My real-life romantic encounter

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It was many years ago, back when getting a master's degree while working cost over 20,000 RMB. Luckily, the university was my alma mater, and the professors were the same ones who used to just coast along. They were only so-so when teaching undergraduates, but now that civil servants are easy to swindle money from, they're teaching graduate students. So every time I went to Kunming for training, it felt like going to Hawaii – just having fun.

Back then, I wasn't dating, and there were no mundane affairs to hold me back. I'd watch NBA in the morning, play Pro Evolution Soccer during the day, and drink at night – the kind of life aspiring young person would have. But

worldly concerns creep in overnight. One semester, right after registration, a classmate of mine was frantically pestering me (back then, cell phones weren't common, we used pagers, and we'd talk about history with the 90s kids), demanding I book him a single room at a hotel at all costs. I was furious.

This guy was my classmate from university, and we'd bumped into each other again for graduate school, so we were natural roommates and allies. Now he was going to go solo! But after we met, I forgave him. He'd brought a girl from his prefecture (a minority group).

My brother got married early, and he fell into depravity just as quickly, haha. The guy he brought was alright; we were having barbecue, and he introduced himself as working for the tax bureau. He seemed quite refined. But "refined" is too limiting. I stayed in a standard room next to theirs, which wasn't soundproof; all I could hear at night was cat meowing, haha.

Although I'd seen countless pornographic films and had a few sexual experiences (more on that later), the tax official's moans were too intense, like a kitten begging for food—not loud, but penetrating. The worst part was that the rhythm could be replicated within a three-kilometer radius, mimicking my brother's movements and intensity. My little brother stayed erect all night, and I managed to withstand the test without ejaculating.

But this couldn't go on forever. The next day at dinner, I had to endure their rubbing against my chest; I had to find a way out. I went through all the female classmates I knew in the provincial capital (my social circle was small then), but none of them were enough to build a truly capable relationship with me.

I was inspired by their fragmented confessions. Apparently, neither of them were experienced. The female tax official was traveling to the provincial capital to submit reports (a unique characteristic of China)

and was traveling in the same car as the guy. People in small towns all know each other, and they even have some kinship ties. They'd both admired each other's lust and flirtatiousness for a long time, but it wasn't convenient to make a move near their homes. Now, fate had other plans.

My takeaway was that you don't need a deep relationship to sleep with someone! I immediately found someone. There was a small photocopying shop across the street from me. Since we always print out answers for exams (and I have to retake exams every semester), I was a big customer. I'd chatted with the female owner a few times and even helped her download antivirus software (a act of kindness that brings good fortune).

She must have a good impression of me. I grabbed a textbook and went to her shop to have it copied, pretending to pick and choose pages, zooming in 3x and zooming out 2.5x, doing all sorts of difficult things. Plus, her machine was old, so it took her ages to finish printing, and she was sweating profusely. I pulled out my pager and smugly glanced at it, saying, "Oh, it's already 6:30! Want to grab a bite?"

She smiled and said, "Thank you, they (referring to the helpers) are all done."

I said, "Would you do me the honor? My friend has a girlfriend these past few days, and she's been showing off her skills like a monkey, so could you help me keep her in check?" She smiled wryly, "I definitely can't go." I said, "Why the 'even more'?" She chuckled and said, "What if people misunderstand?"

I pretended to be clueless, "Misunderstand what? Do you think I'm your new helper?" After much coaxing, she finally agreed to come.

I was overjoyed during the meal. She usually goes makeup-free and is very pretty, but that day, after making me wait for almost an hour, she came out with a light layer of makeup, her eyes and brows sparkling. She was wearing a water-red dress. I don't usually like red, but on her, I thought it was beautifully gaudy.

My friend and his companion were a bit taken aback, but they quickly warmed up to each other. While my friend and I drank, she whispered to him, eventually getting dragged into the game. Surprisingly, this tax official was quite the expert, proficient

in everything from finger-guessing games to chicken-and-stick games. She joined in, playing drinking games and drinking the cheapest liquor we could find, but after a dozen rounds, she was drunk too, her face flushed like a newly risen sun. Meanwhile, the other two were already embracing and kissing, and she watched with a sweet smile. I boldly touched her ivory arm, receiving a light tap with my chopsticks, but her summery fragrance mixed with perfume comforted me.

After dinner, it was dark. As I walked her to the shop, I grabbed her elbow. She tilted her head: "What?" I said: "Don't go in, don't let the young lady (the worker) see." She

said: "See what?" I said: "See the boss and his wife drunk." She slapped me and said: "You bad boy!" I took her hand, trying to pull her to the hotel. She smiled faintly, swaying back and forth, unmoving. I could see the struggle within her, and suddenly I realized I was actually falling for her. It was love, no doubt.

Although I wasn't very knowledgeable about women at the time, I could tell she was a young married woman; although it was the age of youthful arrogance, where I considered myself and love very noble; although my job in the public sector had made me download a malicious program that discriminated against social status and redistributed true feelings, at that moment, I truly fell in love with this young woman from the roadside shop.

She seemed to have noticed something from my rapid breathing and frantic expression. She stared at me for half a minute, then smiled bitterly and said, "You go back first, I'll come up later." I blurted out stupidly, "I live in 307, don't go to the wrong room." She chuckled, broke free from me, and practically ran back.

Whatever torment Zhang Sheng endured while waiting for Yingying in "The West Chamber," I endured. Millions of years later, just as I was preparing to go to Mars to end my remaining days, the doorbell rang.

As soon as I closed the door, I used the scent to press her red shadow against the wall. Before she could even gasp, my tongue silenced her. Her dress suddenly became loose and baggy, slowly slipping down to reveal her slender, porcelain-white shoulders, which suddenly became full and rounded as my lips kissed them.

Her small, stunning breasts were revealed, which suddenly became soft and large as my lips sucked on them.

Her delicate, fragrant, and layered private parts were revealed, which suddenly became loose and wide as my lips and tongue enveloped them.

When I entered her, she was burning hot with alcohol and lust. Sticky fluid was drawn out, flowing down her thighs and mine.

We wandered around the room, in front of the walls, the mirror, the chair, the window, the bedside... When I finally laid her down on the bed, the meowing of the cat next door came from next door. Only then did I realize that she hadn't made a sound.

I thrust into her heavily, following the sound of the cat's meow. She frowned, slowly raising her lower body, still silent. I gently parted her moist red lips with my fingers, and she smiled sweetly, her eyes opening wide like tiny stars in the darkness, like summer night stars.

Later, I visited her every time I went to Kunming. Sometimes she would come to see me, sometimes her husband would come back and we couldn't see each other. She and her husband were workers at the same pharmaceutical factory, laid off together. Her husband went to work odd jobs in other places, earning little and working hard.

Her photocopying shop had long since closed down, and she had tried several small businesses. Now she runs a tailor shop, cutting and making clothes for middle-aged and elderly women herself, and her business is doing quite well thanks to her skill. But now she is nearly forty and has been diagnosed with Meniere's disease, aging rapidly.

She never talks to me about financial matters. The last time I saw her, she had back pain, so I risked being discovered by my wife and splurged on a four-day stay at a hot spring hotel. Soaking in the hot spring, I held her tightly from behind. Her 40-kilogram weight seemed almost ethereal in the water, like a docile child. The ecstasy and allure of sex were slowly being stripped away from this once most enchanting body. A tear unknowingly stained her smooth back; she probably didn't notice in the steam. Her sagging breasts gently pressed against my arm, and a string of cool tears dripped onto my wrist and arm—I could see them in the hot water.

[The End]

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