Cousins sharing a husband

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I.

Ten years ago, I was 23, fresh out of a dubious vocational college. Driven by a dream of adventure, I left my hometown to work at a long-established state-owned fertilizer factory in Shanxi, over 2,000 miles away. I was tired of everything in my hometown and just wanted to experience a new world. Although

the factory didn't provide food or lodging, the short probationary period and frequent overtime meant I could earn 25,000 yuan a year, which seemed pretty good to me. Considering my low education and modest family background, I was already grateful for the job.

Since it didn't include food or lodging, I immediately started looking for affordable housing.

Fortunately, the area was a factory district with many migrant workers, a diverse mix, but also many private houses available for rent. The rental agent and I had a pleasant conversation, and he offered me a perk, so I ended up living in a dormitory full of single young female factory workers.

This dormitory was only three kilometers from my workplace, a little over half an hour's walk. The room was very cheap, only 50 yuan a month. The only problem was that there was no hot water for showers, and the water and electricity bills were separate.

Not long after I settled in, one evening, three or four girls, blushing, knocked on my door. They giggled when they saw me come out. They asked if I wanted to share meals, saying it would save money and we could eat more.

Of course, I agreed.

Actually, I'm not picky about food, clothing, or shelter; I only eat two plain steamed buns every night, which isn't considered miserable by me, but I was lonely. Being new to the area, unfamiliar with the place, suffering from the change in environment, and not understanding the dialect, I always felt empty at night. Sharing meals might allow me to chat with the girls, which would be nice.

This apartment had seven or eight rooms rented out, and all the girls, except for me, were in their teens and twenties. And they were all quite good-looking; even the least attractive was at least a 60 out of 100. Looking back, I was incredibly lucky.

Since it was sharing meals, it was a matter of who contributed money and who contributed effort. We chatted and calculated for a while: an average of thirty-eight meals a month, since there were three meals on Saturdays and Sundays. Twenty yuan a day was enough to eat very well. Of the 760 yuan, I contributed 200 yuan, plus the cost of changing the gas cylinder. It felt like I was losing out, but it didn't matter; money is meant to be spent. I

was so happy, really happy. A few girls and I sat around a small table, eating and chatting about the prices of the food; we were like family. This simple life made me feel incredibly fulfilled, but the restlessness in my body at night was constantly stimulating me.

Finally, one day, I knocked on a girl's door and asked if we could be friends.

This girl's surname was Long; I can't tell her full name, so let's just call her Long Mei. She was 150 cm tall, had small tiger teeth, and fair skin. She had a B-cup, a perky bottom, and a cute face—the kind of small but perfectly formed woman.

Seeing my breathing getting heavier, she pulled me into the room and placed my hand on her chest. She told me that she had left her hometown to work here, had broken up with her boyfriend almost a year ago, and missed men terribly.

We started having sex without even dating. We quickly showered and got right to it.

I squeezed her buttocks and rubbed them back and forth, and Longmei wasn't to be outdone, stroking my penis with her small hands. We caressed each other and quickly got into the mood; I got hard, and she got wet.

We started with the missionary position, and she orgasmed almost as soon as I entered, even shedding tears. She said she missed penises so much. I asked her if mine was bigger or her ex-boyfriend's. She was honest, giving me an answer that didn't quite satisfy me. I brought her to orgasm three times in this position, and then she said it was her turn.

Okay, I liked that; a diligent girl is a good girl.

Longmei tried the lotus position; she was fine moving on her own, but if I moved too, she would roll her eyes in pain after a few strokes. It turned out she had a pre-existing uterus and a sensitive cervix, so it hurt terribly whenever my penis hit her. I really couldn't understand how her ex-boyfriend with the huge penis could hold back.

So, our sex positions were reduced to the most traditional missionary position. But it felt good too. Her small stature and youthful appearance made me feel like I was having sex with a little girl, which was very exciting.

The next night at dinner, Longmei grabbed my arm and announced to the other girls, "This handsome guy is mine, you can't take him away~~~"

At that time, I was very young, 181 cm tall, strong, with four-pack abs, weighing 78 kg, and my face looked a bit like a young Ti Lung. Moreover, my skin was very fair and delicate, and many girls' carefully cared-for skin was much worse than mine. This appearance caused me a lot of trouble since I was a child. In kindergarten, my mother often made me wear skirts for photos to amuse me; in elementary school, my classmates often laughed at me for looking like a transvestite; in middle school, they stopped laughing because if they did, I would beat them until their mouths were crooked; in college... I won't mention it. It

's strange. I never thought of myself as handsome before, but suddenly I understood many things that I couldn't understand before. Why many boys or girls inexplicably hated me; why women were so easy to get; why mature women were willing to have sex with me... It turned out it was just because of this appearance.

I wasn't happy at all; I'm not a vibrator!

Secondly, I wanted to sleep with her.

Physical attraction is too easily obtained, and feelings are often easily discarded.

I quickly grew tired of Longmei. On one hand, her pre-existing uterus made me lose interest; on the other hand, she often flaunted our relationship in front of her friends and coworkers, stuffing my wallet with photos of us, which made me very uncomfortable.

My view of women was simply for casual sex, nothing more. This was probably a habit I developed in school. Besides, there were many pretty girls around, and I didn't want to be tied down by Longmei like a dog marking its territory.

Then I met her cousin, who lived in a private house within fifty meters of my rented place.

The first time I saw her, she was lying in bed sick, and Longmei asked me to bring her medicine. I was immediately struck by her beauty. Longmei's cousin's surname was Zhang, and her name sounded like Tingting. Her bust was much larger than her cousin's, a C-cup, and very firm. She was two years older than me, 25, but her skin was incredibly fair, even fairer than mine. Fair skin hides a multitude of flaws; even the faint freckles on her cheeks had a certain charm. Most importantly, she was 162cm tall, so her vagina probably wasn't as short as her cousin's.

That night, after having sex with Longmei, I bluntly told her, "I want to sleep with your cousin. Either you agree to stay, or you refuse and I'll leave."

Looking back now, that behavior was incredibly awful. Sigh, I was so reckless and didn't take her seriously enough, thinking I could get away with it by coercion. Now I desperately want to travel back in time and tell my past self how foolish I was, but that's impossible now.

Longmei cried, and I realized her resolve was stronger than I'd imagined. She told me, "I misjudged you. Since you've already thought this way, there's no point in continuing. Let's break up. Go after my cousin."

I regretted it.

Although Longmei made me uncomfortable in bed, at least she liked me. Because she liked me, I suddenly realized that I actually liked her too. It sounds convoluted, but that's the reality.

No matter how much I tried to persuade her, Longmei packed her bags and moved to another private room that night, leaving me feeling terrible. But then the image of her cousin, Zhang Tingting, kept flashing before my eyes, and my physical desires once again overwhelmed my emotions.

I admit, being easily swayed by others has always been a common problem of mine, only slightly lessened a few years later.

Longmei's cousin, Zhang Tingting, quickly found out that I had dumped her cousin. She kept texting me, telling me how kind and innocent her cousin was, and asking why I had abandoned her. "

Because I wanted to sleep with you," she quickly and subtly conveyed.

Zhang Tingting then started avoiding me.

She ignored me during meals and avoided me after we met. When she did talk to me, it was always about her poor cousin, leaving me feeling like a tiger trying to eat a turtle, completely at a loss.

But fate was kind to me; soon Zhang Tingting fell ill.

A rented room for fifty yuan a month couldn't be much better, and it was already autumn, yet she dared to take cold showers—that was ruthless.

Female friendships are very fragile. Perhaps because Zhang Tingting was pretty, she had no one to take care of her in bed. I wanted to take care of her, but she was always wary of me, so she called her cousin—Sister Liu—to look after her.

Sister Liu had been a prominent figure in the entertainment industry in her youth, and at her peak, she was a supervisor at a bathhouse. Although she was eleven years older than me, she had a lot of charisma—the kind of charisma that makes you want to believe her even when you know she's lying.

III. Let me teach you something.

I've always liked female con artists, knowing full well that they're just playing with you, yet you still fall for them. Sometimes, looking back, I think it might be because they ignored my appearance; in a way, that's part of their charm.

Humans are just like that—rich young men fall for women who don't care about money, and handsome guys fall for girls who don't care about looks. But on the other hand, maybe women don't care about money simply because they're lustful, and girls don't care about looks simply because they're greedy.

The moment I saw Sister Liu, I cut all the time and budget I had for pursuing Zhang Tingting, and started following Sister Liu around like a little follower.

Frankly, Sister Liu is thirty-four, and her figure has already started to show signs of a mature woman's weight gain, with flesh beginning to accumulate around her waist. But she's alluring and seductive; often, just a glance or a gesture is enough to make me stare blankly—or rather, pretend to stare blankly. I know she must be very happy to tease me like this; there's no behavior that arouses a woman's pleasure more than teasing a younger man.

I deliberately lowered my IQ so I could savor Sister Liu's charms as soon as possible. She was like a ripe cherry; I had already plucked her from the vine, just waiting to take a bite.

The opportunity came quickly. Zhang Tingting's illness was cured; it was just a cold after all. Sister Liu said she was leaving the next day. That evening, I bought a poached chicken, a few bottles of beer, and a pack of Yunyan cigarettes to see her off.

Sister Liu ate with relish, and her gaze towards me became increasingly alluring. Finally, she whispered in my ear, "Handsome young man, have you ever tasted a woman's flavor?"

The smoke rings Sister Liu exhaled covered my face, and I held my breath, my face flushing. Then, pretending to boast,

I said, "Of course I have, I have a lot of experience." Sister Liu grinned mischievously and rubbed her chest against me, asking, "How many holes does a woman have down there?"

I said, "One, of course! No, two!"

This made her giggle, and then she told me, "I'll teach you tonight, don't close the door."

I waited in bed until after 11 pm, finally seeing a figure sneak in. She covered my mouth and whispered, "Don't shout, or people will find out, and that won't be good."

Don't worry, it definitely won't be me shouting.

Sister Liu was good at being lazy; she simply lay flat on the bed, legs together, and gestured for me to press down on her. Then she grabbed my erect penis and inserted it into her vagina. Sister Liu's vulva was quite far forward. After I brought her to orgasm, she crossed her legs and squeezed them inward forcefully. Her pussy became incredibly tight; I knew this must be her signature move, the secret to her success in the pleasure quarters. I reckon most men would ejaculate in ten minutes with this technique, but she'd chosen the wrong target.

I was determined to completely ravage her; she was leaving tomorrow anyway, so I had to have my fill.

We went at it for eight hours straight.

Sister Liu's gaze shifted from shock to tenderness to pleading. I'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had—probably over thirty. Her signature "leg-entwining" technique—every time she let go, I'd re-entwine her. My penis was swollen and red, my back ached, my legs were numb, and my sweat soaked the sheets, but I didn't care. The thrill of conquest outweighed the physical exhaustion.

We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, in the early morning. The sheets were damp, so we pulled them off and slept directly on the mattress. We embraced, Sister Liu's makeup smudged with sweat. She called me "Little Glutton," and I called her "Bad Sister."

I had completely fallen for Sister Liu.

There are generally two reasons why a man might fall in love with a woman: 1. He desires her body but hasn't yet possessed her; 2. His lust and desire to conquer are completely satisfied by the woman.

I clearly belong to the second type. As a man who ejaculates late, very few women can satisfy me. Before meeting Sister Liu, I only encountered one, the vixen "Big Bitch" from university. Unfortunately, she was terrified of me and ran away.

Although Sister Liu was pleading with me to let her go in bed, her vagina was still contracting and squeezing in waves. Little liar, but I liked it.

Sister Liu told me that once her hemorrhoids were cured, she would even give me her asshole, letting me play with every hole in her body. I was very moved, and my liking for her turned into love, even though I felt she was just lying to me. But I just liked hearing it. Sigh, how pathetic...

But, things took an unexpected turn.

A few minutes later, Sister Liu's phone rang. Her cousin, Zhang Tingting, had been in a car accident. She was stunned, and so was I. This damn fate is deliberately playing tricks on us.

IV. You're actually pretty good to me.

Zhang Tingting is having a really tough time. She's just recovered from an illness and excitedly went to visit her friends.

One of her friends borrowed a Santana from another, and together with yet another friend, the three girls drove to Taiyuan.

The female driver's driving skills were... well, anyway, they ended up rear-ending each other. The girls in the driver's and passenger's seats were fine because they were wearing seatbelts, but Zhang Tingting wasn't. Her two front teeth hit the front seat and fell out. She also got a scar on her forehead. She was disfigured, but no one would compensate her. The driver wasn't the owner, and the owner wasn't driving. She was in a terrible situation.

As soon as money was mentioned, all her friends ran away, but she gained a bunch of new friends.

Laughing at someone's misfortune is a long-standing tradition in China. Many female workers came to see the big black hole in her mouth. Although they tried to hide it, an uncontrollable "you've finally met your match" was evident in their words.

Sister Liu went back home. Her leave was over, and she'd spent almost all her money; she had to go back to earn more. Before leaving, she asked me to take care of her cousin, Zhang Tingting, telling me it was okay if things escalated to bed, since she'd already figured out I was a man who couldn't stand being alone.

I earnestly told her that no matter how much my manhood behaved, I would never let her cousin suffer.

I had no money, but I could work overtime.

I worked almost every day for a month without a break, volunteering for both the afternoon and night shifts. My colleagues were very considerate and didn't try to take my place. But the price of the two porcelain veneers still made me hesitate—several thousand yuan! I only had less than three hundred yuan left.

Although the veneers were done, the scar on her forehead wouldn't fade, and Zhang Tingting became much more depressed. She often didn't even eat dinner at night, just hiding in her room sleeping and spacing out. I always brought her some simple food. There was no other way; I had no money.

One day, Zhang Tingting suddenly smiled and said to me, "Brother Ming, you're actually quite nice to me too."

Calling me "Brother Ming" would be more appropriate, since she's two years older than me. I knew she was upset, so I told her I'd take her out for a walk today, and she'd feel better afterward.

After we finished slurping tofu pudding together, I took her to the largest hospital nearby. It was Sunday, and the hospital was packed. You wouldn't believe how many people are sick or injured unless you go to a hospital. There were children, young people, middle-aged people, the elderly, and disabled people. Their faces were hurried; they were all rushing to register, see a doctor, get medicine, and be hospitalized. No one wanted to waste a second; they were racing against time, trying their best to get out of the hospital as quickly as possible.

I then took Zhang Tingting to a nearby Zen temple. There were many women with late-stage cancer, wearing black coats and desperately praying to the illusory Buddha for a better life. They had already given up hope of survival.

I hugged Zhang Tingting from behind and asked her, "How about we make love tonight? It'll make you happy."

She said yes.

That night, after several brief encounters, we confirmed our fighting stance. Although Zhang Tingting initially chose the paparazzi position out of shame, not wanting me to see the scar on her forehead, she also had a pre-existing uterus, and when I was aroused, it still caused her a lot of pain.

We made love joyfully in a side-lying position. Her skin was really white, and mine was just as white. Our arms and legs were intertwined, perfectly harmonious.

I discovered her favorite position: the lotus position. She could reach orgasm quickly in this position. This showed that Zhang Tingting was a girl who loved to be in control; our relationship probably wouldn't last. But I didn't care about the future; with such beauty before me, enjoying myself was the only right thing to do.

We intertwined, slowly wriggling like worms. I rubbed her snowy buttocks with my hands, occasionally tracing figure-eight shapes on her cheeks with my fingers, eliciting tremors from her.

She said, "Why do you have sex with my cousin? She's so much older than you."

V. Parents' Support

As for Zhang Tingting's question, I didn't answer truthfully.

Should I say that I just wanted to experience as many women as possible? Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I wasn't very picky about women when I was younger; as long as there was a hole

, I was fine with it... As I've mentioned before, I'm a late ejaculator, meaning I often need to be very willing to ejaculate, and the woman's arousal skills need to be maxed out, plus her vagina needs to be tight for me to feel pleasure. That's why I enjoyed constantly hunting for girls, much like a customer picking out a watermelon at a fruit shop, tapping the rind repeatedly with their fingers to find the best one.

Having sex with girls is often free. But maintaining a relationship is different. Shopping, buying things, meals, and emergency

contraception all cost money. I was basically working overtime non-stop, and my colleagues started to have more complaints about me. I was also a bit annoyed; why do some girls always relentlessly squeeze a man's wallet? But I didn't want to break up casually again and then suddenly realize, "Oh, actually, I quite liked Zhang Tingting, not just for sex."

So, I just endured it. This situation unexpectedly improved.

One day after work, I found my mom sitting on my dorm bed, smiling and waiting for me.

I was completely bewildered. "Mom! How did you find this place?"

My mom looked around my room, first complaining that it was too dark, then that there was no hot water and the heating wasn't very good, and what I would do in winter. Then she asked me how I was eating, if I had any belongings, if I was busy at work, if I was going to come home at the end of the year, and that my dad missed me a lot…

My mom was very talkative, chatting with me for a long time. I finally patiently told her to find a hotel to rest and catch a flight home the next day. Before she left, she gave me a bank card, saying it was from my dad, and that there's no grudge between father and son. Then she left.

Shortly after my mom left, Zhang Tingting rushed downstairs. She must have arrived earlier but was too shy to come in. She asked me, "Was that your mom? She must have been a great beauty when she was young."

I said, "Yes."

The next day after work, I glanced at the money in the card; the PIN was still my birthday. I checked my balance, and my eyebrows twitched. Fifty thousand? Had Dad gone mad? I remembered him being very stingy.

Thinking about Mom's words, she wasn't wrong. This dorm room was pretty bad. Since I had fifty thousand as a starting point, I figured I should find a fully furnished, spacious rental. A room over

ninety square meters, with appliances and hot water, was asking for 700 yuan a month. Luckily, I brought Zhang Tingting to negotiate the price. Although she didn't manage to get a better deal, at least she didn't make me prepay six months' rent, which was good enough. We didn't have much stuff, so we moved in. That night, while I was washing vegetables, she hugged me from behind and said I was so good to her.

I sighed inwardly; it's good to be rich. Happiness can be so easily achieved.

There was hot water for showers, a TV, and even a Simmons mattress to sleep on. Zhang Tingting often brought her friends over to show off. Actually, this level of living would barely qualify as "loser" in the South, but in the eyes of us working-class folks, it was paradise.

Not long after, Zhang Tingting asked me if she could bring Longmei to live with us.

I froze. Although Zhang Tingting and I lived together, we slept in separate rooms, though we often had sex at night. On one hand, we both wanted to maintain our independence; on the other hand, sometimes we had to work overtime and didn't want to disturb each other. But what about our sex life if Longmei moved in? That was so awkward.

I wasn't so monstrous as to have sex with my ex-girlfriend in her ear. But I still agreed, after all, I felt guilty towards Longmei.

That night, Longmei arrived with her luggage. She no longer hated me, and of course, she no longer liked me either; she just saw me as her cousin's boyfriend. I felt a pang of jealousy. I felt so pathetic.

Longmei's reason for moving in was chilling: right next to her dormitory, a male teacher was robbed and had his throat slit on his way home from work. It turned out to be a murder case. No wonder the police had been questioning us out-of-towners with temporary residence permits a few days ago.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting slept in the guest room, and I slept in the master bedroom. When we were having sex, Zhang Tingting was completely restrained and didn't dare to make a sound, which annoyed me a lot, but I couldn't say anything. Frustrating.

Time flew by and winter came quickly.

That night, around 2 a.m., I heard a faint sound of a key turning in the lock outside the door. I immediately grabbed the crowbar from under the bed, slowly moved to the door, and then kicked it open. I kicked it a few times. Luckily, it was a lone thief without any help. I scared him half to death by striking first

. Seeing that he was still young, I didn't call the police. I gave him 300 yuan to see a doctor and let him go. Longmei and Zhang Tingting were also terrified and actually slept with me that night. What a twist of fate! My life took another unexpected turn.

I'm a bit superstitious, probably because of the twists and turns in my life. Many people don't believe in ghosts and gods, but that's purely because they haven't encountered enough bad things.

VI. Longmei re-enters my life.

The girls are clever; Zhang Tingting sleeps in the middle, and Longmei and I sleep on either side. Although sex is out of the question, I'm overflowing with happiness.

Listening to the deep breathing of the two girls I've had sex with one after the other in my ear feels amazing. I think I'm not inherently a lecherous succubus; I'm just lonely and want someone to keep me company. It's all the country's one-child policy's fault, I internally try to shirk responsibility.

I can't sleep at all, my mind concocting various tactics, like first having sex with Zhang Tingting to stimulate Longmei, then taking advantage of her arousal to pull her over for a threesome, or... or... maybe I could do this... But I know very well that Longmei is a girl who loves and hates fiercely and acts decisively. If I dare to do that, it will definitely backfire.

A few days later, the police came to warn us about theft prevention. They said not to keep large amounts of cash or valuables at home, as a group of burglars had recently started frequenting the area, picking locks and breaking doors like it was nothing. They told us to be on our own, as the chances of the police recovering our stolen goods were practically zero. "

Officer, you're joking," I said. "Where would we get large amounts of cash or valuables?"

But the security situation was definitely deteriorating. There had been several burglaries in the area; some people only lost a few preserved ducks, while others lost all their hard-earned savings. Maybe it was a thief, or maybe it was one of my coworkers. With the year-end approaching, no one could say for sure.

One night, Longmei gently shook me awake. We usually slept separately when Zhang Tingting worked overtime. Longmei whispered in my ear that it sounded like someone was trying to break into the door. I listened; it was the sound of wind and sand. I told her not to worry, that even if it was a thief, I could handle it. Longmei asked me how her cousin smelled.

I understood.

She still had feelings for me, or perhaps it was my skill in bed.

I quickly ripped off her panties; Longmei's pussy was hot and wet. I thrust in directly, pausing slightly after halfway in due to insufficient lubrication, before plunging all the way in.

Because Longmei was short, she, like her cousin Zhang Tingting, bounced on top of me in a lotus position. I supported her buttocks with my hands, matching her rhythm to save her energy. In less than a few minutes, her thighs were sweating, and she suddenly stopped moving. I felt Longmei's vagina contract rapidly a few times; she had an orgasm.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting's orgasms were very similar; they both looked like they were about to cry when they came, and afterwards they would laugh and hug my neck, urging me to continue.

We tried different positions, woman on top, man on top, and woman on bottom. During Longmei's sixth orgasm, she pinched my arm hard with her nails, letting out a moan that sounded like crying. I thrust in and out with all my might, subtly brushing against her cervix, causing her pussy to tremble. Having made love so often, we were all intimately familiar with each other's taboos and sensitivities.

An hour later, Longmei lay limply in my arms, my right hand slowly kneading her buttocks, feeling incredibly pleasurable. "You still can't live without me, can you?" I admit I was somewhat arrogant and narcissistic when I was younger.

She talked to me a lot, most of which were questions I couldn't answer. Why did I hurt her? Why did I pursue her cousin? Why didn't I even spare her distant cousin? Did I experience pleasure when we made love? Why couldn't I ejaculate? Did I experience pleasure when I made love with her cousin? Did I know how much pain she was in? Did I know how much courage it took for her to come back? Did I know how hot her face was tonight? Did I know what others would say about her? How would I face Zhang Tingting later?

For the first time, I realized how complex a girl's thoughts were. No wonder the ancients didn't allow women to participate in politics; otherwise, drafting imperial edicts alone could have exhausted a whole bunch of eunuchs.

Just as Longmei was struggling with her decision, a commotion arose outside the window; the female factory workers were leaving their afternoon shift. Longmei screamed and ran back to her room, then realized she hadn't taken her underwear, so she rushed back to look for it, warning me one last time, "Don't tell my cousin!"

I sniffed the room; the smells of vagina and penis were very strong.

After Zhang Tingting returned, she dragged Longmei and me out for a late-night snack. Longmei pretended to be sleepy, and Zhang Tingting said, "Let's go together, you can't sleep anyway."

The three of us headed to Jin Sanxia Hot Pot. Zhang Tingting ordered a lot of meat, saying it was to help me replenish my energy.

I knew I had won.

VII. Did I really win?

After Zhang Tingting tacitly approved of my relationship with Longmei, I experienced the happiest time of my life.

We went to work together, ate breakfast together, rode our bicycles through the bustling streets together, and racked our brains together for living expenses. My dominance in sex made me like a skilled chef, able to completely satisfy two tables of hungry diners. Although they never actually went through the threesome, it was still a case of two women taking turns serving one man. Not long after, Sister Liu came to see us. She wanted to go to Shanghai, hoping to seize one last chance while she still had a few years of beauty, but she was short of money. Then, quickly, all three of them disappeared from my life. I can't remember exactly what happened; only fragmented memories remain. I don't hate Sister Liu. She used methods I couldn't understand to persuade Long Mei and Zhang Tingting to come with me twice—just twice. And then… money, money, money, money, money. I knew Sister Liu's reasons for asking for money were all lies. I withdrew 15,000 yuan from the bank card my dad had given me for emergencies and gave it to Sister Liu. She said she'd pay me back later, but I said, "Let's talk about this in the next life."

She smiled and didn't argue.

Two years later, Sister Liu called me, saying she was retiring, going back to her hometown to open a foot massage parlor and be a boss lady or something. She had worked as a madam in a Shanghai bar for over a year, but unfortunately, she gambled away all her hard-earned money gambling. Could I lend her some more?

I said, "Would 100,000 be enough?" I'm no longer the wage earner I used to be.

Sister Liu was silent for a moment, then said, "How about 15,000? I'll pay it back later. By the way, today is my birthday."

I said, "Happy birthday. By the way, I've always liked you, and I still do. You're actually a good woman."

Then we hung up and never contacted each other again.

Zhang Tingting was going to Shanghai with Sister Liu at that time. She said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to sell myself. I just heard that you can earn three or four times more money doing foot massages in Shanghai than working in an electronics factory."

I didn't say anything.

Every penny a man earns is hard-earned, how could he easily spend it lavishly on you? You're older than me, you should understand, and you know I understand, why say such polite things.

I followed them for three hours, then transferred to Taiyuan to see them off at the airport. Zhang Tingting smiled and said to me, "Don't hurt the girls who like you and love you anymore, or you'll regret it."

I told her I regretted being so greedy. She shook her head and talked to me a lot. She taught me an amazing new term: empathy. It was a trendy phrase she heard her supervisor at the electronics factory use all the time.

Here's what Zhang Tingting said to me:

"Brother Jiaming, if you were me, and I were you, your boyfriend was handsome and charming, but he could never find satisfaction in himself. So you gave in and shared him with your cousin, but he still wouldn't stop. He wanted to bring home women who had been prostitutes. You gave in again, but he thought of even more despicable ways to play. Without a shred of understanding, without a shred of compromise, he took your painful concessions for granted, treating you like a woman worse than a prostitute. Would you still like him? Would you still have any motivation to continue with him?"

Although Zhang Tingting wasn't highly educated, I've kept her words in my heart for years. Although I occasionally make mistakes, it's always her words that make me reflect.

Longmei didn't go with me. She said she'd earned enough money and was going back to get married, looking very happy. I knew that person definitely wasn't me. She

didn't say goodbye when she left.

When we reconnected, almost ten years had passed. She told me that when Zhang Tingting met me, she already had a five-year-old daughter, and Sister Liu had a teenage son. They were actually married long ago; otherwise, their families wouldn't have felt comfortable letting them work away from home.

But this didn't lessen my guilt at all.

I'm not one to learn from my mistakes, but after making several more, I finally accepted Zhang Tingting's words:

Don't insult girls who like you. Once you're naked in bed, everyone is equal. Be forgiving; not pushing too hard is leaving yourself an escape route.

I still went on the hunt, but I was no longer as ruthless as before. In the end, the only reward in life is memories. Isn't that right?

Sometimes when I'm having sex with girls, I think back to Longmei, Zhang Tingting, and Sister Liu—not to the scenes of a foursome with them, but to my first time having sex with them. Although so many years have passed and their faces are now blurred in my memory, the feelings remain.

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