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"Phew, finally finished."

It was 5 PM. After most of the day's work, I finally finished chapter 353 of "My Daughter's Escort Service."
I breathed a sigh of relief and, a little tired, folded the manuscript. Patting my slightly sore shoulders, I suddenly remembered that today
was the publication date of Mitsui Aika's nude photobook. To avoid missing out, I immediately dropped what I was doing and rushed to the bookstore
to buy it.

I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Little Chicken Soup, thirty-six years old, single. I've already introduced myself last time,
so I　　 won't go into details. Anyway, like you, I'm all alone. As for whether that's normal or not, I don't know.

"Click." Opening the door, thinking about being able to admire my beloved beauty's pubic hair, I went out in a cheerful mood.
At the same time, someone from the neighborhood also came out—a new tenant who had recently moved in.

Yes, this apartment used to be occupied by fourteen-year-old Zhu Nu. But because the little girl had learned to write erotic
stories from me, her family discovered it. Well, to say "discovered" is more like "confessed." This little girl wrote a story titled "My Cute
Girlfriend Was Eaten Up," thinking she was quite the writer, and excitedly showed it to her mother—her mother, no doubt!
Out of the 4889 authors on the "Springtime in the Courtyard" forum, how many would actually show their masterpieces to their parents? I'll tell
you, there's one. He presented his painstakingly crafted "Love for My Mother" as a Mother's Day gift, and the consequences were
predictable : he was beaten until he vomited blood. So, people who read erotica are stupid, but people who write it are even stupider!

It's one thing for Zhu to show it to her mother, but to add, "Uncle Chicken Soup taught me!" resulted in
Zhu's family moving out that very night. That's perfectly normal. If I knew my neighbor was a perverted sex maniac, I'd
run away without hesitation. It's already good that she didn't report it to the authorities, so I'm quite grateful to Zhu's mother in that respect.

Did you go out with Zhu after that? Are you stupid? Does anyone even know about this? Don't you know
there are also online "police officers" who love reading erotica, specifically targeting people who love flashy posts? Who would write down their own criminal
evidence? Do you think I'm as stupid as that mastermind,
recording the heinous act of eating my friend's daughter like a novel, leaving someone to come after me with a kitchen knife? I'm not stupid enough to be that stupid
!

But that guy confessed, it was all fabricated. He's still a virgin, and he even asked me when I'd go
with him to find a fresh-faced prostitute to lose my virginity. If that were a good thing, I would have gone long ago. Do you think we're that close?

"Hello, Mr. Chicken Soup." My neighbor greeted me politely. To be honest, I didn't want to talk to him.
There was no particular reason; he's just a male. Have you ever seen two roosters need to be friends?

But Uncle Chicken Soup is a scholar, after all. Completely ignoring him would seem too cold, so I casually replied
. Who knew he'd say something pointless: "Mr. Chicken Soup, are you going out?"

Opening the door and pressing the elevator button isn't going out, is it to take out the trash? I was about to curse, but seeing
how sinister he looked with his glasses, I held back. You know, these days a lot of seemingly harmless otaku are actually vicious killers
.

"Yeah, going to buy books," I said with a forced smile, concerned for my own safety.

"Oh." My neighbor's smile was a little eerie, making me panic. His eyes were half-moons, and he
asked in a very lewd way, "Going to buy a photobook?"

"Y-yes." I took a step back.

His smile became even more lewd: "Mitsui-chan?"

Oh, I guess it. It really is a global event for men. No wonder the official announcement said the first million copies sold out in ten minutes
; it's true.

"Going to buy it now, you probably won't be able to get any," my neighbor said, pretending to check his watch. I knew
the chances were slim, but I had to try anyway, otherwise how would I get through the night? The official estimate was that a million people would be
masturbating at the same time tonight. As a fan who had always received care from Mitsui-chan, I wanted to do my part on this day of gratitude
—I mean, put in my effort.

I was initially annoyed, thinking my neighbor was making fun of me, but when he pulled a book out of the paper bag, I realized
how important it is to maintain good neighborly relations and help each other.

"It's an autographed edition. I queued all night for a week to buy it. Want to see it?" my neighbor asked proudly. It turned out
I was stepping into my neighbor's house for the first time. I had originally planned to borrow it to enjoy at home; not many people would go to their neighbor's house
to masturbate, right? But it was his book, so I was helpless. What angered me most was that he clearly asked if I wanted to see it, but refused
to open it!

"How can you see it if you don't open it?" I was baffled. He held the photobook to his lips and kissed it: "Looking at the cover
isn't good."

"But… you can only masturbate if you look inside, right?" You're a pervert, I'm not afraid to be shameless.

"Isn't it happier to masturbate while looking at an autograph?" My neighbor's face was full of the satisfaction of first love.

I was speechless. I thought Zi Chuan masturbating while looking at stockings swirling in the washing machine was boring enough
, but I didn't expect there were still so many sick people in the world.

"Then you can be happy. I'm going to browse around and see if there are any resellers. I still want to see the content."
Anyone who's ever bought a nude photobook knows those publishers are despicable. They give you a big head on the cover, but the real stuff is inside.
They won't show you a single hair unless you pay. Okay, hair is hair, so go to the hair salon and get a shot.

"I'm outta here." Since I'm not getting anything out of this, leaving is the best option. My neighbor slowly asked, "
It seems Mr. Chicken Soup really likes looking at women's naked bodies."

I turned around, quite annoyed. I wouldn't say anything if others said that, but you've been queuing all night for a week to buy the same
book. No matter how you look at it, you seem to like looking at women's naked bodies more than I do.

"Then do you want to see real women... completely naked?" my neighbor asked. I felt like I was asking a pointless question
. Do you want to eat?

"I think I can help Mr. Chicken Soup..." my neighbor said proudly, "Actually, I'm a scientist
."

I also wanted to say that I'm actually a novelist. My job is writing those high-minded novels online that don't earn me a single penny
.

To be honest, I'm not really interested in knowing what my neighbor does for a living, but if I hear he's a scientist, I'll have to find out
more. It would be too dangerous if he were conducting some kind of explosive experiment and it affected everyone in the process. You see, I still have a 24-year mortgage on my house
, and I haven't had any income lately.

"That's my research lab inside," my neighbor said, leading me in. We passed his bedroom along the way. It was pathetic. What used to be
Zhu's girlish bedroom had become a den of nerds. Hundreds of erotic books and games were scattered all over the floor. A research lab my foot! It was just
a loser's airport.

Further in, the master bedroom, where Zhu's parents used to have sex every night, was now filled with
lab equipment: whirring generators, bubbling chemicals,
crackling magnetic field lines, even a human skeleton model. I knew my neighbor wasn't pretending to be stupid; he was genuinely insane
.

"Haha, you even have a human skeleton model?" I made up some random words to avoid triggering his mental breakdown,
but it only made things worse. After I said that, the neighbor excitedly picked up the skeleton and kissed it: "This is for studying Mitsui-chan
's skeleton."

I was sweating. So loving someone to the bone really is real. It's getting late, so I won't bother you.
Let's chat again sometime over tea, but there probably won't be much of a chance, because Uncle Chicken Soup is very busy and still has hundreds of drafts to
finish .

I turned to run, but my neighbor called after me again: "How do you usually masturbate, Mr. Chicken Soup?"

Oh, I regretted my lack of exercise. I didn't have time to rush out before he spoke. If my former neighbor, Zhu Nu,
had asked me this, I would have gladly demonstrated on the spot and written the process into a novel. But now, I could only bite the bullet and answer:
"I just use my hand. Are there other methods?"

My neighbor mimicked the motion of masturbation: "Using your hand is the most common, but Mr. Chicken Soup, don't you find
it inconvenient to hold a photobook in one hand and masturbate with the other?"

For the first time, I agreed with this patient's words. In fact, I had accidentally ejaculated inside the precious text a few times
, so even if it was cheap, I wouldn't buy a second-hand porn book. Even if the semen hadn't dried, I would at least get a few extra pubic
hairs. I'm willing to pay to see female pubic hair, but I definitely don't want free male pubic hair.

"To address this problem, I invented this machine." My neighbor had that proud expression again.
He pointed to a bed not far away, with a stargazing device or something hanging from it, supported by two arms.

I was a bit curious, and after watching for a long time, I still didn't understand. My neighbor turned on the electric switch on the wall, and the two arms
moved rhythmically like steam engines in Miyazaki's movies, "Press! Press!",
pushing the observatory back and forth.

My neighbor took a piece of dried tofu from the refrigerator, soaked it in some warm water, rolled it up, and stuffed it in the center of the observatory.
Then he explained, "This is a fully automatic pistol. Put your penis in it, and your hands can be free
. When playing H games, you can continue playing while following the plot. It's very convenient."

I stared blankly at the "Press! Press!" machine, thinking that if Miyazaki saw this, he would definitely cry
.

"Would you like to try the chicken soup, sir?" my neighbor kindly asked. I looked at the few curled hairs next to the observatory and
knew that this must be your wife. Sister-in-law, don't let her work so hard.

At this moment, I understood Zhu Nu's mother's feelings. It was really best to avoid a dangerous person living next door
. Tomorrow I must go to the real estate company and ask if anyone wants a house with 24 years of mortgage remaining.

"As a scientist, guided by science, implementing scientific thought, and
forging a scientific future with a scientific development perspective, if we embrace this spirit and analyze things scientifically, we can arrive at the answer
!"

At my neighbor's house, I listened to his grand pronouncements while eating soup noodles. Wasn't he going to run away?
Indeed, I had considered it, but when he pulled out a box of "Uni-President Big Bowl Noodles" and asked if I wanted some,
I gladly accepted his kindness. As a
literary writer who has published a million words online without receiving a single penny, my quality of life has reached a precarious point. A bowl of hot instant noodles is definitely
an oasis in the desert, a warm charcoal in the cold snow.

A bowl of noodles can resolve all grudges. I suddenly realized that this neighbor wasn't as terrible as I had thought, but rather quite reliable. If
he invited me to eat noodles every day, I think we could become good friends; if we added a can of beer, I
think we could become sworn brothers.

"So, Mr. Chicken Soup, do you have a basic understanding of science now?" My neighbor
asked kindly, seeing that I had even finished the MSG soup.

After my stomach was healed, my gaze fell on Mitsui's photobook again. Seeing my eager eye, my neighbor, holding
the unopened educational book, said, "It seems Mr. Chicken Soup is still quite interested in women's nudity.
To realize this wish, you'll need to rely on science."

I wanted to say that it didn't need to be so complicated; just open the plastic bag. Buying a photobook without opening
it is no different from marrying a wife without consummating the marriage!

My neighbor asked, "Mr. Chicken Soup, actually, my ambition to become a scientist stems from a movie I watched when I was a child
. Do you know what it was?"

"Frankenstein?" I answered matter-of-factly.

My neighbor shook his head. I guessed again: "A perverted monster?"

My neighbor still denied it, and said the answer himself: "It's the Invisible Man."

"The Invisible Man? You mean those people who are wrapped in bandages and can't be seen after they're unwrapped?"

My neighbor said with satisfaction, "Your knowledge is truly extensive." Then he held up a white light tube in his hand, like
Doraemon introducing a gadget to Nobita, saying, "This is an Invisibility Ray Illuminator."

"An Invisibility Ray Illuminator?"

"That's right. The so-called invisibility is to turn all the colored tissues of the body into ultraviolet rays that can penetrate the sun,
avoiding the refraction of light, thus becoming transparent." My neighbor explained in a scientist's tone.

"I'm not interested in the principles, but is it really possible in reality?" I had absolutely no interest in any theories.
My neighbor didn't continue his long-winded explanation; he meowed twice, calling over his pet cat, then
put it in a cage. Curious, I asked, "Is dinner a boiled live cat? Can I have some extra chopsticks?"

My neighbor didn't answer, but placed the cage next to what he called an invisible light emitter, turned on the light tube, and a burst of white light
shone on the cat. I was baffled, but then something unbelievable happened: the yellow and white cat
slowly disappeared before my eyes.

"Whoosh! Gone! Was it decomposed? You killed it! What a waste, it's very nutritious!" I exclaimed.
Enraged by this inhumane act, my neighbor, as always, calmly explained, "It didn't disintegrate, it became invisible
."

"Invisible?" I stared in disbelief at the cat that had vanished completely before me. "
It was clearly killed, wasn't it?"

My neighbor chuckled, tapped the cage lightly, and immediately a meow could be heard. He then told me, "Mr. Chicken Soup
, try picking up the cage."

I did as he said, and the cage felt heavy. There was definitely something inside, jumping and
moving around .

"Damn, it's actually real…" I exclaimed, speechless. My neighbor beamed with pride. "Now you believe me
, Mr. Chicken Soup?"

"So, so brilliant! May I bow down to you, great scientist!" I looked at this bespectacled nerd with newfound respect
.

My neighbor explained that the invisibility ray was effective for twenty-four hours; after that, the cat
would reappear.

"Actually, the most difficult part of this research was making the bones transparent. Fortunately, I had
the help of this model with the same bone structure as Mitsui-chan, which allowed me to complete it. So, the greatest credit goes to Mitsui-chan." The neighbor hugged and kissed
the skeleton again. So, geniuses are often a bit eccentric, or even perverted.

I said admiringly, "But why don't you publish such a great invention? It's a giant leap for the scientific community.
You would become famous overnight and a multi-millionaire, wouldn't you?"

"Mr. Chicken Soup..." The neighbor looked at me with a strange look, "If I publish it, how can
I sneak into the women's bathhouse?"

Ah, I see! That's indeed something every man has to do!

At this moment, I respected him from the bottom of my heart. Because of this simple childhood belief, he fearlessly
stepped into life. This is the spirit a scientist should have!

"Mr. Chicken Soup, would you be willing to go with me to realize my childhood dream?" "

Of course! Teacher!" I sincerely shook his hand.

"No need for formalities, Mr. Chicken Soup. I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is Phoenix. Please guide me."

"Phoenix? We're not from the same hometown, we're all chickens." "

Mr. Chicken Soup, actually I am Phoenix."

"You're just a chicken!"

My neighbor suggested going to the nearby women's sauna, but I disagreed. Most of the
women there are middle-aged, and as my advisor said, anyone over thirty is basically no longer human. No need to waste
time on them.

"So, Mr. Chicken Soup, do you have any suggestions?"

"Zhu Nu's school! She told me they have swimming lessons, and not just one fourteen-year-old, but
a whole class!"

"Oh, Mr. Chicken Soup, you're truly a talent. It's my honor to know you."

"Likewise, let's set off tomorrow!"

"It's decided then, my brother."

"Well, my good brother, about the photobook..."

"The photobook, like Mitsui's, can't be opened."

I stuck out my tongue. You think it's already been opened, recycled, repackaged, and then opened again by someone else?!

The scientist's conviction was unwavering, and as a result, I ultimately couldn't fulfill my wish of opening
the seal for Mitsui's sister that night. However, thinking about tomorrow's grand feat, I didn't mind enduring one night and leaving my precious semen for the naive
little girls.

Some might ask at this point, isn't this dangerous? In fact, my neighbor was quite frank, saying that his
invention was newly successful and had only been tested on kittens, so to some extent we were conducting human experiments, and whether there would be
any side effects was unknown.

But if we backed down because of this, would we still be worthy of being called men? If no one was willing
to sacrifice, could science still progress? Therefore, for the future of humanity, my neighbor and I were determined without hesitation
.

"Jade Girl... Wen Girl... Xiao Yin... Hehe... Uncle Chicken Soup wants to see Bobo... Gu Gu..."

That night, with unwavering resolve, I even saw several girls cheering us on in my dreams. Speaking of which,
didn't Uncle Chicken Soup already play with Jade Girl? Does he still care about seeing naked people? Don't ask such discouraging questions.

The next morning, I strode confidently into my neighbor's house. My neighbor was a truly upright man,
never having done anything wrong, and never disturbed anyone even when he opened the door in the middle of the night, so his door was never locked.

"Brother Phoenix..." I went straight to his bedroom. He was still fast asleep, surrounded by hundreds of H-books and H-games
, using books as a bed and digital photos as a blanket. He was happily clutching a photobook of Mitsui, his face full of childlike
innocence, the photobook covered in drool.

"What a waste..." The scene was utterly appalling; I had never seen such a hell
on earth. I couldn't help but pick up a digital photo and throw it at him to wake him up.

"Oh, who is it... Ah, Mr. Chicken Soup, so early? Sorry, I was working on a time-stop experiment all night
..." My neighbor, startled awake from his sweet dream, wiped his saliva and said.

"Good morning..." I noticed my hands were covered in green; damn it, even the digital photos were covered in moss.

"What time do we leave?" After a round of tidying up, my neighbor asked me. I reported the results of my investigation to him:
"I downloaded the class schedule from the school's website this morning. Zhu Nu is in the second year of junior high school, and her swimming lesson is
at 2 ."

"2 pm? That's something to look forward to, Mr. Chicken Soup." My neighbor's lewd face made the lenses of his glasses shine
.

"I can't wait either! So, how are we going to get there? Are we going to get our light here and then head out?" I asked excitedly
. My neighbor shook his head. "No, if we hide here, we'll have to go to school naked. I
don't think Mr. Chicken Soup is the kind of pervert who likes to expose himself outdoors, is he?"

Calling someone who was about to peep on underage girls a pervert didn't feel good, but since I needed
his help, I didn't argue. "Okay then, we'll do it in the toilet at school
. We'll bring a travel bag for our clothes and such."

"Your plan is so meticulous, as expected of Mr. Chicken Soup." Only

when you're well-fed and warm can you think about lust. I unceremoniously ate another "Manchu Han Feast" of instant noodles at my neighbor's house, and...
A third of a can of beer—yes, because that's all we had in the fridge, and it had to be sour. I doubt scientists
are much better off financially than novelists.

After lunch, my neighbor and I set off for Zhunu School, walking to save on transportation costs. My neighbor
was right; walking around with a weight hanging from his arm wouldn't be very comfortable.

"Mrs. Roryk Memorial Middle School, is this it, Mr. Chicken Soup?" Upon arriving at Zhunu's school,
my neighbor's eyes shone with hope—the hope of a scientist for the future of humanity.

"Let's go in then!" We strode forward with firm eyes, but were immediately stopped by a
middle-aged . "It's class time now, gentlemen, where are you going?"

I didn't expect even a school to have guards. I stammered, "I'm a parent of a student at your school, here to see
the Dean of Students..."

The woman, who seemed untouched by many men, replied, "I am the Dean of Students. Which class, which
student?"

"Oh..." My neighbor and I turned pale. We stammered, "Class A... Zhang Lehong..."

"Do we have a student like that? Do you think this is Springtime Academy?" The middle-aged woman
said nonchalantly, "There are quite a few perverted men who spy on our female students during swimming lessons. You're not the first, and you won't be
the last."

My neighbor and I sighed. It turns out there are still quite a few ambitious people in the world.

As a result, we were chased away with our heads down. Before leaving, we heard the discipline master smugly say, "
What's so attractive about a little girl who hasn't even grown her pubic hair yet? Mature women are the way to go."

We both shook our heads. Mature women? Do you think we're taro?

"Mr. Chicken Soup, what do we do now?" Heaven was right in front of us,
but we couldn't find the entrance. Our usually calm neighbor was panicking. I reassured him, "Don't worry, we're already here. What's there to be afraid of not being able to get in? We'll
just find a place where no one can see us and hide."

"Oh, Mr. Chicken Soup, you're truly a genius," the neighbor exclaimed.

We ran to the back of the school, found a deserted alley, and quickly stripped naked.

"Then let's use the invisibility ray." He turned on the light tube and shone white light all over our bodies. Slowly, we became
transparent, starting from our feet.

"Wow! It really works, Phoenix, you're a genius!" Seeing the miracle happen to me, I excitedly
hugged my neighbor, who said uncomfortably, "Chicken Soup, your weight is swinging back and forth and hit me."

The light started to penetrate from the bottom up, until even my hair was completely invisible, leaving only a few clumps of
water floating in the air.

"Phoenix, why are there some water droplets?"

"These are the lenses of the eyes and the protein fibers of the ears. Because these two organs are closest to transparency, it
takes longer to become completely invisible."

"I see, but won't we be discovered?" "

We'll crawl; they shouldn't notice."

"Okay, it's almost two o'clock, we need to hurry so we can take off our clothes!"

We seized the time, stuffed our clothes and the spotlight into our travel bags, hid them in an inconspicuous place, and
sneaked into the school like Flying Tigers agents—except that the astute discipline master didn't notice.

"We did it! Run to the changing room at the pool!" Having successfully overcome the first hurdle, we excitedly
ran forward. With a man's unique intuition for young women, we immediately found the pool.

"This is it! That room! The changing room!" At this point, we didn't pay much attention to the sound of our running footsteps. Anyway,
there weren't many people in the corridor, so we wouldn't see anything. We rushed to the changing room in one breath. 1:50! We made
it!

"Great, we made it!"

I was overjoyed. Even more moved than me was my neighbor, large tears floating in the air: "After
twenty years of struggle, this day has finally come!"

"After twenty years of shooting, this day has finally come!" I also cried tears of joy.

"Zhu Nu, your swimsuit is so cute today."

"Wen Nu, yours is beautiful too."

"Xiao Yan's breasts seem to have gotten bigger again, they're developing very well."

"No, don't say that to people, you've all gotten bigger too."

Just then, a burst of cute, playful laughter came from outside. My neighbor and I knew our happy moment had arrived.

"Chicken Soup Master."

"Phoenix Brother."

"Chicken Soup Master!"

"Phoenix Brother!"

We counted one, two, three, and looked up together. Before us stood a group of innocent and carefree little girls,
all holding swimsuits, intending to change out of their school uniforms. Some were well-developed, some were petite and cute, and some, if posted online,
would definitely attract attention and get banned.

So happy, so fortunate, so…

Suddenly, my vision blurred, then gradually went black.

"W-What's wrong, Brother Phoenix? I can't see anything!"

The neighbor said matter-of-factly, "Of course, Mr. Chicken Soup. Don't you know that the eyes maintain
vision by relying on the retina to refract light, convert it into signals, and transmit them to the brain through the optic nerve
? This is common knowledge even a sixth-grader knows."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that when the lens and iris used for focusing are completely transparent and lose their refractive effect, of course we
can't see anything."

"Can't see anything? Then what are we here for? Did you know that beforehand?" "

Mr. Chicken Soup, I am a scientist, not a biologist. It's already a success that I can complete the theory.
Other things are not within my research scope, are they?" The neighbor took a deep breath. "Besides, being able to
share a room with a group of beautiful girls completely naked is a kind of happiness, isn't it?"

"Happiness my ass! I don't feel it at all... Huh... why is even the sound getting quieter?"

"That's because the ears also rely on hair cells to sense the flow of endolymph, converting mechanical stimulation into nerve signals."
Hearing is produced by
common knowledge that even sixth graders know... The neighbor's voice gradually faded.

"Isn't that being blind and deaf? Then what are we... Hey... Hey..."

But it was no use saying anything, because I had completely lost my hearing, becoming a
dead person trapped in a lonely world.

Is anyone there? Is anyone nearby? I know there are, and a whole group of beautiful girls, naked beauties
, but I can't see them, and I can't hear them.

"Don't be ridiculous! You want me to stay here like an idiot for twenty-four hours!" I was extremely bored, and angrily
stood up , but before I could take a step, I immediately bumped into that storage shelf, and it was a perfectly sized penis, so it's true that men with
big penises are easy targets.

"Ouch... It hurts so much... Is it broken..." I covered my lower body in extreme pain and helplessly sat back down on the ground. It
was basically impossible to get home safely in this situation.

It's so cold. It's almost summer, but sitting naked on the floor is quite cold, especially when all the heat in my body
has cooled down. I huddled in a corner, looking for something to cover myself with to keep warm, like a beggar.

"

……

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Although he was the man who blinded and deafened me for twenty-four hours, and then, after I recovered , got me detained for forty-eight hours for exposing myself in the girls' changing room, I respected him as an idealistic scientist. Plus, I was starving after three days without food, so I forgave him. 　　Another reason I didn't kick him out was that, despite his stupidity, he was undeniably a genius. Invisibility ray couldn't spy on young girls, but selling it would be a groundbreaking invention; I figured it would be worth at least eight or ten billion. With pockets full of money, I wouldn't have to worry about women. So I chose to tolerate his nonsense. 　　"Brother Phoenix, I'd like to see that invisible ray lamp again. Could I study it?" After eating a cup of noodles (with sesame oil), I began my wicked plan to steal his invention. I planned to punch him, shattering his glasses, slap him a couple more times, and then run away. But the scientist shrugged: "No, it's gone. I put it in my travel bag with my clothes that day, and the garbage collector picked it up." 　　Right, that day we left the clothes by the roadside because we were spying. Three days later, of course, nothing was left . A perfectly good invention was thrown away as trash. 　　Watching my wealth vanish like water, I said with a pang of heartache, "What about the design drawings?" 　　The neighbor shrugged again: "No, as a pragmatic scientist, I always act on impulse . I don't have any design drawings." 　　No design drawings? Isn't that like writing a novel without an outline? No wonder everyone says that true geniuses don't have life plans, and truly great writing doesn't have a complete ending. 　　"Could you make another one, Brother Phoenix?" I continued to probe, but the neighbor continued to shake his head: "That's impossible." 　　I had an urge to throw the leftover soup from my instant noodles (with sesame oil) at him, but then the neighbor said with a smug smile: "But isn't it rather childish for someone your age to be thinking about spying all the time?" 　　I was speechless. First of all, you were the one who suggested spying, and I was just agreeing; secondly, you invented the invisible light spotlight, so you're clearly the main culprit, and I was just passing by; and most importantly, if it had succeeded, I would have tolerated it, but it has obviously failed, okay? And that photobook of Mitsui-chan that's been licked so hard is still unopened. 　　I raised my eyebrows and asked, "Then what does Brother Phoenix think is not childish?" 　　My neighbor stood up, mimicking the movements of sex by swaying his genitals: "Of course, it has to be real to be exciting." 　　"Real?" I swallowed hard. Like the 309,489 members of Spring Full Courtyard (excluding the three who'd had sex with cats and sheepdogs), everyone wanted to know what it felt like to insert a penis into someone else's body. But the world isn't something you can just wish for. Being able to see naked bodies is already good enough. Right now, everyone's just staring at those cold, hard traditional Chinese characters, masturbating alone. 　　Real? Dreaming about it this early! 　　"Actually, it's not that difficult to get one, as long as you use the power of science?" My neighbor was being mysterious again. Hearing the words "it can really be done" already got me excited. I put aside my earlier grudge and asked, "Then what brilliant idea do you have, Brother Phoenix?" 　　My neighbor countered, "Mr. Chicken Soup, it's hot these days and there are a lot of mosquitoes. Do you have an electronic mosquito repellent ?" 　　I shook my head. Everyone says that as a writer whose free posts don't get many readers, my financial situation is already precarious . Where would I get the spare money to buy such high-tech products? I'd rather have some porridge delivered to me than mosquitoes. My neighbor shook his head and said, "Judging from Mr. Chicken Soup's background, I understand that it's normal not to be exposed to new technologies." After saying that, he slapped a mosquito on his face, clearly indicating that he hadn't bought one either, because he didn't have the money. 　　"First, we need to understand how electronic mosquito repellents work. Male mosquitoes don't bite, but pregnant female mosquitoes are most attracted to blood. Pregnant female mosquitoes, to avoid being 'slept with' by male mosquitoes again, will deliberately avoid them . Electronic mosquito repellents utilize this instinct, emitting an ultrasonic frequency that makes the female mosquitoes mistakenly believe there are many perverts nearby waiting to be fucked, thus deterring them from flying closer," my neighbor explained. 　　Completely confused, I impatiently said, "Brother Phoenix, I want to know how humans make love, not how mosquitoes mate. Let's get to the point, okay?"

The neighbor shook his head again: "Mr. Chicken Soup, you're too impatient. That's why there's a reason you're still a virgin at your age
." Then he picked something up from the scattered trash: "This is an ultrasonic frequency generator."

"An ultrasonic frequency generator?"

"Yes, it uses the principle of an electronic mosquito repellent to generate an ultrasonic frequency that only females can receive
, making their bodies mistakenly believe they've reached the age where they need to mate and must have sex immediately."

"So complicated? What's it used for?" I still didn't understand. The neighbor clapped his hands, and the tabby cat that meowed
twice ran over again, this time with a large wolfhound.

I asked curiously, "Is dinner stewed cat and dog? Can we have two more chopsticks?"

The neighbor didn't answer, just grinned lewdly and pressed the frequency generator. Nothing happened. One cat and dog watched TV
, and the other wagged their tails under the sofa, perfectly peaceful.

But half a minute later, something strange happened. The lazy tabby cat suddenly raised its head and
looked around, meowing like it was in heat. When it saw the wolfhound, it licked its lips with seductive eyes. The wolfhound sensed a murderous aura and
instinctively ran away, but it was too late. The tabby cat had already pounced on it, forcibly pinning the wolfhound to the ground, stuffing its
penis into its own genitals, and frantically thrusting.

"Meow! Meow!!"

"Bark! Bark!"

This was terrifying. Wasn't this the legendary "bestiality"? I never thought I would witness such a sight in my lifetime.
Would writing this down cause the great moderator to get into legal trouble?

The tabby cat was having a great time, fucking with loud slapping sounds, while the wolfhound, though forced, was powerless to resist under its male instincts
and could only be brutally violated. What stunned me most was that my neighbor was so excited watching that he was actually shooting guns and cheering for his beloved cat
: "Go, Little Flower! Kill Little Wolf! Little Wolf, show some manliness and fuck that bitch's rotten cunt!"

I was speechless. Witnessing this lewd scene, all I wanted to do was immediately find a real estate agent and move out of this
animal farm with its cats, dogs, and a bird.

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