[Sister Lin in My Youthful Days, Part 8] [Author: Unknown] [To be continued]

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Thinking about all that bullshit makes me annoyed. In short, Wang Xiaoshuai is a thorn in my side. He's the only person I wanted to fight but couldn't during middle school, and I could never be friends with him because his morals are so low. Not long after, that bastard raped his stepmother's daughter, and the news exploded in our circle. But he acted like nothing happened, continuing to hang out, still using his brother's connections for favors, and often flaunting his father's hotel prostitutes.

After returning from the provincial capital, it was already afternoon. I continued with classes, and by 8 pm after school, I called Sister Lin and asked her to come over. I was in a bad mood and needed some care. Sister Lin said she was still working overtime at her office, revising a plan, and asked me to come to her workplace. When I arrived at her office, it was a large office on the 11th floor. All the other employees had already left, and she was the only one working overtime in her private office. She first gave me some cake and snacks, then continued working, apparently needing materials for a meeting tomorrow. Sitting in her large office, looking out at the city, I felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. I'd been in this city for many years, but never from such a high vantage point. The city's bustling nightscape, the distant lights—I thought of Li Xiaohui; she must be in this city.

Sister Lin dressed formally at work: a white shirt, a business suit, and high heels. She was intently checking documents. I walked behind her, massaged her shoulders, and said, "Sister, are you tired? Let me give you a massage." Sister Lin said, "Sure, my shoulders are really stiff. Give me a massage." I started massaging her shoulders, kneading gently, then tapping with my index fingers. After a while, she shut down her 586 computer and said, "Oh dear, I'm really tired today." I said, "Well… how about a deep relaxation?" She said, "Sure! How about a deep relaxation?" I closed the blinds, took off her pants, put her high heels back on, and placed her on the table.

I sat in the chair, leaning down to kiss her private parts, my tongue exploring the clitoris through the dense forest. To be honest, it had a faint taste, but that was completely overwhelmed by lust. Sister Lin supported herself with her hands behind her back, tilting her head back to enjoy the wonderful feeling. I continued to explore and lick with my tongue, and gradually juice began to flow from the clitoris. Sister Lin let out a "humming" sound, and her full, white legs began to tremble spasmodically. I held them down with my hands and continued to lick. Sister Lin unbuttoned her clothes herself, unbuttoning her shirt. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and took out my penis, inserting it. The clitoris under my licking was incredibly lubricated, making each insertion smooth. I kissed Sister Lin, holding her waist with both hands, making continuous piston-like movements. I lowered my head to suckle her breasts, kissing deep into her cleavage, and continued thrusting again. With each thrust, strands of white fluid were drawn out, making "slap slap" sounds. Her lower body quickly became a pool of fluid, soaking the table. Her cries grew louder and louder in the vast night.

I made her stand on the floor, leaning against the window, and I penetrated her from behind, thrusting hard into her buttocks with each stroke, occasionally slapping her hard. She cried out, "Ahhh!" The blinds swayed, making a "snap-snap" sound with our rhythm. I thrust so hard I almost pressed her against the window; the curtains were deformed, revealing the darkness before me, blending her into the night, ravaging the darkness.

I pulled her body back, making her hold onto the table with both hands, her left knee on the computer chair, her right foot on the ground, and I penetrated her from behind. With each thrust, her body swayed, the computer chair shaking on the ground. I pulled her body back again, and after the violent onslaught, we had a powerful orgasm. We tidied our clothes and rested in the room, still feeling unsatisfied. We went back to my place together and began the second round of attack and defense.

On the weekend, I went to see Dajun. We drank some alcohol in the afternoon, and in the evening, we went to the bridge. There's an overpass between the suburbs and the city; when the weather is warm, some young people like to gather there, sometimes drinking beer and having barbecue, sometimes playing music and singing. Dajun, Dajun, and I went to the bridge and saw Xuebing playing with some strangers. Xuebing was the same age as Dajun and was considered one of the best among their peers. As we approached, we heard Xuebing boasting, "The suburbs may not be big, but here, I, Xuebing, am absolutely reliable. With me here, you can rest assured; just come to me if anything happens." Later, we learned that the strangers were friends Xuebing had made in the city. One of them had his younger brother beaten up in the suburbs, and today Xuebing had stood up for him and successfully avenged him. They were currently in high spirits. Dajun, still in high spirits after drinking, and who disliked Xuebing, said to Xiaolingtong, "Go, yell at them, tell them all to get lost." Xiaolingtong, initially puzzled, looked at us carefully, then immediately adopted a serious expression and walked over, saying, "Where the hell are you idiots? Acting all high and mighty here! Get lost, you motherfuckers!" Xuebing immediately lost face and yelled, "Xiaolingtong, you're everywhere! You want to die?" Xiaolingtong didn't say anything, waiting for Dajun to come over. Da Jun walked over without saying a word, but he could clearly see the fear in Xue Bing's eyes. Da Jun approached, still silent, then suddenly kicked Xue Bing in the groin. Xue Bing cried out and fell to the ground. A large man beside him immediately charged forward. I ducked and charged forward, and as the other man's fist was raised in the air, the sandalwood keychain in my hand pierced his abdomen, causing him to double over with a cry. Xiao Lingtong had already pulled out a short stick from behind and struck the doubled man on the head, sending him sprawling to the ground. Then, Xiao Lingtong started kicking the two men on the ground. In those brief three seconds, the two men were on the ground, completely demoralized. Da Jun's ruthlessness was evident, and Xiao Lingtong's pursuit of the fallen men seemed completely indifferent. Da Jun said, "Don't come here to brag anymore. Get lost, get far away, and don't show your face in the suburbs. Xue Bing, remember this: don't try to show off with me again. Get lost..."

After this battle, the army trusted Xiaolingtong even more. This was a remarkable transformation for Xiaolingtong, and also a testament to the excellent teamwork between him and me. Later, Xiaolingtong delivered many more outstanding performances. Ten years later, when the army began lending money, Xiaolingtong took on the task of debt collection, and these experiences became legendary tales.

[To be continued] Word count: 1740

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