Niu Da Chou's Romantic Adventures (1-3)

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Niu Da Chou's Romantic Adventures (Full
Character Introduction:

Niu Da Chou: His fate changed by winning the lottery.

Lin Xiaoya: Da Chou's neighbor, a beautiful college girl, and his first woman.

Tie Chunhan: Known as "Iron Fairy," Da Chou's dream girl with many men.

Li Qianhui: The daughter-in-law of a high-ranking official, a famous beauty, and Da Chou's intimate lover.

Yang Xiaojun: Da Chou's colleague at the clothing market, known as "The Strong Rose."

Tang Xiaocong: A female college student.) The Ugly Tenant: She has an oval face, a slightly dark complexion, and pretty eyes and eyebrows.

Jin Yujiao: A leader's mistress, having an affair with the Ugly Tenant.

Yang Shuihua: Chunhan's cousin-in-law, a mature woman.

Xiaoju: The Ugly Tenant's ex-girlfriend.

Ye Rulian: The Ugly Tenant's "school beauty" from her student days, now working at the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

Class Beauty: Works at a bank, a married woman.

Guan Jinxiu: A kidnapped woman from Hebei.

Li Tiecheng: A wealthy man from the provincial capital, whom the Ugly Tenant saved.

Li Jiaju: Li Tiecheng's son.

Zhao Baogui: Xiao Cong's fellow townsman, a college student.

(I) Winning
Author: aqqwso

Niu Da Chou, a resident of a small town outside the Great Wall, is an orphan who makes a living by driving a donkey.
He lives in two brick houses. Every night after finishing his rickshaw ride, he buys some side dishes to go home with his drinks. Da Gang, who lives in the backyard, is his drinking buddy. When they drink, Da Chou often bursts into tears, pouring out his troubles to his drinking buddy.
Da Chou's real name is Da You. When he was a child, he got into a fight and someone scratched his face with a piece of porcelain. Afterward, a long scar remained on his left cheek, so people called him Da Chou (Big Ugly). To be fair, if he didn't have the scar, he would at least be considered average.
Because of his ugliness, girls in elementary school didn't want to sit at the same table as him; in junior high, he wrote a love letter to the class beauty, who tore it up in front of him, snorted, and walked away with her chest puffed out and her hips swaying; in high school, he mustered up his courage and confessed his love to the school beauty, who looked him up and down and calmly said, "Maybe in your next life."
On the eve of the college entrance examination, he studied from dawn till dusk, determined to prove himself. His studies were... He was top-notch, ranking third in the entire school year. Unexpectedly, his father, his only family, fell from a height while working on a construction site and died shortly after being hospitalized. This devastating blow caused him to fail his exams. He even considered climbing to the top of the tallest building in town and jumping off like a hero.
After that, he started cycling. The thought of a high-achieving high school student cycling like a roughneck made him feel terrible, but over time, he got used to it.
Soon after he started cycling, he met Xiaoju, a vegetable vendor. They spent more time together and fell in love. However, their happiness was short-lived. Xiaoju was unfaithful; the other man was much better off and more handsome than Da Chou.
What could Da Chou do to compete? He could only hide at home, drinking and weeping. From then on, he dared not think about women anymore. He did what he had to do: cycling, drinking, chatting with friends—these constituted the main content of his life. Of course, there was also buying lottery tickets, his only dream, which he had been pursuing for several years.
One day, while taking a nap... He dreamt of a set of numbers, and upon waking, he remembered them. While out working, he bought a lottery ticket and filled in the numbers from his dream. When he checked the results, he was surprised to find he had won the top prize.
Was this a dream? He rubbed his eyes. Yes, he felt dizzy and almost collapsed. He didn't scream, but quickly returned home, slammed the door shut, and cried and laughed for a while before calming down.
The rest was relatively easy. He took his ID card to the provincial capital, withdrew the cash, and deposited it in a local bank, keeping only a small amount for himself—only 500,000 yuan.
He returned home, but unlike some nouveau riche, he didn't flaunt his wealth. Instead, he remained low-key, living his life as usual, continuing to ride his bicycle. Everything seemed normal as he planned his next move.
Soon, he had a clear vision for his future: he wanted to go out and make his way in the world. The outside world was exciting—luxury cars, fine wine, and beautiful women. Now that he had money, he should enjoy it to the fullest. Yes.
That evening, he sat in his chair, lost in thought. He planned to find a woman to quench his thirst, but who should he choose? He couldn't go to a prostitute; he'd be taken advantage of. Poor Da Chou, he was already thirty and had never seen a woman's vagina. Since it was his first time, he needed to find a virgin. But finding a virgin was easier said than done. Many people said that finding a virgin these days required going to kindergarten.
As he was lost in thought, the door opened, and Xiao Ya came in. Xiao Ya was Da Gang's younger sister, a university student in the provincial capital.
Among the young women Da Chou knew, very few gave him a second glance, but Xiao Ya was different. Every time she came home, she would visit Da Chou, helping him cook and do laundry. Her family was originally well-off, but her father had died last year, and her mother's income alone was barely enough to support her schooling. Da Gang's job had also gone out of business.
Therefore, Xiao Ya's school fees had become a problem. They had barely gotten through the last semester, and this semester's fees were due again. With the start of the new semester fast approaching, Xiao Ya and her mother had borrowed money everywhere, but they were still far from enough.
"Xiaoya, sit down. You look so worried. What's wrong? Tell me, I'll help you."
"Brother Da Chou, I'm not going to university." Xiaoya fought back tears.
"Nonsense! You finally got in, how can you not go?"
"It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't afford it. I'm practically selling myself." Xiaoya burst into tears.
"How much more money do you need?" Da Chou asked calmly. "More than three thousand. Even if everything goes smoothly this year, how will you pay for tuition later?"
"How much will it cost to complete the whole course?"
"More than ten thousand." Xiaoya sobbed.
"I have twenty thousand here, take it all." Da Chou looked at her firmly.
"No, that's what your father left you. You still need to get married."
"Get married? What wife? In my current state, who would marry me?" Da Chou said indifferently.
"Brother Da Chou, you lent me all the money, how can I ever thank you enough?"
"That's easy, how about you repay me with your body?" Big Ugly teased her with a smile.
Xiao Ya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, hugged him tightly, and said softly, "Big Ugly Brother, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me."
"It's not because of my money that you say that."
"No, I've liked you for a long time, you're like a big, clumsy ox." Da Chou was moved and hugged her tightly.
He raised his head and pressed his lips to the beautiful girl's fragrant lips, licking and rubbing them. The girl was also an amateur and didn't know what to do.
Da Chou wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down to grab, knead, and pat her full buttocks. The girl's breathing became heavy, and she instinctively twisted her waist, trying to escape his hands, but this only made it more exciting for Da Chou.
Da Chou put his tongue into her small mouth. The girl opened her teeth, and her fragrant tongue was already being sucked by Da Chou, sucking and smacking, which made their desire rise rapidly. Da Chou then reached his hands to the girl's chest, caressing it through her clothes. It was firm, soft, and very elastic.
"Great! The wonderful feeling made Da Chou lift her clothes and unhook her white bra. The girl tried to stop him, but she couldn't.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of perky, snow-white, and round breasts were revealed. The pink nipples were more tempting than cherries, driving Da Chou crazy. He used both hands to grasp and pinch them, teasing the nipples and enjoying himself to the fullest. The girl was also enjoying herself, moaning with pleasure.
After a while, Da Chou lowered his head and used his mouth to perform on her breasts, rubbing one and sucking on the other, switching between them.
This made the girl blush, her eyes half-closed, and she kept saying, "Ah...ah...no...Brother Da Chou...you're so bad..."
Da Chou was in high spirits, sweeping away his usual unlucky appearance. Watching videos was nothing compared to playing with her like this. God had finally been kind to him, sending such a beautiful little sister to play with. It's good that the girl is pretty; one look and my thing is hard."
Da Chou reached into the girl's pants, groping for her secret place. He slipped his hand inside her tight panties, where the pubic hair was thick and slippery. Hidden within the pubic hair was a hot spring, which wet Da Chou's hand.
What was it like there? He wanted to know. Thinking this, he carried Xiao Ya to the bed and then began to strip her naked from head to toe. Xiao Ya was too ashamed to open her eyes. Da Chou stripped himself naked as well and, full of lust, lay down on top of her.
He whispered in the girl's ear, "Do you want it?"
"Yes."
"Want what?"
"I want..."
"Tell me?" she whispered in her ear, "I want your thing."
"What's it called?"
"A big cock."
Da Chou laughed, "Sis wants a big cock, so brother will give it to you." Saying this, he parted the girl's thighs, examining her closely. Below her abdomen, her pubic hair was curly, and beneath it, a vertical slit was faintly visible.
Da Chou parted the pubic hair; the slit was bright red, delicate, slightly parted, and drooling. With a touch of his finger, even more water appeared.
The girl cried out, "Big Ugly Brother...don't touch it...I can't take it..."
Big Ugly Brother withdrew his hand, but instead brought his mouth close, pouring all his passion onto the girl's little hole, his snake-like tongue meticulously searching inside and outside. After a while, still not satisfied, he knelt down, grabbed the girl's white buttocks, making her lower body face upwards, her gate wide open, and then his tongue went up again, sucking her labia and licking her anus.
The girl was driven to the brink of ecstasy, crying out, "Big Ugly Brother...don't...torture me anymore, hurry up...come on..."
Big Ugly Brother stopped: "Come on what?"
"Come fuck me."
Hearing this, Big Ugly Brother let her go, got into position, erect his big meat stick, aimed at that mysterious place, and squeezed in. After all, she was a virgin, and as soon as his head entered, the girl cried out in pain.
Da Chou fondled the girl's breasts with both hands, kissed her lips, and said, "Little sister, bear with it, it'll be over soon."
The girl nodded. Da Chou pulled out his penis, rubbed it outside the opening for a while, and then re-entered. Feeling something blocking the way, he thrust in forcefully, his large penis sliding in smoothly. Tears streamed down the girl's face.
Da Chou stopped, lovingly licking away each tear. After a long while, feeling she was a little better, he slowly began to move. Seeing the girl's furrowed brows gradually relax, he understood and quickened his pace. Under his movements, the girl began to sing a sweet and joyful song. Da Chou wasn't stupid; he felt a surge of pleasure. Finally, a girl had been conquered by him, and he was incredibly proud.
The sensation of penetration was indeed indescribable; the small opening tightly enveloped his large penis, and the friction brought frequent waves of pleasure. It was warm, wet, and slippery inside. Every movement made her itch. If she hadn't been holding back, she would have ejaculated long ago. He couldn't ejaculate; he couldn't bear to part with the ecstasy of their lovemaking. He didn't want to let go of this beautiful body. He thrust in and out, rapidly. At the first sign of ejaculation, he slowed down, then sped up again after the initial tension.
This frenzy made the girl cry out in pleasure, finally reaching orgasm with a loud shout, a gush of fluid pouring onto his penis.
He mustered all his strength and thrust in and out over a hundred more times before finally sending his virgin semen into her little hole. The girl couldn't help but moan, "It's so hot."
Da Chou seized the opportunity to ask, "Brother, was it good?"
"Excellent. Sister really wants to be with brother like this every day," the girl murmured dreamily.
Da Chou held her close, enjoying the warmth after the storm. This girl, experiencing love for the first time, looked truly captivating. Her bright eyes were half-open, looking at him shyly. When she saw him looking at her, she quickly looked away.
After a long while, the girl struggled to get up and wanted to go home. After they got dressed, the girl threw herself into Da Chou's arms again and said sweetly, "If you're willing, brother, I'll come back and be your wife after I graduate."
"Sister, I like you too. I want to marry you too, but I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you."
"Don't say that. I'm willing to follow you. But if you meet a good girl before I graduate, I won't hold you back."
Da Chou was so moved that his eyes were red.
Da Chou took Xiao Ya to her door before leaving. "A golden carp is no ordinary fish. Tomorrow I'll start flying. I'm a dragon."
(II)

After having breakfast at the bathhouse and resting for a while, Da Chou went to the bank to withdraw the 20,000 yuan he had painstakingly saved over the years.
In the past, holding 20,000 yuan in his hands would have made his heart race with nervousness, but now he was much calmer. He personally delivered the money to Xiao Ya's house, and Xiao Ya's mother was so grateful that she was speechless.
Xiao Ya didn't say much, but kept looking at him gently with her bright eyes.
While Xiaoya's mother went to the outer room to get him some water, Da Chou gave Xiaoya a wicked grin and even made a sexual gesture, making Xiaoya blush with embarrassment. She glared at him reproachfully and turned her head away, ignoring him.
She knew he was thinking about the pleasure of the previous night. Recalling her own experience, a flame of desire rose within her. It was so shameful, yet also so exciting and exhilarating. No wonder girls were so eager to get married; the secret was here.
After leaving Xiaoya's house, she saw him to the door.
Da Chou turned back and asked, "When are you leaving, little sister?"
"Tomorrow,"
Da Chou said, looking at her. "Take good care of yourself."
"You too, wait for me to come back and be with you. Also, write to me when you have time."
Da Chou nodded.
Xiaoya said, "I'll miss you," and smiled sweetly at him.
Da Chou laughed, "I'll miss you even more down there."
Xiao Ya snorted, turned and walked away, but after a couple of steps she suddenly turned back, laughing and cursing, "You bad guy, I hate you so much!"
Looking at her retreating figure, Da Chou suddenly felt like a happy person. Comparing his past and present, it was as if he had flown from hell to heaven. Life is truly unpredictable!
Da Chou pedaled his bike for a few more days. Then, he started selling his house and belongings, even his donkey, which he relied on for survival. He declared to the world that he was going to the city to work, to make his way in the world, and he would never come back until he had made something of himself.
This act greatly impressed his colleagues, who praised him for his decisiveness and manly spirit. Meanwhile, the elderly neighbors whispered, "That spendthrift, he doesn't live a proper life, he's got no sense of propriety. Just wait and see, he'll be back with his tail between his legs in a few days."
These poor friends pooled their money to prepare a farewell meal for Da Chou at a small eatery. Although the food wasn't fancy and the wine wasn't expensive, Da Chou was in high spirits, eating and drinking just as much as everyone else. This pure friendship and deep human warmth brought tears to Da Chou's eyes. That night, he got drunk, and his friends took him home.
Before leaving, he went to Xiao Ya's house again and gave her all the unsold items.
Xiao Ya's mother said, "If things aren't going well there, come back quickly, there's no need to force yourself." She also told him to visit Xiao Ya when he had time.
Da Chou asked for her address before saying goodbye.
Flipping through the calendar, he chose a date and set off.
On a sunny morning, a minibus carrying Da Chou and his dreams sped towards the provincial capital. He sat by the window, clutching his newly bought handbag—a 25,000 yuan bag he'd acquired for twenty yuan—containing all his savings.
He felt this was the only money truly his, while the other 500,000 yuan, for safety, was deposited in the bank. This money was like a flower in water, a moon in a mirror, not very real. Da Chou felt that it might grow wings and fly away any day, and he wouldn't regret it, since he'd earned it all himself.
Four hours later, the bus entered the outskirts of the provincial capital. Da Chou glanced out the window; this area wasn't much better than his hometown, just with more buildings and wider roads. The roads were riddled with potholes, big and small. Pedestrians could walk, but when large vehicles passed, the bus swayed from side to side, especially those loaded high with cargo, making one worry it might overturn at any moment.
At the Sankeshu station, Da Chou got off the bus, feeling like he'd been released from prison.
His backside ached from sitting all the way, so he stretched as he stood on the ground in the provincial capital. It was midday, the sun was blazing, and his clothes were no match for the heat. He wiped the sweat from his face.
A few men and women approached from the opposite direction, asking the disembarking passengers if they had any lodgings. Their attitude and aggressive manner were practically threatening. Da Chou didn't want to deal with them and hurried forward. He remembered a small eatery not far ahead, not a proper building, but a makeshift stall with four steel pillars supporting a canopy, completely open to the elements. His stomach was rumbling.
Sure enough, the canopy was still there, and the same dark-skinned woman was still running it. He went in, sat down, ordered a bowl of cold noodles and four steamed buns, and then started looking around. His last trip had been a waste; he'd come and gone quickly. He hadn't seen any of the famous sights or skyscrapers, and he hadn't even had a chance to properly observe the women of the provincial capital.
Last time, he was so nervous, his heart was in his throat, always afraid someone would stab him. Today was different; he was very calm.
Da Chou looked outside, paying particular attention to young women. The provincial capital was famous nationwide for its "dressing." He didn't know what the word meant—was it fashionable and expensive, or cleverly revealing?
A girl walked by, wearing a red bellyband, her shoulders exposed, very individualistic.
Da Chou had never seen anyone dressed like that in his hometown, so he glanced at her a few more times. After the girl passed, she turned her back to him.
Da Chou was surprised to find that her back was completely naked, smooth, and gleaming with a healthy, slightly dark sheen in the sunlight. However, from that back, Da Chou couldn't help but think of other things. His gaze slid down to her buttocks.
At this moment, another woman walked by, blocking Da Chou's view. Da Chou had no choice but to look at her. She had a slender figure, wearing a very short skirt; indeed, very short, down to her upper thighs; her legs were covered in stockings, with nice lines. Unexpectedly, the young woman's small bag fell to the ground. As she bent down to pick it up, her skirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of
her cleavage. Da Chou had a perfect angle and got a full view.
Underneath her skirt was a plump, round bottom, white and perfect, with a deep cleft. Da Chou initially thought she wasn't wearing underwear, but upon closer inspection, he discovered she was indeed wearing a strip of fabric. This sight suddenly ignited a fire within Da Chou; his manhood became erect, almost bursting through his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and "take her."
Suddenly, the proprietress placed a bowl of noodles in front of him, bringing him back to his senses.
The proprietress, seeing his foolish expression, couldn't help but laugh. Embarrassed, Da Chou lowered his head and ate voraciously. After finishing, he was covered in sweat, his clothes clinging to his body, making him very uncomfortable. He paid the bill and asked if there was a bathhouse nearby.
The proprietress replied, "Of course there is. Go west past five intersections, turn left, and there's one inside."
Da Chou thanked her.
The proprietress continued, "Young man, that's a good place. But you need money. If you don't, you'd better behave yourself. If you don't, you'll get into trouble." After saying this, the proprietress smiled, a mysterious and ambiguous smile.
Da Chou didn't understand and didn't ask any more questions. He just grabbed his bag and left.
Following the directions, Da Chou wiped his sweat several times before reaching his destination, his sleeves stained black. He looked up and observed the bathhouse. The storefront was not small, the decor was average, and he figured it wouldn't be too expensive, but he still hesitated for a long time before pushing open the door.
He asked the attendant how much the cheapest bath was, and the attendant said, "Our prices are all the same here." Saying this, he led him into a private room.
This private room was indeed quite large, about 30 square meters, with a shower, a tub, and a steam room. There were also various bathing supplies, and new pajamas were hanging on the floor. There was a large, soft bed underneath.
Da Chou soaked in the bath water, then took a shower, and then lay down naked on the bed to rest, feeling completely comfortable. Before he knew it, he was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Da Chou asked, "Who is it?"
A woman outside replied, "Please open the door, sir. I'm a masseuse."
Da Chou had never experienced a massage before and wanted to try it. So, he put on his pajamas and opened the door.
A girl wrapped in a bath towel walked in. She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a good figure. Her appearance was decent, and her smile was charming, possessing a seductive allure.
Following the woman's instructions, Da Chou first lay face down, and the woman straddled him, pinching his head, choking his neck, and patting his back—it was surprisingly comfortable.
When she placed her hand on Da Chou's buttocks, it felt like an electric shock, making Da Chou's blood boil, and his penis became erect again. He was suffering under her weight. He just had to bear it; it would probably get better soon.
After a while, Da Chou lay flat on his back. This time, the woman only glanced at his other parts, but paid special attention to his genitals. She grabbed his penis through his nightgown; it was already hard as iron, revealing its lecherous nature, and even when pressed down, it would rise again. The woman skillfully rubbed and caressed it, igniting Da Chou's lust.
He tried to control himself, thinking, "I can't do anything like this."
But the woman wasn't satisfied with the status quo; she simply reached in from below, directly touching his penis. Flesh against flesh, Da Chou panted heavily, thinking, "If this continues, I'll have no choice but to commit a crime."
The woman laughed, "It's so hot, take your clothes off." Without further ado, she unbuttoned Da Chou's clothes.
Soon, Da Chou was naked. The woman looked him over; although his appearance was less than flattering, his body was quite strong, especially his penis, which was thick and long, standing tall like a flagpole; the veins on it bulged, and the glans was bigger than a ping-pong ball.
The woman, who had seen countless men, rarely encountered such a treasure. The more she looked at it, the more she loved it, wanting to study it properly. She straddled Da Chou, repeatedly stroking, rubbing, pulling, and spreading it, causing a large drop of fluid to flow from his penis.
Da Chou felt so comfortable he wanted to cry out. Because the woman was kneeling and leaning forward, her buttocks were raised high. This wasn't unusual; what was unusual was that Da Chou discovered her insides were empty; her white buttocks, tight anus, and hairy little hole were like a beautiful sight before his eyes.
Da Chou swallowed hard, quickly reaching down to touch her buttocks. They weren't large, but very elastic. Parting the pubic hair, her labia were revealed. Her vulva was opening and closing with the woman's breathing, and a few drops of fluid had already flowed out.
Da Chou pinched the woman's clitoris with his fingers, and she moaned, "Brother...please...don't touch it...it's so itchy..."
Da Chou's interest grew even stronger, and he used his other hand to help, inserting two fingers into her vagina and moving them around. With both hands working simultaneously, the woman's cries grew louder. Suddenly, she lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth, licking and sucking it endlessly.
Da Chou, experiencing oral sex for the first time, exclaimed with pleasure, "So comfortable, so good!" He intensified his work with his hands.
Just as Da Chou was about to lose control, he flipped the woman over, pinned her down, aimed his large penis at her wet vagina, and thrust it in forcefully. The woman cried out in satisfaction, "Good, good~~~" and raised her limbs, wrapping them around Da Chou's body.
Da Chou, invigorated, thrust into her vagina with a splashing sound, her vaginal fluids flowing continuously.
The woman responded enthusiastically, twisting her hips and thrusting her lower body, crying out, "Big cock... brother... you... are really good... you've fucked my... little hole... so hard... fuck me... fuck me to death..."
Da Chou thrust hard while pinching her not-so-large breasts, saying, "You cunt... not bad... tight... gripping my cock... feels so good... you want to die... okay... I'll satisfy you today... let you die enough..."
The woman sang loudly.
After a while, Da Chou told the woman to change positions. She rolled over, sticking her buttocks up. Da Chou raised his large penis, without even lifting it, and after a few wiggles in her buttocks, as if it had eyes, he thrust it all the way in with a whoosh. He slapped her buttocks with both hands, and his penis moved faster, so fast it was dizzying, making the woman's cries echo throughout the room, and she uttered all sorts of vulgarities.
Da Chou was quite pleased with himself, grabbing her breasts and buttocks, and poking her anus with his index finger. The woman instinctively contracted. Da Chou then got some of her vaginal fluid on his finger and inserted it, causing the woman to cry out in pain.
For some reason, as Da Chou watched his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, he suddenly remembered another vagina, a pure and beautiful one that only he had ever visited. After so many days, it must be even more alluring now.
In that moment of distraction, he reached his climax, and streams of warm semen shot into the woman's cunt like bullets.
(III) Peeping into the Secret
Author: aqqwso

Da Chou rested for a while, then got dressed and went out. It was a dangerous place, so he decided to leave quickly.
He calculated that it totaled three hundred yuan. This three hundred yuan would have been enough for half a month's earnings while he was pedaling his bicycle. He wondered how many people he would have carried and how much sweat he would have shed. Therefore, when he paid, he felt a slight pang of pain in his heart.
As he left, the woman winked at him and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, come again sometime."
Da Chou didn't reply and quickly walked away.
Once on the street, he strode briskly until he could no longer see the bathhouse, only then feeling safe. Getting caught by the police would be a disaster. He
needed to find a hotel. Da Chou inquired about prices at each place; the cheapest was fifteen yuan for a four-person room, while a single room was thirty yuan. Da Chou hesitated for a moment, then chose the cheapest single room. He went inside, closed the door, and began thinking about tomorrow. He decided to look around first.
That evening, he bought two boxed lunches nearby. As soon as it got dark, he lay down. In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door, asking if he needed a prostitute.
Da Chou opened the door halfway and saw a woman in her mid-thirties, beautiful and dressed provocatively.
Da Chou wanted to let her in, but thinking safety first, he closed the door again. He was unfamiliar with the area and didn't want to fall into a trap; being extorted wasn't worth it.
He got up in the morning, went to a street stall, ordered two bowls of soy milk and half a pound of fried dough sticks, eating until his mouth was shiny
with oil. After wiping his mouth, he boarded the bus to Qiulin. This time, he was much more cunning on the bus. Last time, he boarded the wrong bus, and when the conductor asked him for his fare, he realized he'd been on the wrong bus, drawing mocking looks from everyone on the bus. This
time, before boarding, he carefully checked the route sign. He got off at "Qiulin." Looking at "Qiulin," he saw it was across a wide road, with iron railings on both sides; he had to use an underpass to get across. As he went down into the underpass, he carefully examined the famous shopping mall. It wasn't very tall, a long, green building, and the two golden characters "Qiulin" were very eye-catching in the sunlight.
He carefully positioned himself in the direction of "Qiulin" before stepping down into the underpass.
But when he got back up, it wasn't "Qiulin" anymore; Qiulin had moved to the right across the alley. He had no choice but to turn around and go down into the underpass again. After two more rounds of this, they finally arrived at the entrance of "Qiulin".
The sidewalk in front was teeming with people, a sea of heads; it seemed family planning really was necessary.
In the open space, there were beggars, some sitting on the ground wrapped in cotton coats, a piece of cloth in front of them bearing a tragic backstory; there were also children, their upper bodies bare and dark, kneeling on the hard paving stones, heads bowed, faces filled with sorrow, a teacup in front of them. Many kind and compassionate people were there, occasionally tossing money over.
Da Chou didn't join the fun; he'd heard there were many swindlers these days, using various disguises to cheat people out of money.
Da Chou carefully wandered around Qiulin, but he didn't remember the layout or the merchandise. The only thing he remembered was that there were countless beautiful waitresses, making his penis erect, and he'd probably raped countless men with his eyes.
He had no destination, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly. On a small Jiefang truck, there was a poster advertising martial arts and song and dance performances at Xiangfang Park. It even featured pictures of bikini-clad women swaying their hips. Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to join in the fun.
Entering the park, I paid three yuan for admission. The martial arts performance was by a group of monks. One monk held a spear tip to his throat, while several burly men gripped and pushed it forward. The monks, their faces grave, moved forward, then suddenly shouted, and the spear shaft bent into an arc shape. Everyone applauded and cheered. The song and
dance performance wasn't particularly outstanding, but it received far more applause than the martial arts performance. This was because the female performers, dressed in bikinis, sometimes leaned forward, exposing most of their breasts, sometimes sticking out their buttocks, their large buttocks taut as if about to burst from their clothes. Sometimes they leaned back, their crotches protruding, making one want to protest that the fabric was too thick, obscuring the view.
Big Ugly, his eyes blazing with desire, felt his trousers digging painfully into his penis. Luckily, he was sitting; if he were standing, he probably wouldn't be able to straighten up.
Not far from the park, a factory was recruiting workers. Several hundred people were gathered there, and a registration desk was set up at the entrance.
Da Chou squeezed in and read the advertisement, which stated: "Our factory has invested heavily in the production of a new product, sponge iron, and is currently short of one hundred male workers. The wages are generous, and room and board are free. Anyone who is young, strong, and healthy can apply."
When Da Chou arrived at the registration desk, he saw a long queue of people waiting to register. He thought to himself, "I've never worked before, and I really want to experience what it's like to work. Besides, there are no appearance restrictions, and if the job isn't good, I can easily leave." So, he joined the registration line.
Quickly, after his physical exam in the afternoon, he was transferred to the dormitory. According to regulations, you had to bring your own luggage.
Da Chou didn't have any luggage, so he told the factory manager to see if they could help him. The manager asked him a few simple questions about his personal situation and then instructed a section chief to handle the matter.
The section chief led him to a warehouse and brought out a set of clothes. Of course, Da Chou had to pay a deposit of one hundred yuan.
Da Chou was surprised when he first saw the section chief. She was a woman, and quite beautiful, around thirty years old, exuding a youthful yet mature charm; over 1.7 meters tall, with full breasts and hips, and long flowing hair; her large, bright eyes sparkled; her beautiful red lips always carried a smile; a well-fitting suit dress made her look like a businesswoman.
Da Chou mustered his courage and glanced at her a few more times, his heart pounding. The section chief also glanced at him a couple more times; perhaps someone like him was a rare sight.
All the way, Da Chou followed behind, staring at the alluring sway of her hips, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her, his mind wandering: "Just to hold a woman like that would be incredibly lucky; if I could actually penetrate her, it would be worth sacrificing ten years of my life. My husband is so damn lucky to enjoy such a beauty every day; his ancestors must be incredibly lucky."
The next day, at a meeting in the conference room, the factory director gave a passionate speech. The director was very refined, wearing glasses. The female section chief also spoke, her expressions vivid, her language elegant. All the men in the group focused their burning gazes on her, as if they wanted to melt her. The female section chief remained calm, probably used to such stares. From the nameplate on the stage, Da Chou learned her name: Li Qianhui. The factory director's name was Ye Qiufan.
Soon, Da Chou started working. It turned out to be manual labor; he started by removing slag from the boiler for a few days. Two people worked together, pushing a cart down the sloping cement road to the furnace door. The work itself wasn't strenuous; however, once the furnace door was open, they had to shovel embers down to the ground and then shovel them back onto the cart. This process was unbearable for Da Chou; it was too hot, his face burned, and he almost fainted. The room was already hot, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked the workshop foreman for a transfer.
The foreman was kind enough to transfer him to sifting coal outdoors. Although it was dustier, Da Chou felt it was much better than the heat. However, another problem arose: the night shift was too much for him. He was a light sleeper; any noise in the room would keep him awake. When he returned to the dormitory in the morning, groggy and disoriented, some people weren't sleeping; they were playing cards on their beds, making it impossible for him to rest.
While others slept soundly, snoring loudly, he could only stare helplessly, asking them to be quiet. At first, they paid attention, but as they played around, they forgot and started shouting again. Over time, Da Chou became thinner. During the night shift, after working for a while, everyone else sat on the shovel handles, chatting and laughing, but Da Chou would lean against the coal pile, dozing off, half-asleep.
What kind of life was this? Da Chou was furious. It was much more comfortable at home, riding a donkey. At least there was freedom, and he could sleep well. He endured this for about half a month before deciding to leave. He wanted to see the factory manager, but after several visits to the manager's door, he hesitated.
That day, after much deliberation, he finally decided to leave. Looking at the date, he realized it was Saturday. A few of his roommates were still sleeping; most had gone out to have fun. Everyone called to Da Chou, but he didn't go. Da Chou went downstairs and paced around the courtyard. Unconsciously, he arrived at the building where the factory manager's office was located.
That building was on the far west side, and there was no one in front of it. He looked up and saw the factory manager's window was still open. Had he forgotten to close it? Or was he inside? If so, all the better; he'd go find him now.
The building was quiet. When he reached the top floor, he faintly heard moans—a woman's. Da Chou tiptoed towards the sound, finally stopping in front of the factory manager's door. Yes, this was the source of the sound. At the door, the sound was clearer, captivating and mesmerizing.
Da Chou wasn't satisfied with just the auditory impact; he craved a "video." Because the hidden lock on the door had broken yesterday and hadn't been replaced, there was a small hole in the door, stuffed with a wad of paper. Da Chou reached in and slowly poked it, removing the paper. The beautiful scene inside was revealed.
A man and a woman were making love, facing sideways to Da Chou. The woman gripped the table with both hands, her large breasts peeking out from under her bra, bouncing rapidly like big white rabbits; her skirt was rolled up, revealing her buttocks, which were sticking out high and dazzlingly white, with a medium-sized penis thrusting in and out from behind. With each movement, the woman moaned incessantly: "Fan...Fan...you're doing it so well...it feels so good...it feels so good...don't stop...faster...let me...go to heaven..."
Her large buttocks thrust back forcefully. The man thrust again with great force, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, making his penis wet and dripping onto the ground. The man panted heavily and laughed: "Qianmei...your pussy...is so tight...it makes me...always want to cum...I've been fucking...for so many years...but...I'm still...not enough..."
While fucking, the man would occasionally harass the woman's buttocks and breasts.
"My pussy...is...your...fuck me...fuck me to death...if you don't fuck me...it's always itchy...I can't hold back..." the woman confessed in the form of moans.
The man grabbed her buttocks, thrusting hard while saying, "Then I... I'll... fuck you to death..."
Reaching peak thrusting speed, he suddenly shuddered. The woman said, "Don't... cum... I... haven't had enough..."
The man lost control, pulling out his penis and ejaculating onto the ground in spurts.
The woman turned around, squatted down, and took the penis into her mouth. Now, Da Chou finally saw who she was. Actually, he already knew from her voice—a beautiful face, captivating eyes, elegant demeanor. Even when giving a man oral sex, her gaze and movements remained refined; the word "slut" couldn't be associated with her.
Watching his dream goddess lick another man's penis, Da Chou felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could immediately become the man with that penis. After
a long time of blowjobs, the dead snake still didn't lift its head, and the woman stood up in disappointment.
The man said apologetically, "Let me lick it for you."
The woman obediently sat on the table, spreading her two plump, jade-like legs, revealing her hairy, wet, and rosy little treasure to Da Chou.
Just as he got a clear look, the man blocked his view. He bent down and kissed her vulva, making soft, sucking sounds, like a kiss, before taking her clitoris into his mouth.
The woman opened her mouth, let out an "Ah!", tilted her head back, squinted her eyes, and moaned softly, grabbing the man's head with both hands.
The man worked very hard, licking her labia with his tongue until she made a sound, her juices flowing freely, which he swallowed without any disgust.
The woman moaned, "Fan... I love... you so much... forever... I love you..."
A few minutes later, the woman cried out and then stopped.
The man sat down, pulled the woman into his arms, and teased, "Qianmei, you not only have a beautiful face, but also an absolutely amazing pussy. Any man who manages to sleep with you even once should be shot on the spot."
The woman opened her eyes and smiled, "Then you'd be shot countless times already. I'll shoot you right now." She tapped his head with her finger.
The woman got out of his arms and said, "Hurry up and put these on, don't let anyone find out." She then went to find her underwear.
The ugly man outside, seeing the show was over, turned and left. If he didn't leave, he'd be caught.
As the woman straightened up to pull up her underwear, she suddenly noticed the crumpled paper in the doorway had fallen to the ground. She quickly opened the door and peered into the corridor; no one was there. She ran to the window and looked down, just in time to see the ugly man leaving through the building entrance, running east.
Her heart sank; she thought, "Oh no, we've been exposed. I have to find a way to silence him. If word gets out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The man, seeing she hadn't pulled her underwear up properly, came over to help and asked, "Did you find anything? Is anyone there?"
The woman kissed him on the cheek and said sweetly, "Darling, everything's normal." But her mind was racing, desperately searching for a solution.

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