[Urban] A Born Romantic and Lucky Man (Complete) - Part 2

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Chapter 008 Passionate Game (Part 2)

We were both exhausted, embracing each other. The bed was a mess, soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid. After resting for a while and catching our breath, we changed the sheets, threw the old ones into the washing machine, and then lay down in the double bathtub. Being

a gigolo is really not easy; I was exhausted in bed, and now I had to serve her by scrubbing her back and legs. After the bath, she didn't dry herself off, but let me lick her body inch by inch with my tongue, giving her a full-body "tongue bath." By the time I finished licking her whole body, my tongue was numb, but she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

Back in bed, she held my head between her legs, making me lick her vulva again. I was startled: "Sister, please spare me, I can't take it anymore."

She teased my shrunken penis with her toes. "You little thing, you're really a monster, getting bigger and smaller, just like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang. I want to see if you can get bigger again?"

After taking a hot bath and receiving my essence, she became energetic again and started teasing my penis with her feet. Her right big toe spread apart, tightly gripping my penis, while her left toe gently rubbed the glans. I was aroused by this teasing! Seeing this, she teased me with her jade toes, pulling my foreskin back and forth, causing me to cry out in pain. When she

"raped" me earlier, she didn't know how to "cherish" me and used too much force, tearing my foreskin. I was burning with desire just now, and now that she was doing this again, the "old wound" was reopened, so of course it hurt. My little brother isn't big, but he has a lot of strange problems. It's usually so small that people wonder if I'm a eunuch. To "wake him up," you have to feed him a woman's "nectar." His foreskin always likes to cover the glans tightly, afraid to show itself. Every time, it's a struggle to retract it, like the feeling of a woman's hymen tearing. This time, because of exams, I haven't had sex with a woman for ten days, and the foreskin has regained its elasticity, tightly covering the glans, forcing me to have my "virginity" taken by a woman today. Actually, women, like men, also have a "virginity" complex. I heard from veteran male escorts online that there are two most valuable things about being a male escort: being a first-timer and having good technique. Everyone only has one first time, so the most important thing is to have good technique. I think I'm a special case. If I don't have sex for a few days, my foreskin will return to normal, and I'll be a "virgin" again. Women need hymenoplasty, but I'm a naturally "regenerated virgin." She looked at my genitals and laughed, "You really are a virgin? Haha, your foreskin is even torn."

I glanced at her, "You're still talking nonsense. Who was abusing you just now, torturing a young and innocent virgin?"

She laughed and said, "I'll give you a big red envelope. I'm so tired today, let's sleep first, we'll play again tomorrow."

I said with a bitter face, "Play again tomorrow? I'm almost drained by you."

This time we went at it for more than two hours. She had more than ten orgasms. I released all the energy I had accumulated over ten days at once. I think she got a good deal this time. My saliva has amazing beauty benefits, and my vital energy is a "top-grade tonic." Seeing my pitiful state, she couldn't help but laugh: "Weren't you so powerful just now? How come you've turned into a worm?"

She tucked my head between her thighs, covered me with a blanket, and then went to sleep. My head was pressed against her thighs, my mouth was filled with her honey hole, and her juices kept flowing into my mouth. I also smelled her body fragrance, and soon my lower body started to get hard again. Fortunately, she was also tired and didn't notice. I had to suppress my lust and finally fell asleep.

The next day, I woke up to her "rape" me. She was sitting on me with her back to me, gently moving up and down, occasionally sitting down and turning in circles. One hand was stroking her own breasts, while the other hand was kneading my testicles, and she was making soft moaning sounds. I was happy to enjoy myself, reaching out to stroke her body. She turned around: "You're awake. Are you hungry?"

Exhausted from yesterday, of course I was thirsty and hungry, so I nodded. There was milk, bread, cake, and fruit by the bedside—not bad nutrition.

She sat between my legs again and started moving up and down, this time not gently, but with strong thrusts, raping me again.

I'm so unlucky; my first time doing in-home services, I ended up with such a perverted sadist. I wondered if she had been raped by men before, so now she wanted to rape men; or perhaps she considered herself superior to men, looked down on them, and was unwilling to accept the male-dominated society, so she wanted to be the dominant one in bed; or maybe her husband was also a perverted masochist, being humiliated by her and yet looking satisfied. Judging from her, she must have slept with men many times before.

I hadn't urinated all night, and then she just made me urinate again. With her bouncing around on my stomach like that, I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Sister, stop for a second, I need to go to the toilet."

Although she liked to make me urinate, she would never drink my urine, and she didn't want to dirty her bed, so she had to let me go to the toilet. She grabbed my penis and led me to the bathroom like a dog, even trying to make me pee. My penis was still hard, and she laughed as she forcefully pressed it down, almost breaking it. I finally finished, breathed a huge sigh of relief, and went back to bed to rest.

She stroked my penis with her hand. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Let's have some fun all day."

I was shocked: "A whole day? You'll drain me dry!"

Damn, being a gigolo is really tough.

"You little devil, you're so powerful, I'm afraid you'll play me to death. Don't go out anymore, how about I take you in?"

I thought to myself, if you take me in, will I even survive? "If you take me under your wing, aren't you going to ruin a lot of people's livelihoods?"

"You little brat, do you really think I'm that fickle? You're my first little duckling. I don't know why, but yesterday, the moment I saw you, I had this urge,"

she said, leaning over and sniffing me a few times, "and the scent on you, it's so alluring. It's all your fault, you strange little duckling, even my husband has never aroused me like this."

"Is your husband as good as me?"

"You're one to talk. If he were even half as good as you, I wouldn't have bothered with a little slut like you."

"So what do you do in bed?"

"Want to know?"

She opened the bedside table, took out a dildo, shoved it into my mouth, and then sat on my head, playing with it.

It seems her husband isn't very good in bed, so she has to rely on external help.

The dildo was hollow, and with her movements, her juices kept flowing down from the middle, getting my mouth full. What could I do but accept it all? I held the dildo in my mouth and mischievously blew air into her vagina. The hot air made her vagina itchy and swollen, and she giggled, "Stop...stop it, it's so itchy..."

I mischievously kept blowing, and she couldn't stand the itch anymore. "If you keep blowing, I'll make you drink Sprite again!"

I had already been forced to urinate once, and I didn't want to go through that again, so I stopped. Of course, the dildo couldn't compare to the real thing. Soon, Zhao Lin threw away the weird contraption and we started having real sex. I was raped again.

Next, she showed me several other things, such as a belt with a dildo attached that could be strapped to the body, an electric vibrator, and SM whips and handcuffs—quite a variety. She said her husband couldn't satisfy her in bed, so he acted as her pet, playing these fake love games with her. Over time, her husband went from trying to please his wife to genuinely and willingly becoming her plaything. She had gotten used to her husband becoming her pet and her being the master. When it was cold and she didn't want to go to the bathroom at night, she would let her husband lie between her legs and drink from her. At first, it was novel and fun, but after a while, they both got used to it, which resulted in me being forced to drink from him once.

She also had several male "gigolos" for her sexual gratification, all lustful men who coveted her beauty. These were all respectable white-collar elites in public, but in her presence, they became pitiful little dogs, at her mercy. These white-collar workers didn't have particularly virtuous private lives either; they all had secret one-night stands or other extramarital affairs, never asking each other's details, and even if they bumped into each other during the day, they would pretend not to know each other. She was beautiful and possessed a captivating skill in bed, making men lose interest in other women after sleeping with her, willingly becoming her playthings. And I was the first man she brought home, and her first "gigolo"—I guess I was quite honored. She said she didn't know why she fell for me and brought me home. I think my peculiar "aphrodisiac scent" must have played a significant role; otherwise, she wouldn't have brought a "gigolo" she'd just met home. If she encountered a man with ill intentions, it wouldn't be a joke.

We didn't leave the house for the rest of the day, which left me completely exhausted. I could only let her ride on top of me and "insult" me in every way possible. She became more and more vigorous, and I was surprised at myself. I realized it was thanks to the fragrant scent emanating from my body and my precious virility.

I didn't want to do it anymore that night; I was too tired and needed to rest and recharge. Tomorrow was Monday, and I couldn't be late for work on the first day. But she had taken a liking to it and insisted that I spend another night with her. I hadn't worn any clothes all day, just to make it easier for her to "please" me. Luckily, it was June, and the weather was warm; otherwise, I would have caught a cold.

She hugged me, "You're such a good baby. I don't want to let you go tomorrow."

"You want to kidnap me?"

"If my husband wasn't coming back in a few days, I really would have kidnapped you. You little devil, what am I going to do if you leave?"

The thought of a bland and uneventful sex life from now on was unbearable. "No, you'll have to come visit me often from now on."

"I don't live in Shanghai, how can I come visit you?"

"I don't care, if you don't come, I'll come find you."

It's all my fault, why did I bring my ID card with me, and even my high school entrance exam admission ticket? I can't even make up a fake name now. She gave me back my ID card, but confiscated my exam admission ticket, saying I could use it to find her later, and she wasn't worried I'd run away. I had no choice but to agree. She wouldn't actually come find me, would she? That would make me too attractive. She's already married; she's just using me to relieve her loneliness. She'll forget me in a few days; she has plenty of men willing to be her pet. Right now, it's just because I'm better in bed than others, so it's just a momentary infatuation. She knows my name, but I know nothing about her—what a loss!

"Didn't you come to Shanghai to work as a male escort? How about I book you for the next two months?"

I wasn't going to be stupid enough to tell her my destination in Shanghai again, so I just said I was already booked and couldn't cancel. Male escorts also have professional ethics; they can't break contracts. So I had to promise to contact her whenever I had time, and she could contact me via QQ. She had no choice but to spend another night of passion with me, finally falling asleep sweetly while I was giving her a tongue bath.

The next day, I got up early, bidding farewell to her fragrant, passionate body.

On the way, I opened the envelope she gave me. Inside was $500, equivalent to over 4,000 RMB, and a 1,000 HKD "Golden Bull" note, which she said was a "virginity-breaking" red envelope. This was my first time actually working as a male escort providing in-home services, and I didn't know if this was a lot or a little. It seems being a male escort is tiring, but the money is quite good. However, I don't want to make it my profession; I can only do it as a side job in my spare time. There was another card with only a phone number written on it, along with a lipstick print. I thought about it for a moment, then tore it up. I figured we'd never see each other again, and I didn't want to make being a gigolo my official job.

Chapter 009 First

Steps at Jiuxing. I took a nap at the hotel, and at 8:30, I set off for my first day of my summer job.

I specifically looked for a hotel close to the company, so I arrived at Jiuxing before 8:50. The company usually starts work at 9:00, and since it was my first day, I wanted to arrive early to make a good impression, but there was no need to be too early. Ten minutes early was perfect—neither wasting time nor being impolite. The company occupied floors 16 to 18. The general manager's office was on the 18th floor, and the HR department should be on the 18th as well.

I stepped into the elevator. Because it was rush hour, there were eight or nine people crammed in, and the small space was filled with the scent of expensive women's perfume. In front of me was an office lady in a gray suit with her back to me; her elegant face was vaguely reflected in the shiny elevator door. Looking at the woman facing me, her round, pert buttocks, encased in her tight skirt, were truly exquisite. I longed to fondle them to my heart's content.

We reached the eighteenth floor in the blink of an eye. After the door opened, the woman left; she must also be an employee of Nine Star Company. Her figure was model-worthy, at least 1.7 meters tall. Her straight, long hair obscured half her face, giving her a cold and aloof air. She wore a gray suit, and beneath her short skirt, her shapely, long legs were clad in flesh-colored silk stockings, and sexy strappy high-heeled sandals—truly tempting. I followed behind her, watching her flowing hair and swaying waist; it was quite a feast for the eyes.

I went to the front desk to inquire. A beautiful female secretary, around twenty years old, stood there. "Hello, my name is Ye Zixin, I'm here to report for duty."

"Oh, hello."

The secretary looked up, revealing a charming smile. "You're the new employee introduced by General Manager Zhang, right? General Manager Zhang is away these past few days, so he asked you to follow Miss Fang. The one who came out of the elevator with you just now is Miss Fang. I thought you two already knew each other." Still relying on her hands? How can it be so pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, for a more realistic experience... well-proportioned, irresistible! Click to enter

"Thank you."

After she informed me, I knocked on the door and entered the spacious general manager's office.

It seems Zhang Ning has already told her about my situation. I'll be following her these next few days. Being able to keep a beautiful woman company is a wonderful thing.

Fang Xiaoyi gave a brief introduction to the company. The company is called Jiuxing, founded by Zhang Ning on September 9, 1999, after graduating from university. The date has five nines, and since Zhang Ning and Xu Qing both have their birthdays on September 9th, there are nine nines in total, hence the name Jiuxing. This is the company's headquarters, with several subsidiaries. The company is nominally funded by Zhang Ning and her cousin Xu Qing, with Xu Qing as the vice chairman and general manager. Of course, the real money actually comes from their fathers, probably mainly to avoid inheritance tax later.

The company headquarters occupies three floors. The 18th floor houses the general manager's office, the general manager's office (also serving as the human resources department), and the finance department. The general manager is Zhang Ning, and Xu Qing are the two general managers, each with a personal assistant. Xu Qing's assistant, Chen Fei, is currently in Hong Kong. The general manager's office is primarily responsible for various company documents and personnel management; its director is Fang Xiuyun. Because the financial information of all the company's subsidiaries is consolidated at headquarters, and the headquarters is also responsible for auditing the subsidiaries' finances and operations, the finance department has a large staff, and its manager is Zhao Lin.

The 17th floor houses the investment department, a key department of the head office responsible for various investment activities, primarily securities, futures, real estate investment, various venture capital investments, and industrial investments. As a crucial department, it is directly managed by Zhang Ning, and several sub-departments are established below it according to their investment focus.

The 16th floor houses the foreign trade department and the information technology department. The manager of the foreign trade department is Lou Ying; the information technology department not only develops various software programs but also tackles technical challenges for the subsidiaries, and its supervisor is Tian Jingjing.

I discovered that this company was a classic example of "female dominance." Not only did women make up more than half of the employees, but more importantly, all the managers were women in their twenties, the oldest being only 28 and the youngest 24. I suspect this is related to the fact that the company's two CEOs are both young women. However, they're incredibly bold to put such a large company in the lead positions with young women who have only recently graduated from university. Aren't they worried about their lack of experience causing problems? Fang Xiaoyi told me that initially, each department had older, experienced deputy managers, all sent from Zhang Ning and Xu Qing's father's company to assist. Now that the company is on track, these beautiful women are handling things on their own.

Fang Xiaoyi knew I wouldn't be able to do much serious work, and Zhang Ning had entrusted me to her, so she let me follow her around to the various departments to familiarize myself with the environment.

Fang Xiaoyi and Zhang Ning were classmates, both studying international finance, so since Zhang Ning wasn't there, she was temporarily in charge of the investment department. She took me to the investment department on the seventeenth floor first. After a two-day weekend rest, a mountain of work piled up. Fang Xiaoyi was constantly on the go, checking all sorts of data and reports submitted from below, making my head spin. The stock market was open now, and the investment department was naturally handling securities investment, so I stood by the computer watching them trade. Seeing my interest in stocks, Fang Xiaoyi told me to rest there for a bit and come find me when she was done.

I think I must have been a money-grubber in my past life; I'm interested in anything that can make money, and stocks are no exception.

In elementary school, I started using my older sister's allowance to buy lottery tickets. Back then, there were no lotteries; I bought things like prize-winning sticker savings accounts, 10 yuan a month, checking for prizes every month, redeeming the principal after 12 draws a year. There were also 100-yuan denominations, with two or four prize draws a year. Basically, it was the kind of thing where you sacrificed interest for a chance to win, but the principal was never small. However, my luck wasn't great; on average, my annual return was less than 15%, while bank annual interest rates were as high as 10.98% at the time—basically, breaking even. However, there was one advantage: it forced me to save money. I even collected old newspapers and aluminum cans to sell. By the time I entered junior high, I had saved up three thousand yuan in savings. My sisters knew about my hobby and would occasionally help me out. Of course, this amount of money was nothing to others; the rich kids in my class would give me more than that in a single red envelope during Chinese New Year. But for me, it was all my savings from the past few years.

Later, I started playing the lottery. Unfortunately, I was unlucky and ended up losing a lot of money. I invested nearly 300 yuan but only won three or four small prizes, a loss rate as high as 90%. Of course, I persisted, spending 10 yuan on five bets every week, dreaming of winning 5 million yuan every day. My sister often said I was waiting for a windfall, and it wasn't impossible. I actually got hit by a windfall once. The other day, after buying lottery tickets, my older sister mentioned windfalls again. No sooner had she finished speaking than some wicked person threw something from upstairs, and a piece of cake hit me right on the head. My sister was laughing so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

In my first year of junior high, it coincided with the May 19th stock market boom of 1999. The stock market was booming; even the old lady selling newspapers in our neighborhood was checking the market, and people practicing Tai Chi in the mornings were talking about stocks. Being a money-grubber, I naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity where everyone was investing. I was only 13 years old then, and without an ID card, I couldn't get a shareholder card. I secretly used my older sister's ID and asked my classmate's mother to open an account for me. Because I was still in school and didn't have time to actively trade, I also opened a telephone trading account so the money could be transferred through a bank. This time, I was lucky. I only invested 3,000 yuan, and a year later, it had grown to 13,000 yuan—a profit of 10,000 yuan. Of course, I should mention that I won a share in an IPO, which alone earned me 7,500 yuan; otherwise, people would consider me a stock market genius.

The stock market is unpredictable; invest with caution. Making money in the Chinese stock market is not easy; out of 10 people who invest, seven lose, two break even, and only one wins. As you all know, the reduction of state-owned shares drove the index down from over 2200 points to a low of just over 1300. Luckily, I was timid and chose some high-performing large-cap stocks, so the drop wasn't too severe; I only lost less than 20%. The old lady selling newspapers in my neighborhood told me her stocks went from 25 yuan to 5 yuan, and she was devastated.

Now I have 30,000 yuan in stocks in my securities account. I calculated that I had 13,000 yuan in my second year of junior high school, and I later invested another 20,000 yuan of my savings from part-time jobs, so my principal should be 35,000 yuan. Now I've lost 5,000 yuan, a loss of about 15%, which is less than the market average of over 30%, so it's not bad. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but admire some netizens immensely. I usually spend my time online playing games, reading novels, and reading books written by netizens. When it comes to stock trading, they all seem to have divine insights, turning 1 million yuan into over 3 million in just a few days, and releasing a rumor that can make a stock price jump from 10 yuan to 100 yuan. I don't understand the Chinese stock market. Are there still daily price limits? Where is the China Securities Regulatory Commission? How come I missed this opportunity?

After Fang Xiaoyi gave the order, I was allowed to freely observe the traders. Traders usually work in teams, several people operating one stock together. Sometimes, when the market is quiet, only one or two people are involved. Watching from the sidelines, I felt it was nothing special, just a matter of having more capital and making more frequent trades. The traders have strict operating instructions and must act accordingly; they can't do whatever they want. Watching too much TV makes me think they can control the stock market. The stock I was watching today was being manipulated for accumulation, using 5.95 yuan as a base. Two trading machines were used to execute trades, selling 5-10 lots for every cent increase and buying 10-20 lots for every cent decrease – essentially buying low and selling high, with the buying and selling spread out to conceal the intentions. Currently, there's widespread panic and low trading volume. The price is fluctuating by only a few cents, only dropping by a dime in an hour. By 11:30 AM, the morning session had only seen 6,000 lots traded, or 600,000 shares, worth nearly 3.5 million yuan, accounting for about 40% of the total morning trading volume. A guy named Gao said it's already at the bottom, the accumulation is almost complete, and they're now manipulating trading volume to correct technical indicators. He said it will start rising in a couple of days, and he even asked if I wanted to follow the big players, exiting before the shakeout and re-entering afterward, guaranteeing I'd earn enough for tuition fees over the summer. I know that market manipulators repeatedly raise prices from the bottom to the top, shake out weak hands, wash out weak holders, raise prices again, and then distribute their shares. A 50% increase is the bare minimum; usually, the increase is 100%, and some can even multiply several times over. Back in the day, Yian Technology rose from 5 yuan to 125 yuan, creating a stock market legend. But those guys were too ruthless; after the investigation, the stock price plummeted and is now a

special treatment (ST) stock. Although I was tempted, I didn't act on it. First, I didn't have any money on hand, and my stocks were still stuck; I couldn't bear to cut my losses. Second, it was best to discuss this kind of thing, which was clearly taking advantage of the company, with Zhang Ning to avoid making it harder for her to accept it later. Besides, my money was too little; I'd have to ask her for a hefty sum later.

I don't know the full extent of Jiuxing's strength, but according to Brother Gao, Jiuxing's total capital in the securities department is no less than 500 million yuan. Currently, the company mainly operates seven or eight stocks, each requiring anywhere from 20-30 million yuan to over 100 million yuan in capital. Additional funds are added during periods of price increases or market volatility. Furthermore, the futures department is a bottomless pit, also consuming approximately 200-300 million yuan. Including contingency funds, these two departments alone account for over 1 billion yuan. Additionally, the real estate and industrial investment departments each hold around 500 million yuan. Of course, not all of this money is the company's own capital; most is bank loans, and a significant portion comes from private funds. Zhejiang is a hub for private capital; of the national deposits of 8 trillion yuan, Zhejiang alone accounts for 800 billion yuan. Some of this hot money flows overseas, while the majority flows into the stock and futures markets. With the secondary market sluggish in the past two years, hundreds of billions of yuan have been tied up in the primary market for a long time. In the futures market, there are frequent instances of large investors using hundreds of millions of yuan to attack a particular commodity in a short period. Jiuxing Company's funds largely come from private capital in Zhejiang Province, and its securities department is practically a private equity fund. "Jiuxing Fund" has performed well in recent years, making it easy to borrow money. Currently, the company has ample funds, and some people are even trying to lend money to Jiuxing but are unable to. Of course, such risks are also enormous. Like in the movies, if the cash flow breaks down, it will cause the company to face financial difficulties and even go bankrupt. As the saying goes, high risk, high return.

Brother Gao seemed to be enjoying a chat, and he also seemed to find me agreeable, so he was quite talkative. Since I was one of Boss Zhang's people, he told me some inside information. Also, I think he probably had a crush on Fang Xiaoyi and wanted to curry favor with me as a roundabout way to express his feelings to her. The company is full of beautiful women, but the most beautiful are all concentrated at the top. He wouldn't dare to make a move on Xu Qing and Zhang Ning, who are universally acknowledged as the most beautiful, and Zhao Lin is already taken. The remaining five beauties are coveted by everyone, and Fang Xiaoyi is the most charming of the five, and being a classmate of Zhang Ning, she stands out. Of course, I agreed to help him create opportunities. Brother Gao, pleased, taught me some stock market tips and technical analysis. I plan to work in the stock market someday, so I naturally listened attentively.

After the market closed, Brother Gao and I went to lunch together, and I asked him about the company again. The company lunch is a buffet, 5 yuan per person per meal, unlimited portions, but of course, waste is not allowed. The dishes looked and smelled delicious, no less than those in a hotel. The 5 yuan price tag was just for show; I reckon the average cost per person was at least 10 yuan.

Fang Xiaoyi was busy in the investment department all morning, I don't know what she was busy with. Probably arranging investment plans and checking investment status. Fang Xiaoyi is Zhang Ning's assistant, and she usually assists Zhang Ning in managing investments.

After lunch, I went back and waited quite a while, until almost 12 o'clock before Fang Xiaoyi appeared and asked if I was settling in well, if I was bored. Brother Gao naturally spoke highly of me, praising my investment acumen.

Chapter 010 Delicate Feet

It was lunchtime now, and I followed Fang Xiaoyi back to the office.

As soon as Fang Xiaoyi returned to her office, she plopped down on the sofa, kicked off her shoes, and rubbed her feet while sighing, "So much work today! It's really worn me out; my feet are numb."

I rushed over, "Sister Xiaoyi, let me give you a massage, I promise you'll feel better."

Fang Xiaoyi laughed, "I wouldn't dare trouble you. Your Sister Ning will be furious when she gets back, thinking I'm mistreating her precious darling."

I sat down next to her, placed her feet on my thighs, and skillfully massaged her soles. She flinched slightly, her face flushing; women are always like that at first. I gently asked, "Sister Xiaoyi, are you feeling better now?"

My massage skills are top-notch; she slowly began to relax, lying back on the sofa, eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying herself. Touching the smooth stockings was another kind of pleasure for me. I'd been a gigolo a couple of days ago, and my energy was completely depleted; it seemed like I wouldn't recover for two or three days. Playing some innocent little games wouldn't be so bad. Damn it, I never want to be a gigolo again; the feeling of being tortured is really awful.

Actually, women generally don't wear stockings with sandals, as this shows off the beauty of their legs and toes. However, I think most women still like to wear stockings, firstly for sun protection and insect bites, and secondly to conceal any imperfections in their legs. Because women wear hard leather shoes, especially high heels, for years, their feet are compressed, easily leading to calluses and calluses on their toes and heels. I often see women on the street wearing sandals barefoot; some have calluses, some have heels and calves that are different colors, some have blemishes on their legs, and some even dare to wear them with onychomycosis (fungal nail infection).

Xiaoyi's legs are slender and long, her feet are small and delicate, and her toenails are painted. The only flaw is a small callus on her little toe, which seems to be from wearing high heels for long periods while working in the office. I lowered my head and smelled a faint, warm fragrance; it smelled wonderful, and I couldn't help but take another deep sniff. Her jade-like toe twitched. I looked up and saw Xiaoyi with her eyes closed, her face even redder. My heart skipped a beat; she must have been peeking. Thinking this, I lowered my head again and gently took her toe into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Instantly, her toe curled up. I grabbed it with my hand to prevent her escape. Her calf tensed up, but eventually stopped struggling and gradually relaxed. I grew bolder, taking her entire toe into my mouth, my tongue swirling between her toes. Her toe curled up again, and I could hear Xiaoyi's breathing quicken.

This tongue technique was my trump card. My tongue began to move upwards from her toe, inch by inch along her ankle and calf. Xiaoyi must have smelled my fragrance; her breathing quickened, and her body heated up. This fragrance isn't given to just anyone; it only appears in front of women I like. Perhaps it was my rising desire that stimulated the fragrance, and the more beautiful the woman, the more sensitive she is to my scent.

Looking down from under her skirt, I could see a wet patch on Xiaoyi's white lace panties, indicating she was a little aroused. Unfortunately, the skirt was too tight for me to fit my head through. I cupped her full buttocks and caressed them, slowly sliding my hand inside the skirt, stroking her inner thighs and moving towards her groin.

Xiaoyi couldn't take it anymore; the wet patch on her panties became more obvious, the thin fabric becoming transparent, revealing even her dark pubic hair and the cleft of her vulva. She clamped my hand between her legs and twisted her waist. When my finger touched her vulva, she let out a soft moan, opened her eyes, her face flushed, and swatted my hand away, saying with a mixture of shame and reproach, "You little devil, you're so naughty! When Zhang Ning comes back, she'll definitely punish you properly. This can't go on!"

Seeing that she didn't push me away despite her words, I didn't push her further and returned to my previous position, sucking on her toes. We only met yesterday, and we've become so intimate in just half a day. It's a bit unexpected, and I wonder if she's no longer a virgin. I've read online that the "freshness rate" of female college students is 33%, meaning only one in three is still a virgin. Besides, she's so beautiful; she must have many suitors in college. It wouldn't be surprising if she'd tasted the "pregnant fruit." And besides, I'm just playing around; I don't want to marry her. I don't care if she's a virgin or not; married women are more open-minded.

Xiao Yi said, "Stop fooling around, Sister Yun and the others are coming back soon."

But she let me suck on her feet, her toes even playing with them in my mouth. I sucked even harder, licking every inch of her foot. When I got to the sole, I applied pressure, and Xiao Yi, unable to bear the tickling, laughed and pulled her foot back. "Xiao Xin, that's enough, that's enough, they'll be back soon."

She sat up and saw that her socks were soaked, and water could be squeezed out of the soles and toes. She scolded, "Look how dry you are, how am I supposed to wear these?"

She took a new pair of socks from the drawer, and seeing me staring at her lustfully, turned away to put them on.

I started massaging her again, but this time she refused to let me "tongue bath" her. However, it wouldn't be long before she let me "tongue bath" her again, because this time I only "tongue bathed" one foot, and in a few days she would discover my beauty effects. Women are naturally beautiful, so naturally she would ask me to serve her again. Serving beautiful women is something I'd love to do, and I never tire of it, especially when it's a super beautiful woman.

Xiao Yi let me massage one foot, while her other foot teasingly played with my crotch. "You little rascal, have you been watching too many porn movies at home? Don't you know how dirty things are?"

I laughed and said, "My feet aren't dirty at all, they smell wonderful."

I even leaned down and kissed her toes. Xiao Yi played with my crotch for a while, but didn't get any response. She was both annoyed and amused, saying, "You naughty thing, you haven't even grown up yet and you're already thinking about doing bad things."

But I still had some doubts. After all, I was already 16 years old and about to go to high school. Kids these days develop early; there are even middle schoolers living together and getting pregnant. Looking at my lecherous appearance, and considering how good I am at attracting women, I guess I've already tasted the forbidden fruit. Why didn't I have any physical reaction after all that flirting and her teasing with her feet? I couldn't help but worry that I might have some kind of developmental "hidden problem." I knew perfectly well that my "girlfriends" had the same doubts at first, and I always used special methods to show them how wrong those doubts were.

After a while, several office ladies returned from their shopping trip. Shopping is a woman's hobby, and they don't even waste their two-hour lunch break. Whether they buy anything or not isn't the main issue; these white-collar women have very rich material lives, and shopping is as addictive as smoking for men—it's become a habit. Especially since they've only been working for two or three years, their interest is still high. Besides, their company is so close to the bustling Huaihai Road, so they naturally enjoy it immensely.

Several of the company's female managers, knowing that Fang Xiaoyi had brought a "little brother" over today, couldn't help but laugh and envy at our close

interaction. "No wonder Xiaoyi didn't come shopping with us today; she's enjoying a massage from the opposite sex here. Be careful Zhang Ning gets jealous when he gets back." These women were around the same age as Zhang Ning and Xu Qing, and they were usually very close in private, joking around to avoid seeming awkward.

Fang Xiaoyi blushed. "What massage from the opposite sex? He's just a pure young man; don't scare him. My feet were numb from walking, so I had Xiao Xin massage them a bit."

"Oh, you're so kind. Xiao Xin, Xiao Xin, so affectionate. Our feet are sore from shopping too; would you let your Xiao Xin massage them for us?"

"What do I care if your feet are sore?"

"Xiaoyi, you're so stingy..."

The women laughed and joked with Xiaoyi, each complaining of foot pain. I had no choice but to massage their feet one by one; I couldn't just please Fang Xiaoyi and offend the others. Luckily, only three people came: Fang Xiuyun from the General Manager's Office, Lou Ying from the Foreign Trade Department, and Tian Jingjing from the Technical Department. Zhao Lin from the Finance Department went to the subsidiary in Suzhou today and didn't come. If I had called in people from other departments, I would have been in big trouble. Each of the three gave 10 minutes, and after half an hour, my lunch break was over. They all felt comfortable, but my hands were sore and numb. Of course, this was a proper massage; there was no tongue bath, otherwise my tongue would have broken.

The four beauties' feet were all quite delicate and small, carefully cared for, but still had some minor flaws. Lou Ying and Tian Jingjing had small calluses on their toes and heels, and although they regularly had foot baths and toe trims, some calluses remained. Lou Ying also had slightly flat feet. Fang Xiuyun, because she liked to wear soft shoes, didn't have obvious calluses, but her skin was slightly rough. Xiao Yi's feet had the best skin, with only two small toes having small calluses. The shape was also the most delicate and small. Over the past year or two, I've seen quite a few beautiful feet, and I'd consider myself a foot connoisseur. I wonder if that counts as a fetish.

My hands were busy, and my mouth wasn't idle either, as I was treated to plenty of delicious food. Fang Xiuyun fed me a piece of dried apricot. "Xiao Xin, where did you learn this trick? Do girls often let you practice on them?"

I said, "Of course, this is my secret weapon for picking up girls. I'm not afraid any girl will run away."

"Why?"

"Of course you have to take off your shoes and socks for a massage. If you want to slip away halfway, you'll have to walk barefoot."

"You're such a little pervert, coming up with such a mean trick. So, are you trying to pick up our beautiful Fang?"

She hadn't even realized she shared the surname Fang.

"I want to pick up both of the beautiful Fangs, sister, are you willing?"

"You're going to die, taking advantage of your sister like this. Did you also manage to get Zhang Ning like this?"

They were both eight or nine years older than me, and they treated me like a little brother. Although they were joking, they didn't think anything of it.

Chatting and laughing, the lunch break ended, and the three women dispersed to begin their afternoon work.

Fang Xiaoyi had already finished most of the investment department's work that morning, and in the afternoon she just needed to handle some documents. She said to me, "There's not much to do this afternoon, you can do whatever you want. If you want to check stocks, just go to Gao Laozhuang."

They called Gao Ge's territory Gao Laozhuang because he always looked at women with a lecherous expression, just like his brother-in-law Zhu Bajie.

"Of course I'll accompany Sister Xiaoyi."

"Why would I need you, you little pervert? You're so young, yet you're already so fickle, so lecherous and glib. You'll definitely grow up to be a big pervert."

"I'm not fickle, I'm loving."

"What loving?"

"Of course, I love beauty, haha."

Chapter 011 Aside

The book has reached ten chapters, and I've seen many of the book reviews and comments from my brothers, so I wanted to say a few words.

1. About the character introductions. I originally wanted to let them appear slowly as the plot develops, which would also create a sense of mystery and let everyone guess. Now that I see everyone is a bit confused, I'll reveal some of it in the next few chapters. I don't like writing too directly; that would just turn it into a monotonous account. I've included quite a few foreshadowing elements in the story. Some of these you're all eagerly anticipating, so I'll reveal a few in a few chapters. Some foreshadowing is still just a concept; I don't even know if it will be used later. So, if you have any questions, please wait a few days. If you still don't understand after a few chapters, feel free to ask again; I might have already forgotten about them.

2. Regarding masochism. First of all, let me state that I neither like inflicting nor being masochistic; it's just necessary for the story. Since Xiaoxin has now become a male prostitute, he should experience the real life of a male prostitute. Male prostitutes live in the darkest corners of society, being played with by all sorts of women, some perverted and some not, inevitably causing changes in their personality and psychology. Of course, Xiaoxin is an amateur, and I don't want him to become perverted. Not only would you not like it, but I wouldn't be happy either. Moreover, his slight masochistic tendencies are also related to his childhood experiences, which will be explained later. I think they will "cur themselves" after he enters high school, so please rest assured.

3. Regarding the story concept, I want to write from a less common perspective. Most online works are fantasy, set on alien planets or in alternate dimensions. I'm more familiar with stories from Earth, and besides, my imagination isn't quite there; I can't come up with much magic. There aren't many works about male prostitutes online, and I want to add something new. We can't all be heroes achieving great things; what about ordinary people? Everyone likes Wei Xiaobao, so having him live in modern times is a good thing. As mentioned in the synopsis, my idea is to transform him from Wei Xiaobao into a successful young man, and since he's a male prostitute, there will be more erotic scenes at the beginning of the story. Of course, I'll also give him some unique traits, some of which you've already seen.

4. Regarding erotic descriptions. I lack experience with erotic content (sweat!), and I really can't think of any new tricks. Therefore, I will borrow some details from previous works, like "one generation plants the trees, another enjoys the shade." The amount will be limited each time, so please don't accuse me of plagiarism if you see similarities in other works. I think the plot is the most important thing. I don't think many people will have the same "gigolo" persona as me.

5. Actually, I originally intended to write this as a pure romance novel, but because I gave the protagonist the profession of a "gigolo" as the starting point, the erotic content naturally followed. In fact, any novel with men and women in it is easy to turn into an erotic novel. Just let them sleep together, from a few seconds (I don't think everyone is that bad) to several hours (damn, I'm jealous), and you can write tens of thousands of words about it. Of course, I don't want to turn this into pure pornography (it can't even be considered erotic anymore). There will still be some erotic content later, but it will be more subtle. I don't want it to be cut, otherwise everyone will really have nothing to read.

I'll just write down a few points first. If you still have any dissatisfaction or questions, you can write to me.

My Chinese email address is: 天生我材必用@江南一叶. I dare not use an English email address, fearing someone might get upset and throw emails at me, thankfully nothing like that has happened yet. I think any work will have both praise and criticism. Some people are unhappy with the protagonist's masochistic treatment, which is understandable. If you're pushed to the brink, you might do anything, let alone become a gigolo. Relationships between men and women are strange; the same thing can have different results for different people. If it were a beautiful woman I've long admired, and she was a virgin, I think I'd be more than happy to let her kiss my genitals. But if I were to kiss an ugly woman's genitals, I'd probably vomit and have diarrhea, lose my appetite, and even starve to death. Some people hope the protagonist will transform from a victim into a sadist, but I think that's going too far. Let him change gradually; I don't know what he'll become in the end. My work is currently getting decent clicks, which is quite good for a new work. Thank you all for your support. However, the number of votes is still not high, which is somewhat disproportionate to the click rate. It seems there are still some shortcomings, and I hope everyone can point them out so that I can improve.

I'm far from finishing the work. I usually have two or three chapters in reserve beforehand. If I don't have too much to do, I should be able to update once a day, or even faster, to keep up with my writing speed. However, my computer has been having some minor issues these past few days. When I connect to the internet, the speed is only 21k, and I can't even open web pages. Uploading is even more difficult. I wonder if it will be better in a few days.

Chapter 012 Borrowing a Chicken to Spin an

Egg I turned on my computer. The company's system is divided into internal and external systems. The internal system has different access permissions according to different positions and departments. I'm not very interested in that. I want to surf the internet. After entering the password that Xiaoyi told me, I got internet access permission. It seems that the system automatically records browsing history, so I can't look for pornographic websites. I first visited my personal homepage, where I put some frequently used things so I wouldn't have to search for them everywhere when I need them. My personal homepage is like my online hard drive, and it also increases my traffic, hehe. I downloaded and installed my security certificate first, and then logged into the securities software to check my stock quotes. This morning at the securities department, I just watched others trade stocks, unable to do anything myself. The stock market has shown some signs of improvement these past two days, and my stocks have started to climb from their lows, increasing in value from 30,000 to 31,000, while still incurring a 4,000 yuan loss. I always operate with a fully invested portfolio; I always aim for high returns, as high risk brings high reward. Right now, I'm short of funds, otherwise I would have bought more shares. Given how low the market has fallen, even a rebound could potentially yield a 10-20% profit.

Seeing me so engrossed, Fang Xiaoyi came over out of curiosity. "You little pervert, do you play the stock market too? Do you have a shareholder card?"

I rolled my eyes at her. "What pervert? We may be close, but I'll sue you for defamation if you talk nonsense."

"You're getting cocky. Just wait until I tell Zhang Ning you flirted with me, and see how she deals with you."

She was Zhang Ning's best friend and knew that Zhang Ning and Xu Qing were cousins, both only children, with no other relatives. I, this "cousin," was an imposter, maybe just a sex partner she found when she was bored. But I seemed too young. Could Zhang Ning have some kind of "pedophilic complex"? Women often like to talk about men. When it came to boyfriends, Zhang Ning said that women nowadays don't need to date anymore; they can just find a gigolo when they're bored. These young masters and ladies nowadays are open-minded and don't value sex as much as their parents' generation. It's common for young masters to keep mistresses and princesses to keep gigolos. It's not impossible for Zhang Ning to actually find a gigolo. However, she usually had a good impression of Zhang Ning and Xu Qing, and hadn't heard any rumors about them. Of course, these things are just things people can only think about; there's no way to verify them. These high-level white-collar workers have a lot of work pressure on a daily basis and rarely have the opportunity to meet men, so their spiritual lives are inevitably somewhat empty. Just now, she was quite uninhibited, so let's just consider it a little indulgence and a little passionate game. However, I didn't react when she teased my little brother, and I thought that Zhang Ning and I might just be playing a "fake love" game. I'm only 16 years old this year, eight years younger than Zhang Ning, so of course there's no real love to speak of. I think the other girls also know this, but no one says anything, so I've become a fun little pet for them during the summer vacation to relieve their mental stress.

Fang Xiaoyi was lying on the table next to me, her pair of large breasts almost spilling out, and I couldn't help but turn my eyes away from the computer screen to her.

Fang Xiaoyi noticed the situation and blushed: "You little pervert, you're hopeless."

She reached out and turned my head back to the computer.

"So stingy, won't even take a look. But Sister Xiaoyi, yours is really big, maybe a 35D?"

Actually, I wasn't sure, but after seeing so many online, it seemed like a good size.

"You...you pervert, how many girls have you seen?"

She paused, then whispered in my ear, "How big is Zhang Ning's?"

Women really can be jealous of each other, even comparing this. "Same as yours, I'd be more sure if I could touch it."

Seeing that I was getting more and more outrageous, Fang Xiaoyi pinched my back, making me cry out "Help!" "Have you touched Zhang Ning's?"

"Of course, do you want me to touch yours too, for a full comparison?"

Since she asked me this, she obviously knew about my relationship with Zhang Ning. I didn't care, we could all relax, and it wouldn't be so awkward to make suggestive jokes or even touch each other in the future.

Fang Xiaoyi blushed, too embarrassed to joke anymore. She usually spent her days with several women, and the work pressure was immense. Her subordinates were also hesitant to approach her, which contributed to her aloof and glamorous image. For some reason, I never imagined I'd be so bold today. I know deep down it's mostly thanks to the strange, pleasant fragrance I carry; I'm not arrogant enough to think a 16-year-old boy could win the heart of a normally sophisticated white-collar woman.

Fang Xiaoyi is looking at my stocks. I've activated online trading, and it's showing my stock balance. "Ye Zixin, is that your sister? Your names are really interesting, same sound, different characters."

My second sister's name is Ye Zixin. If we had a few more, there would be Zixin, Zixin, Zixin, Zixin, Zixin, Zixin—we could name her that!

I opened the securities account in my sister's name, but the bank card used for bank-securities transfers is mine.

Fang Xiaoyi saw that I only had a pitiful 30,000 yuan. "Is this all you have? Is this your secret stash?"

She looked at the floating profit record on my computer, which showed 8,000 yuan (the account balance was 31,000 yuan, and the actual investment was 23,000 yuan, so the difference was the profit of 8,000 yuan). "Not bad. In such a bad market, you still have a return of more than 30%. You can be considered an expert."

I didn't tell her that 7,500 yuan was earned from IPOs, otherwise I would only have a meager profit of 500 yuan left, which would be too embarrassing.

I said, "If I had more funds, even knowing there was an opportunity, I would have made even more. Now is a great opportunity to buy at the bottom. I have a feeling a big market rally is coming soon." "I

just called you fat, and you're already getting cocky. Why don't you just ask Zhang Ning?

It's just a drop in the ocean." "Then I'll ask her for a huge sum, borrow it for two months and pay it back."

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"One million! Sister Xiaoyi, do you think I'm trying to get something for nothing?"

"Hehehe, you, you're such a little pervert. One million? You really dare to ask for that? Even if you buy it and don't touch it, the round-trip transportation fees alone will be ten thousand. With that little money, if it drops by 2%, it'll all be gone."

"How can you hurt my fragile heart? Listen, my little heart is pounding!"

"Alright, alright, you little darling, you should talk to Zhang Ning instead."

Even so, I didn't dare ask Zhang Ning. A million is no small sum. Just like Fang Xiaoyi said, if I buy and don't move a single penny, I'll lose ten thousand. What's more, the market has been bad lately, a continuous, steady decline, only recently showing signs of stabilizing.

I didn't make a call, but Zhang Ning called instead. Fang Xiaoyi answered the phone and handed it to me. Zhang Ning had finished talking to a client that morning and was resting now.

"Xiao Xin, have you been sleeping well these past two days?"

"No."

"Is it because I wasn't around that you couldn't sleep?"

Fang Xiaoyi, listening nearby, couldn't help but chuckle to herself, thinking there must be some kind of ambiguous relationship going on.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you blinded by all the beautiful women in the company? If you dare to get any bad ideas, I won't let you off the hook."

"How could I dare? I'm an honest man."

"You're honest? You have a criminal record, I'm keeping track of it. Be careful, those girls all practice judo and karate, especially Fang Xiaoyi. A few thugs are still in the hospital. If you mess with her, I can't save you."

I glanced at Fang Xiaoyi, and I was genuinely startled. She gave me a smug look, then leaned close to the phone and said, "Zhang Ning, you dare talk bad about me?"

"You're going to die, eavesdropping on other people's calls,"

Fang Xiaoyi chuckled. "Your little lover's in a rush for money, trying to make a fortune."

"Then you should give it to him first."

"It's a million. I'm not like you; you wouldn't be worth a million even if you sold me."

"What do you mean, not worth? Tens of millions, more. Last time, that Young Master Jiang proposed to you, and he even offered to transfer the company and villa to your name."

"Alright, alright, stop talking about me. Let's talk about your little lover."

"What little lover? That sounds awful. We have a pure sibling relationship, not like some people imagine."

Then she asked me what I needed the money for. I said I wanted to borrow a million to invest in stocks, and if I made a profit, it would be my summer job wages. "What if I lose?"

"Then it will be deducted from my salary every year from now on."

"Don't think that making a few thousand makes money in the stock market easy. If you lose, you'll be crying."

Then I said a lot more nice things, and Zhang Ning said, "I can set a liquidation limit for you, 10%. Once it falls below 10%, I will force liquidation. 100,000 is enough to pay you back. Or I can buy you outright. 10,000 for your summer vacation, and you will be my private property for 10 years."

Fang Xiaoyi interrupted, "Then if I want to borrow, are you willing to rent?"

"You're going to die. You're still eavesdropping. Wait until I get back and see how I deal with you."

Seeing that the market was about to close, Zhang Ning told Fang Xiaoyi that the loan would be transferred from her own account the next day, and had nothing to do with the company. Finally, I reiterated that if the price dropped 10%, I would close the position. If the profit was over 30,000, she would buy out my summer vacations for all three years of high school. If I lost, she would buy out my summer vacations for every 10,000 lost, and if I lost a total of 100,000, I would sell her my entire high school and university life. After all, this was a huge sum of one million. If it weren't for our special relationship, most people wouldn't lend it to me so readily. Win or lose, it seemed I was destined to sell my three years of high school to her. However, earning 10,000 in two months

was still a great deal. Fang Xiaoyi smiled at me, "You're really valuable, 10,000 for two months of summer vacation."

She no longer doubted our relationship.

"Then I'll give you a 50% discount, 5,000, I'll sell it to you."

"I wouldn't dare, otherwise if Miss Zhang gets angry, I'll lose my job."

Chapter 013 Sleepless

Nights The company's working hours are 9 to 5, with a two-hour lunch break, which means only six hours of work, three hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon. Shanghai is a megacity with a huge urban area, and many people spend up to four hours a day just commuting.

Half of the company's employees are from Shanghai, with many others from other parts of the country. Aside from married employees and those renting their own apartments, the company owns several residential buildings in Xinzhuang as employee dormitories. The company has real estate development investments, and the dormitory buildings were originally intended for future sale; however, the vacant units are currently used by employees. The original dormitory complex was located near Jinjiang Amusement Park and Hongmei Road, but after property prices soared, the dormitories were moved to Xinzhuang, where the subway provides relatively convenient transportation. The original complex is still being sold as residential housing. The company's employees are mostly white-collar workers, and some who joined earlier and had some savings bought the properties at cost price. When the company invested in the land in Xinzhuang, the subway hadn't even opened yet; a few years later, land prices skyrocketed. Due to the price difference, the company practically got the Xinzhuang employee housing complex for free. This shows that while the real estate industry is high-risk, a good opportunity can yield astonishing profits.

Among the beautiful women, Xu Qing and Zhao Lin both got married last year and own luxury apartments in the city center, while Zhang Ning also owns an apartment. Chen Fei and Fang Xiuyun are from Shanghai. The other three aren't locals: Lou Ying is from Hangzhou, and Tian Jingjing is from Suzhou, which isn't too far from home—only a two-hour train ride, so they can go home on weekends. Fang Xiaoyi is from Beijing and has relatives in Shanghai; she's some kind of high-ranking officer in the military. The three of them share a nearly 200-square-meter, three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Because they're senior employees, the apartment is in a company-owned complex on Hongmei Road, where most of the company's managers work. It's also near the subway, making it much more convenient than for ordinary employees in Xinzhuang—less than half an hour's commute.

As I was about to leave work, Fang Xiaoyi whispered in my ear, "You're going to be sleepless again tonight."

"I'm so pitiful, will you stay with me tonight?"

"I'm not going to stay with you, you little pervert."

After work, I went back to my hotel room alone. I'd been in Shanghai for three nights already, and this was the first time I'd finally slept in a hotel. The room fees for the previous two nights were wasted—456 yuan for two nights! I don't usually spend that much in a month. Anyway, Zhang Ning told me to stay somewhere nice and she'd reimburse me later.

After dinner and a shower, I stayed quietly in my room. I dared not go back to being a gigolo again; this time I'd encountered a sadist, and next time I might catch some kind of sexually transmitted disease. When you're unlucky, even drinking cold water can cause problems.

I hadn't called home for two days, so I wanted to let them know I was safe, otherwise, things wouldn't be easy when I got back. Sure enough, as soon as my older sister heard it was me, she gave me a thorough dressing-down. "You little devil, you've been gone for two days and haven't even called! Don't you know how worried your family is?"

I had no choice but to quickly apologize and beg for forgiveness; a crying child doesn't suffer.

After much coaxing, she finally calmed down. Then she asked how my exams went and how things were in Shanghai. Of course, I wouldn't tell her about what had happened in the past two days, so I made up an excuse. My sister didn't quite believe me, but she couldn't come to Shanghai to verify, so she had to let it go.

I surfed the internet and chatted with some netizens. When Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi asked me about my time in Shanghai, I made up an excuse and went over. Then I went to various securities websites to carefully analyze the financial data of various companies and pick out some potential stocks. I didn't play any games and just logged off.

Tonight, I finally had some free time, so I took out my books from my bag and started studying. I know that knowledge is needed for everything these days; without a university degree, you can't find a good job. As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm," so I need to start studying early. However, I'm not studying high school courses, but self-study textbooks. I also want to be like my older sisters and get a college diploma by the time I graduate high school. I want to graduate early, find a good job, and repay my sisters for raising me.

I don't know who I am. Even who my parents are, my family, my birthday, and my birthplace are all unknown, because my older sister picked me up from the hospital. My history begins at age six; before that, it's a blank slate. Not only me, but everyone else knows nothing about me either.

My eldest sister told me that I was brought to the hospital on a stormy afternoon. I was completely naked, as if struck by lightning, unconscious, but without any obvious external injuries. The policeman who brought me said he found me by the roadside; I was lying there alone, with no one else around. I woke up several days later, and the doctors discovered I had complete amnesia, unable to remember anything, apparently a sequela of the lightning strike. Because they didn't know my origins and no one had placed a missing child report in the newspaper or at the police station, they were considering sending me to an orphanage.

At that time, my eldest sister was 16 years old and was in the hospital caring for her paralyzed father. My eldest sister's life was very unfortunate. Her mother died in childbirth, and her second sister was her father's and stepmother's child. When she was 15, her parents were in a car accident; her stepmother and younger brother died instantly, and her father was seriously injured, paralyzed in the hospital, and passed away three years later. My second sister was only 7 years old when the car accident happened. To take care of our father and second sister, my eldest sister gave up a promising future. After graduating from junior high school, she attended a nursing school so that tuition would be waived, she could study medicine to care for our father, and she could start working early to support the family. At the time, she was a top student, consistently ranking among the top three in her grade. If she hadn't gone to nursing school, she could have entered the prestigious No. 5 Middle School without taking the entrance exam, and after three years, she would have been guaranteed admission to Tsinghua or Peking University. Her teachers had tried to persuade her to give up all tuition and provide scholarships, but my eldest sister reluctantly gave it up for the sake of our father and second sister

. My eldest sister heard about a boy who had been electrocuted and came to see him. She noticed that I looked almost exactly like her younger brother who had died in the car accident. A thought struck her, and she took me to see our father. It was as if our younger brother had been reborn. Our father was the only son in his family for generations, and he doted on his younger brother. His death was a blow to him no less than another car accident. Seeing me, our father seemed to see his younger brother again; his previously lifeless body rallied. My eldest sister later arranged for my adoption. Because my brother and I are similar in age and appearance, everything, including my name and birthday, was borrowed from my younger brother's birth information. My father wanted me to inherit the Ye family bloodline. Later, on his deathbed, he held my eldest sister's hand and asked her to take good care of me as if I were his own brother. People had advised my eldest sister and father against adopting a child of unknown origin, as they were already struggling to care for themselves. But my eldest sister still took me in.

Since the car accident, our family had little income, relying entirely on the compensation and pensions from my parents' workplaces. Besides caring for my father in the hospital, my eldest sister also looked after my second sister and me, and worked on holidays. My second sister and I were practically raised by my eldest sister alone, and life was always very hard. I vowed that when I grew up, I would earn a lot of money to repay my eldest sister. In my heart, my eldest sister could completely replace my mother, whom I didn't even know.

Although my sister reluctantly gave up the opportunity to attend a top-tier middle school and instead went to a vocational nursing school, she never gave up her ambition. With her academic achievements, the vocational nursing school courses were child's play; she excelled in every subject. Starting from her second year, my eldest sister began taking self-study exams, registering for four subjects each time, eight a year. Back then, there were no opportunities for retakes like now; if you failed the first time, you had to wait for the next one. My eldest sister was known for her intelligence. She only attended a vocational high school, where some basic courses were even less advanced than those in regular high school, but she managed to skip several grades and directly pursue university courses. She chose the relatively simple major of accounting, a humanities subject, which had little connection to some of the science subjects in high school, so she did relatively well on the exams. Only Advanced Mathematics (I) gave her a headache; she passed it on her third attempt. She attended vocational nursing school during the day, and in the evenings and on Sundays, she had to go to the hospital to accompany her father. At home, she also had to take care of us, only managing to study in her spare time. It was truly a tough life, and she was always very thin. After I started working, my father passed away, and my second sister and I were older, so we had more time to study. Later, she obtained four diplomas: a bachelor's degree in accounting, an associate's degree in nursing, an associate's degree in pharmacy, and a bachelor's degree in pharmacy. She also passed the highly sought-after exams for Certified Public Accountant (CPA) and Certified Pharmacist. Because of the work experience requirement for the nursing bachelor's degree, she enrolled relatively late and is still only missing the last two exams.

Only my eldest sister works in our family, so daily life is naturally very difficult. However, my second sister and I are quite ambitious and never complain. My second sister works part-time at a shopping mall in her spare time, and like my eldest sister, she started taking self-study exams in high school. My second sister is excellent at English, so she enrolled in an English major. She has now passed all her courses; the results came out in early June, and she will receive her graduation certificate in December after completing the graduation application.

Of course, I don't want to fall behind, so I also need to start studying from high school to prove those who looked down on me.

When my eldest sister took me in, I suffered amnesia, possibly due to a lightning strike or something else, and I know nothing about my past. No, I can understand what others are saying, and besides the local dialect, I can also speak Mandarin, but I don't know my own name or home address. Because my origins are unknown, I was adopted as "Ye Zixin," who died in a car accident more than half a year ago. When processing the adoption procedures, my older sister had to go to great lengths to "revive" Ye Zixin, whose household registration had been cancelled, and she had to ask many people for help.

So I became Ye Zixin, and my age was 6 years old.

Perhaps because of amnesia, my grades in elementary school were always extremely poor. I would forget what I learned in class as soon as class ended, and I would fail every test. The teachers were extremely troubled by me and even made me take an IQ test, wanting to classify me as "mentally challenged" so that my grades wouldn't be included in the school's ranking. But the test results showed that my IQ was actually a little higher than most of the students in the class, which made them both angry and helpless, and they were also confused.

In junior high school, my grades were also a mess, and I liked to fidget in class. For this, Liu Ruolan often punished me by making me stand, lock me in class, write self-criticisms, and do chores. But ever since I had a relationship with my older sister during the summer vacation after my first year of junior high, it's like I suddenly had a breakthrough. My memory improved dramatically, and my grades started to rise. In my first year, I was among the bottom students in my class, but by the end of my second year, I was in the middle, which allowed me to stay in Class 3 of the third year. During the summer vacation after my second year, I had another "intimate encounter" with Liu Ruolan. With her tutoring, plus my older sister's guidance at home, my grades jumped to the top ten, and this semester I've consistently maintained a top-six ranking.

Now I'm going to high school, and like my two older sisters, I'll be starting university early. My science grades aren't very good, mainly because my foundation was too weak before, and it's hard to catch up in a short time. I think it's better to study humanities. Although Liu Ruolan teaches English, and with her help, my English grades have improved significantly, I don't really like memorizing vocabulary. I'll probably study accounting like my older sister. I've registered for two subjects, and the exams are in October. I just received the books recently; they're still brand new. I enrolled in two general education courses: "Principles of Marxist Philosophy" and "Legal Foundations and Moral Cultivation." These will be necessary regardless of my final major.

The former is a bit advanced, but I can understand it. I took some of the latter in junior high, so passing both shouldn't be too difficult.

I know that to have a good life, I need to study hard now so I can find a good job later. Although I might have the natural talent to be a gigolo, it's not a lifelong career.

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