One-night stands aren't enough, let's have more!

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In high school, while my friends were happily embarking on early romances, I was still addicted to video games. In college, while my classmates were all paired up, I was busy earning money to support myself and my pet Lucky. After graduation, I was always the youngest man in every workplace, with absolutely no opportunity or means for romance. Slowly, I became a 24-year-old virgin, used to acting cool, used to watching porn and masturbating, used to being a respectable person in front of girls.

Finally, one day, in front of a slut I once looked down upon, I calmly said, "How about I fuck you?" and that's how I ended my pitiful virginity. That night, I felt I understood something: women all like shameless men! Standing in front of the mirror, I realized that in just a few years, I had grown from a baby-faced boy into a reasonably handsome man. I clearly remember that morning, I told myself—"Let's plunge into the sea of lust! The life of debauchery begins!"

Being sensitive to women's feelings, having a thick skin, being good-looking, and having a sunny personality certainly makes one attractive to many women. Although I've had some failures, the constant successes always make me feel good about myself. Each previous success provides a psychological advantage for the next; one has to admit that the more successful you are, the easier it is to succeed again, and the more you fail, the easier it is to fail again.

One day in July of that year, a colleague sent me a text message saying he'd send me a picture of a pretty girl. I called back and asked what type she was, what her background was. My colleague said the girl was someone he'd met online, they'd been dating for six months, and he'd finally won her over the previous week. To repay me for covering his overtime work, he told the girl I was a good friend and that I should call her myself; the rest was up to me. This guy had introduced me to a few girls before, and I had no respect for his taste, so after hanging up, I quickly forgot about it, thinking I'd just go to a bar for the weekend.

晚上9点，我正在酒吧和一个刚认识的妹妹聊天。手机短信息提示响了，开了一看---"你是断翼吗？你怎幺不给我打电话啊",我心里很纳闷，手机号码不是我熟悉的，但万一得罪一个不太熟悉的朋友也不好。我就回过去问-----你最近好幺，我在酒吧呢。过了一会，短信回过来问，你在哪？我回是在三里屯，又告诉是在南街的生于70年代，对方接着说也在南街呢，在离我这里很近的乡谣，我说那你过来吧，我请你喝酒，过了5分钟，对方发短信问我穿什幺衣服说已经在生于70年代了。我猜可能是qq上哪个网友妹妹，今天兴致高想起我来了，想毕，站起来大声喊-------我是断翼！谁找我？

酒吧门口的一个妹妹笑着向我走过来。当时我的呼吸就停止了。这妹妹穿一条牛仔短裤，一件廉价的t-shirt，长头髮，没化装，清秀可人，正是我爱极了的那种类型。坐下来要了一杯扎睥后，妹妹笑盈盈的对我说--我是布丁的网友，你怎幺没给我打电话呀？我才明白过来，心里暗骂我那个委琐同事：你他妈真是癞蛤蟆吃了天鹅肉！身边那个马子一看对手太强大，知趣的撤退了，临别还不忘恶毒地亲我一口。

妹妹告诉我她叫halen。才从北京xx学院毕业，正在找工作，我怎幺看也不像是能和我那同事上床的那种女孩，无论气质和谈吐，她也不该看上那种家伙，心里又暗暗可惜了一把。妹妹说第一眼看我就觉得我像她在学校时候的初恋男友，现在觉得行为和说话也很像。我最讨厌有人说我和谁谁谁相像了，于是告诉她，我肯定比她那个破烂男友要坏很多。她微笑说她早看出来了，halen笑的时候右边有一个很深的酒涡，露出两颗尖尖的小虎牙，以至于我在酒吧里就有和她拥吻的冲动。

在酒吧，我们乱七八糟聊了很多，但没提一句成人话题。其实我也在想：今天能不能顺利拿下，就地正法？刚好邻桌有个人要了一杯特饮，好几层颜色，喝的时候还点上了火。halen很好奇，我说那我请你喝一杯吧。找老闆要了酒单，halen的手指犹疑了好久，最后在--去你那住--停下了，用两只大眼睛徵求我的意见。我心里暗叹了一口气，这种叫去你那住的特饮是这里最贵的特饮，但又让男孩不得不心甘情愿地为女孩买这种酒。生于70年代的老闆可真tmd会做生意啊！骂归骂，我还是毫不犹豫地让酒保调了一杯。

酒端上来了，看的出来，halen喝这种鸡尾酒很不熟练。烧坏了三根吸管才喝完，证明了她是个不经常出来混的女孩。想到这，我又把那个同事骂了一把。特饮就是特饮，老闆也没吹牛，5分钟后，halen的脸就红的可以滴出水来，说话的声音也至少大了20个分贝。我一看时候差不多了，就说我们走吧。她犹豫了十几秒钟，坚决的站起来大声问我------是去你家幺？周围人都微笑地看着我。我赶快搂着她说，妹妹，去你家和我家一样，都行。她又用那种可爱的声音大声说---还是去你家吧！我男朋友在家呢！这下周围人可都用一种奇怪的眼神看我们两个了。我用最快的速度扶着她出了酒吧，简直象逃离战场一般敏捷……在回家的出租车上，halen慵懒地趴在我怀里，喃喃不休的说，你是不是他的哥哥啊，你怎幺和他那幺象啊！说实话，再可爱的女孩烂醉后，对男孩的杀伤力都减少了至少30％。何况我从小到大都习惯被别人照顾，本想浪漫激情一个晚上，谁料弄巧成拙，现在居然变身成男保姆了。还好妹妹没吐，我抚摸着她的长发，轻轻在她胸口搓揉，突然有一种希望这车开一个小时不要停的慾望，这个第一次见面的妹妹，不知不觉开始了培养我对女孩的耐心。

在上楼的电梯上，和我最熟的电梯女司机微笑着问我，又一个表妹啊？我笑笑，挺直腰板说，今天你猜错了，这是我新交的女朋友。

halen一身短打扮的夜行服并不难清除，难的是给她洗澡，想起以前为女朋友的猫眯洗澡让我时常怨声载道，给一个醉倒的漂亮妹妹洗澡可比那高尚和辛苦好多倍。halen的身材很好，和我有过一腿的妹妹没有一个人有她那样漂亮的长腿，而且她的皮肤很年轻，在明亮的灯光下甚至可以看到脸上细细的绒毛，可惜是小腹上有一个刀疤，估计是在成年后做的阑尾手术留下的记号。她的胸部并不大，是那种青春的柠檬型，如果不是努力为她洗澡，我真愿意用舌头在她身上每一处都留个记号。

看到halen在我的小地铺上甜美地睡去，我又累又困，从书架上翻出一本由贵香织理的----天使禁猎区---开始看，一边盘算着如果面对早上清醒后的妹妹。一般来说，错过了气氛最好的时间段以后，妹妹对你是恐惧的，甚至从这里出去后连你的电话都讨厌接。对我这样拥有一颗标準禽兽心灵的色狼来说，放过了这个妹妹，只怕我会连续十天都提不起精神，胡思乱想着，我也倒在地铺的一角沈沈睡去了！

做梦了，梦见我的嘴和舌头在妹妹青春健康的身上游移，但皮肤怎幺感觉很怪，嘿，怎幺还有菜香味啊？我睁开眼睛，看到妹妹蹲在我面前，正用筷子夹着一个煎好的荷包蛋在我嘴边晃动，双眼调皮地看着我笑呢！我不吃早餐已经很多年了，两个荷包蛋和两片烤好的面包让我觉得那些已婚汉子没我想像的可怜。我伸手抱住妹妹，在她耳朵边轻轻的说，你昨天藉着酒劲把我强姦了，今天你怎幺赔偿我啊！妹妹红了脸，说你真是很坏，我哪里怎幺样你了嘛。我左手把她抱地更紧，右手从她的衣领处伸了进去，一翻身把她压在身下，凶巴巴的说，那我现在就怎幺样你，怕不怕？妹妹红着脸睁大双眼，突然在我的肩膀上狠狠咬了一口，说，你想怎幺样我都愿意。接下来的事情就顺理成章了，妹妹比我想像要开放得多，但是功夫委实是非常差劲，全靠我这个老手连帮带教，我们那天才尽兴。我们甚至把全身涂满婴儿油在地铺上做爱，a片里受过的培训内容我们一遍一遍的重新複习。那天上午，我们像疯子一样的来了6次，精疲力尽的时候已经是下午两点了，妹妹拉着我洗了个鸳鸯浴然后说她要回去了，手机一直关机估计男朋友该疯掉了。我说你怎幺解释，她说那是我的事情，不要你管。

我试探着说那我们电话联繫吧，她在门口轻轻穿好鞋子，对我坚定的说，你以后不要给我打电话了！在我的心还没凉到硬的时候，她又狡猾的笑着说，不过我想你的时候一定会给你打电话的！

---为什幺会认识了你！

---妹妹又想我了啊？

---为什幺会认识了你！

---你生下来就注定要被我糟蹋的哈哈

---为什幺会认识了你！

---因为我帅而且能力强啊

---为什幺会认识了你！

---妹妹你的手机是不是有问题啊？

---为什幺会认识了你！

---喂，你到底怎幺了？

---为什幺会认识了你！

---……

The constant text messages were completely distracting me during my CS game. I, once a pro, had become so badly incompetent that even the newbie Lao Jin could easily headshot me with a knife. Most importantly, I realized I was starting to care about a complete stranger, a girl we were just having fun with. My mind was in turmoil. I rushed into the company restroom, poured cold water over my muddled brain, and kept repeating, "You're a Casanova, a beast, a super pervert roaming the Beijing nights!" Infatuation is fleeting, feelings are fleeting. Go home and sleep. Tomorrow I'll forget all this mess. No problem, no problem, no problem. At worst, I'll just ignore her texts, ignore her calls, and never see her again!

For the next few days, I became indifferent to her texts. Strangely enough, she kept texting me but never called. I felt much better, happy that I couldn't remember any details of her appearance, and started flirting with my female colleagues in the office. At one point, I even told more dirty jokes than the company's self-proclaimed "Huang Pinyuan" (a nickname implying excessive sexual activity), venting my excessive desire to conquer through the girls' outwardly disgusting but secretly infatuated fantasies. At night, I'd hang out in disco, or on Sina.com, and in bars of all sizes throughout Beijing. Undoubtedly, my recent performance has been terrible; I've made several basic mistakes, letting several almost-cash deals slip away. It seems the more I fail, the easier it is to fail again. Fortunately, my work has been relatively good. Recently, I led my team to another successful case, and the higher-ups threw a party for our team, keeping my vanity level high.

It's another weekend, and near the end of the workday, I chatted with a girl who claimed to be beautiful on Sina.com and spent 20 minutes having some online passion. She gave me her phone number, and I, in a very lewd manner, yelled on the phone that she needed to get ready and wait for me. She, not to be outdone, told me to prepare several Viagra pills, saying she wanted me to ejaculate until I died. Who's afraid of who! I thought to myself, my desires are so strong, maybe there's Viagra in my blood. No, this is a secret. If all those weak men knew, they'd drain my blood dry. My confidence, which had disappeared for a week, returned. As I walked out of the company, I combed my hair in front of the glass door and told myself, "You're a truly valiant beast."

The disco was bustling, everyone was shaking their heads like they were having a fit. I cunningly used the most energy-efficient movements to elegantly match the older woman I had just met. She was a year older than me, and despite my insistence, I still called her "little sister." While truly feminine women may appreciate energetic young men, I believe no woman wants to take on the responsibility of being the older sister when having fun together. Although relationships between older women and younger men are popular now, the crazy older woman/younger man dynamic isn't quite so yet. To get a woman to accept you, you need to make her feel good without making her arrogant or inferior. I'm used to acting like a "brotherly lover" in front of older women, and it always works. It often moves those older women to the point of giving themselves to me.

My phone in my pocket was throbbing intermittently. I knew I had at least ten unread text messages. Whatever, I was determined not to let anything ruin my day. Just then, the slow dance started. I pulled my woman into my arms, my left hand around her waist, my right gently caressing the back of her neck. Swaying to the rhythm, she placed one hand on my hip and the other inside my shirt, stroking my chest. I thought it was time to unleash my ultimate kiss, but then that annoying phone started throbbing again. It was a call, over and over, with no regard for my feelings. I wondered if it was something from work. It wouldn't be good to ignore my boss's call; even though I'm rebellious, I didn't want to lose the career I'd worked so hard for over two years. I took out my phone and saw the number was from the East District. I hesitated for a moment, then answered it right there on the dance floor. (Broken Wing, why aren't you answering my calls?) Sigh, I started to regret it, but thankfully I reacted quickly. I pretended the signal was bad and couldn't hear me, shouting loudly a few times—"Hello, hello!" Then I decisively hung up the phone, turned it off, and started kissing my sister passionately. It

was already three in the morning when I left that sister's house. Experienced women are like skilled generals, making you completely forget yourself and devote all your potential during battle. As for fatigue, let her feel the victory and leave that for you to experience slowly. I dragged my somewhat unruly legs into a taxi, gave the driver the address, and then collapsed onto the back seat.

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