Textbook on Bizarre Sexual Partners

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Prologue:

After graduating from university, I stayed in the city where I was born, raised, and went to school, becoming a junior
civil servant . My days were a typical nine-to-five

routine; I'd read the newspaper in my free time and rush through documents when I was busy—a rather leisurely life. My mother passed away early. Although my father loved me very much, he loved his business even more. His company was very large,
so our house was always bustling with people. In high school, I complained to my father that the house was too noisy and I couldn't
concentrate on my studies.

So, my father bought me a small house in the suburbs. The conditions
were twofold: first, I had to come home to spend one or two days a week with him (in reality, I'd only spend a few hours with him, have dinner, and watch TV); second, I had to concentrate on my studies.

This gave me my own independent space very early on. Although the small apartment was only 60 square meters, it had
a kitchen , bathroom, and shower area, and it was relatively quiet. After I carefully decorated it, even
my father, who had worked in construction and decoration, found it quite comfortable.

After I went to university, my father became even busier, often disappearing for months at a time. I went home even less often. Since my
apartment was close to my university, my college friends and I would often come here to sleep after getting drunk,
or we would come here to drink when we were lonely. So it became another hideout for me and my fellow students in the dorm. Of course,
we would also bring our girlfriends here to sleep, and some brothers would bring their girlfriends to stay overnight.

After graduating from university, I didn't want to go into business like my father, so I took the civil service exam and became a clerk in a department of the city government
. My father probably also felt that running a business was too tiring, so he didn't object to my decision.

My dad comes home every few months, and I go home to spend time with him and enjoy family time. The rest of the time, and after work,
I retreat to my little apartment, creating my own "universal space," watching TV, surfing the internet, and occasionally designing rooms for others—
practice what I've learned to earn a little money so I don't have to ask my dad for money.

One

evening, after a small gathering with a group of college friends, I didn't get home until almost 11 pm, slightly drunk.
During the gathering, these guys were talking non-stop about their recent sexual experiences—seduce office ladies, talk about being a freshman in college—they were all talking a mile a minute, and as if afraid no one would believe them, they even described the entire
sexual intercourse in great detail.
Although I was 100% sure they were exaggerating, I was still "sexually
aroused" on my way home, eager to get home and watch some porn to relieve my pent-up desire.

As I neared home, I suddenly noticed a dark, blurry figure squatting at my doorstep. I was instantly half-sober
.

I went closer and realized it was a person squatting there, head down. "He" was ragged and reeked
of a foul stench; clearly a beggar. I nudged "him," and "he" looked up. Oh! It
was her.

She stared at me intently, her eyes burning, and suddenly chuckled. I suddenly remembered that
this morning, the old lady next door had said there was a lunatic wandering around the area and warned me to be careful. This was probably
the lunatic.

I cursed my bad luck, shrugged her off, and went inside. She suddenly pointed at the apple I was holding, which I
had bought to help her sober up, and exclaimed "Oh wow!" I tossed her an apple, and she wolfed
it down. She must have been hungry. I felt a pang of pity and, remembering I had some food in my fridge
, I went inside to get it for her. But before I could notice, she followed me in without any hesitation.

I heated up two plates of dumplings in the microwave and placed them on the table for her to eat. She
devoured both plates of dumplings like a whirlwind, still looking at me with unsatisfied expression. I had no choice but to go back inside and get her two steamed buns, which she
quickly finished as well. Finally, she stretched contentedly and was about to go to sleep in the living room.

I was both annoyed and amused. Even though I knew she wouldn't freeze to death if
I pushed her out (think about it, she must have spent many nights outside), I still felt bad about pushing her out on this chilly spring night.
However, letting her sleep like that in my living room would probably require a major cleaning of the entire house for several days. I pulled her up,
pushed her to the bathroom side, and gestured for her to go in, take off her clothes, and shower.

I pushed her into the bathroom, and after a while, I heard the sound of running water coming from inside. This girl...
She can take a bath by herself. She's not completely hopeless. I went back to the living room, threw away the plate she'd eaten from,
then mopped up the area where she'd sat, lit incense to get rid of the smell.

After I finished, I turned on the computer and watched two porn videos, but I could still hear the splashing water from the bathroom;
she wasn't finished showering yet. I'd just finished watching porn and was feeling a bit aroused, so I wanted to peek inside and see what this madwoman
looked like after her bath. When I got to the bathroom door, I gently pushed it open, and it wasn't locked! (Of course, this pervert wouldn't know how to lock a door,
but wonder if she knows how to insert a vagina, hehe.) I opened the door and couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. It turned out that the pervert
hadn't taken off her clothes and hadn't turned on the hot water (duh, have you ever seen a pervert turn on hot water?), and was shivering under the cold water,
clutching

. Looks like I'll have to step in and wash her myself. I went inside, turned off the cold water, and then helped her take off her smelly
clothes and threw them outside. Then I took off my own clothes, went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and started bathing her.

To be honest, at first, I didn't have any desire. The pervert had a strange smell,
and bathing her was as natural as bathing my cat.

At first, I poured half a tub of shampoo on her head and rubbed it for half an hour until her hair finally
smelled good. Then I scrubbed her body vigorously, finally revealing her white skin. Then I added half a bottle of
shower gel, and she started to smell a little nice. Then I added half a bag of toothpaste, which freshened her breath
. Exhausted, I sat down on a stool next to the bathroom.

When I sat down to observe her more closely, I realized this crazy woman wasn't ugly at all. She was probably
twenty- four or twenty-five years old, quite tall, about 1.6 meters, with a great figure. Her hair, loose after the bath, looked
fluffy and clean. Her skin, perhaps having been covered in grime for too long, appeared
white like a peeled shrimp.

Even more striking were her large breasts, with small nipples standing erect. She seemed to find the hot water comfortable
and fun, laughing and jumping around under the tap like a playful girl, showing no signs of
madness . Her breasts swayed back and forth like little rabbits, incredibly cute.

Watching all this, my breathing became a little rapid. Thinking about the stories my brothers had just told me, and
the porn I'd just seen, my little brother instantly became engorged and stood up.

So I stood up from the stool, hugged her, and began to gently
caress her breasts with both hands, gradually increasing the pressure. At first, she just giggled, but as the pressure increased, she began
to react, her eyes becoming glazed, and she started moaning. My lips began kissing her neck, then
moved downwards, gradually crossing her chest and stopping at her breasts.

I released her breasts, wrapped my arms around her lower back, and then slid them down her back, stopping at her
buttocks, gently kneading them. My mouth wasn't idle either, taking turns lightly sucking on her nipples. Her moans began to grow
louder.

(I later consulted an expert who said that insane people don't moan; although
their bodies may react, their facial expressions generally remain unchanged. Only people with intellectual disabilities exhibit such reactions; in other words
, she was mentally challenged.)

My lips were no longer satisfied with just her breasts; they began to slide down her slender waist and lower abdomen, entering her
pubic area. Her pubic area was lush and verdant, and I reluctantly released her buttocks to explore that pubic area.
I parted her thick pubic hair and finally saw the two delicate labia. I gently licked them with my tongue while simultaneously
pressing hard on the clitoris with my hand.

She seemed unable to withstand the stimulation, letting out a soft "Ah!" and leaning back against the bathroom wall. I
couldn't hold back . I stood up, lifted one of her legs with my right hand, and gripped my erect
penis with my left, slowly pushing it into her vagina.

She cried out "Ah!" and her body jerked back and forth. I pulled my penis out abruptly, simultaneously pulling her
legs to make her lean towards me, then thrusting in again, plunging my penis deep inside her.
This repeated pulling and thrusting caused her to moan and groan.

I thrust like this for about two hundred times, and suddenly she let out a cry, her body pressed completely against mine, her arms
wrapped around my neck, and at the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid poured onto my penis—she had climaxed.

I lowered her legs, pulled my penis out of her vagina, then carried
her to a nearby stool, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pushed my still-erect penis back into her
vagina , gently pulling while stroking her back and kissing her neck repeatedly.

Perhaps because my thrusting wasn't very fast, her breathing began to even out. But as my thrusting
quickened , her breathing became increasingly rapid. As her gaze grew increasingly unfocused, my mind began to
drift . I only felt my penis throbbing faster, my breathing heavier, my body feeling
like it was about to explode. All I could see was my penis thrusting back and forth in her vagina.

Suddenly, her breathing turned into screams of "Ah, ah..."—a scream that seemed to be filled with pain and
despair, yet also with joy and pleasure. Her screams grew louder and louder, drowning out the gurgling sounds of water,
like primal cry from before the dawn.

Finally, after what felt like hundreds of thrusts, she let out another thunderous scream, slumped
onto the chair, and gushed out another thick stream of vaginal fluid. I thrust a few more times, unable to hold back any longer. My mind
went blank, and I lunged forward, ejaculating all of my semen inside her.

I had originally intended to try doggy style, but seeing her condition, I realized she
would have fallen off the chair if I hadn't held her so tightly. So I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, covering her with a blanket.

Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps she hadn't slept in such a warm bed in a long time, because she quickly fell asleep
. I was also a little tired, so I gently leaned against her breasts and fell asleep too.

The next day was Saturday, no work, and I slept until almost nine o'clock. When I woke up, she was still sleeping
sweetly , her little nose snoring contentedly. I pulled back the blanket; her naked body was both cute
and alluring. Not wanting to disturb her sound sleep, I quietly left the bed to prepare breakfast.

Around ten o'clock, this adorable, sleepy woman finally woke up. Perhaps feeling cold, she rushed
out of . I quickly found some of my own clothes and helped her change. I'm 1.8 meters tall, so the clothes were loose and baggy,
practically robes for her, though of course she didn't object. But as soon as she saw the food, she pounced on it , clearly terrified of hunger.
She ate five steamed buns and a large plate of vegetables before finally stopping, contentedly holding her belly.

II. Pregnant Woman Xiuxiu

********** ...
I originally planned to publish it,
but after seeing everyone's opinions, I figured if I did, some people would curse or call the police, so I decided
to let it be a eunuch. However, I find some people ridiculous; they can accept fantasies of incest and rape, but not
this. Enough rambling, this time I'll post something more normal, though still "weird." If
everyone still thinks it's "too perverted," I guess I'll just write the article and keep it on my hard drive for my own enjoyment.
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After sending that crazy woman away, my life returned to its previous tranquility. Every day, nine to five, a typical day as
a civil servant. Before I knew it, many boring years had passed. During that time, I had a girlfriend,
but soon we both felt exhausted and gradually drifted apart. My father's business was booming, and I hadn't seen him for a long time
.

One afternoon, I invited two friends for drinks near my little house. In the midst of our lively conversation, I suddenly heard a commotion
outside . I went out to see what was going on and saw the restaurant owner scolding a woman with a child. The woman
was carrying something bulging in her pocket. I have a good relationship with the owner, Lao Qiao (I'm a regular customer), so I called out to him
, "Lao Qiao, what's up? I'm having a drink, don't spoil the mood."

Lao Qiao stopped yelling, turned around and said to me, "Young man, a beggar."

I was just about to grab a bottle of wine when I walked over and suddenly saw the shyness, helplessness, and surging emotions in the woman's eyes.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and seeing the little girl behind her, shy and longing for food, I felt a pang of pity and said,
"Give her a bowl of rice, it's on my tab." Old Qiao didn't say anything, and I went back to drinking with my buddies.

After finishing my drinks, I saw the two staggering fellows off, and I was a little unsteady myself. Just as I was about to head home
, a thick local accent suddenly called out, "Young man, thank you."

I was startled, and upon closer inspection, I saw a woman speaking to me. I quickly asked, "What did you say?"

She said, "Thank you for paying for our meal. The child was extremely hungry, otherwise I wouldn't have
humbled myself to beg you."

I smiled and quickly said it was no trouble at all. Just as I was about to turn away, the woman hurriedly said, "Young man, I
just asked the boss. Since you live alone, do you need any help with household chores? We
can ."

I then took a closer look at the woman. Although her clothes made her look older than her age, she was only about twenty-six or twenty
-seven , and quite pretty. Most importantly, what I had thought she was carrying wasn't it at all;
she was actually several months pregnant. Her belly was bulging, like she was carrying a large package. (I hadn't noticed at the time, and I
had drunk a bit too much, so I misunderstood.) Seeing me examining her belly, she blushed and shrank back
slightly.

I laughed and said, "Even if I hire you, I'm afraid you won't be able to do much work."

She argued, "I can manage, I'll be careful."

I don't know what kind of kindness I had that day, but I sighed and said, "Alright, I'll hire you, but I can't afford to pay you
a high salary."

She sighed deeply, "No money needed, my daughter and I just want a place to stay temporarily."

And so, my little house gained two more guests. The two of them slept in the room next to mine, and I slept in the remaining
room. Later, after a long and detailed conversation, I learned about their tragic past.

The pregnant woman, Zhen Xiu, was originally from a mountain village in Hebei Province. She
was considered a talented girl in her village, having been admitted to the county's top high school along with another boy from the village. They were hailed as the village's "
golden couple ," and soon fell in love. However, reality was cruel; a top high school
was far from enough to get into university, and they both failed the entrance exam.

They could have settled down in their hometown, married, and farmed—a perfectly good option. Unexpectedly, the boy, restless and determined to seek his fortune, left her with a heavy heart. A year later, she heard the news that he had been crushed to death by a falling concrete pile on a construction site
in a city . Two years later, she reluctantly married a teacher from the same village, intending to live out her life there. However, less than a year , during renovations of the village school's walls, a section of the wall suddenly collapsed, burying her husband beneath it; he died instantly. Unable to bear children, she couldn't stay with her in-laws and returned home. From then on, villagers spread rumors that she was a " husband-killer ," bringing bad luck to anyone associated with her. Two years later, she married a miner from a mining area far from her home. He had a seven-year- old daughter, Jingjing, the little girl she had been with. A year later, she became pregnant. Just as she was looking forward to her future life, her husband died in an accident underground and never returned. She was entitled to receive her husband's pension, but her husband's brother, vying for this substantial sum, sent thugs to harass her and even called her a "husband-killer." Enraged, she went to the mine and collected all the pension money, then, afraid to return home, took her adopted daughter, several months pregnant, and came to this city to seek refuge with a sister. However, upon arriving at the city, all their money was stolen, and when they went to their sister's address, they found nothing. Unwilling to beg, she only begged when her adopted daughter, Xiuxiu, was unbearably hungry, just before meeting me . I still remember her anger, sorrow, and skepticism when she recounted being called a "husband-killer." I couldn't help but comfort her, "Sister Xiuxiu, you're a high school student too, how could you believe such nonsense!" I saw a complex mix of excitement, trust, and being understood in her eyes. But sometimes she still couldn't help but ask me, "There's really such a thing as a 'husband-killer,' isn't there?" which made me both annoyed and amused.

Of course, I didn't actually want Xiuxiu to do anything for me, but she still couldn't stay idle. I often warned her to be careful not to harm
the fetus, but she never listened. Soon after, I used my connections to get Jingjing into a nearby primary school,
for which Xiuxiu was incredibly grateful.

Two months passed quickly, and Xiuxiu's belly was swollen and large, like a drum. At this point, I imagine she
couldn't even see her toes if she bent over with all her might. Others think pregnant women are ugly, but I find them incredibly sexy
and charming . Then I took Xiuxiu for a pre-pregnancy checkup and discovered the fetus was already eight months along. I forced her not to do
any heavy work, or she would have to bear the consequences. She said, "Which woman in the countryside doesn't work in the fields for the first few hours after giving birth
?" I could only laugh and cry at the same time.

One evening, I had a company dinner and drank a bit too much. When I got home, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep. I was later awakened by a loud clap of thunder
. In the darkness, I suddenly noticed a figure standing in front of the window. I was startled. A thief? A ghost? I jerked on the light and
screamed . Then I saw someone fall off a chair. Looking closer, I saw it was Sister Xiuxiu. I hurried
to help her up, complaining, "Why did you go up there?"

Xiuxiu said, "It's because it's raining outside, and you didn't close the window, so I was afraid you'd get wet."

As soon as I helped Xiuxiu up, I immediately felt something was off. I hadn't noticed in my haste, but now I realized that Xiuxiu had
only been wearing a bra because she had rushed there. And this maternity bra was somewhat see-through (she chose it herself,
which I found strange at the time). Under the light, Xiuxiu's private parts were faintly visible; I could even see her mysterious dark hairs under
the thin fabric . To make matters worse, my hand happened to be on her half-exposed left breast
. Her face, nourished over the past two months, had become fair and radiant. The few
raindrops that had just been sprinkled on her skin, combined with her shy expression as I grasped her breasts, made her look very much like a young woman who had just been intimate.

My lower body instantly hardened. At that moment, she shyly withdrew her hand. Seeing that Xiuxiu didn't
object , I placed my withdrawn hand back on her breasts, while my other hand encircled her
back. My mouth wasn't idle either, and I began to gently suck on her earlobe. Taking advantage of her confused and infatuated state, I used my hands to unbutton her
top, then lifted her bottom, and then let my lips lightly glide over her jade-like neck, her breasts, her large belly, and
finally moved towards her most sensitive spot.

Xiuxiu's eyes were glazed over, and she moaned softly, "No, no."

My hands slid down completely, supporting her buttocks, while my lips roamed over her clitoris and labia.
Xiuxiu seemed to be on the verge of collapse. I slowly stood up, my lips sliding upwards to her breasts, then picked
her up and gently placed her on the bed.

Just then, a childish voice suddenly rang out: "Mommy, I'm so scared, it's thundering, Mommy...
I'm scared, I'll sleep with Jingjing, Mommy, where are you?"

Xiuxiu seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, frantically saying, "No, no, Ahai (my
name )." Then she gently but firmly pushed me away, straightened her clothes, and went back to the other room.

I felt a little ashamed. I had always thought I was helping someone, but I had almost
slept with this pregnant young woman without realizing it. The next day, when Jingjing wasn't around, I apologized to Xiuxiu. Xiuxiu blushed
, and we were both very awkward for the next few days.

The awkwardness wasn't broken until two weeks later. I had just returned from a business trip and rang the doorbell
. After a long time without an answer, I assumed Xiuxiu had gone out and opened the door with my key. But as soon as I entered, I saw her hurriedly saying, "Coming
, coming," as she came out of the bathroom. I was immediately treated to a feast for the eyes.

Xiuxiu was dressed even more revealingly than the other day. Her breasts were completely exposed, and only her protruding belly and the opening of
the shower curtain covered her body. Her body looked especially beautiful after the bath. Her swollen belly displayed a mother's
pride .

She saw me, cried out, and rushed towards her bedroom. Unexpectedly, she slipped and fell to the ground
. I lunged forward and caught her from behind, but due to the force of the impact, we both fell to the ground. Xiuxiu was fine
with me cushioning her fall, but I was in a terrible state. The combined force of the two of us hit me, and my
vision went .

Xiuxiu, disregarding her shyness, hurriedly picked me up. I'm strong and healthy, so the pain was only temporary
. Now, with a beautiful woman holding me, I was happy to enjoy it and also took the opportunity to feast my eyes.

She carried me to the bed, and I laughed, kissing her exposed breasts. She hurriedly covered her
breasts, screaming, "Ah! Pervert!" and then turned back to find her clothes.

I said, "Why are you coming out to greet me like this?"

"Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow? I thought it was Jingjing."

"I finished work, and I missed you, so I came back early."

Xiuxiu suddenly became serious and said to me, "Xiaohai, I know you like me, but I'm an unlucky
woman , so you still shouldn't...don't..."

I saw Xiuxiu was still putting on her clothes, so I suddenly hugged her and said, "Sister Xiuxiu, if you
don't accept me because of this, then you are unforgivable. I like you, I don't believe in these things, and I
don't care about these things." I hugged Xiuxiu from behind, unbuttoned her top, and then gently rubbed her breasts with one hand
while starting to tear off her bath towel with the other.

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