Martial arts and erotic stories of teenagers

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A Boy's Martial Arts and Erotic Stories
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Downloads: 82 ******************************* ... Each time, I would practice the only set of basic punches I knew about 20 times. Because I started practicing leg stretches and other basic skills early, persevered diligently, and was young, my legs could be stretched into straight lines after six months, and I could even kneel up to my eye socket with a straight-back kick, a "skyward kick." (Note: Many people think that people who are good at leg stretches can kneel to the nose, which is wrong. I can tell you from personal experience that kneeling to the eye socket is the correct way.) In the second year of middle school, I became very close with several classmates. There were two classmates from my own class, the eldest: Hou Zuo (nickname: Monkey) and the third: Qu Shen (nickname: Qu Zi), and four classmates from other classes, the second: Zhang Shicheng (nickname: Orange), the fifth: Jin Yihe (nickname: Black Panther, because he had dark skin and a strong body), the sixth: Tian Fu (nickname: Tiger, because of his nickname), and the seventh: Fang Shengda (Little Fatty). I was the fourth, and my nickname in our little gang was Erlang, because I practiced a set of Erlang Fist according to a boxing book. The nicknames of the other members didn't match their martial arts styles. For example, the one called Black Panther didn't practice Panther Fist, and the one called Tiger didn't practice Tiger Fist. The seven of us called ourselves the "Seven Martial Arts Youths," meaning heroes emerge from among the young. We came together because of a shared passion: martial arts. Unexpectedly, we later experienced some unforgettable sexual encounters with several women. This story begins with our martial arts training. Qu Shen's father was a high-ranking officer in the city's criminal investigation team. We didn't know his exact rank, but his house was huge, and the three of us often played there. At that time, we weren't so sensitive to money and official positions. We were at a restless age, and Officer Qu was worried we'd cause trouble. He talked to us about it many times. Later, Officer Qu invited a martial arts instructor from the city's special police team to our school to teach our class a set of boxing techniques free of charge, as a gesture of goodwill towards police-community cooperation. Actually, everyone knew it was a step to cultivate a good relationship with his son's teacher. We learned the "grappling" routine, but didn't know how to use it, which was quite disappointing. Because the martial arts instructors, adhering to the principle of training us for fitness, only taught us the forms, not their application. Back then, we often went to the police station training center on weekends to practice boxing, inevitably reviewing grappling techniques. Black Panther and Orange from another class often laughed at our ridiculous movements, saying they looked like ducks fighting. After all, grappling techniques are created for practical use, devoid of aesthetics. We were unconvinced and wanted to spar with them, but since we didn't understand them, we couldn't use any grappling techniques and were quickly beaten to a pulp. ...All that training was for nothing!! We practiced for so long and couldn't even beat track and field athletes who didn't know martial arts. Humph!
The quick-witted Hou Zuo said, "Qu Zi, how about we ask your dad to get the instructor to teach us how to use them?" I immediately agreed and urged Qu Shen. When we met the following week, Qu Zi told us that his dad had no problem, but we had to approach him ourselves, and hinted that we had to pay tuition. Our families were all relatively well-off, so getting some money wasn't an issue. Hearing this, Monkey and I jumped for joy. Monkey was the leader of our group, so he was in charge of all the organizational work. Soon, Monkey gathered all seven brothers, and after asking, everyone agreed. Then we found the instructor, and, on the grounds that Qu Zi's father had recommended us as students, respectfully presented a gift, thus formally becoming his disciples. Qu Zi's father hinted at the tuition fees, which the seven brothers had already collected and paid. The instructor was very happy and gave us a lecture, such as not fighting during martial arts training. Then we agreed on a time to meet every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening at the police station training center, three hours each time. At this time, the police officers who were doing physical training would be gone, and since Qu Zi was a police officer's family member, he could bring us in, so we could use their facilities for free. This instructor was truly impressive; born into a martial arts family, he practiced Changquan and Chuojiao (a representative of Northern Leg techniques: Mandarin Duck Kick) as a child, and later, after entering the police force, he became proficient in grappling, judo, wrestling, boxing, and other techniques. Under his guidance, we diligently practiced leg techniques and fighting skills. Leg training was very tough, but fortunately, my legs were already stretched, so this time I suffered less than my brothers. Each leg press involved various techniques: front press, side press, back press, leg lift, leg tear, followed by kicks: front kick, side kick, front sweep, back sweep, side kick, whirlwind kick, double kick, and triple kick combo. The most strenuous were the back leg press and back kick, designed to prepare for the essence of Northern Leg Technique: the "Jade Ring Step, Mandarin Duck Kick," the move Wu Song used to defeat Jiang Menshen in the Water Margin. The back leg press was so intense it practically turned our waists and legs into those of ballet dancers, demonstrating how difficult it was to acquire this skill. Later, only Monkey and I, with our better fundamentals, mastered this move. Others either imitated it or gave up halfway through, meaning the back kick could almost reach the back of their own heads. The master repeatedly emphasized: this move is a life-saving technique used against strong enemies and should not be used casually. It involves first using the "Jade Ring Step" with your back to the enemy to lure them in, then suddenly launching the "Mandarin Duck Kick" to strike the enemy's groin, lower abdomen, or chin. If we hit the enemy in the groin, with my and Monkey's leg strength—which can almost hit the back of our own heads—killing them wouldn't be a problem. But if someone dies, things will be much more difficult to handle. This is what's called a "life-saving move."
The meaning is that we must never use it unless our lives are threatened. Before we seven brothers joined the sect, we made a pact: whoever completely withdrew would be a traitor, and we would all ignore her afterward. So, even though the youngest, Little Fatty, often complained, he persevered with us for three years and finally mastered backhand grappling and Japanese judo. Honestly, any one of us would have been at a disadvantage in close combat with Little Fatty. Later, although our martial arts skills varied, we each had our own strengths. The eldest, Monkey, excelled in leg techniques; his legs were more agile than most people's arms, extending and retracting with lightning speed. The second, Orange, was skilled in boxing; his punches were incredibly powerful, like a rain of bullets. The third, Quzi, was skilled in long fist, emphasizing the comprehensive development of Chinese martial arts, that is, the coordination of fists and feet. The fourth brother, Erlang (myself), specializes in Northern Chinese leg techniques, some boxing skills, and leg strikes from foreign martial arts that I've studied. The fifth brother, Black Panther, is skilled in a combination of Western boxing and Northern Chinese leg techniques, a power-type fighter. The sixth brother, Tiger, is skilled in grappling and wrestling, plus some judo techniques, a skill-based fighter; whoever gets caught by him is guaranteed to fall flat on their face. The seventh brother, Little Fatty, as mentioned earlier, is skilled in grappling and judo, and is also very dangerous. Before joining the sect, I practiced the basic routines of Liuhequan and self-taught Erlangquan, all of which I received guidance from my master. Although he hadn't studied these techniques, he had a deep understanding and could still correct my movements. I used to practice Southern Fist, but I was utterly defeated by Monkey's powerful leg techniques, so I later abandoned Southern Fist and switched to Northern leg techniques at Monkey's urging. I have no intention of disparaging Southern Fist. Southern Fist is a martial art popular in southern China, emphasizing punches over kicks, and has many schools and a rich history of refined techniques. Bruce Lee's basic martial art was Wing Chun, a branch of Southern Chinese Kung Fu. However, I've never had a Southern Chinese Kung Fu master, so I still can't grasp its essence. After completing my three-year apprenticeship, we still frequently gathered to practice and exchange martial arts techniques. My sparring with Monkey was quite entertaining, as we were both skilled in leg techniques, often resulting in leg entanglements. Monkey's Northern Chinese leg techniques were still far superior to mine. Later, I bought many books and instructional videos on "Western martial arts" and studied Taekwondo, Karate, and Muay Thai leg techniques with Monkey. In understanding these Western styles, the clever Monkey lost to me. So, although I still found it difficult to defeat him in leg techniques, my mixed style of "Western" leg techniques with Northern Chinese leg techniques posed a significant threat to him. The other brothers all scoffed at my "Western martial arts," refusing to even watch. Looking back now, perhaps their nationalism was too strong! Haha! Anyway, we're good brothers. Sixth Brother Tiger and Seventh Brother Fatty are no match for me in a one-on-one fight because their legs are longer than their arms. I use my agile leg techniques to keep them at bay, rendering their skills ineffective. However, they often team up to take me down, making it impossible for me to avoid close combat with one of them. The result is predictable: I'm always thrown to the ground, unable to get up, while the two of them celebrate their victory by stepping on my shoulders. But this was also for the best; it eventually led to them becoming a formidable duo, using a combination of throwing and grappling, making them virtually invincible. Fighting Second Brother Orange in boxing, on the other hand, is just a matter of getting beaten up. Fortunately, Second Brother Orange is kind to us and only goes as far as light punches, so I actually learned quite a few boxing techniques from him. Don't be fooled by Second Brother Orange's near-total use of punches; he's incredibly agile, closing the distance to within arm's length in an instant, and then you're in for a beating! Haha. Fortunately, even with my various leg techniques, I could manage a draw against him, albeit clumsily. Sparring with the third brother, Qu Zi, and the fifth brother, Black Panther, was much more difficult, as they were skilled in hand-foot coordination, making them the best opponents. Once we got into rhythm, it felt like dancing, with hands and feet constantly interchanging attacks. Towards the end of each session, the weaker brothers, the sixth and seventh, would team up to take us older brothers down one by one. My wrists, from practicing grappling with Little Fatty, were always "numb" from his grip, haha! Looking back on those days still brings back fond memories. After three years of training, we stopped learning from our master but still frequently gathered on our own, practicing at the police station training hall or in secluded spots down the mountain. We'd hit the sandbag and spar, always keeping ourselves busy and having a great time. Soon, we reached university entrance exam age. Oh, right, the eldest of us seven brothers, Monkey, and the fifth, Black Panther, both finished their courses early and got into police academies, but not together—one went to the provincial police academy, and the other to the municipal one. The sixth, Tiger, and the seventh, Little Fatty, also graduated early and both got into the fisheries college's associate degree program. Those two were inseparable, always together. The rest of us—I, Orange, and Quzi—were preparing for university entrance exams. Later, I went to a university of science and technology to study automation, Quzi went to a university of economics and trade, and Orange went to the same university as me, studying IT. He even fixed our computers many times! After the three of us were in our second year of university, Monkey and Black Panther graduated and became police officers, and Tiger and Little Fatty also graduated and started working at the seafood trading company under the fisheries company—still together! From then on, we ate a lot of seafood that they brought. Looks like being tossed around by them as kids had its rewards! Haha! At this point, four of us were working, and three were studying, but our gatherings remained unchanged. After leaving our master, we never dared to neglect the lessons he taught us, and we often went to see him to get his guidance. Little Fatty, due to his work, ate too well and gained a little weight, but his movements when he pounced on me didn't slow down at all. Back then, nightclubs and restaurants needed police protection to do business. So my two police brothers also got lucrative positions, and we could often go to nightclubs to have fun. At my insistence, we always paid. I told Monkey, "We don't lack this money. It's not easy for them to do business. Besides, wouldn't it be good for you policemen to make friends with these江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to people on the streets)?" Monkey agreed. So later, the owners of those nightclubs welcomed us very much, always reserving the best seats for us. One day, Monkey, Black Panther, and I were drinking in the bar upstairs in the nightclub when suddenly there was a commotion and the sound of breaking glass. It turned out that someone was causing trouble downstairs. We were sitting upstairs and could see clearly what was happening. The eight men who came were all burly, strong men, and none of them were drunk. They were clearly deliberately trying to cause trouble. This place was under Monkey's protection, so of course we couldn't ignore it. Black Panther said, "The competition among nightclubs, restaurants, and bars is fierce these days. This must be some thugs sent by another owner to deliberately cause trouble." Monkey said, "Right. Quzi, Erlang, you two wait a bit and don't get involved. You're not police. Black Panther and I will go check it out." Quzi wouldn't listen and insisted on helping his brother. I said, "Okay, if you two can't handle it, we'll step in. Helping the police is a citizen's duty!" Monkey and Black Panther both laughed, "Alright! Let us show you the skills we learned at the police academy." As they spoke, the eight burly men had already beaten up a bunch of people downstairs and rushed upstairs. Several tables of customers had already scattered and hid. Tables were overturned and things were smashed. Soon, five of them came to our table. We continued drinking and chatting as if nothing had happened. "Do you want to die?" one of the men asked. The monkey hurriedly laughed, "No, no, we want to live. You're the ones who want to die." "What?" The big man couldn't believe his ears. The big man walked closer to our table with the iron bar in his hand. At this moment, I was sitting on the far side. Seizing the opportunity, I used the "Kick Not Past the Knee" technique from the Jingwu Spring Leg style to strike his kneecap. "Hey!" The big man immediately knelt on one knee in front of me. I didn't move an inch and continued drinking my tea. (I like to drink green tea and red wine together.) "Who the hell hit me? Was it you?" "Of course it was me. I'm teaching you a lesson on behalf of your father." I said coldly. The monkey saw that I was getting heated and was afraid that I would hit him again, because I'm not a policeman, and it would be troublesome to deal with me later. What a monkey! No one else even noticed that he stood up. He was skilled in leg techniques and had already leaped up from the inner seat. First, he used the "Soaring Ten Thousand Miles" move, then the "Eagle Soaring Through the Sky" move, and both legs struck the big man who had answered me in the chest. All the movements were done in one go, giving the other party no time to think. The burly man collapsed to the ground, groaning and unable to get up. The other burly men were stunned for a moment. Before they could even raise their iron bars, the monkey had already struck the second and third men in the head and groin with a series of kicks, and they too fell to the ground instantly. During this time, Black Panther had already knocked one of the men unconscious with a heavy punch, and another man had also been kicked by him. Although he didn't fall down, he was in excruciating pain. Qu Zi said, "Haha! You guys admit defeat! Each of you bend over and let us beat you up, and we'll be even."
The burly man, injured by Black Panther's kick, stood close to Qu Zi and suddenly swung the iron bar at his head. Qu Zi, skilled and daring, deftly deflected the man's brute force, then used a technique of using the opponent's momentum to throw the man's still-moving body down the stairs behind him. A series of thuds and screams followed; the man tumbled down the stairs. I chuckled at Qu Zi, "Not bad, Qu Zi! Long Fist is impressive, but your grappling is pretty good too!" Qu Zi clasped his hands in a mock-serious gesture, "Not at all, just child's play." At that moment, Monkey on the other side turned and leaped, making a 90-degree turn in mid-air, and struck a burly man in the face with the "Capture the King, Capture the Thief" move from the Mandarin Duck Kick. The man collapsed to the ground. Black Panther also subdued another burly man with a punch and a kick. Seeing this, the last burly man suddenly threw an iron bar at me, who was standing in the middle of the intersection, attempting to escape. I quickly threw my teacup back at him, dodged, and crouched on the ground. Then, using a double-leg kick, I dodged his attack while simultaneously kicking his feet. This burly man was actually quite skilled; he jumped up and dodged my move. Black Panther said, "Stop! Come on, let's play!" We all stopped fighting. Black Panther, who was a policeman, played with him. The burly man used brute force, and Black Panther, originally a track and field athlete, later practiced martial arts, using brute force against brute force. So their fight was quite a spectacle. The burly man's flying hand struck Black Panther's shoulder, but the burly Black Panther didn't seem to notice. Suddenly, Black Panther yelled and threw a powerful right hook. The burly man dodged quickly, but it was exactly what Black Panther wanted. It turned out the punches were feints, but the kicks were powerful. Black Panther's leg, as hard as an iron rod, struck the big man in the waist. The big man lost his balance and flew down the stairs, joining his companion who had rolled down first. Monkey said to us, "You guys step aside. If anyone asks, just say it was only Black Panther and me who fought."
I said, "Okay! Consider it your glory!" After saying that, Qu Zi and I chatted and laughed and left before the police car arrived. Later, one day, I was being intimate with my beautiful young lover (see my works "The Story of the Martial Arts Youth and the Beautiful Young Woman" & "The Story of the Martial Arts Youth and the Beautiful Young Woman... Continued: The Exciting Bed Scene") when Monkey suddenly called my cell phone, saying it was an emergency and we had to assemble immediately. Cell phones were very expensive back then, so how did I get one? Actually, it was a cell phone provided by the company for Lao Qi (Little Fatty) because he was often out doing business and rarely lent me his cell phone (a mobile phone). So, when the brothers needed to find me, they would call Little Fatty's cell phone, and when they needed Little Fatty, they would call Tiger's cell phone, because the two of them were always together. Haha! Wasn't that fun? Back then, cell phones were as big as three bricks, and heavy to carry, but they certainly made me the center of attention. I hugged my lover and kissed her passionately for a while, then said, "Baby, I have to go. My brothers have something urgent to attend to, sorry!" The beautiful young woman said, "Go ahead, young people shouldn't get into fights." Clutching my cell phone, I arrived at the Hawaiian-style nightclub Monkey had mentioned. The other six brothers were already waiting for me. "Hahaha!" The second brother, Orange, looked at me and said, "What's wrong? You've been keeping a mistress, are you feeling weak?" All the brothers knew about my beautiful young mistress, but she didn't want to meet them. I glared at him: "Weak? You try me!" I said, ready to spar with him. The eldest brother, Monkey, quickly said, "Stop it, stop it. We have serious business to discuss." Orange and I sat down next to each other, and Tiger handed me some juice. Black Panther and Monkey, both police officers, were in plainclothes. Black Panther took a drag of his cigarette and said, "Actually, it's not serious business, it's just something to have some fun." Monkey chimed in, "Ha, yeah! It's about introducing girlfriends to you guys." I didn't say anything. Tiger and Fatty started chuckling. Orange picked up where Monkey left off: "Recently, a few girls from the Sports Academy have been in touch with us, from the Martial Arts Department. Monkey and I, on behalf of all of us, arranged a friendly get-together with them. They're coming over tonight for a get-together. We can have a friendly martial arts match with them!" I laughed out loud, "Haha! Martial Arts girls from the Sports Academy? Orange, are you kidding me? If I sleep with you and I'm not satisfied, I'll kick you out of bed right away! I'd rather not! Hahaha!" Tiger and Fatty couldn't help but burst into laughter too. Orange, always quick-witted, gave me a nudge: "It's just for fun, not to be your wife!"
"Don't flatter yourself. You want her, but she doesn't want you!" I laughed too. "Okay, okay, even if you have a point." Then I turned to the eldest and asked, "Monkey, are the girls at the sports academy so easy to get?" Monkey shouted, "Hey! Erlang, you've been in university for too long. You don't know anything about the outside world! Let me tell you this... Sports academy, keep the virgins away!" "Hahaha!" We all laughed. The two girls from the nightclub brought us drinks, startled by our sudden laughter. That night, the seven of us met the eight girls from the sports academy at the restaurant. Fortunately, although they weren't stunning beauties, they were all decent-looking, and because they practiced martial arts, they all had great figures, meaning they possessed the basic qualities to get a man's erection. (Note: There were indeed eight girls when we first met. A few months later, three of them left our activities because they had boyfriends, and one girl also left due to disagreements with the others. So, four girls remained with us long-term.) We ate at a restaurant, with Monkey, Black Panther, and Little Fatty Tiger taking turns treating everyone. Since two of us were police officers, the owner certainly didn't dare to overcharge us, and we always got significant discounts. After a hearty meal of delicacies, we went to a private room in a nightclub. Drinks were served, and we chatted freely with the eight girls. Naturally, martial arts were a topic of conversation. Orange, being the most lecherous, seized the opportunity and said, "We seven brothers have also practiced a little. How about we have a match? Let's make friends through martial arts, and stop when we've reached a point." The girls from the sports academy readily agreed. A tall girl named Hongmei, seemingly their leader, asked, "Where are we going to compete? We can't just do it here, can we? We'll smash up their shop here!" Monkey, being the eldest, was thoughtful: "Easy! I've already booked the entire basement dance hall; it's big enough." Upon arriving at the basement dance hall, one of the girls, Qian Xiaoyan (nickname: Little Swallow), stuck out her tongue: "Wow! Such a big dance hall! Your brother booked it all! How much did that cost?" Monkey laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry, the owner is a good friend of mine. I helped him chase away several groups of thugs causing trouble here, and he's very grateful. Today is Monday, so there aren't many customers, and he wanted to let me use it for free. But my brother Erlang always likes to keep a low profile and insisted on paying the owner, so we only paid a small rent." Monkey then pointed at me. Little Swallow glanced at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. I smiled at her but said nothing. We quickly sat down, and the older brothers and sisters from both sides explained the rules of the friendly match: everyone would go down and spar, the key purpose being to make friends. If anyone injured someone, they had to pay for everyone to eat, and the injured person would choose the location. If the loser of the match was willing to admit defeat, they had to do three things for the other person. This rule actually gave everyone an excuse to refuse to fulfill their obligations, allowing everyone to play without any mental burden. If you lost, as long as you didn't admit it, nothing would happen. It was then that I noticed the girls were all wearing skirts, short skirts, the kind that didn't hinder kicking but could still reveal their underwear. I couldn't help but ask Orange, "Orange, where are they going to change clothes?" Black Panther laughed when he heard this, and before Orange could answer, he whispered, "Bookworm, you still think we're really going to make friends through martial arts?" I suddenly understood. Great! My penis immediately started to get hard. Hongmei jumped down onto the stage and kicked her legs a few times in the dim light of the dance hall. Although her thighs and calves were muscular, she still looked very sexy and had a beautiful figure. Hongmei deliberately kicked her leg a few times in our direction, giving us a clear view of her white panties. The dim lighting, the beautiful woman's thighs, and the post-drinking excitement made my penis start to stir. "Who wants to spar with me?" Hongmei made a few more provocative moves. Monkey remained seated, but Orange glanced at him and immediately jumped up, entering the area: "I'll play with you, little beauty!" Hongmei smiled: "You big pervert, let's see how I teach you a lesson!" Orange said: "Big sister, I practice boxing, what if I hit you?" Hongmei said: "That's easy, just change your punches to palm strikes and push me with your hands!" Orange chuckled inwardly: "I've been waiting for you to say that!" Soon, the two began sparring. Hongmei's kung fu was from a proper martial arts school, so it was naturally quite good. Orange's boxing was, of course, also impressive. Hongmei initially gained the upper hand with her swift leaps and flying kicks, but her skirt kept billowing, revealing her beautiful thighs and her white panties bouncing. Just as Hongmei was feeling triumphant, Chengzi suddenly closed in with lightning speed, landing two palm strikes—one on Hongmei's stomach, the other on her left breast. Hongmei froze for a moment, but Chengzi, a boxing expert known for her speed, gave her no chance to breathe. Four more palm strikes landed on Hongmei's face, forehead, right breast, and lower abdomen. Although Chengzi only used a fraction of her strength, she still managed to knock Hongmei back several steps. Black Panther leaned close to my ear: "Don't be fooled by their martial arts background; they practice pure routines, all show and no substance. Ours is more practical. Don't be afraid, go down and have a go later." Oh! Right! I suddenly recalled the scene from my childhood when I had mastered the grappling techniques but didn't know how to use them, and was utterly defeated by Black Panther, a track and field athlete who had never practiced martial arts. So I immediately felt relieved. On the field, Hongmei was already red-faced and her neck was thick with anger. Although the talkative Orange stopped moving, he wouldn't let it go: "How about it? Admit defeat! The three things I'll ask you to do are very easy, you'll do them happily!" Monkey jumped up: "Orange, don't talk nonsense! Miss Hongmei, my brother is bad at talking, he offended you, so this round is a draw!" Hongmei blushed and said: "What draw! I admit defeat! I'm willing to do three things." Orange said: "Ha! Good girl! I like straightforward girls! Let's go! Let's talk in the private room!"
After they took their drinks into the private room, our match resumed. This time, Little Swallow jumped into the field, and like Hongmei, she did the same leg kicking warm-up. Her thighs were more beautiful than Hongmei's, the snow-white color was particularly dazzling in the dim light. "Ready?" Little Swallow turned to me. "You low-key guy, dare to have a match with me?"
I was stunned for a moment, then didn't move, thinking: I've never met such a bold girl! Seeing that I didn't move, Little Swallow continued, "If you don't dare, then you can just keep your damn low profile! You little man!" What... someone dares to talk to me like that?! And it's a woman! With a whoosh, I leaped over the table and onto the field. Since Monkey and I are best at leg techniques, we also have the best jumping ability. Most people, seeing my 1.81-meter height and 80kg weight, wouldn't expect me to jump so lightly unless they saw me in the air. After all, without jumping ability, half of the leg techniques in Northern Leg are related to jumping, so you can't practice them. Of course, my jump is different from Monkey's. Monkey's jump is like a roc spreading its wings, making a majestic eagle shape in the air, exceptionally graceful, while my jump has no shape, more like flowing clouds and water. My speed in the air was about the same as the monkey's, but the monkey was better at aerial attacks. Little Swallow, who had been mocking me, was slightly surprised when she saw me leap from behind the table into the arena almost without any preparation, saying, "Ha! This little man has some skills!" Hearing her call me "little man" again made my scalp tingle, and my anger surged. I leaned closer to her and whispered, "You ignorant little brat, I'll beat you until you call me daddy today!" I took a step back, gesturing for her to make the first move. Little Swallow snorted, "Look at your stinking self!" She turned and attacked me with the Nine Palaces Steps of Bagua Palm. I was furious; how could this little bitch be so good at cursing? I hadn't offended her! Fine, if I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll... I'll... I'll kneel down! (I was so angry at her rudeness that I couldn't think of any other words.) But once we started fighting, I quickly regained my composure. This is what my master always taught us: maintaining our form. But under her relentless onslaught of thighs, maintaining our form was easier said than done. A quick victory was the only option. At first, I didn't use my preferred leg techniques, afraid of hurting her; I didn't want to pay for these bitches' meal. But even using boxing and grappling techniques to fight her, I couldn't get close. She pushed me several times, and if it weren't for my good lower body stability, I would have been lying on the ground, humiliated. On a whim, I shouted, "Miss, excuse me!" and leaped into the air, unleashing a series of flying kicks, deliberately avoiding actually hitting her, only forcing her back a few steps. Little Swallow snorted, "You grasshopper like to jump, huh? Well then, this grandma will jump with you!"
I laughed angrily, "Fine! I'm a grasshopper again! Go ahead and jump around!" Little Swallow countered with a series of flying kicks, immediately revealing a major weakness. First, her legs were completely exposed to me; second, she had only learned the routines at the sports academy, clearly not understanding their application or taboos. For example, the seven of us brothers often practiced martial arts together, and we knew best how to perform a full-body flying kick—the kick had to be fast, and the retraction even faster, to avoid being grabbed and losing balance. This experience was passed down from our practical master, and during our sparring matches, anyone who retracted their leg too slowly would be mercilessly thrown to the ground. Over time, we all mastered this technique precisely. Martial arts routines emphasize aesthetics over actual combat, so Little Swallow's kicks were slow, and her retraction even slower. But I didn't want her to fall flat on her face, so I sidestepped and leaped into the air, gently patting her left foot as she kicked towards me with my right hand, as if to say, "I'm letting you win." After landing, Little Swallow wasn't appreciative and continued her attack with her Nine Palaces Step Bagua Palm. Each move was more intense than the last. My grappling skills were clearly inferior to her Bagua Palm, and she managed to grab me several more times. Fine, looks like I'll show you something! I threw two feints, and Little Swallow staggered back, temporarily losing her balance. I seized the opportunity and delivered a standing Muay Thai sweeping kick to her shin. "Thump!" Little Swallow fell to the ground. What a stubborn girl! She did a beautiful "Oolong Twisting Pillar" somersault to her feet, ready to fight again. During her Oolong Twisting Pillar, I could clearly see that her underwear was beige, and even the twitching of her inner thigh muscles. I felt another surge of desire in my penis. (Note: I don't know how to do the "Dragon Twisting Pillar" or "Carp Jump" because my master emphasizes practical application. He told us that if we fall, we should get up quickly, in any way we want, the key is to be fast. The "Dragon Twisting Pillar" and "Carp Jump" look good, but they have little practical value once mastered.) I couldn't tolerate her resistance again, so I quickly lowered my body and swept her feet, which had just regained their footing, with a sweeping leg. "Thump!" Little Swallow fell again, but she was used to practicing tumbling and falling techniques, so these two falls obviously didn't affect her much. To prevent my attack, Little Swallow did a "Yan Qing Eighteen Flips" (which I don't know either, haha!)
and rolled to the sidelines. This time, she jumped up with a beautiful carp jump. I smiled at her: "How about we tie?" Since I have a beautiful lover at home, I didn't really want to take advantage of her, even though Little Swallow's face and figure were also quite good. But at this moment, I just wanted to get rid of her entanglement. Unexpectedly, Little Swallow, who had fallen twice, said, "Why is it a tie? Was that kick you used to knock me down Chinese martial arts?" I laughed, "Hey! That's strange. We're just having a friendly martial arts competition, we didn't say which country's martial arts it was! Foreign martial arts are martial arts too, just like foreigners are people too." Little Fatty laughed. Little Swallow glared at Little Fatty, then turned to me, "You using foreign stuff to beat me isn't real skill, you traitor! You foreign lackey!" What?? But by this time I had figured out her temper and was no longer angry, I smiled and said, "Then tell me how you want to compete before you admit defeat." Little Swallow said, "If you beat me with Chinese martial arts, I'll admit defeat. Otherwise, you're a foreigner's dog!"
Everyone present burst into laughter, "Hahahahahaha!" It was really funny, I'd never seen such an unreasonable girl before. I might as well play along! I gradually became interested. The monkey stood up and said, "Sister Swallow is right, we should use Chinese martial arts." I glared at him angrily, but then I realized that my older brother must have realized that my Northern Style kicks were more than enough to beat Little Swallow, so he was sure he was right. We started competing again and agreed that if I used foreign martial arts again, I would immediately lose. ...What's going on? These days! Women, oh women! Because I'm used to a mix of kicks, chain kicks, spring kicks, karate kicks, taekwondo kicks, and Muay Thai kicks, it felt really awkward to use Chinese martial arts techniques this time. Little Swallow teased me again: "What? Scared? Little man! Go home and cry!" "Hahaha!" I laughed out loud. I actually kind of liked this girl. I told her, "I'll beat you with Chinese martial arts leg techniques, specifically that sweeping leg move I just used!"
Little Swallow snorted again, "You're just spouting nonsense!" I'd barely finished boasting when I heard Little Swallow swear again, and I almost collapsed with laughter. Little Swallow lunged forward, using her Nine Palaces Step again; it seemed she specialized in Baguazhang. This time, I stopped using my hands to spar with her, instead using agile leaps and dodges, using my feet to deflect her palm attacks, looking for an opportunity to strike. Actually, if I treated Little Swallow as an enemy, my continuous kicks or my powerful punches could knock her down in five seconds; but this was a friend, and I couldn't fight her seriously, so my leg techniques and powerful punches were difficult to utilize. Besides, my "Jade Ring Step, Mandarin Duck Kick" was a secret technique used against strong opponents; my master repeatedly warned me not to use it casually, and certainly not against Little Swallow. My hand-eye coordination isn't as fast, which is the main reason I couldn't finish the fight as quickly as my second brother. This put me on the defensive, while Xiao Yanzi attacked relentlessly. I had retreated to the edge of the field, behind me was a table with fresh fruit, chocolates, tea, drinks, and beer. If I retreated any further, I would knock the table over, spilling everything and ending up defeated. Xiao Yanzi, of course, saw this and became even more relentless. Suddenly, she changed tactics, turning and sweeping her leg towards my chest. My chance had arrived! Normally, with Xiao Yanzi's sweeping leg speed, I could easily grab her leg and take her down, but I had boasted that I would win with a sweeping leg. So, I suddenly lowered my stance, completely avoiding her upper sweep, while simultaneously bending one leg and quickly sweeping the other horizontally, striking her still-grounded foot. At that moment, Xiao Yanzi had one foot in the air and the other was swept away. With a "thud," Xiao Yanzi fell forward to the ground. This time, Little Swallow didn't jump up immediately. Instead, she slowly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me: "Hey!
What's wrong with you? Why didn't you help a girl who fell down? Are you even a boy?" Haha! Now even my gender is being questioned! How funny. I quickly ran over and helped her up. Little Swallow surrendered. I took her hand and led her to the table: "Little sister, didn't you hurt yourself?
I don't have any demands, just have a cup of tea with your brother!" Little Swallow glared at me with her almond-shaped eyes and whispered in my ear: "Big brother, are you gay?" I said, "No." She said, "Then you must be impotent. Poor little man...!" As she spoke, she touched my chin. Damn! Now she's my boss! I had already calmed down and was planning to go home and hug my beautiful young lover after tonight. But after she said that, I couldn't help but get angry again: "Hmph! Fine, fine. I have three requirements! Come with me."
With that, I grabbed her hand and walked towards an empty private room. The brothers and sisters in the club started competing again. Since Orange and I left one after the other, we didn't see what happened next. Tiger said we won big, but Tiger and Fatty teamed up again, taking down two girls from the opposing team. It was two against two, so it was fair. But it seemed that Fatty didn't go to a private room with the girls. I guess he didn't like them. Besides, Fatty already had a girlfriend at this time, and he was afraid that if she found out, there would be chaos. Later, when the number of girls decreased to four, Fatty started to sleep with them. Anyway, I held Little Swallow's hand tightly and pulled her into a private room. I tossed her onto the sofa and said, "Take off your clothes if you don't want to get beaten up!" At this point, Xiao Yanzi changed her tone and said aggrievedly, "Can't you be a little gentler?" My tone softened slightly, "Gentler? Okay." Then I pushed her, who was about to stand up, back down onto the sofa and pressed my body against hers. Then I started kissing her lips, caressing her breasts, slender waist, and beautiful buttocks through her clothes. Xiao Yanzi didn't resist, just moaning softly. The time was right, and I started to undress her. Xiao Yanzi pushed me away: "I'll do it myself. You take yours off."
Soon, we were both naked. Xiao Yanzi's figure was very well-proportioned due to long-term physical exercise; her waist and abdomen had no fat, her skin was snow-white, and her deltoid muscles were well-developed, making her even more sexy. Her breasts were well-developed, high and firm. Her beautiful thighs and calves were strong and sexy. Strands of pubic hair could be seen at her genitals. I put my arm around Xiao Yanzi's shoulder and asked, "How old are you?" Xiao Yanzi's eyes lit up and she said, "I just turned 19." I asked, "Why did you use so many swear words just now? You're a girl!" Xiao Yanzi laughed, a very cute laugh, without a trace of her fierce demeanor from before: "You! You're so silly!"
"Can't you tell she likes you? I didn't swear at anyone." I said, "Oh! So that was you flirting with me!" Heaven knows there's such a foul-mouthed flirting in the world! I said to her, "Little Swallow, you have to do three things for me. First, have sex with me once; second, have sex with me again; third, have sex with me one more time!" "Hahaha!" Little Swallow laughed so hard she fell off the sofa, "Then you've lost out, since having sex three times only counts as one thing!" I picked up Little Swallow and kissed her lips, "It doesn't matter if I win or lose, as long as you're happy."
"Mmm!" Little Swallow responded to my kiss, her face flushed. We embraced. Athletes' bodies are probably very strong, with plenty of secretions, so Little Swallow soon became excited. She closed her eyes, guided my penis into her vagina, and began thrusting. Haha! Foreplay with Little Swallow is much simpler than with my beautiful young lover! Little Swallow's vagina isn't very narrow, so she's probably not a virgin anymore. After thrusting for a while on the sofa, I picked her up and carried her to a round table, placing her on it and beginning to thrust. Little Swallow moaned, "Ooh! Ooh! Hah! First time... huff... on... huff... on the table—ah! Hmm! Tsk...! Hmm!" Her face was flushed. I gripped her breasts and began to knead them. My piston-like movements quickened. "Hmm! Hah! Uh! Uh! So... good! You... are so... amazing... Hmm! Huff!"
Little Swallow was as joyful as a swallow. After a while, I lifted her by her buttocks, letting her hook her arms around my neck and wrap her legs around my waist, starting our lovemaking in a standing position. I increased the speed again, using her weight to penetrate deeper and harder. "Thump thump thump thump!" Her snow-white buttocks slammed against my thighs. Little Swallow opened her mouth wide and cried out, panting heavily. After holding her for a while, I put her back on the table and continued my assault. Little Swallow, her eyes half-open, asked, "What did you say you were going to make me call you?" I said, "Given your good behavior later, you don't need to call me Daddy anymore." Little Swallow, with her very well-developed abdominal muscles, sat up abruptly, hooked her arms around my neck, and softly called out, "Daddy, Daddy! Love your daughter! If your daughter is naughty, spank her bottom!" Hearing the girl who had been so fierce just moments before now making such a tender sound, I couldn't hold back any longer. My penis trembled, and I ejaculated. After cleaning up, we went outside together. Orange and Red Plum were already out. Red Plum's hair was disheveled; it seemed Orange had also tormented her. The other couples also came out one after another. Our party was about to end. We had maintained contact with four of the girls for a considerable time. These four girls were Red Plum, Little Swallow, Lijuan, and Minzi. Later, I learned that Minzi was a descendant of Japanese people; her mother was an infant abandoned during the Japanese war and raised by Chinese people. A few years later, Minzi and her mother went to Japan. At first, we dated alone, but then one day things changed. One Friday night, eleven of us—seven men and four women—gathered at Qu Zi's house. His parents were powerful; they'd gotten him an apartment—a three-bedroom, one-living-room house with a 50-square-meter living room. So we often gathered at Qu Zi's. After dinner, Qu Zi announced, "You're all staying here tonight, no leaving!" "Great!" everyone cheered. Xiao Yanzi walked up to me: "Hey, you! I have two things to do for you!" I joked, "Okay! Then take off your clothes and dance for us." Xiao Yanzi, being an athlete, said, "Great! We can dance together for you!" With that, the four girls really took off their clothes and started a erotic dance. At first, I was a little confused, but then I thought, well, these four were already our shared lovers, so what was there to be afraid of? Their swaying, full breasts, firm, sexy buttocks, and beautiful, slender waists dazzled us. That night, the seven of us took turns with the four women. Everyone had a great time. When I hugged Xiao Yanzi again, I said to her, panting, "I didn't expect the students at your sports academy to be so open-minded!" Xiao Yanzi snorted, "What open-mindedness! It's just like the upper beam is crooked, so the lower beam is crooked too! Anyway, our bodies are no longer pure, so rather than letting those bastards ruin us, we might as well find a few brothers we like to enjoy."
I asked, "Are the bastards you're talking about your teachers?" Xiao Yanzi said, "Hey! Let's not talk about such unpleasant things!" Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, I didn't ask any further. I lifted her onto the table and whispered, "Why do you like me?" She said, "Because that day your older brother introduced us, saying you absolutely had to pay for the nightclub. Your older brother is a policeman, so you don't actually need to pay. These days, it's rare to see someone as naive as you! You're so adorably silly."
I said, "I know my older brother is a policeman, but people who run shops or travel the world have it tough. It's not like we can't afford the money." Little Swallow lay on the table, raised her legs, closed her eyes slightly, and said, "Erlang Shen, come and fuck me!"
Haha, my name has changed from "Little Man" to "Erlang Shen"! That's quite a change! I spread her thighs and inserted my penis into her vagina. Little Swallow doesn't need foreplay, I know that very well. As soon as the thrusting began, Little Swallow immediately screamed exaggeratedly, and I fucked her even harder. While fucking Little Swallow, I also inserted my fingers into her anus and started probing. Little Swallow frowned, looking very pained: "Ugh! Ouch! Ouch! Eh! Ugh! Oh...! What are you doing... huff...?" I said, "What am I doing? I'm going to fuck your asshole!" Little Swallow hurriedly cried out, "Ah! Oh! No! Um! No! No... huff... no... ah! Um!"
I deliberately said, "You agree, haha! Okay!" After saying that, I pulled my penis out of her vagina, pressed it against her anus twice, and prepared to insert it. Little Swallow suddenly sat up and said, "Ah! No! It will hurt to death!" Under her firm refusal, I did not have anal sex with her. After a short rest, I inserted it into Little Swallow's vagina again, but she suddenly cried. I was startled and quickly pulled out, hugging Xiao Yanzi and saying, "Oh! Baby, be good, don't cry!" Minzi and Lijuan, both naked, came over. Minzi helped Xiao Yanzi away, and Lijuan put her hand on my shoulder, saying, "It's okay, I'll tell you later." Lijuan had a fox-like face, the kind that was alluring and seductive; nine times out of ten, any man who met her gaze would make a mistake. I lifted Lijuan's plump buttocks and carried her to the table, replacing Xiao Yanzi. My hands began to rub her entire body—her breasts, her soft belly, her alluring vagina, her sexy thighs. Lijuan was also an athlete, so she became excited quickly. Soon, Lijuan began to moan and groan, "Hmm! Heh…! Good brother, do me… Huff… Ah! I want… you! Mmm! Ugh!"
I quickly inserted my still-erect penis into her vagina and began to thrust forcefully. Lijuan cried out in a seductive voice, "I feel so good... ooh... ah! Big brother... brother, hurry up and do it... call... me! I am... yours...!" I couldn't help but speed up my thrusting. Lijuan cried out even louder. Inside Lijuan's warm vagina, her vaginal fluid shot out, making my penis feel so hot and comfortable. Soon I finally ejaculated. Later, when I held Hongmei in my arms, she told me a poignant story about Xiaoyanzi. When Xiaoyanzi was sixteen, she was an athlete at a sports school. Because of the amount of exercise, she developed early. At sixteen, she was already a graceful young woman with full breasts and a plump bottom. One day, her teacher asked her to go to the gymnastics room to get some sports equipment. As soon as she entered the gymnastics room, she found that the door had closed from the back. Her three male physical education teachers, who usually taught her, suddenly appeared from some corner, grabbed her, and slammed the sexy girl onto the gymnastics mat. The poor girl tried to struggle, but the three male physical education teachers were too strong. "Slap! Slap!" The muscular, athletic hand delivered two heavy slaps, making the girl see stars. Soon, the girl, struggling helplessly, was stripped naked. The voluptuous, alluring girl cried and struggled, but this only aroused the thugs' lust. The three physical education teachers unzipped their pants. The girl knew what was about to happen. One of the teachers took a belt and lashed it hard across the girl's fair, pink buttocks!
"Ah!" The beautiful girl screamed in agony. Soon, six hands began to vigorously knead the girl's fair skin, breasts, and buttocks, while hot lips licked her vagina and anus. The girl was numb. Suddenly, a tearing pain in her vagina jolted her awake: "Ah...ya...! It hurts so much!" "Hahaha!" A PE teacher picked up her plump buttocks and thrust into her mercilessly. The girl's screams brought him great pleasure. The other PE teachers continued to torture other parts of the girl's body. The excruciating pain in her vagina numbed the girl's senses again, and she vaguely felt that three men were taking turns raping her. The girl thought the nightmare was over. But unexpectedly, the three strong PE teachers quickly regained their strength. They turned the girl over, kneaded Xiaoyanzi's plump buttocks, and then two of them forcefully spread Xiaoyanzi's beautiful buttocks apart, while the third man thrust his erect penis into Xiaoyanzi's anus. "Ugh...! Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much! Ah...!" Her anus felt like it was about to tear open. The teacher who was raping her anus from behind let out a cruel laugh and grabbed her constantly shaking breasts, kneading them hard. The girl was in so much pain that she almost fainted. Finally, the three physical education teachers had their fun and left, laughing and joking with each other. The poor girl got up from the ground, picked up her torn clothes, and burst into tears...! I made Hongmei lie with her back to me, grabbed her breasts with both hands, aimed my erect penis at her vagina, and as soon as she finished telling her story, I immediately thrust in. Hongmei hummed and asked me, "Is there any way to comfort her?" I panted and said, "There is a way, tell me after I'm done." "Huff! Ah...! What...how...huff! sizzle!...how...? Uh! Humph!"
Hongmei gasped for breath. I said, "Don't ask. You'll tell me after we're done." I really like this side-lying position for sex; it's less strenuous and allows for deep penetration. Hongmei happily cooperated in my arms, making singing moans. Hongmei's secretions flowed onto my thighs; I knew she had orgasmed. So I relaxed and fucked her, no longer holding back. Soon, I suddenly stopped moving, and my cannon trembled violently inside her vagina, ejaculating rapidly. Later, through Monkey and Black Panther's connections in the police force, I finally found out the whereabouts of those three PE teachers. Of course, their rape of Xiaoyanzi was difficult to investigate, and Xiaoyanzi didn't want to go public. But the police always have their ways. Brother Monkey had befriended a powerful figure in the underworld while handling cases, and they had mutual favors. This time, Monkey visited him and explained his request. The underworld figure readily agreed. Soon, I received another call from Monkey, asking me to bring Xiaoyanzi to see him. It was past midnight that night, and the wind was biting cold. Little Swallow and I, bundled up against the elements, rode in Monkey's police car to the location the boss had designated. I don't like riding in police cars; it feels like I'm being arrested. But there were no other cars available that night, so I had no choice. We got out of the car and found ourselves outside a large warehouse. There were two people at the entrance, but as soon as they saw us, they left without a word. We pushed the door open and found the place empty. In the dim light, we saw three people bound and kneeling on the ground, their hands and feet tied, their mouths gagged with burlap. Their eyes were covered with black cloth strips. Monkey suddenly pulled out a sharp police dagger and handed it to Little Swallow, saying, "Don't kill anyone!"
Little Swallow's hand trembled as she held the knife, her eyes blazing with fury. I quickly hugged her, "Swallow, don't get agitated. If you kill them, we're all doomed. If someone dies, the police can't ignore it; if no one dies, we can talk about it." Little Swallow always listens to me. She looked at me with her big eyes, blinked, and said, "Okay. So what do you suggest?"
I said, "Hey! That's easy. Whatever tool they used to hurt you, you go and hurt that tool too, and we'll even things out!" Little Swallow was indeed clever. She looked up at Monkey and said, "Brother Monkey, please go and take off all three of their pants, expose their penises!" Actually, I don't approve of calling someone Brother Monkey, because I always feel that someone called Brother Monkey is like Pigsy from Journey to the West, haha!
Little Swallow asked Monkey to do this, not me, because she knew I definitely wouldn't do it. Monkey happily went and pulled down the pants of the three men. On a cold winter night, the three middle-aged PE teachers, their penises exposed, were all shivering a little. Little Swallow, who had longed for this day for many years, remained unusually calm. She went over and stroked each of the three men's penises, making sexy "mmm!" sounds. Touched by the woman, all three men's penises quickly became erect. The girl quickened her stroking and moaned even louder, which Monkey and I found very amusing. Just as the men were becoming increasingly excited, the girl suddenly used an incredibly sharp police dagger to slowly cut off one man's penis, then slowly cut off his scrotum. She did this to the second man, then the third. She made two cuts on each man, first the penis, then the scrotum. Little Swallow's knife work was calm and unhurried, reminding me of the legendary butcher dissecting an ox. The three castrated men made "ooh!" sounds, unable to scream because their mouths were gagged. They rolled on the ground in agony. Little Swallow wiped the knife clean on one of their clothes, then returned the dagger to Monkey. Putting on gloves, she scooped up some yellow soil and smeared it on the genitals of each of the three new "eunuchs" to stop the bleeding and prevent them from dying from excessive blood loss. Then the three of us drove back. On the way back, Monkey called one of the underworld boss's men, carefully arranging for someone to "coincidentally" pass by the warehouse, find the three men, and take them to the hospital for treatment, so no one would die. On the way back, Little Swallow cried, then laughed—so childish! But I haven't dared to sleep with her for a long time; maybe seeing her "dissecting an ox" has given me a bit of a psychological aversion! Haha! [Last edited by shinyuu1988]

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