[Sister Lin in my youthful days] [6] [To be continued]

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Sister Lin's clothing company has opened, co-founded with two friends. One is the major shareholder and legal representative, and the other is a powerful figure in the underworld. Sister Lin herself is an expert in the clothing industry, so she manages the company's operations as the general manager. The company office is located west of the county town, further west is the western suburbs, and to the northwest is the development zone, home to garment factories. Thanks to Sister Lin's years of industry experience, she has ensured the company's smooth operation at every step. Products have entered the commercial street and the largest wholesale market, expanding from there to the surrounding areas. This success is due not only to Sister Lin's expertise but also to the influence of her powerful figure in the underworld, as entering the wholesale market is very challenging (although I don't know much about it, this alone could be the subject of a series). Initially, the company suffered losses in the commercial street, but thankfully, the major shareholder's financial backing provided crucial support. What was just news in the spring had become a solid operational presence by early winter, and her plan was being implemented.

During this period, Sister Lin acquired a new communication device, an Ericsson phone, so I could call her. My school moved to a new building around this time, and the studies became even more demanding. Saturday mornings were no longer a break. My dad had me rent a place near the school; rent was still quite low then, and I rented a one-bedroom apartment.

Sister Lin helped me find the place and even helped me furnish it. I moved in on Saturday; it was practically move-in ready, as Sister Lin had arranged everything for me. That Saturday afternoon, I went home first to prepare some things, packed my change of clothes, and went over around 4 pm. In the northern winter, the sky at 4 pm was already gradually darkening. When I arrived, Sister Lin opened the door for me. A table of food was already laid out inside. She said, "Is it cold outside? Come in quickly, warm up a bit before eating. Let's celebrate your housewarming!" After changing my clothes, we hugged first.

We ate dinner; the food was delicious, and I had some red wine. Actually, I prefer baijiu (Chinese white liquor), but Lin wouldn't let me, saying, "Baijiu affects memory. Now is the time to study, so don't drink baijiu." She smokes, but she also told me to smoke less. After dinner, we washed the dishes together and then watched TV for a while. There's closed-circuit television in the factory's residential area, which often shows films with explicit content. "Naked Killer" was indeed good; during one scene, Chingmy Yau and Simon Yam had very passionate sex scenes. When they were sitting passionately, Lin said, "That's great!" I said, "Yeah, haha, I could do that too." Lin said, "We could do that too." I couldn't stand that kind of situation anymore.

She pulled down my pants, grabbed them with her hand, and gradually started to move her hand. I was already hard from the stimulation of the movie, and her actions made it even harder. I sat on the sofa, and she bent down to give me oral sex. After a few strokes, she stood up and stretched, then squatted in front of me and began to
swallow and spit out large amounts of fluid, occasionally licking her clitoris with her tongue, the tip circling around it – it felt amazing. She moved her hand up and down in sync with each swallow, the fluid flowing down, and I could hear the "plop plop" sounds she made with each movement. She would occasionally look up at me, and I would hold her head down, looking up at her big, seemingly innocent eyes – eyes that could speak, giving a strong psychological impact. After about ten minutes, I felt like I was about to ejaculate when she suddenly spat it out, pinching it shut with her fingers. I instantly lost the urge to ejaculate. She squatted there, smiling mischievously, then used her hand to rub it a few times before swallowing it again, speeding up the process. I quickly ejaculated, shooting into her mouth. After a few swallows, she said, "So much." Then I put it in my mouth again, my tongue gently sliding over it. She took two sips of red wine, sat down and kissed me, watching me with a smile.

In the bedroom, I took off her clothes and laid her on the bed. I let my tongue roam over her body, tasting every inch of her smooth skin. I parted her hair and kissed her ear, my breathing becoming heavier. I kissed her breasts, gently biting her nipples, constantly kneading them with my hands, enjoying their plumpness and elasticity. I gently kissed her clearly groomed triangle, parted the barrier and went straight to the disaster area, which was already overflowing with nectar. I used my tongue to peel off the two labia and inserted it directly, feeling her salty and rich flavor. With each tease of my tongue, her body twisted, welcoming the pleasure brought by each tease. I took out a condom and had her help me put it on. I picked it up and inserted it, ravaging her wildly. She cried out in pain, but I didn't stop. I picked her up and sat her on the bed, my thrusts continuing without ceasing. Holding her body, my arms propelled her back and forth, her hair whipping about. Each thrust was deep, our bodies rubbing together, the black ribbons of hair glistening with saliva clinging to each other. We moved back and forth, her breasts heaving, I licked the sweat from her cleavage, gently biting her nipples. Our heavy breaths brushed past each other's ears. We didn't need the world, we didn't need time, we only needed each other.

We didn't see each other for a week after that, only talking on the phone a few times.

On Monday, my cousin came to visit me at school and gave me a keychain—a round wooden stick, 15 centimeters long and 18 millimeters in diameter, with a hole at one end for a key ring. I asked him, "What's this?" He said, "You can use it as a keychain. It's made of sandalwood, a good thing." He pulled an identical one from his jeans pocket and said, "You can do that too." He slipped the ring onto his little finger, held the stick in his hand, and made a thrusting motion. I immediately understood: this was for stabbing someone in the ribs or abdomen. The hardness of sandalwood and its construction meant it could be quite powerful. One end of the round wooden stick was engraved with the small character "田5" (Tian 5). I thought it was the craftsman's surname, but my cousin said, "My older brother, Tian Hua, ordered this. This is the fifth one; mine is Tian 6." I said, "Da Hua's choice of characters is really peculiar. If we made a hundred, would he return 100 to Tian?" My cousin said, "No, we only made six." I chatted with my cousin for a long time. He also asked if I was happy here, if I had any trouble, etc.

I went to see Da Jun over the weekend. Last week, he beat up one of my close junior high school classmates and extorted 500 yuan from him. The reason was that one of his underlings' underlings had been beaten up, so he sought revenge. He beat him up first, then demanded money. Of the 500 yuan, Da Jun took 300, and the remaining 200 was divided among the underlings. Dajun said, "I know that kid and you two are on good terms, but don't worry about it." I said, "Brother, it's okay. We're somewhat acquainted, but it depends on who you're talking to. I'll always be on your side, don't worry." That afternoon, I ran into Xiaolingtong, the little brother of Dajun's underling. He's the kind of guy who's always gathering information; he looks like he deserves a beating, haha. That afternoon, Xiaolingtong found a target to spy on and asked for my help. Before I went, he told me, "Just scare him, don't actually hit him!"

It's winter now, and my dad is staying home all winter, requiring me to come home for winter break. So, I'm not very free during winter break; I try not to cause trouble, and I can only see Sister Lin occasionally.

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