The Story of Sexual Happiness Village

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　Just as I crossed a mountain ridge and looked down the steps, I saw her—an indescribable feeling! In the endless, verdant mountains, a stream flowed gently, and in its waters shimmered a slender, pale yellow figure. The post-rain mist still lingered, softly enveloping the world.

　　Honestly, I didn't want to come here. If it weren't for not finding a job after graduation, if it weren't for my uncle's friend being too sick to attend classes, if my uncle weren't the kind who would glare and slap someone after just a few words, who would want to come to this small mountain village without even electricity?

　　But just now, I suddenly had a strange feeling, a secret joy, gently nibbling at my heart. I had already descended the steps and was walking towards the stone bridge over the stream. The entire village was silent, save for this clear stream and a girl washing clothes. I walked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

　　However, she seemed to realize something and turned around. What I saw was a clear face and a pair of clear eyes. I suddenly felt the pressure of that pure beauty, and my breath caught in my throat. I managed to ask with difficulty, "Excuse me, where is the primary school?" She didn't answer, looking somewhat flustered.

　　Just then, I heard my uncle's gruff voice: "You're here?!" I was startled and saw my uncle coming from the village entrance, so I quickly went to meet him. A child looked around at the village entrance, then turned and ran away. I was a little surprised, but soon I saw several children appear, curiously looking at me, which made me laugh.

　　The school was behind the village, in a mud house near a bamboo grove. On the mud wall, the words "Floral Border Primary School" were written crookedly in lime, presumably the work of the sick teacher. My uncle settled me in and was about to go back. Before leaving, he gave me many instructions, and I nodded repeatedly. To be honest, I was a little afraid of him.

　　"Teacher!" one of the children finally called out, "Come to my house for dinner!" The others chuckled and immediately started chattering, "Come to my house!" "Come to my house!" I was a little flustered. The first one to speak said, "I saw the teacher first, come to my house."

　　A thin, delicate boy said, "No! My sister saw her first." "Your sister isn't a student, she's never been to school, and she's mute." "Your brother is mute too!" The boy's face turned red. A picture of that girl, clear as a stream, flashed through my mind—those empty, pure, and expressive eyes. Was she mute? I suddenly became anxious: "Stop arguing!" My heart was instantly filled with an indescribable sorrow.

　　That night, I ate at Sister Bihua's house. I barely spoke a few words all night. To others, I looked like an honest, shy child, so Sister Bihua treated me like a pitiful little brother, warm and kind. Back at my lodgings, I went straight to sleep, my mind still filled with the image of the girl by the stream who could never speak.

　　There were only about thirty households in Huabian, with fewer than twenty children attending school in the village. The entire school had just over thirty students and only one teacher—and that was me. The teachers took turns eating at the homes of families with school-aged children. I usually woke up late, so I skipped breakfast.

　　That morning after school, Qixiu's younger brother squeezed up to me, his face flushed and a little breathless, saying, "Teacher, come to my house for lunch today." My heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Finally, it's her turn." A little nervously, I replied, "Okay." Qixiu's brother was shy; after saying that, he turned and ran off.

　　I was filled with trepidation, unsure whether to go to her house now or wait. So, I took a moment to wash my hair. Luckily, Qixiu's brother came running back to call me, and I followed him to her house. Once inside, I didn't see Qixiu, and she didn't appear until we sat down to eat. Qixiu's parents were kind and gentle. Though they didn't talk much, they often served me food, and I would quickly say, "Okay, okay, that's enough." I finished my meal with a question in my mind.

　　I thought to myself, Qixiu wouldn't deliberately avoid me. Aside from glancing at her from afar a few times, we hadn't had any contact; there was no need. But she wasn't home. I wondered why she'd gone out.

　　When I arrived at her house that evening, it was already dark. Two oil lamps were lit in the kitchen, their light illuminating one wall. The smoke and aroma of cooking filled the entire house—a scene just like when the power went out at our house.

　　Only Qixiu's mother and younger brother were inside. My heart, which had been in my throat when I entered, immediately relaxed, yet a strange sense of loss lingered. Qixiu's younger brother saw me first and called out, "Teacher!" I smiled and nodded. Qixiu's mother hurriedly offered me a seat, but I went to the stove and sat down instead, helping to add fuel to the fire. I asked about Qixiu's younger brother's studies and replied to Qixiu's mother's questions. A moment of silence fell, the firelight flickered, but there was still no sound from Qixiu.

　　"Qixiu is taking a bath. Today, she went to the mountain with some maids to pick rice flowers and just came back," Qixiu's mother said suddenly, wiping the pot with a cloth. This startled me, as if a thief in my heart had been caught. After that incident, whenever I encountered Qixiu in a secluded place, I dared to hug her, but she was very clever and I never managed to catch her. My heart itched; I was like a dog in heat, restless and anxious, my breath hot.

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　　At this time, I ran into Sister-in-law Bihua. Bihua's personality was rare in Huabian Village; she was fiery, efficient, and energetic. In this quiet village, it seemed as if only her voice could be heard, appearing here one moment and disappearing the next. Bihua treated me very well, like a younger brother. Sometimes, when she felt sorry for me, she would reach out and touch my cheek. The several jars of pickled peppers on my windowsill were made by her. She knew I liked spicy food, and Bihua often came to my room to tidy up. As she did so, she would feel sorry for me, saying that I was so young and honest, and didn't understand anything. How would I manage on my own outside? Bihua

　　's appearance was ordinary, with only a slight charm, but she had a great figure—a slender waist and full hips—and her swaying gait was quite attractive. When she straightened my collar, I couldn't help but hold her hand. Bihua didn't get angry; she just patted my face, still treating me like an older sister. So I stopped calling her "sister-in-law" and started calling her "elder sister."

　　That night, I was lying in bed reading when Sister Bihua brought some pickled radishes to visit me. She came in, said a few words, and then offered to help me swat away the mosquitoes. She lowered the mosquito net, took a fan, and a gentle breeze blew through the air, making me feel comfortable and at ease. Glancing inside, I noticed Sister Bihua's chest heaving, as if something alive was hidden inside.

　　At that moment, I didn't think much of it. Then, unable to reach a corner, Sister Bihua knelt on the bed, pressing down on my feet, causing a sharp pain, but it felt strangely comfortable. She then braced herself on my legs, leaned forward, and tried to swat away the mosquitoes. Suddenly, something huge and round, like a mountain, rose up before my eyes, so large and round it was hard to see clearly. It took a while for my eyes to adjust, and I realized it was Sister Bihua's large, pert buttocks, right in front of me, swaying constantly.

　　This was simply unbearable. I blew out the lamp, plunging everything into darkness. Sister Bihua cried out in surprise. I pounced on her, firmly embracing her buttocks. Sister Bihua tried to move, but we couldn't break free inside the tent, our hands and feet touching. I leaned over her back, trembling, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Sister." Sister Bihua didn't respond, her breathing heavy.

　　I groped in the darkness, accompanied by waves of sinful shudders. For a moment, all I could hear were the heavy breathing of two people inside the tent. Suddenly, Sister Bihua struggled, pushing my hands away, but I stubbornly persisted, like a willful younger brother.

　　Sister Bihua screamed and threw me aside. My eyes burned with desire, and I pounced on her again. We wrestled fiercely inside the tent. Amidst our panting, my erection swelled, pressing hard against her. Like an unreasonable child, disregarding Sister Bihua's kindness and feelings, I reached inside her clothes.

　　Tears streamed down Bihua's face, soaking everything when I kissed her. I kissed her mouth wildly, the tears mixed with the wetness. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Bihua say, "You ghost!" before she started sobbing, her struggles lessening. But when my hand reached inside her pants, she put up a final, fierce resistance, twisting violently. My hand clung tightly to her waist and hips, like a small boat in a storm, unable to break free. Finally, I squeezed inside her pants, groping her flesh. Bihua sighed, giving up the struggle, and my hand rolled into a patch of rough waterweed.

　　I called out tremblingly, "Sister." Bihua slapped me hard, paused, then suddenly pounced on me, kissing my face wildly, biting me hard. I felt her face burning with heat and saliva; she was even more frenzied than me. Her mouth was so big; when I kissed her, I encountered a mouthful of gaping teeth, a stimulation I couldn't bear.

　　My hands gripped her breasts, kneading them hard. Sister Bihua cried out in pain, "Damn it!" Her hands tore at my body, grabbing my crotch through my pants. I jumped up with a "whoosh!" and frantically tried to pull off her pants, but she kicked me away, only to have them slip off herself.

　　I pounced on her, kissing and licking wildly between her legs, not knowing where I was going. It was wet and slippery down there. This was the first time in my life I had unconsciously and wildly licked a woman's genitals. My hair was being pulled painfully by Sister Bihua, and I couldn't get it off. Sister Bihua writhed all over, like a fish on a hot plate, uttering what sounded like screams and curses. I lifted her lower body, not knowing what I was going to do; I couldn't see anything in the darkness.

　　Just then, Sister Bihua came and pulled at my pants. I immediately took them off, and she grabbed my penis and pulled it forward. I didn't know what she was going to do, but I followed her and knelt down, pressing my hard penis against her nose. Sister Bihua opened her mouth to bite, and I was startled. I quickly protected my penis and dodged, but she pulled it painfully, and my lower body fell back. My penis was sucked into her mouth, like a popsicle being sucked, almost melting in her mouth.

　　I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth because I wanted to penetrate her vagina. I quickly pulled it out, and my penis was on the verge of collapse, hanging in the air, trembling. Fortunately, I didn't ejaculate. My lower body finally got what I wanted and entered Sister Bihua's body, where I began to move freely inside her.

　　Finally, as if I had accomplished a grave sin, I lay heavily beside Sister Bihua. The image of her husband's honest, simple face flashed through my mind, feeling somewhat unreal. I dared not think of Qixiu again, nor dared I look at Sister Bihua's face. Sister Bihua

　　was much more forgiving than I had imagined. She touched my face, sighed, got up, dressed, her hair disheveled, glanced at me, and silently left. Once this began, it was hard to stop.

　　Afterwards, I did it with Sister Bihua several more times. Each time, we didn't say much, just silently and fiercely made love. Afterwards, I couldn't help feeling disgusted and guilty. Somehow, Qixiu found out about it.

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