[Urban] A Naturally Lucky Playboy (Complete) - 3

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Chapter 14 Being

a gigolo isn't an ideal profession. It has low social status, poor working conditions (firstly, many women are considered unattractive, and secondly, there's the risk of contracting STDs or even AIDS), and it's physically demanding, essentially a job that relies on youth. I read online that the average "working lifespan" in this line of work is three years. After three years, physical strength is exhausted, and one can no longer do the job; some even lose their normal sexual ability.

However, the market entry barrier is low. As long as you're handsome and have "stamina," you can get the job.

For me, it's truly the best candidate for this profession, possessing a natural advantage. As the saying goes, everyone has their own unique talent, and mine is specifically for being a gigolo. My looks are undeniable; from childhood to adulthood, every girl has liked me. I also have five natural treasures: "saliva for beauty," "body fragrance for aphrodisiacs," "an incorrigible tongue," "a jade pestle for good fortune," and "vital energy for beauty." These treasures seem somewhat strange; I don't understand why, perhaps it's related to my unusual background.

The strange things about my body started appearing gradually after I turned ten. It began with "saliva beauty." I slept with my older sister since I was little, and sometimes I'd dream about delicious food. When I woke up, my saliva would be soaking her arm, as if I'd mistaken her hand for something tasty. My sister was both angry and amused; thankfully, I hadn't bitten her. Later, my sister noticed her arms became exceptionally white and smooth, and even the scars from childhood cuts gradually disappeared. After several experiments, it turned out my saliva had miraculous beauty effects, making women's skin delicate and smooth, fading scars, and over time, giving their skin a refined and elegant fragrance. My sister couldn't figure out why and didn't tell anyone, lest I be seen as a monster or used as a guinea pig. From then on, I became my two older sisters' exclusive cosmetic, saving them a lot of money on cosmetics. Colleagues at the hospital often asked my sister what expensive perfumes and beauty products she used. She said she didn't use any, but they didn't believe her, saying it must have been a gift from a wealthy man. My two older sisters were already beautiful, and with my beauty regimen, they became even more radiant. Many CEOs and wealthy men pursued my eldest sister; some sent her flowers daily, picked her up from the hospital in their cars, and others went even further, getting injections of things like immunoglobulin even when they weren't sick, all just to get closer to her.

As I grew older, starting at twelve, I began to emit a faint, delicate fragrance, only noticeable up close. My sisters, after smelling it for a while, would gradually feel their bodies heat up and their hearts flutter. My body odor had become an aphrodisiac, making my older sister afraid to get too close to me and warning me not to get too close to other women, including female classmates.

My eldest sister was ten years older than me, twenty-two at the time, and had been working for several years; she already had many suitors. For my and my second sister's sake, she ignored them, but she was, after all, an adult, and with my lingering fragrance, she couldn't help but feel aroused at night. We slept together, and she would hold me and let me kiss her, basically playing a game of "fake love." But I seemed to have a talent for it, mastering it without a teacher, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure every time. After only a dozen or so times, my oral and manual skills were enough to make her climax every time. My second sister had seen the results of my eldest sister's beauty treatments and also pestered me to do beauty treatments for her. Since I hadn't developed yet, my eldest sister let her have her way, but only to a certain extent. Although we were siblings, we weren't blood relatives, so there weren't many concerns or worries about incest. Two years passed like this, and my two older sisters became even more beautiful. My eldest sister was considered the "hospital beauty" at the hospital, and my second sister, who was two years older than me, was also considered beautiful at school.

By this time, I was 14 years old, and my body fragrance was even stronger. My tongue skills had also improved, making my eldest sister's heart flutter. What used to be a tongue bath once every ten days now happened almost once or twice a week, and she wouldn't stop until she climaxed in my mouth each time. My body has become cool in summer and warm in winter, especially in summer. Since we don't have air conditioning, as long as they sleep close to me, a cool sensation will transfer from their skin to their bodies.

That night was another hot day. My eldest sister and I were lying in bed watching TV. Because of my "air conditioning" effect, we didn't feel too hot. My eldest sister hadn't been able to play with me properly for a long time because my second sister had also been sleeping with us. Usually, she would just let me lick her hands and face for beauty purposes. Today, my second sister went to a classmate's house and wouldn't be back tonight. Smelling my fragrance, she couldn't help but feel a little aroused, and she put her legs up on my body. I understood and knelt down between her legs, gently licking her.

I've been playing the role of my eldest sister's "male concubine" for almost two years now, engaging in these fake love games. At first, because I hadn't developed yet, I didn't feel anything. But now I'm 14 years old, and my body has started to develop. Lately, my little brother has been feeling swollen and hot. I told my eldest sister, and she said it meant I was about to become an adult. I said that when I grew up, I would definitely marry my sister. My older sister said she'd already considered me her little husband.

These past few days, my little brother has been painfully swollen. I heard from some guys in my class that they've all had their "fountain experiment" (nocturnal emissions), and their little brothers have gotten hard several times. Looks like my "fountain experiment" might be coming soon.

I cupped my sister's pink buttocks and skillfully sucked on them. Today, my sister was really wet. Thanks to my care, her vulva was pink and had an alluring fragrance. Even her vaginal fluid was sweet and fragrant, unlike the sour and pungent smell described in books. Her labia gripped my tongue, tightening and loosening, and her vaginal fluid flowed endlessly. I didn't even have time to swallow before my mouth was full. My tongue didn't stop, and my hands weren't idle either. One hand reached for her breasts; my sister's breasts were already erect. I pinched her nipples, squeezing and kneading them, occasionally pulling on them. Before long, my sister couldn't hold back any longer. Her nipples hardened and hardened, like little cherries, and she began to moan softly. Afraid of making too much noise, she bit the pillow and held my hand down, preventing me from squeezing her, yet she couldn't bear to give up that tingling sensation. My other hand caressed her legs and feet. My sister's legs were beautiful, slender and long, smooth and delicate skin from the frequent licking they received. I think my current fondness for kissing women's feet is largely due to my frequent kissing of my sister's legs. When it's hot, I always glance at women wearing high-heeled sandals on the street, especially those with delicate, small feet; I always want to kiss them. Of course, the owner of those beautiful feet has to be a beautiful woman. A few times, I saw women whose backs were so beautiful they looked like angels, but when I chased after them, I felt like throwing up my dinner from the night before. I have a special gratitude for my sister. She hasn't dated anyone because of us; I'm willing to do anything to make her happy. Besides, licking her feet and her vulva isn't too difficult. At first, I felt a little dirty, but then I saw in porn that the female leads seemed to enjoy having men lick their vaginas, so I tried it, and my sister was extremely excited. My body hadn't fully developed yet, so I couldn't do it with real penises, leaving only my hands and tongue as my tools. Comparatively, my sister preferred me to serve her with my tongue. Normally, my tongue could also serve her breasts, but after I licked her, her breasts became even more pointed and full. I was afraid that if this continued, she would become like our Hong Kong version of Amy Yip.

I asked my sister why she wouldn't let me use my fingers, and she shyly said that she liked the hot and swollen feeling when I licked her with my tongue. Sometimes my tongue would curl up and become hard, although it wasn't as hard or long as the real thing, it was more flexible, probing and exploring inside her vagina, which excited her immensely. Plus, my saliva had a beautifying effect on the skin, and licking her vagina had a miraculous aphrodisiac effect, making "lovemaking" with my tongue no less effective than real penises. So, I could lick or caress any other part of my sister's body, but only her vulva and jade feet required my tongue to serve them.

Soon, under my tongue's onslaught, my sister released her yin essence. I felt that her yin essence was particularly cool in my mouth today, and my tongue began to go numb, swell, and harden, harder and longer than ever before. My sister was riding on my head, moving up and down, and with a downward thrust, she pressed her suddenly hardened tongue against mine. With a soft moan, a stream of virgin blood flowed into my mouth. Because I often let her tongue penetrate deep into her vulva, it didn't hurt as much as I had imagined, but I still dared not move too much for a moment. Having lost her virginity, my sister relaxed, stopped to rest for a while, and then slowly continued to play with me.

I swallowed my sister's virgin blood, and felt a heat in my lower abdomen, and my lower body throbbed. Before I knew it, my penis had become erect. My sister, burning with desire, saw my erection and, without a second thought, straddled me, positioning my penis against her vulva and began to masturbate me...

Ever since my sister and I gave each other our first time, she's been even kinder to me. No, my first time was with my sister's vagina, but her first time was with my tongue.

My older sister is a nurse. She knows I shouldn't be too obsessed with sex during puberty, but she can't control herself. Every time she smells my scent, she's aroused. Now that she's tasted the pleasure, she's become addicted and enjoys it immensely. To repay her, I naturally want to keep up with her. At first, we made love almost every night. Later, I discovered my penis could no longer get erect on its own; it only regained its vitality after tasting her love fluid. Furthermore, my penis stopped growing, as if it had stopped growing altogether, and even its color stopped turning black. Fortunately, my testicles and the rest of my body developed normally, which put her at ease. As time went on, aside from my unusual genitals, I developed special abilities like saliva beautifying the skin, skin like an air conditioner, and aphrodisiac scents. Otherwise, nothing seemed amiss, which reassured my sister. She believed these were special abilities I developed after being struck by lightning as a child. I wish I were an alien from another planet, or even from another dimension. My sister said I'd read too many fantasy novels and gone mad. Damn it, what kind of superpower did I have to be a gigolo?

I only knew about female prostitutes before, I never imagined there were male prostitutes, let alone homosexual male prostitutes selling their bodies. My knowledge of male prostitutes mainly comes from a few Hong Kong and Taiwanese films about them. In Taiwan, male prostitutes are generally called "niulang" (牛郎), while in Hong Kong they are mostly called "wu nan" (舞男). Is the nightclub industry in Hong Kong particularly developed?

In the films about wu nan, Simon Yam is an absolute master. I can't believe that a wu nan could be so dashing and charming, driving nice cars and living in nice houses. But the film that influenced me the most was another one, I think it was called "The Story of the Gigolo." The protagonist was unemployed and couldn't find a job, so he became a gigolo out of desperation. A senior colleague asked him to stick out his tongue, looked at his genitals, and said, "With such a long tongue and such a big asset, it would be a waste not to become a gigolo."

I'm quite confident in my tongue skills, as for my assets, they're a useful treasure but not for show. Normally, I'm as small as if I haven't developed at all, but once I get an erection, it surpasses that of an average adult, and its size automatically changes according to a woman's needs. What's more, I have a unique beauty patent; it would be a waste not to become a gigolo. My family is currently relying solely on my sister's income, which is too difficult, and I think this is a good way to make a living.

What truly led me into the gigolo business was the "tutoring incident" before the start of my final year of junior high school. I had an "intimate massage" with Liu Ruolan. In the following school year, she introduced me to three clients. The first was her cousin, a year older than her; her husband had died in a car accident a year prior, leaving her a two-year-old daughter, two million yuan in assets, and a small company. The second was Liu Ruolan's classmate from elementary school to university; her husband had poor health, suffering from impotence and premature ejaculation, making it impossible for him to satisfy her. The third was introduced by Liu Ruolan's cousin. She was a friend and client of her cousin, and they were in the same boat—her husband had died of illness, and she hadn't had any children, leaving behind a large company. She was a major client of Liu Ruolan's cousin's company. It was clearly a case of using me as bait to pull off a "handsome man trap." Another client was Zhang Ning, whom I met after her car accident last year. Initially, I used a tongue bath to remove the scars on her face and legs. The result was predictable; after several full-body tongue baths, she became my "client." She was also the only virgin among my four clients. Women always value their first man highly, and I became Zhang Ning's "favorite."

Chapter 015 People Die for Money

The next day at work, Fang Xiaoyi saw my listless appearance and couldn't help but laugh, "Even if you can't sleep alone, it doesn't have to be like this. Zhang Ning has really ruined things this time. When she gets back, I'll definitely make her keep you company."

"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm studying hard and improving every day."

"You little pervert, studying hard? Oh, you actually brought out books, and they're self-taught? You haven't even finished high school yet, and you're already thinking about going to university. Trying to reach the top in one step?"

"I'm a genius, I can manage both high school and university."

Before the stock market opened, Fang Xiaoyi had the finance department and securities department set up a special account for me, depositing 1 million yuan into it. I didn't go to the securities department; I used the computer on my desk to trade. It was the first time I had so much money on hand, and I didn't know what to do with it. However, I had been trading stocks for a while, and I had a few promising stocks that I had been watching for a long time. They were just starting to rise from the bottom, and their market capitalization was large, making trading easier.

As usual, Fang Xiaoyi first went to the investment department. Each department in the company has its own responsibilities; it's not fair for the boss to personally oversee everything, otherwise what's the point of having department managers? So Xiaoyi returned after her rounds, wanting to see how I trade stocks.

Fang Xiaoyi was a little worried that I, at such a young age, suddenly had a large sum of money and might impulsively buy stocks recklessly, which could be disastrous if I got trapped.

Back when the stock market first emerged in China, it drove countless people crazy. An 8-yuan initial public offering (IPO) stock could surge to 72 yuan in a single day, and a 100-yuan Yuyuan stock reached a peak of 10,000 yuan. Many of today's big players in the stock market made their fortunes back then. People die for money, birds die for food, and many families have been ruined because of it. Some embezzled public funds, some borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates, all flocking to the stock market. During the major stock market crashes of 1994 and 1995, some committed suicide by jumping off buildings, and many more went to jail.

I've been in the stock market for almost three years now, and I'm considered a seasoned investor with some experience. Of course, I don't get carried away. You can't afford to be stubborn with your own money. During

the "May 19th" boom in 1999, tech stocks skyrocketed. Any stock, even those related to the internet, were guaranteed to rise. Even bottled water companies that launched online ordering saw their stocks double. Damn it, who has the time to go online just to buy a bottle of water? You need to know how to use a computer, remember website addresses, and enter a bunch of personal information. With that much free time, I would have just gone out and carried a bottle myself.

I entered the market that year, but I was timid. Seeing tech stocks soaring, I didn't dare chase them, and could only watch helplessly as they rose higher and higher, with even more people buying them. I was just green with envy. Besides, I only started with 3,000 yuan, so I could only pick up large-cap stocks in basic industries. Luckily, I won a lottery, turning my 3,000 yuan into over 10,000 yuan. Later, the market plunged, but my stocks remained resilient, showing resilience against both rises and falls. Currently, I still have 31,000 yuan in my account, only 4,000 yuan less than its peak value.

I've been keeping an eye on some of my selected potential stocks, so now I don't have to agonize over 1,000 stocks anymore. The market has fallen so drastically; it's already severely oversold. If I can seize the opportunity to buy at rock-bottom prices, I could potentially make a profit of at least a limit-up in a week or two, or even a month. I'm optimistic about power stocks, specifically Inner Mongolia Huadian and Tongbao Energy. Their grid connection price is only a few cents, while the price here is 70 cents. It's dropped a bit this year, but it's still over 50 cents, and there's a strong possibility of a price increase. I'm a bit hesitant about auto stocks. Everyone's talking about joining the WTO, but our country's auto industry isn't exactly prestigious; the total national output is less than that of a single foreign company. I picked pharmaceutical stocks, specifically those making traditional Chinese medicine; they shouldn't be too affected by China's WTO accession. I also got some real estate stocks; with housing prices soaring, the profits must be substantial. I still don't want to touch tech stocks; they've fallen from their highs and haven't bottomed out yet.

Fang Xiaoyi saw a piece of paper next to my computer with the stocks I wanted to buy written on it and laughed, "You've been prepared all along. Were you already thinking of borrowing Zhang Ning's chickens to lay eggs?"

"You call Zhang Ning a chicken? I'll definitely tell her when I get back."

"Pah, you're the chicken! Listen to half of what I say."

"I'm a male. Even if I were a chicken, I wouldn't lay eggs. Besides, being a prostitute seems to be a woman's prerogative. I don't want to infringe on that."

"You men even work as gigolos."

"What's wrong with being a gigolo? You can play with women and make money at the same time—a great job that kills two birds with one stone!"

"You little brat, you're so young and already thinking about all sorts of nonsense."

"What nonsense? This is a promising career!"

"Pah! A promising career as a gigolo? Tell me, what kind of career?"

I cleared my throat and took a sip of water, looking like I was about to give a report. "Just say what you want to say, stop pretending."

"Don't rush me, let me clear my throat first."

Xiaoyi sat sideways on my desk, waiting for me to launch into my rant.

"Duck, originally an animal name, is now commonly used as a euphemism for male prostitutes. Other terms include gigolo, male escort, male favorite, and male lover."

"Enough nonsense."

"Male prostitution, as a social phenomenon, has its historical inevitability; it's a natural result of the development of social productivity to a certain level. In primitive society, productivity was extremely low; humans could only satisfy their basic needs for food and clothing, and had no time for sexual enjoyment. Besides, relationships between men and women were very casual back then, especially in matriarchal societies. Men's social status was lower than women's, and women could call any man they fancied. Therefore, matriarchal societies were the nascent stage of male prostitution."

Xiaoyi laughed: "I didn't realize this industry had such a long history?"

"Of course! Later, in patriarchal societies, men's status changed fundamentally; that was the nascent stage of male prostitution."

"Little devil, you're talking about us women again."

Xiaoyi giggled and patted my head.

"In slave society, slaves became the private property of slave owners, who could do whatever they wanted with them without paying any overnight fees. Therefore, there were no true male prostitutes. Even if a male slave was used by his mistress, he wouldn't receive any wages. Some were even sexually exploited by male slave owners, making that the most tragic period for male prostitution. Of course, that was the primitive state of male prostitution, unlike its current flourishing state." (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

) "Haha, when did it develop into what it is now?"

"This is what I'm about to talk about: the social need for male prostitutes. The times call for male prostitutes. With the development of productivity, some people have become wealthy and no longer need to work every day. After eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping their fill, they feel a little empty, a little lost, and begin to think: Who am I? What am I doing here? How can I relieve my boredom? These are questions that male prostitutes need to answer: You are a privileged woman, you are superior to others, and you need men to keep you company. Of course, this refers to upper-class women; men have multiple wives and concubines, and they can't even take care of them all, so their lives become empty. As for lower-class women, due to constant wars, many men have died in battle, leaving behind a large number of young widows who also need the services of male prostitutes."

I took another sip of water, tilted my head back, looked up at the sky, and continued muttering: "As times have developed to this day, more and more... " The more people have nothing to do after a good meal, the more the demand for spiritual fulfillment becomes, no longer a privilege reserved for a minority. One or two male prostitutes alone cannot meet the widespread social needs; therefore, organization is necessary to professionalize and specialize male prostitution. Just as the police emerged in modern states and eventually became indispensable, I believe that besides the level of industrial and agricultural development, another important indicator of a country's modernization is whether it has a professional and highly skilled team of male prostitutes. Currently, the male prostitution industry in our country is still very backward. Those involved haven't received rigorous training, their quality varies greatly, and most are semi-professional amateurs. Their professional level and ethics need improvement.”

Xiaoyi, holding a glass of water, almost spat it out: “It's so important, it relates to the development of a country, and it even involves morality?”

"Just as martial artists must uphold martial ethics, so too must male prostitutes have good professional ethics. That means serving from the perspective of the kindest and most sincere intentions. You must understand that the women who tolerate male prostitutes serving them are all suffering inside. It's like drinking to drown their sorrows or taking painkillers. If you don't treat them with revolutionary humanitarianism, it's tantamount to kicking someone when they're down, robbing them of their money and lives, building your own pleasure on the suffering of others!"

I began to speak with great emotion, and later even squeezed my eyes hard, trying to squeeze out a few tears.

"You little devil, you're talking like it's the truth, even winking and making faces, trying to squeeze out some tears?"

Damn, I got caught. "I got a little emotional as I spoke. Someone always has to make sacrifices, someone always has to become someone else's stepping stone, someone always has to become a sinner in history. Rather than a brutal struggle, let us, those of us with conscience and no lingering attachments, sacrifice ourselves for the greater good. 'With lofty aspirations, we dare to change the world.' Suddenly news arrives that a tiger has been subdued, tears fall like a torrential rain."

Xiaoyi laughed so hard she couldn't drink her water. "You, you're really great, willing to sacrifice your looks for the cause."

"To comfort the lonely and empty hearts of you women, what's a little sacrifice of my looks? Sister Xiaoyi, for you, I wouldn't care about going through fire and water, let alone just accompanying you..."

"Pfft, you, you little devil, you're bringing this up again. Looking for a beating?"

Xiaoyi sprayed water all over my face. She sat sideways on the table next to me, and I ignored her, pressing my face against her skirt to wipe it.

"You're going to die! I won't forgive you for getting my skirt dirty. You little devil, so young but full of mischief. When Zhang Ning gets back, she'll give you a good scolding, otherwise you'll be a nuisance."

I wiped my face with the hem of her skirt, inhaling her delicate fragrance, my heart pounding. She had tried to avoid me wiping her face, squirming, and I had managed to bury her head between her legs, preventing them from closing. Now, I had a complete view of what was under her skirt. She was wearing tiny pink panties today, thin and clinging to her body, her vulva high and prominent, with a few stray hairs peeking out, emitting a captivating scent. I smelled a familiar fragrance, the unique scent from the "tongue bath" I had given her yesterday, a scent that lingered for days. I hadn't expected it to be so effective, working in just one day. It seemed she was likely still a virgin, because my special ability was particularly effective on virgins; otherwise, she wouldn't smell so good after just one time. The thought that Xiao Yi was still a virgin made my heart race even faster.

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, Xiaoyi remained motionless under her skirt. Looking down, she saw that her underwear was completely exposed, and her face turned bright red. "You little devil, get up!"

I hugged her legs, my head buried in the opening of her skirt, wishing she were wearing a tight skirt today, otherwise I would have crawled inside and given her a good tongue-lashing.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Xiaoyi was startled and jumped up, but her body slipped, and my head ended up inside her tight skirt. The skirt was already tight, and with my head stuck inside, I couldn't move. My head was trapped between Xiaoyi's legs, and I couldn't move at all. It was a pity that my mouth wasn't on her honey pot, but kissing her jade legs was still nice.

Xiaoyi put her legs on my back, and her body was half sitting on the table, unable to break free, feeling both ashamed and anxious.

Fang Xiuyun entered, just in time to see us in such an intimate state: my head was buried under Xiaoyi's skirt, Xiaoyi's legs were draped over my shoulders, and her hands were on my head, her face flushed red. Anyone who saw this scene would find it incredibly erotic. When

Xiaoyi saw Fang Xiuyun enter, her face turned even redder; the situation was indescribable. Unable to push me away, she could only swallow her embarrassment and ask Fang Xiuyun for help to pull me out from under her skirt. A designer brand is a designer brand; even with my head inside, it didn't tear—its elasticity was astonishing.

The three of us looked at each other, all blushing. Xiao Yi wanted to explain, but Fang Xiuyun laughed and said, "No need to explain, I understand, I understand. I won't say anything about Yun. You guys continue playing, I'm going out first."

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because now Xiao Yi was in a real bind. She was usually so quiet and reserved, but today she had made such a fool of herself. She was both ashamed and angry, and couldn't help but twist and hit my head and back. "You little brat, you've ruined me today! How am I supposed to face them now? They'll laugh at me to death!"

I was destined to get beaten up; after all, I was the one who started it all. But having just feasted my eyes on what lay beneath her skirt and given her a few kisses on her thigh, it was worth it. Suppressing my smugness, I started paying attention to the stocks again. Xiao Yi dragged over a chair and sat far away from me. Seeing me glance at her again, she said shyly and reproachfully, "Looking at your stocks? If you don't behave, I'll smash your head open and see what's in there. You're so young, how can you be so naughty?"

A million yuan is nothing in the stock market; it wouldn't even make a ripple. By the time the market closed at noon, my million yuan had all turned into stocks. Damn it, if I'm going to play, I'll play big. It's all about the thrill. People die for money, birds die for food. This time, I'm going all in—either make a fortune or lose a fortune. I have a feeling this time my luck will turn around and I'll make a fortune.

Fang Xiaoyi, seeing me buying so relentlessly, said, "Are you crazy for money? Do you think this money is stolen? With your ruthless buying style, do you think you're a stock market god descended to earth?"

I wasn't just buying on a whim; every purchase and sale involved money, and these were carefully selected items. Today, I considered myself a big spender.

Luck was on my side today; the stocks I bought all went up. By the midday close, they had risen by almost a percentage point, outperforming the overall market. I had almost recouped the transaction fees and stamp duty; the rest would be net profit. I proudly said, "I told you I was a stock market god! Look, I made back the transaction fees in half a day!" Fang Xiaoyi retorted, "You little brat, you just had a stroke of luck today. You won't have such good luck again."

Chapter 016: Reunion with an Old Friend

At noon, Fang Xiuyun and the others wanted to go out again. They heard that a new Brazilian coffee shop had opened somewhere and wanted to try it. They asked Fang Xiaoyi if she wanted to go, but Xiaoyi said she had to keep an eye on me and wouldn't go. The girls teased her, telling her to be careful Zhang Ning might get jealous when he got back. Fang Xiuyun, in particular, deliberately winked at Fang Xiaoyi, making Xiaoyi both embarrassed and angry, her face flushed.

There was still an hour before the afternoon market opened, but it didn't matter; the money was all in stocks, and even if she wanted to sell, she'd have to wait until the next day. I browsed various securities websites, hoping to find some insider information.

Fang Xiaoyi sat on the sofa, took off her stockings, and gently massaged her toes.

I glanced at her and noticed the remarkable effects of yesterday's treatment. Her feet, after the "tongue bath," were now white and smooth; the calluses had softened and fallen off, revealing new, tender skin, and the hardened skin on her heels had also softened. The pores on her calves had shrunk, making them look as smooth as a baby's. In comparison, her other leg looked rather lackluster. Seeing me staring at her feet, she pulled her legs back slightly. "You little devil, looking for a beating again? Focus on your stocks, or I'll blindfold you."

I said, "Can't I even look? Sister Xiaoyi, your feet are so beautiful."

Fang Xiaoyi blushed slightly. "I don't know what happened, but after you...after you did that to me yesterday, my skin looks weird, my two feet are different colors. Do you have some kind of special ability? They're so strange. Can you make them the same color?"

A thought flickered in my mind. I'd just given her a tongue bath yesterday; could she be addicted already? While I do enjoy kissing a beautiful woman's feet occasionally, it gets boring after a while. But considering she's still a virgin, I figured I could serve her one more time. Men are always particularly attentive to beautiful women, especially virgins, and Xiaoyi's feet were small and delicate, instantly captivating.

I walked over and said, "Sister Xiaoyi, do you want me to give you a massage again today?"

"I don't want your massage. I haven't even settled the score with you for what Fang Xiuyun saw this morning. How dare you come again?"

Her face turned red again. She's so shy, but I like it. It means she's still a pure and innocent girl.

"I didn't do it on purpose this morning. You jumped up and put your skirt over my head."

"Pah, so it's my fault?"

"It's neither your fault nor mine. It's fate. It means we're destined to be together."

"Destined my foot! You little devil, all you can do is talk."

"My mouth is priceless. Born in the 1980s, it absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, the spirit of heaven and earth; it endured wind and rain, bitterness and hardship; it experienced all the flavors of life, tasted everything; it chewed and swallowed, and finally gained an iron tongue, red lips and white teeth, a fragrant mouth; it can exhale the fragrance of orchids, and can imitate the melodious singing of a hundred birds; it is sweet and moving, like honey; all women in the world, from princesses to rich girls, are loved by everyone, cherished as treasures, kept in their boudoirs, and played with endlessly."

I said so much in one breath, I admire myself. These words, along with what I said this morning, were all inspired by reading novels. Some sentences were even copied verbatim. I never expected my memory to have improved so much. If my elementary school teachers knew, they'd be utterly astonished. It seems the secret to being eloquent is to read more books.

"Hehehe, what did you eat to grow such a mouth?"

"My mouth just loves to eat you, sister."

I lowered my head and took her toe into my mouth.

Xiao Yi's whole body went limp: "Ah, no, Xiao Xin, stop, it's so itchy, don't, don't lick anymore, ah, don't bite..."

My mouth gently nibbled at her toe, while my hands caressed her legs, asking, "Sister Xiao Yi, the beauty effect is pretty good, isn't it? Want me to give you a full-body beauty treatment?"

"Beauty my foot! You want to take advantage of me? You love to play around, I'm going to tell Sister Xiuyun and the others, and let your silver tongue have a real use."

Thinking about how my tongue had been "tongue bathing" all day and was still throbbing, I quickly begged for mercy.

"Xiao Xin, how could this happen? Do you have special abilities? If you opened a beauty salon, your business would definitely boom."

We chatted and laughed, much more intimate than yesterday. My head restlessly moved to her thigh again. Seeing Xiao Yi moaning and panting, lost in passion, I lifted her skirt and thrust inside. The skirt was really tight; it took quite a bit of effort to lift it.

Xiao Yi's whole body suddenly tensed, pushing against my shoulders with both hands. "Ah... Xiao Xin, no, no... hurry... come out."

I didn't care about her. I grabbed Xiao Yi's two round, perky buttocks with both hands, kneading them hard, and kissing her through her pink panties. Her tender lips kept oozing honey, which seeped into my mouth. Xiao Yi said no, but her jade legs slowly wrapped around my shoulders. She moaned and panted softly. My tongue licked, pushed, pierced, sucked, bit, and kissed the outside of her honey hole in various ways, while my hands groped around her legs and buttocks. Because I didn't know her tolerance level, I didn't dare to be too unrestrained, so I could only play guerrilla warfare on her "lower body." Xiao Yi was aroused by the double stimulation of my body fragrance and tongue, and couldn't help but urge in a soft voice, "Quick, I want it..."

Even though there was still a thin layer of underwear between them, Fang Xiao Yi couldn't withstand my stimulation. Her legs kept rubbing against my head, and in just a few minutes, her honey hole contracted sharply, and she released a large amount of vaginal fluid...

I stopped there, not taking it any further. This was the office, and Fang Xiuyun and the others might be back at any time. Besides, I didn't want to have too many intimate relationships with too many women; Zhang Ning was not someone to be trifled with.

Fang Xiao Yi sat up, her face flushed, and glanced at me a few times. "You little devil, you're getting more and more outrageous. If this continues, I'm going to tell Zhang Ning."

I helped her straighten her clothes and laughed, "I'm just trying to help you with your beauty routine, and instead of thanking me, you scold me. I'm so unlucky."

After this intimate contact, Xiao Yi naturally became much closer to me.

"Xiao Xin, what kind of person are you, and how did you meet Zhang Ning?"

I briefly told Xiao Yi some things about my background, omitting, of course, some of my romantic escapades.

"No wonder Zhang's skin looks so good now. It used to be worse than mine. It turns out you're the one causing this."

"Then I'll give you a full-body makeover. I'll make sure you're satisfied, and it's free, plus a free virgin boy."

"Even if your body is still that of a virgin, your mind is definitely not."

Because she didn't see any "physiological reaction" from me yesterday, she thought I hadn't developed yet. She's so innocent. Damn it, what's wrong with sex education these days? Fourteen or fifteen-year-old middle school students are getting pregnant, and she, a twenty-four-year-old college student, knows nothing about it. It seems sex education needs to be improved. But for me, this is best. I'll find another opportunity to get closer to her later.

"Xiao Xin, don't use your special abilities on other women anymore. What if someone finds out and uses you for experiments? That would be troublesome, understand?"

She seemed quite concerned about me, so I naturally agreed, "Okay, from now on I'll only do beauty treatments for you, sister."

"Don't go too far, or Zhang Ning will cause me trouble."

I wanted to kiss her, but she complained that my mouth and face were covered in her semen, blushing and refusing. I had no choice but to sheepishly go to the bathroom to wash my face.

The afternoon wasn't too busy. I'd converted all my money into stocks in the morning, and I was idly browsing online.

"Xiao Xin, give this document to Manager Zhao in the finance department."

Xiao Yi, seeing how bored I was, gave me something to do.

"Didn't she go to Suzhou?"

"She won't be back on a business trip? Hurry up, I still have things to do here."

"I know, I'll be back right away, I won't let my sister miss me."

"Get lost, I won't miss you, you little slut."

I went to the CFO's office, knocked on the door, and walked into the spacious office. I was stunned, not because I saw a woman sitting behind the huge desk, nor because the woman was so beautiful, but because she was my client in Shanghai.

Zhao Lin was also surprised, then laughed: "I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. This time you should agree to spend two months with me, right?"

I could only smile awkwardly: "What a coincidence, we meet again so soon."

Zhao Lin closed the door, pulled me to sit on the sofa, and kissed me: "What, are you unhappy to see me? I didn't expect such a pure girl like Zhang Ning to actually find you to be her gigolo. You really have a lot of charm. How did you two meet? I've seen Zhang Ning looking very interested in you these past few months, I thought she had a boyfriend, I didn't expect it to be you." "Such a little thing."

She whispered in my ear, "Did you trick her into bed too?"

My face turned bright red, and Zhao Lin kissed me again. "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. We'll ask Zhang Ning when she comes back in a few days. When you came to Shanghai, did you work during the day or at night? Or both?"

Seeing my somewhat embarrassed and angry look, she laughed, "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. You're already upset after just a few words. You're with Fang Xiaoyi now, she's a real beauty, you're in luck this time. Have you done anything improper?"

Damn, you know me pretty well.

Her hands were groping me, making me feel uncomfortable all over, and my little brother uncontrollably got hard. Zhao Lin giggled and pinched my pants a few times. "You little devil, you're really something. Of all the men I've met, you're the best."

I couldn't help but feel a little smug. "Of course, don't you know who I am? China's number one gigolo."

Afraid that she would get carried away if she kept playing around, I quickly pulled away from her. "I have to go back."

She touched me a few more times. "If my husband hadn't come back, I wouldn't have let you go tonight."

Seeing that I breathed a sigh of relief, she scolded, "What, am I that scary? Don't worry, there are still more than two months until school starts, there will be plenty of opportunities."

Seeing that I was nervous again, she was both angry and amused.

I put the documents on her desk and fled from her clutches in a sorry state. I thought to myself, what a small world, I ran into this pervert again. Thinking that I would be working in the same company as her for the next two months, I wondered what kind of trouble it would cause. If Zhang Ning found out, it would be even more troublesome. I only borrowed a million, if I angered her, my dream of getting rich would be shattered. Even now, Xiaoyi had just started to show interest in me, and she ruined it all.

When I got off work, Xiaoyi asked me again, "Zhang Ning is coming back the day after tomorrow, so you'll be alone for the next two days."

"Then you can keep me company, you have nothing to do back home anyway."

"Even if I have nothing to do, I won't keep you company, you little pervert."

She then tapped me on the head, laughed

, and walked away. Being alone isn't so bad. These days, I spend my evenings checking stock market news online, reading boring philosophy books, and when I'm tired, I watch movies online, play games, call my sister and Zhang Ning, and chat with online friends. There's not enough time. I've done this high-risk gigolo job once, and I don't plan to do it again. Meeting Zhao Lin, this sadist, has made me terrified of this job.

The next two days were uneventful. Zhao Lin and Fang Xiuyun came to chat with us at noon, so I didn't have a chance to play "happy games" with Xiaoyi. Because my beauty techniques are quite effective, Xiaoyi really wanted me to give her another beauty treatment, but she had no opportunity and was also a little too shy to ask. We've only known each other for two or three days, and I can't exactly ask a man to lick her whole body, can I?

Zhao Lin did hint a few times that I should go to her office, but damn it, would I be stupid enough to walk into the lion's den? I'd rather die than go. Having such a pure and lovely beauty like Fang Xiaoyi as my companion every day, and occasionally making slightly risqué jokes to make her blush, is a pleasure. Although nothing more intimate happens, it's still better than being played by a slut. Zhao Lin can't do anything about it; she can't exactly drag me to bed. I think her husband must be having a hard time these days, maybe even being abused by her. Anyway, they're a pair of lewd people, one willing to hit and the other willing to be hit, and nobody else can interfere.

Chapter 017 The Beauty Returns

Thursday, Zhang Ning and Xu Qing returned from Hong Kong, and Fang Xiaoyi and I went to the airport to pick them up in the afternoon.

Zhang Ning was overjoyed to see me, and disregarding Fang Xiaoyi's presence, she hugged and kissed me repeatedly, making me blush.

The last time we met was during the May Day holiday; she had specifically invited me out before going home, and we had a wonderful evening before reuniting with her parents.

I looked at her and said, "Sister, you're so beautiful."

She wore a purple dress, looking mysterious and elegant, like a college student, not at all like the CEO of a large company. She skipped several grades in elementary school, graduated from university at 21, and has been working for three years now. Unlike me, if it weren't for the nine-year compulsory education system, where schools send students regardless of their ability, I would have repeated grades many times. Now, even repeating a grade requires connections—it's outrageous!

Zhang Ning laughed, pulling my hand, "You're always trying to make me happy."

"How could I possibly flatter you? You're so beautiful, sister. Look, so many people are looking at you, 100% double-takes. Good thing you bumped into something."

Zhang Ning was confused by my words, turning her head to see a man who had been staring at her, having bumped his head on a pillar, getting up from the ground looking disheveled. She couldn't help but giggle, "He's injured, and you're gloating."

"Who told him to be so lecherous? He's lucky he didn't knock himself unconscious."

"You're no better yourself. Hey, where are you looking? That's my cousin! You've got some nerve, daring to look at other women in front of me. Wait till we get back, I'll teach you a lesson."

Xu Qing walked over, followed by Chen Fei. Xu Qing was tall, appearing to be an inch taller than Fang Xiaoyi, probably around 175 centimeters, and half a head taller than me. I'm 16 years old this year, still developing, and only a little over 160 centimeters, which is a bit short for my class. Compared to her, I felt even more discouraged.

Xu Qing's face was cold, without a trace of a smile, and coupled with her face, which was even more beautiful than Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi, it gave off an unapproachable feeling. I've been around women for a while, but seeing her, for some reason, I didn't have any lustful thoughts. Even my little brother is hiding obediently at home, too cowardly to show his face.

Zhang Ning introduced me to Xu Qing: "Cousin, this is my little brother whom I took in at home, Xiao Xin, who came to work at the company during the summer vacation."

I greeted Xu Qing: "Hello, cousin."

Xu Qing glanced at me, gave a curt reply, parted ways with Zhang Ning, and drove away. Damn it, she looks down on me so much.

Although Zhang Ning was my "client," she never treated me like a gigolo; we were more like siblings and lovers. Sometimes, thinking that she would eventually get married, I felt a pang of jealousy.

That night, I naturally checked out of the hotel and moved into Zhang Ning's place. She had a luxury apartment in downtown Shanghai all by herself.

As soon as we entered, she threw herself into my arms: "Xiao Xin, I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"

I hugged her, her body soft and warm. "Of course I missed you, even my little brother missed you."

"Pah, you never say nice things, you filthy bastard. While I was away, did you get together with other women?"

"How could I? I only need Sister Ning; I don't even glance at other women."

Honestly, even if I did, unless you caught me red-handed, I would have insisted, "No!" "Hmph, then why were you staring at my cousin so lecherously at the airport? You little pervert, you're so naughty." She 'd gone too far with her boasting

. I asked, "Are you tired? Shall we take a shower first?" Zhang Ning hummed in agreement, then buried her head in my chest, holding me tightly. I felt as if I were receiving a divine decree, my heart pounding. I pulled the beautiful woman close, and with a shy, soft "Ah," I quickly walked towards the bathroom. Once inside, the beauty showed no sign of letting go, not even intending to get down. I knew she was shy; even though we'd slept together many times, she was still a little timid. I could only hold her, turn on the tap to fill the bathtub, and then sit on the edge. "The water's almost ready, sister," I whispered softly in her ear. She trembled slightly, not daring to lift her head. I leaned down, gently pushing her arms aside with my head, and accurately captured her lips, which were now breathing rapidly. She immediately returned the kiss passionately, her face as red and burning as a ripe apple, her eyes still tightly closed. I slowly kissed my way down her lips, her delicate chin, her slender neck… When I reached her breasts, I mischievously kissed them deeply. She let out a soft moan, her body going limp. I seized the opportunity to move down to her waist, using my teeth to untie the belt of her skirt, revealing her fair body clad only in a light purple bra and panties. As I admired her undulating, shapely figure, I gently placed her in the water. The water slowly rose over her body, reaching her neck. Only her breasts remained erect. Perhaps stimulated by the water, her purple bra was pushed high, and those two mounds of soft jade, brimming with boundless vitality, seemed to be struggling to break free of their cages… Damn it, I couldn't take it anymore! I quickly stripped off all my clothes, stepped into the bath, scooped her up, and half-lay myself beneath her, pulling her onto my lap. With practiced ease, I launched into a passionate kiss on her lips. In her dazed state, I removed the last layer of protection from her chest and then entered her "fortress." Supporting her limp body with one hand, I suckled at her bright red nipples and firm breasts. She moaned incessantly. Her breasts grew fuller and firmer, the nipples swelling to the size of cherries. I freed one hand and began to caress her skin, slowly moving downwards. As my hand gradually touched her full buttocks, she sensitively twisted her body. I pressed her back against my body, freeing my other hand to remove the last obstacle. Gently pulling her panties down to her knees, she cooperatively bent her legs so I could thoroughly "eliminate" her. To reward her "cooperation," I kissed her slightly swollen lips again, taking her tongue into my mouth as well, while my hands began to attack her "headquarters," brushing over her "lush" honeyed vulva. Her body trembled involuntarily, and she buried her head behind my shoulder in embarrassment, letting her bulging breasts press tightly against my chest. I pulled her hand over, letting it touch my increasingly aroused little brother. I gently pressed her vulva, already feeling the slippery liquid flowing from that mysterious cave. I immediately shifted my focus to her clitoris among the pubic hair. Rubbing the increasingly swollen protrusion, the lubricant in her vulva flowed more and more; I knew it was time. Then, I adjusted my position, letting my little brother press against the entrance, and then, with my already erect penis, I rubbed it against the edge of her opening. She couldn't bear this stimulation that struck deep into her nerves, gritting her teeth and moaning softly. I turned my head and kissed her lips, my lower body thrusting forward, ready to plunge my penis into her honey pot. Zhang Ning hummed in response, opening her eyes: "Not here, let's go back to bed, okay?" What a spoilsport! At this crucial moment, she gave me a sudden stop. I was both amused and exasperated, so I quickly dried us both off and carried her back to bed. My little brother was now thriving, standing tall and throbbing painfully. We could have played around in the bath earlier, but we had to change locations halfway through. Although Zhang Ning and I had been intimate, she was still reserved and incredibly shy in bed. But I liked it; I think every man likes his woman to be gentle and considerate. Although men generally hope that women are "ladies in public, but harlots in bed," accepting a woman like Zhao Lin probably requires a certain amount of courage. My little brother began to stir again outside her honey pot, and Zhang Ning, with her eyes closed, gently embraced me. Overjoyed, I was about to make my move when Zhang Ning opened his eyes, smiling, and said, "No, I need to check first." He grabbed my penis and stroked it a few times. I chuckled inwardly, "I knew you'd have this trick up your sleeve. You think you could tell?" My foreskin is a bit long, usually covering the glans completely. When I'm with a woman, retracting it feels like losing my virginity, though not too bad. After a few strokes, it's fine. If I have sex frequently, it doesn't shrink much, but if I don't have sex for about ten days, the foreskin shrinks back down. My sister has suggested circumcision several times, but I refused. Having the glans exposed every day is unsightly and reduces its sensitivity. Although it hurts a little when I retract it, it only lasts for a few seconds. Besides, the foreskin piling up on the penis, rubbing against a woman's sensitive areas, is even more stimulating. My older sister said I'd rather endure prolonged pain than minor pain; a surgery would heal in two or three days, but I stubbornly refused. A few days ago, when Zhao Lin raped me, my foreskin was torn, but since my saliva is good for women's beauty, it's no problem for healing my own little brother. Zhang Ning saw that my foreskin was tightly covering my glans, and she couldn't retract it even with her gloved hand, so she was quite satisfied: "Good thing you're being honest, otherwise, hmph." She gently pinched my testicles. I could no longer suppress my lust and pounced on her… As she gradually adjusted, I slowly increased the pace, and at the same time, I once again assaulted her swollen breasts. Lewd moans and groans escaped her lips from time to time... Her narrow, honeyed orifice tightly enveloped my penis, giving me a pleasurable sense of "urgency." So, I thrust my hips even harder, letting my penis repeatedly and powerfully slam against the inner walls of her honeyed orifice, forcing the flower bud deep inside to squeeze out more love juice... Before long, she let out a scream, her uterus contracted, and I took advantage of the situation to press against her flower bud, grinding hard, and a stream of hot fluid suddenly shot out from deep within, drenching my glans "head and face," making me extremely passionate.

Of course, it wasn't that easy for me. After she climaxed at least five or six more times, I finally finished. And that was only because I saw she couldn't take it anymore, so I "released" her early. The bed was already a mess. I quickly tidied up and carried her to the bathroom…

Finally, we lay on the bed in each other's arms again. I lay on her lower abdomen and saw that her vulva was red and swollen. I stuck out my tongue and licked her private parts, eliciting a shy moan from her. I became even more excited, sometimes gently biting her clitoris, sometimes licking the trickling stream that was starting to overflow from her vulva. She weakly broke free from my strange tongue and hugged my head, "Stop playing around, I… I can't take it anymore."

Seeing her shy and helpless appearance, I had no choice but to stop and crawled down to sleep beside her.

Zhang Ning's face was still flushed. Looking at me, she suddenly chuckled softly, her face turning even redder.

I reached out and wiped my face; it was wet with her vaginal fluid, and there were two hairs that had fallen from her genitals stuck to my lips. No wonder she laughed. A sudden impulse

struck me, and taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I kissed her small lips. "Let you laugh, let you taste what your own juices taste like." Zhang Ning's face flushed red, both shy and angry. She jumped down and chased after me, hitting me playfully. We laughed and joked for a while before finally going to sleep.

The next day at work, Zhang Ning had some difficulty walking. Seeing this, the other women naturally imagined what had happened the day before.

I lived with her, and we were living a seemingly happy married life. Although she was eight years older than me and we had known each other for a year, she was still shy and gentle with me in bed. We were both gigolos, but compared to Zhao Lin, our situations were vastly different—one was in heaven, the other in hell.

Chapter 018: A Turn of

Fortune. Luck really does come when you least expect it.

Less than a week after I bought the stocks, I encountered a major piece of good news: the plan to stop reducing state-owned shares was halted.

As soon as the news came out, the entire market opened on Monday. My initial investment of 10,000 yuan had already started to profit by 20,000 to 30,000 yuan last weekend, and this immediately added more than 100,000 yuan to my account. I grinned from ear to ear, boasting to Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi about my brilliant calculations.

On Tuesday, as soon as the market opened, I immediately sold my shares at a high price. Since many stocks opened at their daily limit, I sold them all at the peak. In total, I recovered a little over 1.18 million yuan, netting a profit of over 180,000 yuan. Adding this to the fact that I had also sold all my existing stocks, I suddenly had over 220,000 yuan, making me a moderately wealthy person.

However, money has depreciated somewhat now, so this 220,000 yuan wasn't particularly exciting. Ten years ago, that money in the bank would have earned over 20,000 yuan in interest annually, enough for a family to live on, considering that the average annual income back then was only a few thousand yuan. But now, in the bank, the annual interest is a paltry 5,000 yuan, plus interest tax, while income levels have already exceeded 10,000 yuan. And the housing prices in the city center—three years ago they were 2,000-3,000 yuan, now they've jumped to over 5,000 yuan, making it impossible for salaried workers to afford a house.

My older sister has a good eye for business. Several years ago, she borrowed money to buy several secondhand houses, and in the past two or three years, she's made a considerable profit. Now, she has a registered pharmacist certificate (not many people at her hospital can pass this exam) and a bachelor's degree in pharmacy. Besides being the head nurse in the special care ward, she's also a member of the pharmacy committee. Everyone knows about the shady practices in hospital drug procurement these days. Although she's not directly involved, she still benefits to some extent. Our lives have only improved in the last two or three years. My middle school entrance exam results came out a few days ago, but I've been busy playing the stock market and spending time with Zhang Ning, so I forgot about it. I called to check my score first. I really exceeded my expectations this time; my score just passed the cutoff for No. 1 Middle School and met the minimum score requirement for No. 5 Middle School's "special admission for self-funded students."

The admission process for No. 1 and No. 5 Middle Schools started the day before yesterday, Monday. Today is Wednesday, and the second round of admissions might already be over, so I quickly called Liu Ruolan to ask about the admissions.

"So you still remember to call me? I thought you'd completely forgotten about me. Were you out having too much fun with Zhang Ning?"

"I could forget anyone but you, my sister."

Of course, I was making the call behind Zhang Ning's back, but Fang Xiaoyi was right next to me. That girl, she really loves eavesdropping on my calls. She whispered in my ear, "You dare forget Zhang Ning? You've got some nerve. Be careful, or I'll tell her."

"I don't believe you. Are there other women with you? I heard women talking."

I was startled. "I'm at the company. Of course there are women talking in the office. Sister Ruolan, how did I do on the exam?"

I had to change the subject quickly.

"If I hadn't been watching you, would you have done so well?"

Good grief, all the credit went to her.

"Yes, yes, Sister Ruolan, which school did I get accepted into?"

"Of course, it's No. 5 Middle School."

"No way, I'm so far behind, how can I still get into No. 5 Middle School? Is it a special admission for self-funded students? I don't have the money to pay the sponsorship fee."

It's easy for her to say, but she's almost 10 points short, that'll cost at least 70,000 or 80,000 yuan.

"Don't cry about being poor. Don't worry, we've already paid for it all for you, so don't worry. There's military training before school starts, don't forget, remember to call."

It seems I've sold myself to them for three years of high school.

After hanging up, Fang Xiaoyi smiled and said to me, "Looks like you're quite popular, you don't even need to pay for school."

"Then, sister, will you help me pay my tuition?"

"With Zhang Ning paying for you, do you need me?"

Xiaoyi turned her head to look at me, her little face slightly red, and I couldn't help but be tempted. Since I gave her two "foot baths" last week, I've either been busy trading stocks or had Fang Xiuyun and Zhao Lin around. Then Zhang Ning came along, and I haven't had a chance to be alone with her. Zhang Ning was out today, so it was just the two of us in the office. Was she hinting at something? "Sister Xiaoyi, are you free at noon? I'd like to give you a nice beauty treatment."

Xiaoyi blushed even more and left with her folder. I thought there was a chance; not denying it meant she was admitting it. We shared an office, and she occasionally exuded a faint fragrance; it was hard to guarantee she wouldn't be attracted. I was quite satisfied with this special ability of mine.

It's T+1 now; I sold my stocks yesterday, and the money arrived in my account today. I took my profits and secured them, having Zhao Lin transfer 1 million back to Zhang Ning's account. The remaining 180,000 was my bountiful harvest from this short week. I wanted Zhao Lin to transfer 160,000 of this profit into my securities account, adding it to my original funds to make a round 200,000. I planned to transfer the rest to my bank card to pay tuition. Someone else had paid the sponsorship, but tuition was still unavoidable.

Zhao Lin drove me to the bank to transfer money. Sitting in the car, I asked, "Sister Lin, are you trying to take advantage of me again?"

Zhao Lin looked at me with her bright eyes: "You little devil, you're quite clever."

Didn't I know? For the transfer, you could just have someone else do it. Why make an excuse about not knowing my account number and password? Couldn't you have asked? Clearly, she saw Zhang Ning was out this morning and wouldn't be back until the afternoon, so she wanted to find an opportunity to come out with me. Sure enough

, after the transfer was done, Zhao Lin took me straight to a hotel and booked a room for an hour. Looks like her husband couldn't satisfy her again.

As soon as we entered the room, Zhao Lin pounced on me on the bed. "My little devil, I've missed you so much!"

I was pinned down, barely able to breathe. "Sister Lin, your husband's back, isn't he? Why does he still seem unsatisfied?"

"It's all your fault, you little devil! Ever since we played together, my husband has been even less able to satisfy me in bed. He finishes in no time."

This past week, Zhao Lin felt her libido had increased, and her skills in bed had greatly improved. Her husband, already no match for her, was now completely defeated. She even sought out a male escort she knew before, a man with exceptional "kung fu" skills, but he too quickly succumbed.

I don't have many clients. Besides Liu Ruolan and her classmate, who are married, the others are all single. I never imagined that having sex with them would affect men. Now that I think about it, Liu Ruolan did mention a few times that her husband's performance in bed was much worse than before. Her classmate's husband suffers from impotence and premature ejaculation, so there's no comparison. I never imagined I had this self-destructive ability. It seems I should avoid messing with married women in the future; destroying other people's family "sexual happiness" is no good.

She took off both her and my clothes, grabbed my head, and forced it between her legs.

Damn it, she wants to play this sadomasochistic game again? I don't want to drink your urine anymore. I came to this hotel with you today not for you to play with. I want some excitement too, to make up for the humiliation last time, to get revenge.

I forcefully pulled away from her crotch, wiping the semen from my face. I wonder how many men she's slept with these past few days. I hope I don't get syphilis on my lips.

I grabbed the belt and slapped her snow-white buttocks a few times. Since I didn't know how to swim, I didn't dare use too much force, lest she get angry. Afraid she would resist, I pressed down on her and tied her hands behind her back with the belt. I also pinched her pointed breasts, and Zhao Lin cried out in pain, but her face showed no anger. "What kind of movies have you been watching, kid? Want to play SM?"

I saw her still smiling and thought to myself, this stinky woman not only likes torturing men, but also likes to be tortured by men; she really has a dual personality.

I pressed her head between my legs. "Last time I drank your pee, today it's your turn to drink my virgin pee."

My little brother was standing tall. These past two days, although my little brother sometimes still needed to drink Zhang Ning's holy water, it could stand up on its own. It felt so good to be self-reliant. It seems Xiao Yi's contribution was significant; I should repay her properly when I have time.

Zhao Lin laughed, "Are you still a virgin?"

I blushed. "You dare talk back? I'm not over 18, of course I'm still a virgin."

I brought my penis to her mouth. "Open your mouth."

"Aren't you afraid I'll eat your little brother?"

Without any politeness, she swallowed my penis whole and started stroking it.

It seemed Zhao Lin had only ever been served by men before, never by men. Her "oral skills" were very clumsy; she just knew how to hold it tightly and stroke it, without any variety. She didn't know anything about "deep throat" or anything like that. My penis kept getting touched by her teeth, causing a dull ache. I lost interest in her oral sex. If I accidentally got bitten, that would be terrible.

I'd rather play something else. I've never liked playing sadomasochistic games, so I lack knowledge in that area. I couldn't let Zhao Lin teach me; that would be too embarrassing. There was no way I could just whip her randomly with a belt. I'd heard that sadomasochism was an art; just whipping her required mastering timing, rhythm, force, method, and direction, and you also had to analyze the other person's tolerance and feelings. Damn, it was like needing to be an expert in physics, psychology, and physiology!

I straddled her back, twisting her pink buttocks until she cried out in pain, then gently stroking them until she laughed from the ticklishness—that was the carrot and stick approach. Then I made her lie face down on the edge of the bed, raising her pink buttocks high, revealing her pink vulva and anus completely exposed. I didn't want to play any anal sex; it was too disgusting. I took my pen and gently traced lines on her anus with the barrel. Zhao Lin's buttocks clenched and clenched, her waist twisting. "No, Xiao Xin, stop it, it's so itchy!"

I didn't care about her discomfort; I straddled her back to prevent her from moving, my head pressed against her pink buttocks, watching her anus contract and relax under the stimulation of my pen. I slowly inserted the pen a little, playing with it in and out. Zhao Lin twisted even more violently, her vaginal fluids dripping continuously, soaking the sheets. The scene was truly fucking obscene. I couldn't resist biting her pink buttocks and gently licking between her hips.

Zhao Lin couldn't take it anymore, suddenly twisting her body. Caught off guard, I was thrown onto the bed, the pen falling to the floor. Although Zhao Lin's hands were bound, her legs were strong, and she quickly pinned me down. "Little brat, you're still too green to mess with me. Don't you know I've practiced judo and women's self-defense?"

Damn it, I forgot about that. I should have tied her feet to the bed frame too, just for safety. What's with all this women's self-defense? I think I should learn men's self-defense. Meeting a female pervert like you is really unlucky.

I was hoping to get revenge for yesterday, but in the end, I was subdued by her. Luckily, her hands were still bound, so she couldn't do anything else. At most, she could only ride on top of me and "rape" me. She sat on my head with her pink buttocks, pressing her honey pot against my mouth. Her juices covered my face and head, and I had no choice but to "endure the humiliation" and lick her honey pot. Her hands were tied behind her back, leaving her helpless. She writhed as I licked her. I grabbed her pink buttocks, and taking advantage of her enjoyment, I suddenly pushed her up, pinning her to the bed and tying her hands to the headboard. "Damn it, you think you're invincible just because you know judo? I still managed to take you down." Zhao Lin smiled, "What, still want revenge?" You

bitch, still so stubborn. I pressed down on her, thrusting with all my might. Zhao Lin moaned and groaned, "Good brother, harder, harder... ah..."

"What did you call me? Call me brother."

"Okay, good brother... brother, good husband..."

Damn it, I don't want to be your husband, that would be like cuckolding myself.

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