Village chaos

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I glanced at my watch; it was almost nine o'clock. I put away my novel, picked up a math book, and pretended to study. To be honest, the first-year high school curriculum was quite easy for me; even without much effort, I could still do well on tests. I was born in a quiet and poor little mountain village. My parents are my father and mother, and I have a younger sister who is three years younger than me. My father is very intelligent, but unfortunately, due to his family background, he didn't have much opportunity to study. However, he didn't complain much; he placed all his hopes on me, hoping I could get into a prestigious university and bring him honor. Fortunately, I inherited his intelligence, and my grades have always been good. My mother was illiterate, and while she was pretty and had a good figure, she had a long scar on her neck from being scalded with boiling water when I was a child. But then again, without that scar, she wouldn't have married my father, and naturally, there would be no me, no story. My mother is a woman of few words, always focused on her work, never making decisions. I don't talk to her much either. The three words she says to me most often are: "Time to eat," and I simply call her "Mom" when we meet. Just after 9 o'clock, my mother pushed open the door with a washbasin in her pocket. People in the countryside don't knock. While I was washing my face, Mom took out my foot bath from under the bed. After I finished washing, she poured most of the hot water from the washbasin into the foot bath. While I soaked my feet, Mom bent down and started taking off her shoes and pants, as usual. After putting them away, she lay on my bed, her buttocks slightly raised. I dried my feet, took off my pants, and climbed on top of her, starting to do it like a dog. My little brother easily penetrated my mother's vagina. Her vagina was very slippery, but I knew it wasn't her vaginal fluid but our cooking oil. Every night when my mother came, she would apply some cooking oil to the inside and outside of her vagina; it was her habit, just like how no matter how vigorously I thrust, she remained motionless, silently enduring without making a sound. About 10 minutes later, I ejaculated. I got off my mother, and as usual, she used the remaining hot water in the basin to clean my penis. She washed herself, cleaned away the semen I had left inside her, put on her pants and shoes, emptied the water from the basin through the window, closed the door, and quietly left. For over three months, this has been the routine every night. I've gotten used to having sex with my mother every night before going to sleep. At first, I was worried that my father would find out, but now I feel no fear at all. But every time my mother comes in, the first thing she does is close and lock the door, even though my father has never entered my room at night. Except for the few words we exchanged the first time we had sex six months ago, we haven't spoken since. Every time is like a silent movie, repeating yesterday's story every day. Being born into such a poor family—a father who was called a "landlord's son," a mother with a scar on her neck as thick as a finger and resembling a tree root, and a younger sister who had to repeat first grade three times—did inevitably lead to my introverted and insecure personality. I speak very little and walk with my head down. It turns out my relationship with my mother was strained. She was also insecure; sometimes when we bumped into each other on the street in town, she wouldn't dare look at me, always keeping her head down and turning away. I think she was afraid my classmates and friends would know I had a mother like her, afraid I'd be laughed at. I never thought about understanding her before, but after we had that kind of relationship, I also had some doubts and an interest, like why my mother could have sex with me every day, why she didn't have her period, and why I'd never experienced it but could never bring myself to say anything. In the end, everything remained bottled up inside, leaving only the mechanical thrusting every night. Most of my classmates were more mature than me; some started masturbating in the first year of junior high. I was a late bloomer, and what came late came intensely. I remember it was the first summer after I graduated from junior high. I took the entrance exam for a prestigious private high school in our town. Because of my good grades, not only was my tuition waived, but they also promised to cover my university tuition if I got into a top university. My town is a bit far from the county seat, but it's surrounded by mountains and has a very quiet environment. I think that's why the best private high school in our area is located here. Getting into this school is like escaping rural life. Honestly, that was the happiest summer I've ever had. Rural people are really short-sighted. I've always had excellent grades since I was little, and getting into university wouldn't have been a problem for me, but most people in the village looked down on me and my family until I got into this school, which supposedly has a 100% success rate.The high school that could send students to university—when the teacher who came to our village to recruit students boasted that if I went to their school, I'd either get into Peking University or Tsinghua University, and become a high-ranking official or become very wealthy—that's when the villagers started to look at my family differently. My younger sister, however, was really slow-witted; she couldn't continue after the third grade and went to work with a relative. This summer, I didn't have to go to school, so I was in a good mood and wanted to do something for the family. My sister used to herd the cattle, but after she went to work, I took over because it was the only farm work I was confident I could do well. I never imagined herding cattle would be so demanding. Most of the wealthy and capable people in our village had moved to the city, leaving less than half—about ten households. Most of them were unskilled and lazy, and the girls were mostly not allowed to go to school; they had to help with farm work from a young age, including herding cattle. There were eight cows in the village, originally herded by seven girls and one boy. The boy was my uncle's son, named Hu Zi. My uncle was even worse off than my father; he married a mentally challenged woman, and their son was also mentally challenged. He was 16 years old, but his mental capacity was probably only that of a seven or eight-year-old—simple-minded but physically strong. When I was little, I had a fairly good relationship with this cousin. Although we were all from the same ancestor in our village, the others were many generations removed. My uncle was the only relative in the village. But after I started junior high school, I rarely saw Hu Zi. Everyone in the village called me a bookworm. After school, I would stay in my room and read. My parents never asked me to do anything, and I didn't want to go out. When I went to herd the cows, I naturally went with Hu Zi. My father had already told my uncle to ask Hu Zi to keep an eye on them for me. Herding cows in the mountains is different from other places. We would go out after breakfast, take lunch with us, and stay until sunset before returning to the village. Along the way, we would chop some firewood and gather some grass for the pigs. Tiger was the oldest, and the oldest girl was Feng, who was 13. The others were all under 10, the youngest being only 6. Most people in the village had four or five children, so only the youngest girl was qualified to herd cattle, as herding cattle was considered the easiest farm work. The eldest uncle only had Tiger, and fearing he'd be mentally challenged if he had any more, he didn't dare have any more. Tiger had never been to school and had been herding cattle since he was little. Several batches of girls had herded cattle with him. Once the cattle were in the woods, Tiger would get busy, helping one chop firewood, another gather pig feed, and he could finish all the girls' tasks in an hour or two. After helping the girls, Tiger would lead everyone to steal bird eggs, catch fish, and dig for ground squirrels. They also had a secret hideout with a pot and various kinds of wild produce they had gathered themselves. They didn't hold back with me, probably because Tiger was my cousin, but they always told me never to tell my family about these things. Moreover, Tiger was a very good cook. This meal in the forest was probably the best I'd ever had in my life. Although Tiger was 16 and acted like an adult, his intelligence was about the same as these uneducated girls. What's more, Tiger helped them with chores and prepared food for them—eggs, fish, and ground squirrel meat. You know, in our village, very few families could afford meat even once a month, let alone these girls who were considered a financial burden. Even if they did, they wouldn't get much. No wonder these girls liked Tiger so much and listened to everything he said. After the meal, everyone finally had some free time. To be honest, I never imagined that herding cattle would have so many benefits. Of course, I wanted everyone to accept me. I wasn't as good at chores as Tiger, but I was well-educated and knew a lot. I discovered I was also good at making girls happy. They asked me if I would look down on them if I went to university, became a high-ranking official in the city, and made a lot of money. I patted my chest and said, "We all come from the same ancestor; even if our bones are broken, they're still connected. If I become successful in the future, I'll definitely arrange jobs for them and take them to live in the city." Of course, I also assured Tiger that I was obligated to help them. Tiger's cooking is so delicious; how could I not say some nice things? But honestly, I felt sorry for these girls, born into this environment. What I said to them was just empty talk, meant to make them happy and to get this small group to accept me. Who knows what the future holds? And I know this society is very realistic. But a few of these girls really took my words seriously, treating me incredibly well, seeing me as their future savior. However, I didn't feel guilty. I believe that living with a little hope is better than living numbly and ignorantly. They imagined it, so I helped them dream, using my future power and money to help them envision a happy life in the city. They were truly moved and touched. Only Tiger just stared at me, smiling foolishly. As we chatted, I got a little sleepy, so I found a cool spot to sleep. I have a habit of taking a nap after lunch, usually for an hour or two. When I woke up, everyone except Feng was gone. I asked Feng where Hu Zi and the others had gone. Feng hesitated, and I felt something was off. I tried to get her to say something, so I told Feng that she was my favorite among the group. I said she was pretty, which was true. The other girls were either still developing or just starting to develop, while 13-year-old Feng already had full breasts and a shapely bottom. Plus, her family treated her well, letting her herd cattle instead of working in the fields, so she hadn't gotten tanned and was fair-skinned and very pretty. Feng seemed surprised to hear that I liked her, a little incredulous. She asked me several times, and of course, I showered her with compliments, saying how good she was, and that I would take her to the city first and find her the best job—ultimately, I just wanted her to listen to me. After that, I asked her again where Hu Zi and the others had gone. Feng finally pointed me in the right direction. I got up and walked towards the woods, but Feng pulled me back, telling me not to go. I asked why, and she said she was afraid I, a scholar, couldn't accept it. I said if they could accept it, why couldn't I? Feng didn't follow me anymore, but silently followed behind me, constantly pointing in the right direction, telling me not to make a sound, acting very mysterious. Finally, Feng pointed in a direction and said: "Through the branches over there, I saw a scene I couldn't believe." To be honest, I'm a late bloomer and never expected this to happen. Tiger was standing there, having sex with my heifer. Some of the girls were helping to hold the rope, some were scratching the cow, and some were feeding it grass. They were all helping Tiger rape my poor heifer. I was truly shocked by this scene and didn't know what to do. Feng, however, calmly said to me as if nothing was wrong: "Your cow is in heat. Cows are most obedient at this time. They don't even move when you do it, and it's much more comfortable than usual. Tiger likes it the most." Listening to what Feng said, it seemed that Hu Zi often did this to Niu in front of them. Feng nodded. "In front of you guys, Feng nodded. How can he be so shameless!" I couldn't understand. I said, Feng pointed to her head and said, "Hu Zi is stupid, but he's a good person and doesn't talk nonsense." I still didn't understand, and I was too embarrassed to watch any longer. I didn't know how to face her, so I told Feng that I was going home first, and asked Niu to help me get back later. Feng nodded. I went home, but I couldn't calm down. My mind was filled with images of Hu Zi raping my little heifer. I was incredibly aroused, and my penis was as hard as a stick. Touching it felt strange. My mind was filled with one thought: rape Niu, and I couldn't shake it off, like I was possessed. Waiting for the sun to set, waiting for Tiger and the others to bring the cattle back, waiting for dinner, waiting for my parents to go to sleep—I've never felt time could pass so slowly. But finally, when all was quiet, I secretly sneaked into the cow pen in my yard. By the dim moonlight, I saw that my heifer's vulva was much larger than usual, and clear, sticky fluid was flowing from it. I pulled out my hard penis and pressed it against the cow's vulva. The estrus cow was indeed very obedient, just as Feng had said, spreading her hind legs and lowering her body to meet me. It was wet and hot. I never thought I'd give my first time to a cow, but I didn't regret it. The feeling was so good, the first time in my life I'd ever had such a wonderful feeling. I couldn't help but thrust, becoming lost in the heifer's body. "Who's there?" A bright light shone on me, and I instantly froze. If there was a hole, I'd crawl into it; if there was a rope, I'd hang myself; if there was a knife, I'd stab myself immediately. To be discovered on my first time—it's outrageous! My illicit affair with the cow was discovered! The feeling plummeted from heaven to hell. Then came another scream. I recognized my mother's voice, and I wasn't so scared anymore. I believed she wouldn't tell anyone. My mother realized it was me and immediately turned off the flashlight. I recovered, pulled up my pants, and scurried back to my room. My mother followed. I locked the door, so she kept knocking. She didn't answer, and neither did I. After a long while, my mother finally spoke, uttering the longest sentence I'd ever heard: "Open the door! Even just say something! It's Mom! Don't do anything foolish! It's nothing. Only Mom saw it. Even if I die, Mom won't tell anyone! Open the door… If you don't answer, I'll go downstairs and wake your dad!" Hearing "If you don't answer, I'll go downstairs and wake your dad," I immediately rushed over and opened the door. My mother rushed in, tears streaming down her face. She, who had been talking incessantly, was speechless when she saw me. Several times she seemed about to speak but then stopped, stunned for a moment, before kneeling before me. I truly didn't know what to do. After a long silence, I finally spoke, "Don't worry, I won't do anything foolish." Hearing this, my mother looked up, and I nodded firmly. Only then did I realize that my penis was still hard, pressing against my crotch. My mother looked up; it was right above her eyes. She noticed, paused for a moment, stood up, and then began to take off her own pants.Shoes. My mother kept her head down the whole time. She didn't say a word after coming in. She didn't take off her top. After she did, she walked to my bedside, knelt on my bed, lay down, and slightly raised her buttocks towards me. It was the first time I had seen the lower body of a mature woman. In this position, standing by the bed, I could just take advantage of my mother like I was a heifer. I didn't know why my mother did this, but I knew one thing: if I didn't do it, my mother wouldn't be truly at ease. If I didn't do it, my mother would definitely feel ashamed as she did when I was first discovered. In fact, I really wanted to do it too. The lust was so strong that I would want to thrust into even a hole in the wall, let alone a real woman, naked and lying there waiting for me to take her. I took out my penis, walked over, and thrust it into my mother like I was a heifer. "Ah!" My mother and I couldn't help but cry out. It hurt. My mother wasn't wet; her vagina was dry. I stopped. My mother whispered two words: "Wait a minute." Then she got out of bed, naked, and ran out. A little while later, she returned, also naked, and lay down as before. This time, I saw that her vulva was full and slippery, and I thrust inside. Each time I thrust very deep and forcefully, but my mother never made a sound, just like every time afterward. I went at it for a long time. This was my first time; I had never ejaculated before. I remember that time I ejaculated a lot and for a long time. I've never ejaculated like that again; it was a wonderful feeling. Afterward, my mother even brought hot water to help me wash myself clean before leaving. The next day, I went to herd cattle again, but my mindset was completely different. Feng asked me about yesterday's events, and I said I'd thought it through. As long as Tiger was happy, I didn't mind. Unexpectedly, Feng asked me if I dared to have sex with a cow. I said what would happen if I did. She said that if I did, I could do whatever I wanted. Now that I'm a bit more experienced, I sensed something was off about these cowherds. So I used nonsense to coax Feng. I told her I'd sleep with cows, even dogs, for her. I wanted her to be my woman, to be with me for life, and I'd let her have me whenever I wanted. Surprisingly, those few words moved Feng deeply. She pulled me into the woods and buried herself in my arms. I hugged and kissed her, but she was only 13. Although impulsive, I still had some sense. I couldn't sleep with her, but I couldn't help it. She was even more out of control than I was. Seeing I didn't move, she stripped naked and eagerly pulled out my penis, inserting it into her incredibly wet vagina. She told me to thrust inside her, saying it wouldn't matter if I ejaculated inside. I could tell she was very experienced and cooperative. At this point, I didn't care anymore. I thrust wildly into her. Unlike my mother, she screamed loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Not long after, I heard laughter behind me. Turning around, I saw Tiger and his friends surrounding us, but Feng acted as if nothing was wrong, telling me not to stop and ignore them. I guessed right; Feng dared to shout like that because she wasn't afraid of Tiger and his friends finding out. Why wasn't she afraid? It must be because they'd all done it together. Good heavens, if that's true, then all the girls in the village who had herded cattle with Tiger must have slept with him. If that's the case, then what about my sister?! Sure enough, seeing that I was getting into it, Tiger grabbed a six-year-old girl and started having sex with her. His penis was much thicker than mine, and it went all the way in at once. The little girl was all smiles, showing no sign of discomfort. It was clear they had done it countless times. I had only been with Feng for a few minutes when she went limp and told me she had come and needed to rest for a while. Then she called over her best friend, Hua, who was only ten years old. "Sister's tired, you play with brother for a while," Hua said, nodding happily and taking off her clothes. She hadn't grown any pubic hair yet, but it was still very wet, making it easy to insert the whole thing. The others eagerly joined in, vying to have sex with me. Tiger had somehow gotten on top of Feng, and Feng held him tightly. Their movements were perfectly coordinated, and Feng soon climaxed. Among the girls here, only Feng had an orgasm; the others said they felt good but didn't. Feng explained that women only have orgasms when they're in their postpartum period, and the others were still young and hadn't gone through that phase yet, but it's unclear if that's true or not. I had never talked to Feng before; even when we met in the village, I would just walk by with my head down, ignoring her. I never expected that our relationship would suddenly become so close these past two days. I found that we actually got along very well. Feng didn't mind me sleeping with other girls at all, and she really liked it when I held her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. I praised her and said I wanted to marry her. I don't know if she was serious, but I know she was happy to hear it. She said she and my sister were the closest, that my sister had been sleeping with Tiger for many years, and that Tiger didn't really like sleeping with my sister. She even asked if I wanted to sleep with my sister. I didn't want to; I didn't like my silly sister. But at that moment, I went along with Feng and said I did. She said she would talk to my sister and tell her she would definitely sleep with me, then lowered her head and said, "It's okay for family to sleep together, as long as everyone is happy." I said I knew, and that I guessed she had slept with her family members too. I felt that Feng's dad was so good to her, there must be a reason. The most likely reason was that Feng was compliant and let her dad play with her. And since Tiger and I ejaculated inside her, she must have taken birth control pills, which her dad most likely bought for her. Feng didn't object; she was asking if I would look down on her. I told her what she had said to me yesterday: "If you like someone, then you like them. Feng is a good person." I told her that life is unpredictable, and good and bad are hard to distinguish. I said that if she didn't get along with her family, she wouldn't get along with Hu Zi either, so what would be the fun in herding cattle? And naturally, she wouldn't be with me either. I said that although I couldn't guarantee anything, at least we have many possibilities for the future, and she has truly gained a lot of happiness. If none of this had happened, she might have lived like a village girl, spending her whole life with an honest man, perhaps never even knowing what an orgasm was, dying old in the mountains like her mother. I said, "If you like someone, then you like them. There are gains and losses. Which one do you prefer?" Feng didn't pause. Hu Zi came over again. This guy is really good at this. Feng cooperated very well, but her eyes were fixed on me. She hugged me very tightly, and soon she came, going limp in my arms. I gently said to her, "Be good to your family. I hope you can happily wait for me to come and marry you." Feng sighed weakly. No one knows how many girls Tiger had slept with. Children have their own rules; most of the girls who followed Tiger in herding cattle knew this would be the outcome. Many experienced cowherds would tell their successors to choose for themselves. Tiger never spoke carelessly, was helpful, and those who followed him always had good food. Plus, a group of girls he had slept with acted as go-betweens. Without his help, they could herd cattle alone. These uneducated girls were irresistible, and eventually, they all ended up with Tiger. I just happened to be the one who benefited. Later, I learned that besides Feng and her father, several of these girls also had relationships with their own brothers or neighbors, mostly related to Tiger. For example, Hua's brother had feelings for her and often peeked at her, but Hua always refused to let him touch her. Later, Hua slept with Tiger, and then when her brother touched her, she didn't resist anymore and let him have his way with her. I've always suspected that some of the mushrooms Tiger collects have aphrodisiac properties. Of course, it's not intentional on Tiger's part; he doesn't have that ability. It's just a coincidence. I've asked a few of them when they particularly feel like having sex, and they all say it's after lunch. Feng is the same. I have the same feeling, but I'm not entirely sure. When it's raining heavily and we can't go up the mountain, I go to Tiger's house to play. My uncle goes gambling when it rains and is never home. There's a simple-minded old woman there, and Feng likes to have sex. Her father can't satisfy her at all. Every time it rains heavily, Feng will take the initiative to have sex with her father once or twice. Feng says that if she doesn't, she's afraid her father will want to go and look for her all over the village. She doesn't feel at ease with me. After she's satisfied with her father, she comes to Tiger's house to play with us. She always comes alone, occasionally bringing flowers. The other girls are all young girls with little sexual desire and rarely come alone. It was another rainy day. I arrived at Tiger's house. The door was locked from the inside, which was normal; if it weren't locked, Tiger's mom would have run away. I called out, "Tiger!" Hearing my voice, he ran over to open the door. I saw that he wasn't wearing any clothes. My penis was hard and sticky. I thought he and Feng were doing it, but when I looked up, it was his mother. His mother was sitting on the living room table, her legs spread wide, incredibly wet. Tiger's mother was a bald woman; her vulva was fair and plump. Tiger greeted me, quickly locked the door, and started having sex with his mother while standing on the floor. I never expected Tiger to even sleep with his own mother. God is truly fair; He didn't give him intelligence, but he gave him sexual happiness. Although Tiger's mother was simple-minded, she seemed to really enjoy Tiger having sex with her. She clung tightly to Tiger, twisting her body, her legs spread wide, cooperating with Tiger's thrusts, moaning, completely ignoring me watching from the side. Tiger asked me if I wanted to have sex with his mom while he was doing it. Although I liked Tiger's mom's type of pussy, and I was quite aroused, I felt unsafe having sex with a crazy person. But I couldn't refuse. I knew Tiger well; if he liked someone, he liked them. He only let me play with the woman he liked if he liked me. If I didn't, he would think I didn't like him. So I nodded. Tiger stepped aside, and I carefully took out my penis and walked towards his mom's legs. The woman smiled foolishly at me, drooling, but her skin was really good. Being cooped up at home all day had its advantages; her breasts were big, and she had a good figure. Just as I got between her legs, she pushed me away with one hand and put the other on her pussy, preventing me from going on. Tiger didn't help me either, just watched with a silly grin.This push made me less afraid. Tiger's mom was always cooped up at home, had never done it, and was very weak. She didn't have much strength to push me. I figured even if she got angry, I could control her, but I didn't want to force her; angering someone like that wouldn't be a good thing. I stripped myself naked, pointed to my penis, and gestured to make her understand I wanted to have sex with her. I made faces, danced to amuse her, gave her food—I tried everything I could think of. But as soon as I approached, she pushed me away, not letting me have sex with her. She kept pointing at Tiger, as if she only wanted Tiger to have sex with her, not me. Then Feng arrived. I decided to stop playing around and just have sex with Feng. Feng told me that Tiger was just teasing me, that his mother listened to everything Tiger said, and that I shouldn't tease her anymore. Tiger, seeing Feng arrive and wanting to have sex with her, ran over, removed his hand from his mother's vagina, gestured a few times towards her, picked up Feng, and took her to the bed. It worked perfectly. I walked between her legs and slowly inserted my penis. She didn't push me away or move. Fine, she didn't move. I didn't care anymore. I hugged her and started thrusting hard. After a while, she started moving too. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, her body pressed tightly against mine, instinctively twisting and turning. We were very coordinated. Soon she came and lay on the table, not moving at all, letting me thrust in and out like a dead person. I didn't like looking at her drooling face, so I turned her around and fucked her from behind. Her buttocks were very white and beautiful, and her anus was very pretty. I thought of the legendary anal sex, which I had never tried before. Seeing that she was not moving, and hearing the sounds of Tiger and Phoenix having fun, and no one paying attention to me, I decided to give it a try. I nudged her with my little brother, but she still didn't move. I tried to penetrate deeper, and it went in easily. It was very wet inside, and I knew that Tiger's chrysanthemum had just been used. I thrust a few times, and Tiger's mom started to react, moving her buttocks and constantly using her anus to suck and squeeze my little brother. It was a really different feeling. I decided to give my first anal sex to Tiger's mom. I lived like this all summer. I did it with Feng and the others during the day and with my mom at night. My mom had developed a habit of coming every night, regardless of whether I wanted it or not. In the end, she would always be lying there, and I would do it no matter how tired I was. It felt more like a task to me. After the summer vacation, I started high school. The school wasn't far from my home, and I didn't want to live at school. Once you start having sex, it's hard to quit. Now, if I don't do it at least once a night, I can't sleep well. Feng was taken out by her dad to work as a prostitute. After I started school, I stopped herding cattle and didn't have many opportunities to do it with other people. Most of the time, I could only do it with my mom. One day, I came home a little early and saw my mother drinking something in the kitchen. She looked very uncomfortable. I made an excuse to check and found that my mother was drinking salt water, which was very concentrated. I remembered why my mother didn't have her postpartum period. I'd read in a book that some ancient prostitutes drank salt water to reduce their menstrual flow, but I never imagined my mother would do that for me. Perhaps I really should be kinder to her and try to communicate with her. Sex is such a strange thing. I found myself liking my mother more and more. I often thought of her during class, and even the scar on her neck didn't seem so bad anymore. Everything was slowly changing. When we bumped into each other in town, I no longer pretended not to see her. I would smile at her. I started secretly buying her little trinkets like hair clips and combs. I would help her with housework when I had free time. The school often gave out snacks, and I would always secretly save some for her. And every night when my mother came in, she slowly stopped just keeping her head down. She would look at me from time to time and smile shyly at me. We didn't know how to start a conversation, what to say. Were we used to being silent, used to everything being unspoken? In the first midterm exam, I got first place in the school, and the school awarded me 1000 yuan. This was the first time I had so much money, and I decided to take my mother to the county town for a good trip. I don't know what my mother said, but after thinking it over, I simply bought two bus tickets to the county town for Saturday morning. That evening, after we finished eating, I tore one ticket off and gave it to her in front of her. My mother glanced at me, but didn't say anything, and quietly left as usual. At breakfast, my father surprisingly invited my mother and me to go to the county town, saying he planned to buy me a pair of brand-name shoes and that I had to try them on to see if they fit before I liked them, saying my mother wasn't very knowledgeable and I was afraid I'd buy fakes if I didn't go. Hearing my father say this, I secretly glanced at my mother. She looked embarrassed and nervous; she probably had never lied to my father like this before. On the bus, my mother and I were speechless. When we arrived in the county town, seeing that we didn't recognize anyone, I mustered up my courage and took my mother's hand. My mother was quite surprised, but she let me hold it. First, I took my mother to buy an outfit. She did whatever I asked for. A pair of jeans—it was the first time she'd ever worn jeans—a pair of high-heeled shoes, a turtleneck shirt, and her hair styled in a loose style. She even wrapped a silk scarf around her scar. It only cost about 300 yuan. My mother was like a completely different person. When I walked down the street with her, people didn't give me the strange looks they used to. If you didn't look closely, anyone would recognize her as my girlfriend. Then I took my mother to do all the things couples do: go boating in the park, eat various snacks, watch a movie, and go shopping. Honestly, it was the first time I'd ever seen my mother so happy. No one had ever treated her this well except me. I knew Dad didn't like Mom, and I also realized that my mother was a really good woman. If I wanted her to change clothes or do her hair, she would do it willingly. We had a lot of fun and missed our bus back. I suggested we stay in the county town for the night, and my mother nodded in agreement. I spent over three hundred yuan to book a deluxe room. This was my mother's first time staying in a hotel, and the first time she'd stayed in such a nice room. It was decorated romantically, with several decorative candles, which suddenly reminded me of our wedding night. I turned off the lights, lit the candles, and my mother sat quietly by the bed watching. I told her to close her eyes, took a gold pendant from my pocket, and mustered my courage to say to her: "You are the best mother in the world, the greatest mother, and my wife forever. I really love you, and I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me. This gold pendant, though only a little over a gram, was bought with my first bonus. It represents my love and gratitude for you." I put the pendant on my mother's finger, and she was already in tears. She continued, "Wearing this pendant means that from now on, you will not only be my dearest mother, but also my most beloved wife. From now on, you must cherish and love me even more. I promise to love you and treat you well for the rest of my life. Wherever I go, I will take you with me, never leaving you, and I will be good to you for the rest of my life." My mother was deeply moved. I helped her up and stood before the candles, saying, "Mom, although we're not officially married, we can still go through the traditional wedding ceremony and formally become husband and wife. Mom, are you willing?" My mother nodded vigorously. I took a towel and placed it over her head. I softly recited, "First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to parents, husband and wife bow to each other." My mother kept her eyes closed, but I could feel her seriousness. "From now on, we are officially husband and wife." I removed the towel, hugged my mother, and kissed her. We had been together countless times, but this was the first time I had kissed her. From her eyes, along the tear tracks, to her lips, to her neck, I kissed the long scar, tracing it with my tongue. I kept whispering to my mother how much I liked her, how much I loved her. For the first time, I stripped my mother naked. I suckled her breasts, my hand reaching for her vagina. It was very wet; this wasn't cooking oil from home, but my mother's real vaginal fluid. This time, my mother was truly aroused. In my excitement, I took my mother's clitoris into my mouth and started sucking. My mother finally moaned and twisted her body, her lower body on top of mine. I penetrated her and told her that I liked her lewdness, her wantonness, the way she would strip naked and wiggle her ass waiting for me to fuck her. But that wasn't enough. I wanted her to moan, to move, to be even more slutty. I told my mother that everyone dies eventually, and it's better to live a brilliant life than a mediocre one. My penis slowly penetrated deeper, our mouths touching, our tongues intertwined. Who decides ethics? It's others who decide. Why should others tell me what to do? I didn't steal, rob, or harm anyone. Why should I be suppressed? Why should I be unhappy? I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, very hard. I wanted my mother to experience both pain and pleasure. That night, my mother discovered my affair with Niu, but she didn't blame me or say anything. She just silently knelt before me, begging me not to do anything foolish or asking me to forgive her for accidentally discovering it. I don't know. When she saw my erection, I didn't know if it was out of guilt for interrupting my sexual pleasure or out of selfless maternal love. As she knelt there, becoming my little cow, I knew it took great determination and courage. Before, my mother's vagina had always been dry, and my thrusting couldn't bring her any physical pleasure. But the moment I ejaculated, I could still feel the joy and satisfaction emanating from her heart. She made me happy, so she was happy. Afterwards, my mother would always wash my penis with hot water. Each time, I would squint at her; she was so careful, so gentle, her eyes so focused, her love boundless. "My son," I whispered, and with my caresses, my mother finally opened her heart and regained her confidence. She embraced me, kissed me, and swayed her hips in response. From that moment on, she no longer saw herself as a little cow for my sexual gratification; she finally saw herself as a person, a woman, my woman. Love really can completely change a person. My mother was like a different person. She would masturbate with ham in front of me, staring straight at me, her legs spread wide. I knew she had never learned or done this before, but it was very seductive. After she was done, she would wipe herself clean and put it back, saying it was too expensive. This hotel had a channel that showed porn. My mother said it was the first time she had seen such a film. When she saw the anal penetration scene, I thought of Tiger's mother. When my mother saw that my penis had become aroused again after I had ejaculated several times, she turned around and went into the bathroom. I knew she was definitely learning.The woman in the video was getting an enema, and I was supposed to anally penetrate her. Sure enough, a few minutes later she came out, lay face down on the bed, spread her anus with both hands, twisted her buttocks, and looked at me with affectionate yet slightly shy eyes. I didn't hold back, and penetrated her, starting to move. I could feel my mother's discomfort; this was definitely her first time. Her face was contorted, and several times she couldn't withstand my thrusts, but each time she gritted her teeth and lay back down. I ejaculated, and my mother held me in her arms. I looked at her; her face was contorted with discomfort, and there were countless tear tracks. I told my mother, "I know you're in pain, but I'm happy, not because I anally penetrated her, but because she's so selfless towards me." My mother held me tightly, repeatedly calling me a silly child. She said I only saw her physical pain, but didn't know how happy she was inside; she had never been so happy in her life. My mother had watched a few porn movies and learned that women have three holes. I had already penetrated two of them, and this was her mouth. My mother asked me to give her oral sex, saying she was a little tired after a few times, but she said tonight was different; she wanted to give herself to me completely, so she did deep throat. I looked at my mother trying to hold back her vomiting and felt a little guilty. I wanted to pull back a bit, to stop, but my mother held me tightly, wanting me to go deeper. I suggested we go somewhere else, so we went to the bathroom. I did another deep throat, telling my mother it was okay to vomit. I thrust quickly, and my mother opened her mouth wide, cooperating very hard, but she couldn't hold it in and vomited all over my stomach and penis. My mother felt very guilty, like a child who had committed a serious crime, but somehow, I didn't find the vomit disgusting. I held my mother's face and thrust wildly, ejaculating deep into her throat while she was vomiting. Around midnight, I took my mother out for a late-night snack. After eating, we went to the square in the city center. It was still very lively. Couples sat on the benches, oblivious to everyone around them, kissing and cuddling. People seemed used to it and didn't seem to care. The lighting was dim, and the benches in secluded spots were already taken. I found a bench facing the street, sat down, and watched the crowds of people coming and going. My mother leaned against me quietly. The darkness made it hard to tell her age, which gave us courage. The intimacy of the couples around us also affected me. I pointed to a couple; the woman was sitting facing the man, who was leaning upwards. Their movements were subtle, but you could see they were rubbing against each other. The woman was wearing a long dress, so even if they were doing it, no one would see. I reached out my hand, and my mother understood. She mimicked the woman's gesture and sat on me. I hugged her slender waist, our eyes met, and we occasionally kissed. My mother gently swayed her hips, rubbing her vulva against my penis. Even through the two pairs of jeans, in the bustling square, amidst the crowd, doing this with my own mother created an indescribable sense of confusion and arousal. My mother sensed my unusual behavior and whispered "Wait for me" in my ear before disappearing into the crowd. Ten minutes later, she returned, wearing a garment she'd somehow acquired, wrapped around her waist like city people. She sat on me, the garment conveniently blocking the view of those around her. My mother unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard little brother, and moved it towards her crotch. I was very nervous, but really, not many people paid attention to us. My mother had her back to the crowd. She was petite, and without seeing her face, no one knew her age. Besides, we were both wearing jeans, and people would definitely think we were just a young couple having a limited moment of intimacy, and nothing more. My little brother felt the wet heat and actually slid all the way into my mother's vagina. Looking down, I realized that my mother wasn't wearing underwear, and she had even cut a hole in the crotch of her jeans, the perfect size and position for me to comfortably insert myself. Don't worry, I won't ruin the pants you gave me. Mom has taken apart several threads. Mom hugged me, letting me press against her chest. Her movements were very slow, so slow that probably no one but me could feel the swaying of my mother's buttocks. It turns out that women don't necessarily need vigorous thrusting. I didn't move, and my mother only swayed gently, but I could feel the trembling of my mother's vagina, I could feel her excitement and pleasure, I could feel her orgasm. For about an hour, we held each other like that, seemingly motionless, but I knew my mother had at least two orgasms. I also felt the urge to ejaculate into her right there. Mother and son are connected; when my hand slid from her waist to her buttocks, wanting to penetrate deeper and connect more closely, she knew what I wanted. She increased the amplitude of her movements, using her vaginal muscles to suck and grip me, completely oblivious to the strange looks around us. She only wanted to satisfy me, to make me happy. I think that besides my mother, no one else in my life would ever treat me so well, do this for me. Everything calmed down, and we no longer attracted attention. No one cared about us anymore. My mother and I held each other quietly, oblivious to others, as if we were the only two people in the square, in the entire world. Feng sent me a cell phone, saying it was a gift. She said she was working in a sauna using someone else's ID, and she had learned many techniques. She wanted me to have a good time when I came back for the New Year, to enjoy the luxuries of city life. She also said my sister didn't want to work in the factory anymore and wanted to come and find her. I said it was up to her; I'm very open-minded now. After returning from the county town, things seemed the same on the surface, but privately my mother and I had become very close, talking about everything. However, I didn't indulge in excessive sexual activity; I'm a person with self-control. I knew that to succeed in the future, I couldn't neglect my studies. The New Year was approaching, and Feng and my sister would be coming back. My sister was working at a sauna with Feng. Feng said that as soon as she mentioned it, my sister agreed to be with me. To be honest, my relationship with my sister wasn't very good, so I didn't expect her to agree so readily. Was it because I knew about her and Hu Zi, or about her sauna work, or simply because I'm her brother? I couldn't quite figure it out. I suddenly became concerned about my mother's feelings when she found out about my sister and me. I wanted to test her first and see her reaction. One day, it was raining heavily, and I thought of Hu Zi's mother. I said to my mother, "I want to see her with someone else." My mother looked very surprised, paused for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. I took my mother to Hu Zi's house. My mother usually enjoys talking and chatting with me, but this time she just silently followed behind me. I think she must be very upset and worried inside. Hearing my voice, Hu Zi ran to open the door without even putting on his clothes. When his mother saw his hard little brother covered in her own vaginal fluid, she seemed to understand something. Hu Zi was simple-minded, but he was a natural sex machine, especially in the heavy rain, which would definitely make him lose control. However, when he saw my mother, he was still a little surprised. He called her "Auntie" and quickly let us in. I slapped the table and told Tiger to be nicer to my mother. Tiger understood what was going on, but he timidly told his mother to behave better and be more proactive. My mother nodded and started taking off her clothes. She sat naked on the table where I was having sex with Tiger's mother, spread her legs, and gave me a resentful look. She said to Tiger, "Good Tiger, come to Auntie, be good, make Auntie feel good, and Auntie will make you feel good too, and be good to you..." My mother deliberately spread her vulva wide so that I could see her vaginal fluid. She was different now; she could even produce so much fluid in front of Tiger. I knew she was showing off. She acted very lewdly and proactively. She couldn't resist me, but I could feel her inner reluctance from her expression. Tiger looked at me, and I gestured for him to go ahead. He rushed straight to my mother's vulva, buried his head in it, and sucked with ecstasy. My mother couldn't take it anymore and pulled Tiger up, shoving his penis, which was thicker than mine, into her vulva. She looked desperate. My mother was very obedient to me. She actively changed positions so that Tiger could penetrate her from different angles, and she twisted her body to cooperate. No matter the position, she could always adjust so that I could clearly see Tiger's penis going in and out of her vulva. Later, my mother lay on the table in a cow-like position, motionless and without moaning, letting Tiger thrust into her like a dead person. Suddenly, I became very excited. This position felt very stimulating to me. I rushed over, pulled Tiger away, and started thrusting wildly. My mother didn't move or cry out, trying her best to maintain the way she was when we first made love. But it wasn't easy. My mother was no longer the mother she used to be. Her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid. My mother must have been suffering a lot. I turned my mother around so we were face to face. Suddenly, she hugged me and said she was wrong. She thought I didn't like her anymore and wanted to give her away. But seeing me thrusting into her like that, she said she knew I still loved her the same way. She said she understood; it was because I truly loved her and cared about her that I wanted to see her with other people, that I found it exciting. I didn't understand what she was saying. I was just trying to get her to sleep with other people first, so that even if she found out I was with my sister and other people, she wouldn't be able to say anything. But seeing my mother and Tiger so wildly, I really found it exciting. I told Mom that she was exhausted, that she got so wet even in front of Tiger, and that I found it exciting. I said I was jealous and that she wasn't allowed to pose like a heifer in front of other people anymore. My mother said that she felt embarrassed to be with other people in front of her son, but she also found it exciting. When I thrust into her like that, she felt a pleasure she had never experienced before. She said she was wrong, that she was afraid I wouldn't want her anymore. She said she wouldn't think such things anymore, that she would do whatever I asked, and that she would be happy to sleep with whomever I wanted. She said the "little cow" position would only be for me from now on. I lay flat on the ground, and my mother climbed on top of me, inserting my penis into her vagina. I slid my hands to her buttocks, spreading her legs. My mother knew what I was about to do and scolded me, "You little rascal."She kissed me, then adjusted her body, her buttocks raised, but her vulva pressed tightly against me. She looked at Tiger and softly called for me to come over. Tiger had penetrated my mother's anus. I'd done it many times before, and my mother said that now she not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but it even felt strange. The human body is truly strange. Tiger was very strong; I didn't move, but he was thrusting up and down on my mother, and my penis was moving in and out of her vagina with his thrusts. Even through the vagina, I could feel Tiger's penis throbbing inside my mother's anus—a very different feeling. My mother climaxed, and she didn't feel anything anymore. She said she needed to recover and told me to go play with Tiger's mother first. She also said she wanted to see me fuck someone else's mother. I told Tiger to go in first, and I held my mother, letting her rest in my arms. It was the first time she'd been fucked like this by two strong men, and her delicate body was a little overwhelmed. After resting for a while, my mother came to her senses. When we entered the room, Tiger was having sex with his mother on the bed. This guy is really a sex machine. When he saw me, he also asked his mother to assume the position my mother had just been in. My mother smiled and pushed me over. I didn't hold back and thrust into Tiger's mother's anus. My mother leaned over, like a little bird nestled against me, watching my penis going in and out of Tiger's mother's anus. She would occasionally kiss me, her face full of love. At that moment, I thought, what if I replaced Tiger's mom with my sister? The New Year was almost here, and Feng and my sister came back early. The first thing Feng did upon returning was to pull my sister into my room. Feng had told me before that in their line of work, you absolutely need a man to mentor you. Feng's dad was only in his thirties, tall and strong. After my sister joined, she was naturally his mentor, and of course, she had to sleep with him. Feng told me this was an unspoken rule. I said I knew; if someone else mentored her, she would not only have to do the work but also get paid, and might even be controlled. Overall, her dad was pretty good; he provided my sister with food and lodging and didn't charge her any money. All she had to do was sleep with him and help with some housework. Feng and my sister had changed. They were like city girls, very beautiful, I almost didn't recognize them. Standing in front of me, I didn't know what to say. Just yesterday, I was bragging on the phone to Feng that she and my sister would come over and have a threesome with me. Now, the three of us were standing here, having not seen each other for over half a year. Although we kept in touch by phone, seeing Feng and my sister, who were completely different people, I really didn't know what to say. Feng and her sister returned around 9 PM. Feng called to say she'd be spending the night in the county town and wouldn't be back until the next day. I hadn't expected this little girl to tease me; they took a taxi back that very night. Feng and her sister whispered something to each other and simultaneously started undressing, stripping completely naked and crawling into my bed, one on each side, without saying a word. In a few quick movements, they'd stripped me naked too. I wanted to speak, but Feng put a finger to my lips, meaning to do it first and talk later. They came prepared, bringing ice, cola, popping candy, hot water, essential oils, a vibrator, and a large towel. I truly learned what a "desert storm" was, what "single-dragon drill," "wave push," "butt push," and "hairy brush" meant. Feng and her sister were very focused, like art—perhaps it really was art. Feng was very considerate, hinting that I should ejaculate into her sister first, and only ejaculate into her the second time. My parents didn't know Feng and her sister were back; they waited until they were asleep before calling me, asking me to secretly open the door for them. They sneaked back downstairs to my sister's room to sleep just before dawn. I slept until dark, probably because I was too tired from doing too much yesterday. During the Spring Festival, everyone in our village gambled every day, and Dad, of course, wouldn't miss it. Since my sister started working at the sauna, I can feel that our family's living conditions have improved significantly. With money and a son who studies so hard, Dad is obviously much happier, even though he probably doesn't know what my sister does to earn the money. My sister's money is secretly sent to Mom's card, which I helped Mom get. I handle all the deposits and withdrawals. I told Mom to withdraw only a small portion and give it to Dad so he wouldn't suspect my sister was working as a prostitute again. Mom said that my sister and Feng came back this morning, but went to sleep after lunch and haven't woken up yet. Mom had already prepared dinner. I ate some and told Mom not to disturb my sister and to let her sleep well. After eating, I went to my sister's room. She was fast asleep. My once clumsy and unsophisticated sister had completely changed; she was now sexy and alluring. Although they were both a bit precocious, they both looked only fourteen or fifteen. This society is cruel; everyone can see it, but no one points it out. These two girls, only thirteen or fourteen, have become playthings for men, and those who play with them naturally won't expose them. Sometimes I think that maybe it's a good thing that Feng and my sister didn't have much education and were a bit slow. Simple thoughts, as long as they're happy, that's enough. They don't need to think about all this messy stuff like I do every day. I can ignore Feng, but I can't ignore my sister. I know that prostitutes are afraid of being deceived by young men, ending up with drugs and gambling, which could ruin their lives. I don't have the ability to change anything right now. I might have to help my sister after I finish university. I can work hard for two years in high school, but even then, I can't guarantee that no bad men will try to seduce my clumsy sister during those four years of university. I was out at a bar by myself. I figured if my sister really considered me her man, given her personality, she wouldn't be seeing other men. Most importantly, she'd listen to me and wouldn't be fooled by others. But I'm her brother. Just because she can be with me doesn't mean she can accept me as her boyfriend. I'll try my best, even if it doesn't work out, at least I tried, so I won't blame myself later. I held my sister's hand, looking at her with affection. She sensed it, opened her eyes, and smiled at me. She used to think I looked down on her, and it was true. My sudden kindness made her feel a little uncomfortable. I said, "Sister, you're always serving those men in public. When you get home, let your brother take good care of you." My sister was very obedient, letting me undress and kiss her. I sucked her breasts and her vagina, like a mother would do to me, very carefully and gently, until she started to sob. I hugged her, kissed away her tears, and told her she was really good and kind, how much I loved her, and that she was the woman I wanted most, and that I wanted to marry her. I told my sister directly that I liked her and Feng. If I married another woman, she would never allow me, my sister, and Feng to be together, but my sister wouldn't. And I believed no other girl in the world would treat me as well as my sister. I told my sister that we could get married and have children. In the city, no one would know she was my sister. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. My sister didn't say anything, but she was very cooperative and proactive. I didn't want to rush things. After Feng came back, she brought over all the girls I had slept with before, all the girls who were willing to sleep with me, and we secretly had sex at Tiger's house. Most of these girls liked sleeping with me, but since I stopped herding cattle and stayed home after school, they didn't have many opportunities, and eventually, they couldn't bring themselves to ask. I told my sister how sexually fulfilled I was now. Now you know why I wanted to marry you and Feng, right? No other woman would treat me like this. My sister just smiled without answering. I found some mythological books, many of which talked about sibling relationships, and I also found some books on physiology to prove to my sister that we could marry and have children. Of course, there would be some problems, but with science so advanced now, we could just use a hysteroscopy and have regular checkups. Every night after my parents went to sleep, I would go to my sister. Every night I would serve her very well, be good to her, and try to please her. My sister was also very good to me, and every time I was satisfied. I thought that after working as a prostitute, my vagina would become looser and looser from being with other men every day, but I didn't expect that Feng and my sister's vaginas were very tight, and it felt very comfortable to have sex with them. Feng said that the more you use it, the more developed you will become. Once, Feng said that I was greedy. I asked why, and she said that I wanted to marry two wives. I knew that my sister must have said something to her. I told her that I only have one sister, and I want her to have a good life, but she is uneducated and works in this line of work. Do you think there are any good men who can truly treat her well and accept her? Feng said that it would be fine if she didn't say anything. I said that with my sister's personality, if she liked someone and didn't tell him, she would never have a good life. I told Feng that I wasn't only with her because I was worried about my sister; I genuinely liked her. I believed that if my sister truly loved me, she would treat me well for the rest of her life and wouldn't be jealous of me. I would be very happy. I didn't know if Feng believed my words about marrying her. She never asked anything of me, nor did she ever bring up the future. Of course, I didn't know what the future held either, but I told Feng whatever she wanted to hear. Words are cheap, and besides, Feng was a good person; she was really good to me. I had been trying to woo my sister for many days without much success, but after I told Feng these things, that night when I slipped into my sister's bed, I found her naked and waiting for me. She hugged me very proactively and called me "husband," not "brother." I knew that Feng and my sister had talked about something, and my sister was starting to accept me. Men love for sex, women have sex for love. I've experienced this a lot with my sister and mother. At first, my mother wasn't very aroused, and my sister took a while to become aroused, with indistinct orgasms. But since my sister accepted me, I've noticed she gets wet faster and more frequently. When she calls me "Sister Feng," it's very meaningful, as if they've decided who's dominant and who's submissive. Their relationship is closer than before. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I don't care. It's better than my sister being deceived by someone else. I've been in high school for two years now. Honestly, I wanted to help my sister and Feng as soon as possible, so I studied much harder than before. But I didn't get into Peking University or Tsinghua University. I didn't gamble on those majors; I gambled on the best university in the south, which is closer to my sister and Feng. For the past year or so, my sister has been sending all her money to my mother.On that card, besides her father's share, all the extra money was deposited into this card, totaling nearly a million yuan. My mother gave me the card when I enrolled in university. University studies were even easier; without women around, it was incredibly boring. I'm good-looking, good at talking and charming girls, and I'm rich, so I had quite a few girlfriends. But after sleeping with them, I found it all tasteless, nothing compared to Feng and my sister, and certainly not as exciting as with my mother. I also frequented prostitutes, and found it truly tasteless. Besides, these self-proclaimed educated women wouldn't treat me like Feng and my mother did, let alone find other girls to play with. After much thought, I finally made up my mind to take those past jokes seriously. I first called Feng's father and said I wanted to marry Feng. I couldn't say anything about not getting into university, and he wouldn't believe me anyway. I told Feng to quit that line of work, and that I would take care of her after she came to live with me. I said Feng had been very good to me and had helped me earn a lot; he should think about her happiness. Finally, I added, "Don't push me. What you've done might get you a death sentence in court." Feng's dad couldn't refuse, so I called Feng and brought up those childhood jokes. I told her I wanted to sleep with her now, and since she had promised, she couldn't refuse. I said I was very free in college now, and I wanted to sleep with her every day from now on.
I told her to leave me again. Feng cried uncontrollably; she never expected I would actually do this to her, that I really wanted her. I called my mom and sister again. Honestly, they couldn't believe it was true. I really meant what I said. I used the money in my card to buy a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment not far from school—just the down payment, of course. After the renovation, I bought about ten computers. I planned to set up a game studio. Since entering university, I've been playing computer games like crazy, and I've discovered I have a talent for writing game cheats. I've also met many like-minded people and have quite a few cheats for automatically farming game currency. I thought Feng and my sister would really enjoy this job—playing games, farming currency, and helping people level up. After I was ready, I told Feng and my sister to bring our mother over. That night, we played a foursome all night. It turned out Mom already knew about my sister and me, and she had even acted as a go-between for me. Mom must have wanted me to marry Feng and my sister so she could be openly with me for life. My sister and Feng couldn't possibly object to what Mom and I were doing. Afterwards, we had a serious talk and decided that Mom would be the eldest, Feng the second, and Mei the third. Mom presided over the ceremony, set up a small table with wine, and they swore to stay together for life. They liked the house very much, but they didn't like the jobs I arranged for them at all; they couldn't use computers. Coincidentally, I once hacked into the website of a high-end hotel and discovered an extremely secret private club. The members were all wealthy and powerful. Inside, there were performances of mothers and daughters serving each other, fathers and daughters showing affection, and even performances of humans and animals. To be honest, I couldn't believe that such a club existed in China. The work was very easy, 2-3 times a week, 1-2 hours each time, and the income was very high. I jokingly suggested to my mother that we give it a try, and to my surprise, Feng and my sister both agreed enthusiastically, even trying to persuade my mother. I understood that my sister and Feng preferred the job I wanted. I told my sister to call and ask, saying she used to work at a sauna and heard they were hiring mother-daughter pairs. The person there wanted my sister and my mother to come over for a talk, but my sister came back saying they didn't talk; they just drew some blood from her and my mother. A few days later, they called back, confirming through DNA testing that we were indeed mother and daughter, and that we were healthy enough for an interview to discuss things in detail. When my mother came back, she told me that the pay was a minimum of one week, excluding tips from customers, and that there was a company car to pick us up. The job mainly involved performing mother-daughter lesbian acts, serving customers together, or having sex with someone else—sometimes a Black or White person. If you wanted to earn more, you could also perform with dogs or other animals. Whether or not to use a condom depended on the customer. A comprehensive check-up was required every time, mainly for AIDS and other STIs; the results came back in 30 minutes, and customers also had to undergo the check-up. I don't know what those people said to my mother and sister, but they were very tempted, and I couldn't object. My mother and sister were very happy working there, and they gave me all their money. They really treated me like their husband. Feng also kept trying to please me. I know she didn't want to play computer games and wanted to work there, but if she went, it would be a chance to perform father-daughter affection. I think Feng thought the same way, but she couldn't bring herself to tell me. She was thinking about having her father come back, which made me very uncomfortable, so she didn't agree. Not long after, my uncle passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage, and I had to bring Tiger and Tiger's mother over. Tiger loved to have sex with his mother in front of everyone. His mother was crazy and stupid, and only listened to Tiger. She would do whatever he asked, which gave Tiger a great sense of accomplishment. Although I had sex with her countless times, I always had to get Tiger's consent. Otherwise, she would never let me have sex with her, no matter what. Fortunately, Tiger listened to everything I said. I asked Tiger to perform, and he married a woman named "Silly Son and Crazy Mother." I devised this simple plot, and it unexpectedly became a huge hit. So I discovered another talent I have: making things up! Tiger's income increased several times over due to his sister and mother's income. My father is my biggest worry. After my uncle passed away, he was all alone in our hometown. I can't leave him alone like this forever, but I really don't know if he can accept all of this, or if he can accept me marrying Feng and my sister, and having sex with his wife every day. I told Feng, "If you can convince my dad, I'll agree to let her and her dad go to work." Feng, of course, knew my predicament and said that regardless of whether she was allowed to work or not, I was willing to try. Feng went back for over a month, and when she returned, she really brought Dad back with her. Dad really accepted everything, and even brought Hua, the girl who always listened to her, with him. Of course, this was my idea. Feng is a bit slow and couldn't think of any good methods. I told Feng not to mention my affair when she got home. She and my sister have a good relationship. I wanted her to treat my dad like her own father. My dad likes to drink a little wine, so I specially made a lot of tonic wine and prepared some aphrodisiacs. I know it's basically eye drops; no medicine can really aphrodisiac. Only eating well, sleeping well, and being healthy, plus intentional or unintentional teasing, is the most effective. This medicine is only used as a last resort. My dad eats well, sleeps well, and my mother says he's in good health. I told Feng to get to know my dad first, spend more time with him, drink and eat, go out and play. After they get to know each other, intentionally or unintentionally expose her breasts to see his reaction. If he likes to see them, then everything will be easy. Finally, I'll go with the flow and let my dad have sex with me. I'll make sure to give him the best, so that he can't help but want to afterward. Then, I'll find a few girls under the age of 13 in the village to have sex with my dad. Dad is a smart man. He'll agree to whatever Feng asks of him, not to mention, if he's open-minded, there are many benefits. He can not only have affairs with Feng, Mei, and Hu Zi's mother, but also with many other young girls in the village. But Dad is really patient. He likes to look at Feng. I told Feng to dress very revealingly for him, and he didn't say anything. Dad would intentionally or unintentionally touch Feng, and Feng was very cooperative, almost to the point of stripping naked and touching Dad herself. I told Feng not to wear a bra or underwear, to take a bath naked at my house, and to have Dad bring her clothes. It was very obvious, but Dad didn't seem to care. He just looked and never touched her breasts or vulva. Later, I couldn't take it anymore, so I told Feng, "Be careful: 1. No one is home, and no one will come. 2. Dad has had a little to drink. 3. Intentionally or unintentionally expose some of your breasts and vulva to Dad; he wants to see them. 4. It would be best if it rained heavily." If these four conditions are met, you should take the initiative. Regardless of whether Dad wants it or not, whether he runs away or not, or what he says, try your best to get his penis inside you first. Once you get the first time, it will be easier later. Feng really did this. I told Feng that as long as it rains, all other conditions will be easy to handle. Two days later, it started to rain heavily. I told Feng to shave all her pubic hair, wear a short skirt and a large T-shirt, and go drink with my dad. She should shout loudly as soon as she enters the door, and then lock the door when my dad comes out and sees her. She should drink a few glasses first, and when Dad's face turns a little red, she should spread her legs so Dad can see her to his heart's content. If Dad doesn't say anything and doesn't leave on his own, I told Feng to take off her top. Based on my understanding of Dad, she definitely won't resist. Sure enough, Dad kept saying that this was not good and didn't resist too much. Feng also did as I said, saying that she didn't have any feelings for Dad, but that she and my sister were like sisters and she wanted to take good care of Dad on her sister's behalf. She told Dad not to worry, that she would get married in the future, and that she wouldn't tell anyone. After the first time, things became much easier. Feng, a former prostitute and a top hostess at a sauna, wasn't entirely devoted to Dad, so he couldn't resist. Within days, he was inseparable from Feng and obeyed her every word. Later, I told Feng to arrange for Hua to catch Dad in the act, and then have Dad sleep with Hua, who was only 11 years old. I thought Dad knew the consequences. Feng then told Dad that if he agreed, she would stay with him for life and ask him to agree to marry me. If he agreed, she would tell him anything. Feng not only arranged for Hua but also arranged for several younger girls to sleep with Dad. Dad had no say in the matter. When Feng asked him, he said he only needed my consent. Feng told him to talk to me, and he actually agreed. Feng told him the truth, and Dad accepted it. I also agreed to let Feng's dad come, and my dad eventually accepted and participated in the performance, playing the roles of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, father and daughter, and brother-in-law and crazy sister-in-law. I discovered I have a talent for being an agent; I wrote many scripts, simple and exciting. I personally insist on not performing in low-risk areas, even though I said I have resources for underage girls in Hua and the village, and many people have offered high prices, but I resolutely refuse to perform for underage girls or provide related sexual services. When I graduated from university, I already had a net worth of nearly 20 million, but I always felt insecure staying in China, so I finally accepted an invitation from a high-end Japanese club, and the whole family immigrated to Japan to develop our careers. Feng is truly a remarkable wife; when she went abroad, she made a special trip back to her hometown and brought back several girls that I liked, two of whom were still virgins. Feng said everyone in the village wanted her to bring their children over; 200,000 each, how could they not want that? Hua's family already has a house and a car. Seeing the life Hua Feng and her sister live, which of the girls in the village didn't want to come with me? Not to mention that Tiger, whom they all liked, was also with me. The plane is about to take off, so I'll stop here. Goodbye... China... Japanese girls... 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