(Modern Romance) [The Devil's Cave in the No Man's Land of Hoh Xil (Part 3)] [Author: Lu Liangzhu] [To be continued]

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"Okay, okay, okay. I'm Chinese, so stop spouting gibberish and say something we can understand." Zhang Hongchuan sauntered into a chair and yelled impatiently at the young lady. "Okay, sir." The young lady straightened up, bowed deeply to the guests, and said in Mandarin, "Welcome to the Hawaiian Hall, sirs and ladies. We hope

our service will satisfy you. Please forgive any shortcomings in our service. Thank you." After

speaking, the young lady bowed to them again and got up to make tea for them.

"Old classmate, sit down, don't just stand there." Zhang Hongchuan pointed to the chair to his left.

After Ma Xining sat down, he instructed the young woman, "Let's stick to the usual rules. Even though we're sitting in a hall with a foreign name, we should still eat what our ancestors cooked for us. Go and arrange it." "

Okay. Brother Zhang, you two have some tea, snacks, and chat for a while. I'll go arrange it right away." The young woman said with a smile, then slowly walked out, closing the door behind her.

"Sir, please have some tea." The woman in the swimsuit gently placed a cup of hot tea in front of Ma Xining.

Ma Xining nodded at the woman. Only then did he notice that this woman, with her delicate features and well-proportioned face, wore a bra that was barely large enough to conceal her full, protruding breasts. Below that were narrow, tight panties that could only barely cover the gap between her legs, not even concealing the fine hairs that were faintly visible on either side. As she turned around, her fair, round, and elastic buttocks were even more exposed, tightly bound by her shorts. With each step she took, the trembling muscles exuded a youthful charm, incredibly sensual.

Having never experienced anything like this before, Ma Xining's eyes were glued to the waitress, his mind wandering... "Miss, come here,"

Zhang Hongchuan called out. The waitress immediately turned 180 degrees, smiling as she approached. This snapped Ma Xining out of his reverie. He cursed himself inwardly: "Damn it, we can't even afford food, and I'm still thinking about this..." "Sir, what can I do for you?" the waitress asked softly, her sweet smile still on her face.

"Now, please sit in that gentleman's lap and let him warm you up," Zhang Hongchuan said seriously, seemingly without considering whether his request was normal or excessive.

This only made Ma Xining more uncomfortable. He thought to himself, "This Xiao Chuanzi is really something, joking around like this." But the young lady still wore that charming smile, turning to look at Ma Xining: "Okay, sir."

"Ah! No! No!" Ma Xining had just been so restless, wanting to touch the young lady's thigh, but as her beautiful and sexy body was about to be offered to him, he was at a loss, anxiously standing up, waving his hands and repeatedly refusing, his expression as if the person approaching him wasn't a person, but a ghost.

"Haha..." Zhang Hongchuan laughed loudly: "Hey, old classmate, how come you're still so uninhibited, growing up in such a bustling metropolis?! Today, even her service in this private room is on our tab. Touch her, so be it. The owner will charge you the full amount, not a penny less."

Ma Xining had been to many restaurants before, and this wasn't his first time sitting in a private room. He knew some private rooms charged a fee, but he had never heard of the owner including the cost of the young lady in the private room fee. At this moment, he seemed to understand why the prices here were so high.

"Come on, he's embarrassed, let's demonstrate for him first," Zhang Hongchuan said, spreading his legs and beckoning to the woman.

However, the woman, who seemed never to say "no," looked embarrassed after glancing at Zhang Hongchuan's girlfriend: "Sir, but that lady, she..."

"Hey. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Since you're out selling yourself, do what they tell you to do. Believe me, if he wanted to sleep with you right now, I guarantee I'd tear your tiny piece of clothing off completely," Zhang

Hongchuan's girlfriend interjected. Her words not only astonished and left the well-traveled woman speechless, but also impressed the world-weary Ma Xining. He seemed to only now notice that Zhang Hongchuan's girlfriend, whose name he didn't know, had only spoken twice since they met. Although Ma Xining had thought she was very beautiful from the moment they met, he had never dared to look at her properly. Now, however, as Zhang Hongchuan pulled the waitress into his arms and his large, rough hands roamed over her body, he couldn't help but scrutinize Zhang Hongchuan's girlfriend.

She was a woman in her early twenties, seemingly a bit haughty. Her large, bright eyes seemed to speak volumes. Her slender, snow-white neck further accentuated her delicate, oval face, making her even more beautiful. After entering the room, she had already taken off her coat; a pink, fitted thin sweater clung to her full upper body, looking perfectly proportioned. At this moment, she seemed completely oblivious to the scene around her, calmly peeling sunflower seeds with her slender, white hands, occasionally putting them into her small mouth, painted with purplish-red lipstick, and gently chewing with her two rows of neat, white teeth.

Whether the waitress forgot about the woman beside her, or it was out of professional habit, or she was genuinely aroused by Zhang Hongchuan's teasing, she let out two soft moans, "Ah...ah."

"Hmph..." Zhang Hongchuan's girlfriend sneered.

She tossed the sunflower seeds in her hand into the tray and moved closer to Zhang Hongchuan and the other woman. Before Ma Xining could figure out what was going on, she had already reached her hand into the waitress's lower body: "Stop fucking flaunting yourself here, you can't even get a wet toilet paper down there."

Upon hearing this, even Zhang Hongchuan seemed a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do. Fortunately, there was a knock on the door. The waitress immediately sprang off Zhang Hongchuan's lap, and without caring about anyone else, pulled down her bra, which had already been pulled up over her breasts, to cover her two rosy breasts and two large purple nipples, and opened the door.

Three waitresses entered, each wearing a miniskirt and a top so low it almost completely exposed their cleavage. Although their skin was purple from the cold, lacking the luster and beauty of youthful skin, each wore a bright smile.

The dishes were few but exquisitely presented, beautifully colored and fragrant. The wine was "Qingke Touqu," a local specialty.

"Ningzi, I've been back in Xining for several years, but I haven't run into many of my old classmates. It's fate that we've met again today. You know, I've always loved making friends, and from now on, we're brothers again. Come on, bottoms up!" Zhang Hongchuan raised his glass, clinked it against Ma Xining's, and downed it in one gulp.

"Cheers!" Ma Xining also downed his glass. He wasn't a big drinker, and today, burdened by worries, he quickly felt thirsty and his head was spinning amidst the clinking of glasses.

"Old classmate, another round, cheers!" After a few drinks, Zhang Hongchuan seemed even more refreshed and full of bravado.

"No... I can't... I..." Ma Xining declined, his eyes already slightly blurry with drunkenness.

"Hey, this little bit of wine is nothing. Miss, come here. It seems my classmate needs some special tricks from you to get him to drink it." Zhang Hongchuan glanced at Ma Xining while giving the young lady a meaningful look. The young lady immediately understood, quickly went to Ma Xining's side, picked up the wine glass on the table, and downed it in one gulp. Then, she bent down and wrapped her arms around Ma Xining's neck as he sat in the chair, pressing her lips to his and pouring all the wine and saliva from her mouth onto him, almost choking him before he could even react.

"Hey, hey...you..."

Looking at Ma Xining's terrified expression, Zhang Hongchuan couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Ha...old classmate, this is called drinking with women. How is it? Does the wine taste different?"

"Ah, ah...I..."

"What?! Are you a little embarrassed? Come on, let me give you another performance, you can watch carefully." As Zhang Hongchuan spoke, he reached out and pulled the girl next to him, dragging her over and pressing her down on his lap. The unsuspecting girl almost dropped the piece of red oil chicken she was holding, but she didn't say a word, only glared at Zhang Hongchuan fiercely, and then obediently sat in his lap.

"How about it?! It's about the same as everyone else, isn't it?! Come on." Zhang Hongchuan filled two glasses with wine, and looked at Ma Xining, who was in a dilemma and didn't know where to put his hands, with a smile. "Today I'll teach you a few tricks on how to drink with a courtesan, that's what you call really fun."

After Zhang Hongchuan finished speaking, he didn't care what his girlfriend thought, and reached out to grab her shirt as he pulled it up.

(III)

"You really want to take it off?!" Zhang Hongchuan's girlfriend's eyes almost shot out flames, but the flames only flashed for a moment, and then they were replaced by cold eyes.

"Hehe..." Zhang Hongchuan, reeking of alcohol, let out a lewd laugh. "There's no one else here, what the hell are you pretending to be?! Your thing hasn't just been seen by me alone, who knows how many other men have played with it."

With Zhang Hongchuan's words, his girlfriend silently stood up, tears welling in her eyes, but she bit her lower lip tightly with her upper teeth, forcing back the tears. Then, she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her clothes, and pulled them up, revealing her snow-white skin. Next, she pulled back her black silk embroidered bra, revealing her two full and elastic breasts, like two wild horses, standing proudly.

Although Ma Xining was already in a drunken stupor, he was still aroused by the beautiful figure he had never seen before. His heart began to pound wildly, and he desperately wanted to rush forward, hold her tightly in his arms, and caress her thoroughly. But in this situation, he lacked both the courage and the boldness; he could only let the thought fester in his mind. As this wicked thought grew, his body instinctively began to change. This change was quickly noticed by the scantily clad waitress sitting in his lap, but she showed no surprise or discomfort, as if she had expected it. She winked at him knowingly, and then began to rub her buttocks back and forth against his lap with increasing force.

"Brother, watch," Zhang Hongchuan called out smugly to Ma Xining, pulling the woman back onto his lap. He first opened his stubble-covered mouth and took the woman's nipple into his mouth, then reached for a wine glass on the table and slowly poured the wine onto her breasts, slurping it with his lips. Whether stimulated by the cold liquor or some other factor, the woman shifted slightly, seemingly trying to stand up, but then hesitated and gave up. Her cold gaze held neither joy nor pain, like a stagnant pool, chillingly still.

"Hey, brother, I'm done for. Now it's your turn." Zhang Hongchuan lifted his head from Ma Zi's fair chest, grabbed the bottle from the table, filled his own empty glass, and held it up to Ma Xining, waiting to pour him a drink.

"I..." Ma Xining truly didn't want to drink anymore; the churning in his stomach was making him almost lose control. But before he could utter a word, at Zhang Hongchuan's signal, the waitress picked up her glass again, poured the entire drink into her mouth, and then pressed her pouting lips tightly against Ma Xining's once more.

"Good! Again!" Zhang Hongchuan's enthusiasm soared. He shouted with ecstatic abandon, refilling Ma Xining's glass with the wine from the bottle. Then, he lowered his head and kissed his girlfriend's other breast.

After several drinks, Ma Xining was finding it increasingly difficult to stay awake. At first, he tried to stay awake, desperately trying to keep his increasingly narrow eyelids from closing completely, but the more he tried, the heavier his eyelids became, until he gradually drifted off to sleep, snoring softly.

"Big brother, big brother..." The waitress cupped Ma Xining's heavy head in her hands, calling out repeatedly, trying to wake him. But Ma Xining only let out two unconscious hums and continued wandering in his dream, ignoring all calls.

"Hey, his alcohol tolerance is fucking low! He's passed out in just a few drinks. Go. Help him to the sofa inside and lie down, find something to cover him with, then come back and keep drinking with me." "

Okay, bro, but I..." The waitress looked at the completely drunk Ma Xining, then at Zhang Hongchuan, and said with a troubled expression.

"What's wrong? I was just getting into a bit of fun, and you're not going to keep me company? Are you going to make me drink alone?" Zhang Hongchuan was getting a little angry.

"That's not what I meant, bro. I meant I'm alone..." The waitress pointed awkwardly at Ma Xining, and Zhang Hongchuan realized that she couldn't move such a heavy man by herself.

"Let me do it, you just need to keep me company while I drink." Zhang Hongchuan waved to the waitress casually, and after the girl in his arms stood up, he got up and walked to the chair Ma Xining was leaning against. The waitress noticed that he was also a little drunk. Perhaps it was this intoxication that gave Zhang Hongchuan his extraordinary strength. He bent down, scooped up the over 100-pound Ma Xining with both hands, and carried him directly to a sofa in a smaller room separated by a partition taller than a person. The waitress following closely behind him hurriedly opened a low cabinet and took out a pillow and a thin blanket.

She gently unfolded the blanket and covered Ma Xining, then bent down, gently lifting Ma Xining's head with one hand and tucking the pillow inside with the other.

Zhang Hongchuan, who had been standing beside her, was suddenly drawn to the small, tight-fitting black silk panties that were revealed as she bent over. Instantly, a strong desire, fueled by the alcohol, surged within him like a tidal wave. Without even thinking, Zhang Hongchuan pounced on the waitress like a hungry dog snatching food.

"Big Brother..." The unsuspecting young lady was startled by Zhang Hongchuan's sudden action, but in an instant, she understood everything. Still somewhat panicked, she asked, "Big Brother, that young lady outside, what if she..."

Zhang Hongchuan remained silent. He tightly embraced the young lady's soft, slender waist with one hand, while the other slipped under her miniskirt, easily pulling down the panties that had aroused his desire onto her thigh.

The young woman no longer seemed uneasy; instead, she exuded the intense pleasure of a hunter catching his prey. However, driven by her professional instincts, she broke free from Zhang Hongchuan's embrace and turned to extend an empty hand towards him. Zhang Hongchuan, skilled in such matters, naturally understood the implication. He immediately reached into his back pocket and pulled several hundred-yuan bills, without even counting them, and placed them on the young woman's hand. He then pulled her back into his arms… Only then did the young woman truly cooperate. She clutched the hundred-yuan bills tightly, arching her backside as Zhang Hongchuan panted and pounded on her… But unexpectedly, Zhang Hongchuan's girlfriend, seeing that Zhang Hongchuan and the young woman hadn't come out for a while, assumed Zhang Hongchuan had also drunk too much and hurriedly entered without a word.

"Ah—" the young lady cried out in surprise, abandoning all professional ethics and pretentious flattery. She suddenly sat up, and her hard back of the head slammed solidly into Zhang Hongchuan's chin, who was completely unprepared and only focused on his lower body. The pain ignited his anger: "You son of a bitch!..."

Before Zhang Hongchuan could finish cursing, he followed the young lady's gaze and saw his girlfriend. But he was clearly unconcerned, showing neither shame nor unease, as if his affair with the young lady was perfectly normal. His girlfriend seemed completely unconcerned. Just as she was about to turn and leave, Zhang Hongchuan, like a wolf in heat, suddenly pounced and pulled her back. Before she and the other woman could react, Zhang Hongchuan's wicked hands had already ripped her black leggings, thermal underwear, and panties up to her thighs. He then forcefully bent her over, making her, like the other woman, stick out her white, tender buttocks for him to vent his desires on. But whether it was his girlfriend's lack of cooperation or the tight pants clinging to her thighs that prevented him from succeeding, Zhang Hongchuan tried several times without success. In desperation, he simply lifted one foot and slipped it between his girlfriend's open legs, completely disregarding the dirt on his shoes, and stomped down on her pants. Then, he grabbed his girlfriend around the waist, forcefully pulling her out of his pants at the ankles, disregarding her feelings, and abruptly spread her legs, pressing his round belly against hers. Only then did he seem to calm his agitation, continuing to vent his frustration on his girlfriend while simultaneously pulling the woman closer and caressing her. After a while, he changed positions, lying on top of the woman… II.

Ma Xining woke up to find it was already night, a wall lamp above him emitting a soft glow.

“Where am I?” He was startled, sitting up abruptly. Although still feeling a little dizzy, he was much more awake. He sat quietly for a while before realizing he was lying in a double room in a hotel, thick floor-to-ceiling curtains abruptly separating the interior from the exterior. He was alone in the room; his clothes and pants had long since been taken off and piled on the bed next to him.

Money! The thought of the 15,000 yuan in his pocket sent a chill down Ma Xining's spine. He frantically threw off the blanket, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the pile of clothes on the bed. When he reached into his coat pocket and touched the thick wad of bills, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart sinking back down.

"Ugh, I'm so poor! Zhang Hongchuan treated me so generously, and he's so wealthy, he wouldn't possibly have any designs on me. I'm such a petty bastard!" Ma Xining cursed himself inwardly, reaching for a pack of "Hademen" cigarettes in his coat pocket. But then he noticed an unopened pack of soft-pack "Chunghwa" cigarettes on the bedside table—a gift from Zhang Hongchuan.

So he put down the clothes he was holding, grabbed the pack of "Chunghwa" cigarettes on the bedside table, quickly tore it open, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, curled back into bed, and comfortably leaned against the headboard to slowly savor it. But after only a few puffs, he regretted tearing open the pack. He thought about how many times he would need to ask favors or prayers in the future, and he should save this good cigarette; it might come in handy then, and it would also save him some money. Thinking of this, he subconsciously reached for the ashtray on the bedside table, intending to stub it out and put it away. But then he thought again, he'd already taken several puffs of this cigarette, so he might as well finish it. In the end, he only kept the rest of the pack.

Watching the wisps of white smoke exhaled from his mouth, Ma Xining saw Zhang Hongchuan in his luxurious clothes again, and he saw that beautiful girl again. At this moment, he felt utterly insignificant and pathetic compared to Zhang Hongchuan. As children, they were classmates on equal footing; in fact, Ma Xining was even more academically gifted than Zhang Hongchuan. But now? After decades of drifting, he was like a leaf adrift in the air, without roots to survive or branches to withstand the wind and rain. Besides the meager 15,000 yuan handout, like giving money to a beggar, he had nothing. No job, no livelihood, no foundation for life, no goal to strive for. For the first time in his life, he truly understood how important it was to have a workplace and organization. Once, he had been so indifferent and nonchalant about his profession, but now he deeply missed the days when he relied on his organization and workplace. In the past, no matter what happened to him, he only needed to report to the organization to receive its care and assistance. This sense of security was not only his support in life but also his courage and strength to overcome difficulties. Now all of that is gone, and he feels like a helpless, lonely, and lost orphan. He can't predict what awaits him, nor does he know where he'll go from here. Deep down, he feels utterly lost and helpless… He thinks of Zhang Hongchuan again. Although he doesn't yet know what Zhang Hongchuan does, based on their brief encounter today, he believes Zhang Hongchuan has the ability and means to help him find a new job and show him a way to make money. Asking for help has always been something he's extremely reluctant to do, especially from a former classmate who was once his equal. Nevertheless, he can't worry about that now. His last shred of self-respect is so weak and powerless in the face of the hope of finding a job, easily shattered.

"Ring, ring..."

A sudden, urgent phone call interrupted his jumbled thoughts. He grabbed the receiver in a panic: "Hello..."

"Sir, hello. This is a hotel staff member. Mr. Zhang asked me to call you to see if you're awake..."

"Yes, yes. Where is Mr. Zhang? I want to see him right away," Ma Xining interrupted impatiently. "

Mr. Zhang is still resting. He's already made arrangements. I'll come to your room right away, okay?"

"Okay." Ma Xining hung up the phone, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, grabbed his clothes, and began to put them on. Although the staff member hadn't told him on the phone what arrangements Zhang Hongchuan had made for him, he still hurriedly dressed.

"Ring, ring."

"Come in." Needless to say, it was the staff member who had made the call. As soon as the doorbell rang, Ma Xining opened the door without even asking.

This was a male waiter in his early twenties, wearing a red uniform and a plexiglass waiter's badge on his chest.

"Sir, Mr. Zhang would like you to take a sauna after you've rested. So, I've brought you your pajamas."

"A sauna?!" Zhang Hongchuan's arrangement was completely unexpected for Ma Xining. He had taken a sauna once before, last year when entertaining a client from the company. The client had made the request after dinner, and he had hurriedly sought approval from the deputy manager in charge before agreeing to the client's request. He had benefited from the sauna, and the blissful feeling afterward was still unforgettable. But right now, he had no leisure to experience that feeling. "A sauna? I think I'll pass."

Although Ma Xining was vaguely reluctant to give up this opportunity, reason told him that he had a more important matter to ask Zhang Hongchuan for help with, and he was afraid that Zhang Hongchuan's spending so much would affect the progress of that important matter.

"Sir, please go. This is what General Manager Zhang repeatedly instructed. He requires us to serve you well. Otherwise, he will definitely cause trouble for us." The waiter said as he handed over the pajamas, his tone so sincere, even pleading.

Ma Xining hesitated. Looking at the waiter's pleading eyes, he recalled Zhang Hongchuan's hearty drinking, and then worried that if he didn't go, Zhang Hongchuan might feel he hadn't given him face, mistakenly thinking he didn't appreciate the favor. If that happened, things would be even worse.

"Sir, please go. Mr. Zhang is still resting anyway. He said he'll pick you up after dinner."

"Dinner?" Ma Xining was taken aback.

He had thought it was already dark, but when he looked at his watch carefully, he realized it wasn't even 5 PM yet. "I'm such a fucking idiot, fooled by a curtain and a lamp," Ma Xining thought to himself. "Besides, there are still several hours until dinner, and I have nothing to do. I might as well go and take a shower to pass the time."

"Alright then," Ma Xining said, his mind made up. He took the pajamas the waiter offered and began to take off the clothes he had been wearing.

"Sir, the sauna is at the end of the left aisle. I'll go and greet you first," the waiter said after Ma Xining agreed.

"But this room?" Ma Xining suddenly remembered the money in his clothes and asked nervously.

"Sir, please rest assured. This room has been reserved by General Manager Zhang. Here is the key tag. When you leave, please lock the door so no one can get in." After saying this, the waiter handed him a key tag with a delicate string on it, then left and closed the door behind him.

After the door closed, Ma Xining took a few more steps towards the door. Seeing that the waiter had indeed left, he returned to the bed, stuffed the coat containing the money into the middle of the bed where he had just been lying, straightened the blankets, and stood there looking around repeatedly. Finding nothing amiss, he put on his pajamas and walked towards the door.

The sauna staff were already waiting for him at the door. As soon as he appeared, he was warmly led into the lounge/changing room.

Ma Xining was only wearing his underwear and pajamas. Changing shouldn't have been difficult, but he neither had the habit of being naked in front of other men nor was he willing to do so. Last year, a customer had mocked him for it during a sauna visit. Faced with the same problem today, he was still somewhat at a loss. After taking off his pajamas, he didn't bother to remove his underwear. He knew that once he entered the wooden steam room, the intense steam would open every pore of his body, causing him to sweat profusely, and he wouldn't be able to keep his underwear on.

Just as he was struggling with this dilemma, the waiter seemed to understand his thoughts and quickly brought him a towel. He nodded gratefully to the waiter, wrapped the towel around his waist, and then slowly took off his underwear and placed it with his pajamas. He then put the room key on his wrist and was finally led into the steaming steam room by the waiter.

Although this was Ma Xining's second time in the steam room, he wasn't quite used to it yet. After only a short while, he was drenched in sweat, feeling dizzy and his breathing became heavy. Afraid of being laughed at by the staff if he left too early, he forced himself to stay in the steam room a little longer. Gradually, more and more sweat poured from his body, dripping down his skin with the steam. He began to worry about fainting, so he quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried out. Fortunately, the staff seemed used to this and warmly led him to the shower, personally adjusting the water temperature before inviting him in. The enthusiastic staff offered to scrub his back, but he declined. As soon as the waiter left, he slammed the door shut, fearing someone might accidentally stumble in and peep at his private parts. So much so that when the waiter brought him his underwear, it took him a long time to hear him knocking, and he only opened the door a crack to let the waiter pass the underwear in.

The underwear was brand new, made of very soft and thin material, but the legs were surprisingly wide, and the crotch was also quite loose. Ma Xining felt exceptionally comfortable as soon as he put it on. He originally wanted to ask the waiter if he could take his old underwear, but ultimately he was too embarrassed to ask. He simply put on the pajamas and prepared to return to his room, but the waiter led him to another private room.

It was a small room, clearly a renovated and partitioned space following the original room layout. Two single sofas and a coffee table, along with an extra-wide massage bed, occupied almost the entire space of the room. However, the soft lighting, decorated walls, and running heating pipes filled the room with a warm and cozy atmosphere, making it feel anything but cramped.

"Sir, please have a seat,"

the waiter politely gestured, inviting Ma Xining to sit on the sofa. Then, another young man entered the room carrying a tray. On the tray were a cup of coffee-colored beverage, a small water bottle, a pack of unopened "Chunghwa" cigarettes, and a disposable lighter. There were also two small, nicely packaged bags of toilet paper and a plastic bag containing a piece of gauze. The young man bent down, placed the items on the coffee table without looking up, and silently withdrew.

The waiter skillfully took the cigarettes from the coffee table, tore open the wrapper, took one out, and offered it to Ma Xining with both hands: "Sir, please have a smoke."

After Ma Xining took the cigarette, the waiter hurriedly picked up a lighter and respectfully lit it for him. Ma Xining was already somewhat flattered by the waiter's attentiveness and didn't know what to do, but he suppressed his excitement and unease and said lightly, "Thank you." He then turned his gaze to the steaming beverage, afraid that the waiter would see some secret in his eyes.

"Sir, this beverage is a special one from our hotel. It can enhance male potency and boost vitality. Please enjoy it. I'll go and call a massage therapist for you right away." After saying this, he bowed deeply to Ma Xining and then closed the door behind him and left the room.

Ma Xining had been sweating profusely from the steam, and his throat was already parched. Upon hearing the waiter mention the drink's nourishing properties, he quickly picked it up and gulped it down. After one glass, his throat felt much clearer, but he still seemed thirsty, so he poured himself another glass. He expected the drink to be very hot and difficult to drink immediately, but after pouring it, he found it wasn't scalding at all. So, he gulped down another large glass. Then, he filled the glass again. This time, he drank it less hastily, slowly savoring the drink's sweet but not cloying, fragrant but not overpowering, pure flavor with a lingering aftertaste. What amazed him even more was that after the two drinks, he felt a tremendous warmth coursing through his body, as if he had been reborn, full of vitality and energy.

"Knock knock knock."

A few very soft knocks on the door, as if afraid to disturb his wonderful inner feeling, "Come in."

The same attentive waiter entered, followed by a beautiful long-haired woman. Tall and slender, she wore a pink dress that accentuated her graceful figure.

Ma Xining hesitated to linger his gaze on her, but at first glance, he sensed she was even more beautiful and alluring than the woman who had served him at the restaurant at lunchtime.

"Sir, this is Miss Huang. She will be giving you a massage today, is that alright?"

Ma Xining had never been touched by a woman other than his wife before. Although he had had several opportunities and felt a longing for women, he had never dared to take that final, crucial step. Normally, he would have declined or refused after the waiter's suggestion. But now, the surge of emotion within him seemed to have emboldened him, emboldened him, and given him confidence. Although he didn't utter a sound, he silently nodded.

"Sir, if you need anything else, just let me know." The waiter finished speaking and left without waiting for Ma Xining's reply, locking the door behind him. Now, only he and the woman surnamed Huang remained in the room.

Ma Xining silently smoked his cigarette, feeling extremely nervous and uneasy. Although massage parlors, hotels, and entertainment venues with signs advertising "massage" were everywhere, he had never tried any. Now, he truly didn't know what to do. He worried that she would see through his act as a naive and unsophisticated country bumpkin and laugh at him. Therefore, he decided to remain calm and composed, waiting for the right moment to react. He figured that as long as he didn't show any emotion, the woman surnamed Huang wouldn't be able to find anything amiss. The

well-traveled Ms. Huang, at this moment, was also completely flustered by Ma Xining's gloomy and cold expression. She had never met such a calm and collected customer. She was genuinely afraid he might be a policeman; if so, she could easily get herself into serious trouble. Therefore, she cautiously pondered his motives, hesitant to make a move.

They remained silently locked in this standoff, each harboring their own secrets, neither daring to take the initiative.

"Brother, why don't you lie down on the massage bed, I'll give you a massage?" After a long while, Miss Huang finally broke the stalemate, tentatively asking.

"Oh, you want to lie down on the bed for a massage? That's the massage bed." Ma Xining understood, finally figuring out the first step. But outwardly, he remained impassive, saying calmly, "Alright."

He got up and walked to the bed, only to find that the flat massage bed had neither pillows nor directional markings at the head or foot of the bed. For a moment, he didn't know which way to lie down. He secretly glanced at Miss Huang, and seeing that she wasn't paying attention, carefully examined both ends of the bed again. This time, he noticed a large hole in the middle of one end of the bed. A surge of joy filled him, and he figured the hole must be for his feet. So, he sat in the middle of the bed, took off his slippers, and put his feet into the hole, leaning his upper body to the other end.

Actually, from the moment Ma Xining got up, Miss Huang had been watching his every move with unusual vigilance. Ma Xining's hesitation by the bed, and his self-righteous choice to put his feet in the hole meant for his head during the massage, finally made her understand the reason, and her fear and unease vanished instantly. She smiled silently and got up to walk towards the massage bed. She was very confident that in less than ten minutes, this seemingly honest, dignified, yet naive and unsophisticated bumpkin would be teased into revealing his true, beastly nature like a hungry wolf.

"Sir, where would you like to begin?" Miss Huang, exuding a captivating fragrance, hovered her beautiful face above Ma Xining's, her large, expressive eyes smiling as she softly asked.

Ma Xining was startled, hastily averting his gaze. He thought to himself, this massage is too complicated; he had no idea where to start. For a moment, his mind raced through all the different parts of his body, but he couldn't quite grasp any useful information. So, he simply said, "Anything is fine."

"Alright!" Miss Huang smiled charmingly, reaching out to loosen the tightly tied belt of Ma Xining's pajamas and flipping them open. Instantly, except for his two arms still encased in the pajamas, Ma Xining's thin body was exposed.

"You..." Ma Xining cried out in shame, panic, and alarm, trying to scramble to his feet. But Miss Huang's soft, boneless, warm, and slender hands were already pressed against his chest: "Sir, please lie down and relax."

Ma Xining felt embarrassed and had no choice but to lie down again, but all the muscles in his body were involuntarily tense and stiff. Miss Huang seemed unconcerned about this and confidently began to slowly move her hands over his body, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.

Her fingertips slid smoothly down Ma Xining's chest, across his abdomen, and gradually down to his lower abdomen. Through the thin layer of his new underwear, Ma Xining felt with a mixture of fear and novelty that the warm pressure had reached the edge of his thick black forest. The muscles on both sides, unable to withstand the pressure, continuously transmitted the force downwards, so that the two exposed "peanuts" were increasingly surrounded by that force, and the thing he tried so hard to keep still was also restless and eager to move. At this point, Ma Xining suddenly understood why so many men were willing to pay for massages. Massage had such a comfortable and pleasant feeling; others used it to relax, so why shouldn't he naturally experience it himself? Besides, he didn't have to pay. Thinking this, he felt relieved.

Although Ma Xining no longer felt awkward, he couldn't hide his embarrassment. So, he simply closed his eyes, pretending to be drowsy. This made him feel the changes below even more clearly. These changes made him increasingly eager for Miss Huang's delicate hands to continue moving downwards, but to his disappointment, Miss Huang's purpose seemed only to make him erect, completely ignoring his inner desires and longings. At this moment, Miss Huang seemed completely oblivious to the fact that his erection had created a tent in his wide trousers. She skipped over that area and moved to his thighs to massage.

Ma Xining's blood boiled, and his desire burned fiercely. He instinctively wanted to make a move, but after squinting at Miss Huang's serious and silent demeanor, he could only close his eyes gently, secretly tensing the muscles in his thighs and thrusting his hips upwards. He wanted to subtly hint at his desire to Miss Huang, and also to use her downward pressure to alleviate some of his urges. Miss Huang, however, seemed oblivious to his actions and intentions, continuing her meticulous and methodical massage.

Ma Xining had never experienced such intense and stimulating lust. He desperately tried to extinguish the raging fire within him, but Miss Huang's gentle kneading of his thighs was like a blacksmith constantly fanning the flames. Just then, during the massage, Ms. Huang's hands happened to press against the inside of his thighs, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his erection. Unable to bear it any longer, Ma Xining instinctively clamped his legs together, like a vise, tightly gripping Ms. Huang's hands, and desperately tried to push his erection against her hands. But Ms. Huang forcefully pulled her hands away and walked silently to the coffee table. Oh no

! Knowing he was in the wrong, Ma Xining's heart skipped a beat, and his lust subsided considerably. He was afraid that Ms. Huang would report this to her superiors; firstly, they might use it to extort money from him, and secondly, Zhang Hongchuan would look down on him even more.

He began to regret coming here for a massage in the first place. He made up his mind that as soon as Ms. Huang left, he would pounce on her and beg for her forgiveness.

It seems all his worries were unnecessary. Ms. Huang didn't go outside at all. Instead, she went to the tea cabinet, picked up the plastic bag containing gauze, tore it open, took out a piece of medical gauze that looked like a small handkerchief, and then returned to the massage bed.

This time, Ma Xining neither pondered what would happen next nor dared to harbor any improper thoughts. He acted like a lamb to the slaughter, letting Miss Huang do as she pleased.

Miss Huang gently covered Ma Xining's navel with gauze, then bent down over his stomach and blew hot air forcefully through the gauze onto his navel. Each breath of hot air made Ma Xining's blood boil again. After a while, Miss Huang straightened up and moved the gauze to Ma Xining's lower abdomen, blowing hard again, breath after breath. The waves of heat rekindled Ma Xining's almost extinguished desire, and his erection rose once more. However, he dared not move again and secretly resolved to control his emotions no matter what. After

blowing for a while, Miss Huang seemed tired. She straightened up and took a few deep breaths. When she bent down again, her hands gently rested on Ma Xining's body. One hand gently caressed his chest, while the other accurately landed on his flagpole. Before the bewildered Ma Xining could react, her hand was already gripping the thick flagpole tightly and moving it up and down repeatedly… Ma Xining's resolve crumbled instantly, all his defenses collapsed. Everything vanished from his mind, leaving only a primal and instinctive desire dominating him.

His hand involuntarily reached for Miss Huang's thigh, slowly moving upwards along her smooth skin.

In a daze, Ma Xining's underwear had been pulled down to his calves by Miss Huang, and Ma Xining's fingers slowly roamed to the top of Miss Huang's thigh. Only then did he realize that Miss Huang was wearing nothing underneath her dress. Therefore, he effortlessly inserted his fingers into the place he most craved at that moment, fully savoring the excitement and novelty it brought him.

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