed.
"Fuck your mother, you dare say another fucking thing to me?" The young man, unaware of the impending disaster, still thought he was in the right and didn't back down.
Who knew that the two men were waiting for him to say that? One of them rushed forward and stomped on his stomach, then grabbed his collar and slammed him to the ground, punching him hard in the ribs several times. The kid was badly injured and in so much pain he couldn't even speak. The other guy kicked him several times, sending him sprawling on the ground.
People nearby, seeing the fight, quickly gathered around. The two attackers, seeing no time to lose, immediately pulled out a wooden-handled iron hammer and struck the kid's leg twice. The sound of bones cracking filled the air, and the kid screamed and passed out. The
two attackers immediately turned and ran. Before the onlookers could even understand what was happening, they had already crossed the road, jumped into a parked van, and sped away. The whole thing took less than a minute, leaving a group of onlookers watching the spectacle.
The van drove along the road, making several turns before quickly reaching the Lizhuang Bridge. I got out and threw the hammer I'd used in the attack into the river. The van drove out of the city, circled around, and then re-entered the city from another location. Every now and then,
someone would drop me off. I was dropped off at the entrance of No. 27 Middle School. What happened to the rest of the car was Ma Gang's problem.
My heart was pounding. To be honest, this wasn't some petty squabble. Street fights were just minor offenses, but this was serious assault, a criminal case. Those two blows must have crushed his bones; that guy's legs were probably useless now. But I didn't feel sorry for him. There are so many women in the world; why go after other men's wives? If you're going to cuckold someone, you should be prepared for the consequences. I felt a thrill and excitement, like I was doing something heroic.
That evening, I received a call from Ma Gang, saying he'd pick up the money the next day. He also praised my skills, saying I'd taken down the guy in less than a minute. He said I was truly professional. I double-checked the amount and hung up, feeling very excited. When my wife came home and saw me, she asked what was wrong. I told her that a boss had left a briefcase in my car, which I returned. He said he'd give me three thousand yuan and I should pick it up the next day.
My wife was overjoyed. That night, she gave me oral sex, and I excitedly ejaculated all over her breasts. I never knew her mouth felt so good; it practically melted me.
"Hoo...hoo...wife, will you give me oral sex more often in the future?" I pressed down on my wife's body, rapidly thrusting my hips, my thick penis appearing and disappearing, creating waves of flesh and breast.
"Oh...you want it, don't you? Well, that depends on your performance...oh...oh...almost there..."
My wife closed her eyes tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist, constantly thrusting her lower body to meet my penetration. Her body began to tremble, sometimes stiffening, her breath coming in cool air; she was about to climax.
"I...I can do it..." I reached under her armpits and grabbed her shoulders, thrusting my penis in as far as it could, my penis throbbing and ejaculating.
My wife trembled and hugged me tightly, the writhing within her instantly reaching its peak, then exploding powerfully... Everyone took the money from Ma Gang, their faces beaming with joy. I was in an incredibly good mood; maybe this really was a viable path. Ma Gang would definitely get more than us, but I didn't care.
We all went out for a meal together, and after we finished, Ma Gang's two buddies left first. Ma Gang and I were left walking alone on the street.
"This time, you absolutely must keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone, understand?" Ma Gang carefully instructed me.
"What's the latest news? Has the police started investigating?" The person who did the attack and I were both simply disguised, and the whole thing happened in a very short time; I figured nothing would happen.
"It's alright, a guy from out of town is nothing. The guy who paid knows the cops, this will be a piece of cake."
"Yeah, that's good then." I didn't want to show weakness in front of him.
"Brother, I see you're really good at fighting, you took that kid down in no time, I really made the right choice hiring you."
"So-so." I didn't want to reveal too much to him, only by maintaining an air of mystery could I have an advantage... (II) From that day on, I sank deeper and deeper into this quagmire. In the next three months, I followed them and did several more beatings, and even more extortion and debt collection. The beatings were all commissioned by influential people in the underworld. Once, we beat up a building materials store owner in the county, then we beat up an advertising company manager, and the third time we beat up a physical education teacher at a school. All three were permanently disabled.
During this process, my mentality also changed. Before, I would look up to these bosses and managers, thinking that I was not on the same level as them. Later, when I saw them screaming and howling at my feet, I suddenly felt that these people were not so great after all.
Over the past few months, my life has gradually shifted its focus to this. Every day feels exciting and stimulating; I feel like I'm no longer an ordinary person, doing things that ordinary people can't. In these few months, I've made over 26,000 yuan. I no longer care whether my wife comes home late or not; my mind is completely elsewhere.
That day, Lao Ma called again, asking me to come over. After these months of training, I've not only become bolder, but because of my outstanding performance, I've practically become the second most important person after Ma Gang. I gave the car to that friend to drive; she usually drives now. I took the bus to Ma Gang's house.
Ma Gang has definitely earned more than any of us these past few times; this is my first time visiting his house. His house is quite luxuriously decorated; I heard he has a relative who's an official.
When I arrived, the others were already there, including the slut Ding Hui. Last time, she was the one who lured that PE teacher in with her looks before taking him down. Otherwise, with that lecherous guy's background in track and field, he would have been really difficult to deal with. I initially thought Ding Hui was just a temporary guest star last time, but since she's in this one, it seems Ma Gang intends to recruit her.
Ma Gang gestured for me to sit down and said, "We've got another deal, a big one. If we can pull this off, we won't be small-timers anymore; we can start a company."
"Start a company?" We all laughed. We'd never heard of thugs starting a company.
"You don't understand, do you? You mean a civil consulting firm?" The others, being less educated, didn't understand, but I caught on: "You mean private investigators?"
"Exactly! You're so knowledgeable; you figured it out right away. This time, someone wants us to help collect a debt. If we get it back, they'll give us 10%, and they'll even fund our company."
"Who the hell is that? Who's so generous? Helping us start a company? If they're so capable, why don't they collect it themselves?" I expressed my skepticism, thinking there must be something fishy about such good offers.
“I can’t say who it is, it involves many relationships, it’s very complicated. Basically, someone got swindled out of his money, but he doesn’t want to make a scene, so he has to secretly ask someone for help.”
“Is it dirty money?” I didn’t want to get involved in this.
“No, it’s legitimate money, but… let’s put it this way, someone used his father’s money to do business, and he got swindled. The other party kept delaying payment, and eventually the company went bankrupt. He didn’t dare tell his father, nor did he dare ask anyone in his company to help, because many of them are his father’s informants. He couldn’t get it back himself, so he had to secretly ask us to handle it.”
“How much?”
“Hold on tight, twenty million.” Ma Gang’s eyes gleamed with excited red light.
The rest of us gasped at the same time. Twenty million! Can the few of us get it back? I really felt that this was too difficult, at least with the few of us right now, it was probably a long shot.
However, the others were already bewildered by the 20 million. "20 million, even a tenth of that is 2 million! Wow, we're rich!" They were flushed with excitement, as if the money was already within their grasp.
"This guy said that as long as we can get the money back, he can handle even if someone dies. People from the public security, procuratorate, and court have shares in his company, so the losses are everyone's money. So, the legitimate side can rest assured this time. To be honest, this business was introduced by the police."
"Old Ma, have you figured out the situation?" I was still worried. Ma Gang is usually a reliable person, but this matter was too big, so I couldn't help but be cautious.
"Don't worry, I've figured it out."
"Then tell me what to do." I also made up my mind to go all in. I didn't want to drive a taxi forever... When I got home that night, I told my wife that a friend was going to do business in another city and asked me to be his driver and helper for a few days. He said he would reward me handsomely if the business went well.
My wife didn't suspect anything. She even told me to learn how to do business from others and to be careful out there. I thought to myself that this time I was going out to risk my life. If I did well, I would return home in glory; if I failed, I would die far from home.

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