Cupid's Notes (Part 1)

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Chapter 1 Market Turmoil

On Saturday afternoon, the 19th, at 3 PM, in a poorly soundproofed little hotel near the bustling city center, a woman in her thirties was being rode on by a man in a doggy-like, lewd position. She was slightly plump, not particularly tall, and her cheap, heavy makeup accentuated her vulgarity. Her cries echoed throughout the hotel, as if she wanted the whole world to know she was being played with by the young man before her.

"Ah...fuck me to death...oh...squeeze my breasts raw...ah..."

"Aren't you slutty? You're a sow...no, you're not even as good as a pig! Who am I to you?"

The man speaking was named Yang Wei. He was 22 years old, rather thin, and at around 175 cm tall, he was only of average build in Northeast China. He was most sensitive about people calling his name out loud; it made him feel incredibly ashamed. So, after entering high school, he forced his parents to change his name to Yang Gang. His appearance, like his name, was both ordinary and unconventional, most notably his almost disappearing small eyes.

"Ah... Dad... You're my dad... Fuck me... Dad, fuck me to death..."

Even Yang Gang himself found the whole thing utterly unbelievable. He—this 22-year-old virgin—was actually having sex with a completely unfamiliar middle-aged woman in this tiny hotel he couldn't even remember the name of. His virginity had been taken by an old woman!

"Ah...ah..." Squeezed between the middle-aged woman's wanton flesh, Yang Gang felt as if his lower body had lost all sensation, yet he was completely unable to control it. After thrusting violently for about ten minutes, he suddenly felt as if his penis had lost control of its bladder. His penis then trembled rapidly in an instant, and he instinctively let out a soft moan. He then released his first orgasm, accompanied by scalding hot semen, into the woman's greedy womb...

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On the same day, the 19th, Saturday morning at 10:00 AM.

Yang Gang left his dormitory and strolled aimlessly through the campus, heading towards the school gate. This was the only place a college student, a single college student, a poor single college student, could think of—an internet cafe.

He was calculating how to save his remaining living expenses so he could spend time at the internet cafe "appropriately." He habitually walked with a hunched back because he felt inferior. A college student from a poor family, with an ordinary appearance, and dressed more like a young person from the previous generation.

As he patiently calculated the prices of instant noodles and cafeteria meals, he tripped over something. Looking down, he saw a book that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere on the path he often walked. No, no, it wasn't a book, it was a notebook!

Yang Gang picked up the notebook and saw four words written on it: "Cupid's Notebook."

"Cupid's Notebook..." Yang Gang almost choked on his own words. Who came up with such a ridiculous name? Opening it, he saw that the notebook was exquisitely packaged, but completely blank—it was brand new. He accidentally flipped to the title page, which was covered with tiny handwriting.

"Instructions for use?" Yang Gang was baffled. He quickly looked around, wondering if this was some kind of prank. Was there some hidden camera filming him? He looked around, but there was no one there. So he looked down again.

"First rule... You have become the sole owner of this book. Ridiculous, it's like saying nothing at all." Yang Gang smiled dismissively. "Secondly, write the name of the person you need in the book. She (he) will give you all her love..." Yang Gang actually laughed out loud. The printing factory that made this notebook was ridiculous; how could they come up with such content? He didn't bother looking at the rest and casually shoved the notebook into his crossbody bag.

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Around 1 p.m., Yang Gang, clutching his only 50 yuan, stepped into the Bashan Market. This market had a long history, selling all sorts of things, haphazardly but very cheaply. Therefore, the majority of this affluent society—the working class—often crowded the market.
Yang Gang's purpose for this trip was unclear. He wanted to have a good meal and also spend a few hours in an internet cafe, but the allure of the game compelled him to hand over that small amount of money to the uncle selling game cards…

A common scene in the market was two street girls pointing fingers and hurling insults at each other, often interspersed with poignant and thought-provoking anecdotes. However, what Yang Gang never expected was that this would actually happen to him today.

"Damn it! Can't you watch where you're going?"

Yang Gang felt something brush against his sleeve, and then his arm was grabbed by a strong hand. He quickly turned around and saw a woman in her thirties, wearing a tight-fitting outfit completely inappropriate for her age, with sexy sheer stockings on her legs—incredibly vulgar. This woman was the same middle-aged woman mentioned at the beginning, the one who had been screaming in bed, and now she was firmly gripping his wrist.

Yang Gang then realized that his arm had just brushed against a woman's white bra. He wondered if the shop owner had intentionally hung it on the outermost edge; with just a light touch, it fell to the ground, immediately picking up a speck of dust. Realizing the danger, Yang Gang quickly bent down to pick it up and try to help the shop owner hang it back up.

"Don't hang it up! Who's going to buy things that have fallen on the ground?!" The middle-aged woman, as if she had planned it, rushed out of the stall, grabbing Yang Gang's sleeve tightly and complaining incessantly to everyone in the market, her voice growing louder and louder. Bystanders, unaware of the situation, gathered around, pointing and whispering about Yang Gang.

Yang Gang stood in front of the women's underwear stall, his face flushed red. He wanted to argue but felt guilty, and could only stammer, at a loss for words.

"Alright, young man, don't waste my time..."

Yang Gang thought to himself, wondering who was wasting whose time.

"You can buy this bra! I won't overcharge you, I'll just give it to you at the list price, 80."

"How much?" Yang Gang looked at the middle-aged woman in surprise, then at the crudely made bra. "You're selling this for 80?"

The middle-aged woman's tone had just softened when she heard Yang Gang's question, and her voice immediately doubled. "One hundred! Not a penny less! I'm giving you the list price, and you're still acting tough! Damn it, what kind of person are you? You've dirtied the goods, and you think you can just walk away?" Then came a barrage of insults.

Yang Gang immediately felt miserable. He was a poor student, saving up 50 yuan to buy game cards, and he hadn't even bought anything but had gotten into this trouble. What use was a bra to a single man like him?
"Sister... Auntie... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... Please, have mercy on me, I don't have that much money on me..." Yang Gang was like a wilted eggplant, forced by the woman's intimidation, and he pleaded in a low voice.

"What? No money? If you don't have money, call your family to send some! If you don't pay, call the police to argue with us!"
Upon hearing that he was going to have to call his family and the police to handle such a shameful situation, Yang Gang became even more anxious. The surrounding whispers made it hard for him to breathe, and in his panic, he was consumed by rage at the middle-aged woman's actions. He cursed her ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his mind. In his confusion, he noticed a business license on the stall with the middle-aged woman's photo on it. Her name was clearly written on it—Liu Mei.
Yang Gang suddenly remembered the notebook in his backpack…

Damn it… Damn it… Yang Gang shook off the woman's hand, reached into his bag, and pulled out the notebook. The middle-aged woman thought Yang Gang was giving in and was going to pay up, so she didn't stop him, just staring at his actions. Yang Gang was furious, his head throbbing. He picked up a ballpoint pen, his fingers trembling, and with all his might, he fiercely scribbled the two characters "Liu Mei" in large characters on the notebook.

After writing it, Yang Gang calmed down. He felt like an idiot, completely helpless against a woman, and had even written her name to vent his anger. What was the point? He smiled slightly, let out a long breath, and put the notebook back in his backpack, thinking he should just try to negotiate with her to charge him less. After all, at this kind of cheap stall, a bra was only worth 20 yuan at most.

"Sister, how about you lower the price a bit more, I'll apologize... and you'll forgive me..."

Before she could finish speaking, a heavy breathing sound came from behind her. The middle-aged woman was leaning against her stall, her face flushed red, her eyes fixed on him, her chest heaving as if she were extremely agitated.

"You... what's wrong with you?" Yang Gang was confused, thinking the woman had contracted some kind of illness. Just as he was about to help her up, the woman suddenly stood up, said to someone at a neighboring stall, "Watch this stall for me for a while," and then dragged Yang Gang out of the market in a flash.

Next to the market was a small park, with few recreational facilities and only one entrance, so it was usually deserted except for mornings and evenings when people would come in to exercise or stroll. Yang Gang was dragged by the middle-aged woman into a grove of trees in the park, wondering what was going on, but he couldn't figure it out.

However, before Yang Gang could ask, the woman suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of him with a thud.
"This...you..." Yang Gang was stunned by the woman's actions, completely bewildered. Then he saw the woman lower her entire upper body to the ground and begin licking Yang Gang's shoes.

Yang Gang immediately understood—the notebook! The Cupid's Notebook...it was real!

Without waiting for Yang Gang's reaction, the woman, disregarding her image, lifted her tightly clad blouse and bra, revealing her slightly sagging breasts. Like an animal in heat, she caressed her genitals with one hand and stroked her nipples with the other. She continued licking Yang Gang's shoes.

Remembering the woman's shrewish glare at him earlier, Yang Gang felt a surge of anger. Seeing this woman truly submit to him, how could he miss this opportunity for revenge?

"Damn it! You slut!" Yang Gang slapped the middle-aged woman hard across the face. The middle-aged woman actually stretched her head to meet the blow, looking quite pleased with herself after being hit.

"Ah...I...I'm a slut, hit me...hit me..."

"Fuck your mother! I'm your father! Call me Dad!" Yang Gang raised his foot and stomped hard on the woman's head, pinning her to the ground.

"Dad...Daddy...ah...Daddy..."

Yang Gang was a virgin with little sexual experience, so even though the woman in front of him was middle-aged, she aroused his lust. He unzipped his pants, intending to pull out his virgin penis.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a girl in white smiling at him from the swing not far in front of him.

Yang Gang was startled; he had been caught doing such a vulgar thing by a young girl. His lust was immediately extinguished by fright. He hurriedly shook off the middle-aged woman and fled out of the park. The middle-aged woman followed, pulling down her clothes to chase after him until they entered a small hotel…

Chapter Two: The Rise of the Devil

Yang Gang, exhausted, slowly walked back to his dormitory from the city center. It wasn't that he was stingy with the money for transportation; he felt mentally disoriented. The events of the day had rapidly distorted his psyche, and he couldn't accept this surreal and surreal transformation. He put his hand in his pocket; a neat stack of banknotes lay there, given to him by the woman selling goods, Liu Mei, before she left.

He figured he might as well take it. Although a pang of guilt rose within him, thinking of the ruthless and arrogant woman's usual behavior, Yang Gang felt he had done a service to the people. Before leaving, he didn't forget to urinate on Liu Mei's face.

He pulled out his notebook again, stopping by the roadside to carefully read the detailed instructions on the title page.
"Article Three: The name written here will never be erased…"

Holy crap… no way… what does this mean? Does that middle-aged woman have to chase after me for the rest of my life? He looked closely at the back and found another note:

"Unless the pages are torn out and burned, the person whose name is burned will not be able to write it again." Yang Gang recalled the woman's previous attitude and felt a chill run down his spine. If he weren't bound by the notebook, wouldn't she accuse him of rape? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He thought, "Forget it, I'll keep the name just in case. Anyway, I'll just avoid that market."

"Hey! Yang Gang, isn't this Yang Gang? Need a ride?"

Yang Gang was carefully reading the instructions when someone called his name. Looking up, he saw a Mazda RX-8 sports car parked on the road beside him. The person speaking was sitting in the car, his hair perfectly combed, his entire body clad in tasteless second-rate luxury goods. This person was none other than Tong Qian, the famous rich kid at school.

Tong Qian had his own established "circle of friends" at school. He completely ignored ordinary students like Yang Gang. Except for one situation: when he's showing off in his car.

Damn it, this idiot, coming up to me to show off! Yang Gang usually despised the merchant class, who were his sworn enemies. Now this guy was actually showing off in front of him, it made him furious.

"Hello~" A clear, mesmerizing voice rang in his ears. Only then did Yang Gang realize that a girl was sitting in the passenger seat of Tong Qian's car. She had delicate features, an oval face, but her fair, youthful skin and slender figure made her one of the top ten beauties of the university this year.

"Wu Min... um... hello... hello everyone." Upon seeing Wu Min's sincere, friendly, and beautiful face, Yang Gang's anger instantly vanished. Wu Min and Yang Gang were classmates. There weren't many students in the class, so even though they weren't very close, they weren't too cold to each other when they met. Besides, Wu Min was an approachable girl and very popular on campus. Like many other guys in school, Yang Gang had fantasized about Wu Min being his girlfriend, holding her long, shapely legs in his lap. However, she was targeted by this shameless rich kid. Under the relentless onslaught of sweet talk, Wu Min finally succumbed and became Tong Qian's girlfriend.

"We're going back to school together, do you want to come along?" Wu Min turned and pointed to the back seat of the Mazda sports car.

"No...no...thank you...I have something to do." Yang Gang felt ashamed. Compared to this rich kid, he had lost in everything. Why should he be a third wheel?

"Hey, Wu Min, let's not force him. He might be exercising." Tong Qian rolled up the car window before Wu Min could speak, waved to Yang Gang, and then sped off towards the school.
Damn it... damn it... what a show-off! Yang Gang gripped his notebook tightly. Suddenly, a wicked smile crept across his face. So what if she has a few coins? I can still snatch them from her even if I'm penniless! He calmly wrote Wu Min's name down in his notebook.

"Phew, finally got something decent."

The sudden voice from behind almost made Yang Gang's fragile heart stop beating. Yang Gang quickly turned around and saw a girl in a white long dress standing barefoot behind him, peeking out and staring at the name he had written on it.

"You...who are you?" Yang Gang quickly turned around and saw clearly that the girl's long, black hair swayed in the wind, her large, bright eyes were unfathomable, and her small nose and mouth were perfectly proportioned on her oval face. Her completely unadorned face was stunningly beautiful. However, the girl's face seemed to be completely bloodless. A ghost!? Yang Gang's first reaction was that he had seen a ghost! People say that the more beautiful a female ghost is, the more vicious and vengeful she is. He had done such a filthy thing during the day, and now he was getting his comeuppance.
"My God..."

"Hehe...why are you putting such a big label on me right away? I can't be your mother." The girl giggled. "I am Cupid!"

"Cupid?" Yang Gang looked at the girl in front of him, then looked down at the notebook in his hand, and suddenly realized. "You're this notebook?"

"A very convenient notebook, huh? I just didn't expect your taste to be so bad, choosing a middle-aged woman as your first choice." The girl didn't forget to mock him.

"This...that...that is..."

"You can call me Qiqi."

"Qiqi...is that your full name? You...you're a goddess?" As he spoke, Yang Gang unconsciously stepped forward and touched Qiqi's body. It was warm; she actually had a body temperature.

"Ugh! Pervert!" Qiqi didn't expect Yang Gang to do this, and slapped him hard across the face. Yang Gang was knocked over and rolled to the ground. "Of course it's not my full name! My full name is Lin Qiqi. Why did you suddenly touch me?"

Yang Gang covered his face and got up, rubbing his face in grievance. "I thought you weren't a physical being... What girl on the street dresses like you? And barefoot too."

"Idiot! You're the only one who can see and touch me!"

"So, I'm your master?" "

You can be anyone's master, except me. I'm just a guardian, and the notebook is the only tool I can lend you."

"Wait a minute... This thing can't be given to me so easily, right? Are you hiding something, like the notebook will shorten my lifespan, or send me to hell after death..."

"You have quite the imagination... If I could, I'd really like to kill you right now. But according to the records, you'll live to 24. I'm really unlucky."

"Oh... what?? 24 years old? That means I'm about to die? I only have two years left to live?"
Kiki, with an impatient expression, squinted and said, "What an unoriginal reaction. Why is everyone who hears this joke like you? I'm not a demon or a grim reaper, how would I know when you'll die!?"

"Like me...? Isn't this the first time you've given the notebook to someone else?"

"You're the third one. Just like them, as soon as you get the notebook, you immediately choose many women who fit your aesthetic to have sex with until you're exhausted."

Yang Gang smiled bitterly to himself after hearing this. So this guy thinks my taste is limited to women like that middle-aged auntie.

Qiqi turned to leave after saying that.

"Hey...where are you going? Aren't you your guardian?" Yang Gang asked quickly.

"To complete the formalities. I just came to say hello today. Even someone like you has to go through the procedures. Anyway, even if I'm next to you, all I'll see is that boring piston-like movement." After saying that, Qiqi left without looking back.

A wicked smile appeared on Yang Gang's face because a new name had been added to the notebook—Lin Qiqi.

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The next morning, Yang Gang left the dormitory early and secretly ran downstairs to the girls' dormitory. He wanted to see Wu Min's reaction and Tong Qian's reaction. Since her name was written on it, Wu Min would definitely be as obedient to him as that middle-aged auntie.

Sure enough, a short while later, Tong Qian's Mazda sports car pulled up in front of the girls' dormitory. Yang Gang watched from afar as Tong Qian got out of the car, seemingly carrying a bouquet of flowers. Judging from the size and quantity of the flowers, they were enough to cover Yang Gang's living expenses for half a month.

Damn it… this rich spendthrift.

A short while later, Wu Min leisurely walked out of the dormitory. She wore a cute patchwork dress, her shapely legs encased in sheer, shimmering stockings, and delicate white high heels. She looked nothing like a student. The boys passing by all turned their gazes to her.
Damn… she's so beautiful! This bitch, when she first entered university, she dressed so plainly, but after dating Tong Qian for so long, she's completely changed from head to toe. What's the difference between her and a kept woman?

"Hey, Yang Gang, what are you doing here? I didn't hear you got a girlfriend?" Tong Qian was quite puzzled to see Yang Gang standing like a block of wood in front of the girls' dormitory, and he started teasing him.

*Mind your own business!* Yang Gang cursed inwardly, not answering Tong Qian's question, but instead turning his gaze to Wu Min, who was approaching gracefully. He thought, "This is going to be interesting.

" "Such beautiful flowers..." Seeing the bouquet Tong Qian was holding, Wu Min ran over like a little bird, took the flowers, glanced at Yang Gang beside her, then, as if she hadn't seen him, happily accepted the flowers Tong Qian offered, and then they shared a passionate kiss, oblivious to everyone else. After a while, she released Tong Qian and got into the blue car.

"I won't disturb you waiting anymore, goodbye, Yang Gang, hahahaha..." Tong Qian said, then jumped into the driver's seat and drove slowly out of the school with Wu Min.

Yang Gang's mouth hung open as he watched Wu Min disappear from his sight.

What on earth is going on? The notes… aren't working?

Amidst the surprise, another girl emerged from the girls' dormitory, even more stunning than before—Xu Meijia. She was the most beautiful girl in the Foreign Languages Department, and in terms of both looks and figure, she completely surpassed Wu Min. However, Xu Meijia was like an ice queen, completely unmoved by the pursuit of men. Moreover, she came from a wealthy family; even the richest boy in the school couldn't win her over.

Why not go all the way? He'd see if there was anything wrong with the notes. Yang Gang quickly took out a pen and neatly wrote Xu Meijia's name. Then he stepped forward, blocking Xu Meijia's path.
From Xu Meijia's flickering eyes, flushed face, and rapid breathing, it wasn't hard to tell that this time, he had succeeded.

"You… you are…"

Yang Gang's lips curled into that eerie, wicked smile once again.

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