[Urban] A Naturally Lucky Playboy (Complete) - 4

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Chapter 019 Playing Both Sides

Back at the company, it was already afternoon. Fang Xiaoyi sat opposite me, head down, writing documents, ignoring me.

I asked, "Sister Xiaoyi, I had something to do at noon and went out with Sister Lin. I didn't give you a massage. Are you angry?"

"What happened? Did you go to give Zhao Lin a full-body massage? Humph."

"No, I just asked Sister Lin to transfer money for me." "

Who are you trying to fool? Look how happy Zhao Lin was when she came back with you. She still smells your scent."

It seems my scent gave me away. Women I've slept with all carry my body fragrance, which lingers. These past few days, Fang Xiaoyi often smelled my scent on Zhang Ning, and even her own legs, which I had kissed, still had a faint fragrance. Today, smelling the strong scent on Zhao Lin, how could she not know about us?

"You're really bold. Having Zhang Ning wasn't enough; you dare to go and flirt with other women."

I could only smile awkwardly, pretending to look at stock quotes.

Suddenly, I felt something lightly touching my genitals. I reached out and grabbed it, only to find myself holding Xiaoyi's foot, which was wearing light blue sandals. My heart pounded. She glanced at me impassively from across the room, and I pretended nothing was wrong. Her foot gently pulled back, and I watched as she bent down. After a while, my genitals were pressed against her foot again, and she gently rubbed it. It turned out she had taken off her sandals. My hand grasped her foot. Her foot, clad in flesh-colored stockings, looked so smooth and delicate. I gently stroked it, and her toes kept wriggling against my genitals. My penis swelled up, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. At noon, Zhao Lin and I only played for about half an hour because of time constraints. She had had her fill, but I was still unsatisfied. I pinched her toes and gently tickled the sole of her foot. Her foot jerked back. She looked up at me and chuckled softly.

Damn it, wasn't she deliberately seducing me? If this weren't an office, and I wasn't afraid someone would come in, I'd really want to take her right there and then. Never mind, I bent down, crawled under the desk, and started kissing Xiaoyi's legs… Because I was afraid someone would come in, I could only stop there, using my hands and tongue to caress her until she climaxed. That was my way of repaying her for making my little brother regrow on his own.

I'd only just sat back down when Zhang Ning came back. What a close call! But seeing Fang Xiaoyi's flushed face, her underwear soaked, and her restless posture, I couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing Zhang Ning wasn't paying attention, Fang Xiaoyi kicked me under the desk.

Now that I have over 200,000 yuan, my future is secure, so I don't need to find any more "new clients." Honestly, Zhang Ning, Liu Ruolan, and the others are enough for me to handle; they all treat me like their wives. So I absolutely refuse to buy a cell phone, otherwise I'd be completely tied down. Zhang Ning even wanted to give me a MMS phone, which would be terrible! What if I was in a "critical moment" and she asked me to take a "live work photo" and send it to her? Wouldn't that give me away?

A few days later, the stock market started its steady decline again, and I naturally had another chance to boast about how wise I was to exit the market.

My job is really quite leisurely. I don't have to work during the work hours; I can trade stocks. I can read and study during lunch breaks. The beautiful women

in the company are all top students from prestigious universities—Tsinghua, Shanghai Jiao Tong, Zhejiang, Nanjing—teaching me, a near-high school student, is child's play. I just need to keep them happy; I don't even have to pay for tutoring. I've gotten to know the girls in the company well, and we often joke around. Women, like men, like to talk about relationships. The girls have noticed my relationship with Zhang Ning, so naturally, I've become their main target.

It's Friday. After finishing our work in the morning, we chatted at noon, discussing where to go for the weekend.

Xu Qing didn't come today; she went to Suzhou for an inspection, as many of the company's production bases are located there. Xu Qing's hometown is in Suzhou, so she took the opportunity to go home. She and Zhang Ning are really close cousins; their fathers were comrades in the army and apparently even saved each other's lives, making them practically brothers-in-arms. After being discharged, they each married the other's sister, becoming very close relatives. Thinking about it, Zhang Ning and Xu Qing's relationship is quite complicated. For example, Zhang Ning's father is her uncle's brother-in-law, and her uncle's brother-in-law's brother-in-law is also her uncle. You can do the math; if you jokingly call them that, it could be a tongue twister. It

's best she doesn't come; she always has this aloof, cold demeanor that makes people afraid to approach. I secretly call her "Holy Maiden," a nickname derived from the actress with the same name, who, at her age, still plays Ren Yingying, turning a young girl into a young woman, which is quite unpleasant. I didn't dare speak loudly in front of her; I felt like a cult disciple meeting a holy maiden. But she's had a tough time. She'd only been married a year, and her husband had been in a car accident six months ago, becoming a vegetable and lying unconscious in a Hong Kong hospital. Xu Qing and Zhang Ning's trip to Hong Kong this time, besides business, was mainly to visit him. Apparently, witnesses saw a car chasing closely behind at the time of the accident, and the brake lines had been tampered with, raising the possibility of murder. The police have launched an investigation.

Zhao Lin looked at me and laughed, "Xiao Xin, why do you look so listless? Didn't you sleep well? Sleep deprivation is bad; you're still growing, you can't overwork yourself."

The women all laughed, looking at Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning blushed, "Why are you looking at me like that? I made sure he got some sleep."

Zhao Lin laughed, "It's precisely because you made him sleep that he's so exhausted."

The women couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Zhang Ning then realized her mistake and protested, "Sister Lin, you're so mean."

These past few days, I've been exhausted, while Zhang Ning is full of energy, her skin even smoother. That damned special ability—all the benefits go to the woman; it's basically "nourishing yin but not yang."

Zhao Lin laughed, touching Zhang Ning's hand, "How wonderful it is to be nourished by love! Your skin becomes as delicate as a baby's, unlike our rough hands and feet."

"Well, aren't you nourished too? Brother Dai loves you so much, he wants to be with you every step of the way."

I thought to myself, he really does need to be with me every step of the way, otherwise I don't know how many more times I'll be cuckolded. Suddenly, I remembered his surname is Dai; could his name be Green Hat?

Zhao Lin saw my strange smile and couldn't help but tap me on the head: "You little rascal, what are you doing, adults talking to children?"

Fang Xiaoyi laughed, "Xiao Xin isn't a child anymore; at least our Miss Zhang treats him like an adult."

"You're going to die, Xiaoyi, you're talking to me too!"

The two wrestled together, laughing and joking endlessly.

After work, Zhang Ning dragged me, Fang Xiaoyi, and Zhao Lin to the judo gym. They were all senior members, and the four of them had a private area.

I couldn't really tell the difference between karate and judo; they were both hand-to-hand combat. Karate looked like Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), while judo was more like wrestling.

I changed into my training clothes. It was a rare opportunity to openly hug and cuddle with the beautiful Fang Xiaoyi, and she couldn't say anything if I did. Unfortunately, while my idea was good, our skill levels were too far apart. I heard Fang Xiaoyi was almost a black belt, and the other two were quite good too. I tried to hug one of the beauties as soon as I entered the ring, but before I could even get close, I was thrown around like a backpack. I tried to grab her leg, but was kicked two meters away. Luckily, Xiaoyi didn't use too much force, and there was a soft mat on the ground, otherwise I would have been in serious trouble. I tried to pounce and hug her, but missed every time, ending up with a sore back and aching waist from all the falls. I had no choice but to beg for mercy. Fang Xiaoyi smiled and pressed closer again, "Trying to run? Not so easy. Take

another hit from my backpack." She grabbed my collar and turned me around. I was afraid of being thrown around, so in a moment of quick thinking, I reached out and hugged her, my two hands landing on either side of her breasts. Fang Xiaoyi stiffened, and I took the opportunity to trip her. She fell, but in mid-air, she twisted and pinned me down.

I still held her breasts tightly with both hands, their nipples firm and soft, so comfortable. Fang Xiaoyi's face was flushed, and she felt weak all over. I laughed and said, "Didn't expect this, did you? You've got a day like this."

Fang Xiaoyi struggled to get up, but it wasn't that easy. I held on tightly, my arms filled with her warm fragrance; how could I let go so easily?

Fang Xiaoyi's face was red as she begged, "Okay, I give up, you, you let go."

Her body twisted in my arms, but suddenly she froze. My little brother, at that inopportune moment, hardened, pressing against Xiaoyi's buttocks, throbbing. Xiaoyi's whole body went limp, without any strength.

Zhang Ning and Zhao Lin noticed something was wrong, and seeing Fang Xiaoyi and me both blushing, they couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Xiaoyi forcefully broke free from my embrace, leaned down and lightly patted my still-erect penis: "You naughty thing."

Zhao Lin suppressed a laugh: "It's not naughty, Zhang Ning likes it the most."

Zhang Ning protested: "Sister Lin, why are you bringing it up again? You're the naughty one."

After playing for a while, I was covered in sweat and quickly went to shower. The three of them were in one shower stall, and I was in another. Just as I was showering, Zhang Ning suddenly came in completely naked. I was startled: "No way, right here..."

I didn't expect the usually quiet Zhang Ning to suddenly become so unrestrained today.

Zhang Ning grabbed my erect penis and dragged me into the women's bathroom. Zhao Lin and Fang Xiaoyi were also startled. Fang Xiaoyi hurriedly covered her body with her hands, but covering her upper body exposed her lower body, and covering her lower body exposed her breasts. "Oh no, Zhang Ning, how did you let Xiao Xin in?"

Zhang Ning laughed, "This kid is too powerful. I can't handle him by myself. I want you two to help me."

These days, Zhang Ning and I have been spending every night together. Although I have given Zhang Ning all the pleasures of life, and it has also had a wonderful effect on her beauty and health, it has also made her a little powerless. Every time we go to bed, I can last for more than an hour without falling down. Zhang Ning was fine at first, but after a few days, she said she couldn't take it anymore. Women are very sensitive between men and women. Although she didn't see what happened between me, Zhao Lin, and Fang Xiaoyi with her own eyes, she could tell from our subtle expressions and my body fragrance what was going on. Zhang Ning was willing but unable. She couldn't handle me by herself, so she might as well do me a favor. In the future, the two of them would work hard for her.

Zhao Lin didn't say it, but she was secretly overjoyed. Fang Xiaoyi was initially shy and reluctant, but after being persuaded by Zhang Ning and Zhao Lin, she half-heartedly gave in.

Zhao Lin was really impatient, afraid that Fang Xiaoyi would regret it, so she immediately went to Zhang Ning's house and made Fang Xiaoyi and me consummate our marriage...

The next day, Fang Xiaoyi woke up and looked at me beneath her, still feeling like she was dreaming. Only the lingering pain in her lower body and the spots of blood on the bed told her that it was all real. Seeing me awake and looking at her lustfully, she was both angry and resentful. She lowered her head and bit my shoulder: "You little rascal, why were you so rough yesterday? Don't you know it was my first time?"

"It's because you threw me so hard yesterday, of course I had to get my revenge."

"Fine, try to find your balance here, I'll make you fall to your death."

We wrestled together on the bed.

Xiao Yi nestled against me, gently stroking my face: "Xiao Xin, you little monster! I... I don't know what happened, but I've fallen for you. You can't bully me in the future."

How could I dare? I'm too busy liking you to even think about it. A stunningly beautiful woman liking me is largely thanks to my alluring fragrance. Otherwise, with her looks, even a hundred years from now, I, a middle school student shorter than her, wouldn't be a match for her.

Zhang Ning had prepared breakfast outside: "Newlyweds, come out for breakfast."

Zhao Lin went home after our wild night. Marrying a beautiful woman isn't necessarily a blessing; you have to be constantly wary of her joining the army and being cuckolded. Looks like a younger brother is the real deal.

Fang Xiaoyi blushed and went out, saying shyly, "Zhang Ning, you really are something, teasing me like that. How could I have such a mischievous friend?"

Zhang Ning laughed, "Aren't we supposed to share happiness? This little devil is a treasure in bed, so much fun."

After breakfast, Zhang Ning asked, "How are you planning to celebrate your wedding this weekend?"

This made Fang Xiaoyi blush again.

Fang Xiaoyi had originally planned to go to Chongming Island this weekend. She was from Beijing, born into a military family, the daughter of a high-ranking official. Chongming had the 28th Air Division and an Air Force command post. One of her grandfather's former subordinates was now the head of the logistics department there, and she often went to the shooting range to play with guns. She never expected that this quiet girl would love playing with weapons so much, practicing judo and shooting guns. Whoever marries her will have to be quite skilled in both hands and in bed to handle her. Still relying on her hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Fang Xiaoyi first made a phone call to confirm the time, then prepared to leave.

I was already badly hurt at the judo gym yesterday, and tonight I had to deal with the ferocious Zhao Lin and the two women, Zhang and Fang. Now my back is so sore I can't even straighten up. I couldn't help but complain, "Going to shoot again? Aren't you tired? Let me sleep all day, we can go tomorrow."

Fang Xiaoyi, aside from being a little unwell, was in excellent spirits and insisted on dragging me into the car.

Chapter 20 My Unknown Origins

Upon arriving at the firing range, a captain greeted us: "Minister Zhang had something to do today, so he asked me to receive you."

Xiao Yi smiled and said, "It's best that you came. Get us plenty of bullets today, don't be stingy like Uncle Zhang, he won't even fire a few more shots."

It seemed she was a regular here; several officers greeted us on the way.

Company Commander Chen led us to the firing range and gave us several pistols. Xiao Yi even specifically asked for a sniper rifle. I'm completely ignorant about military matters; I couldn't even tell what models the pistols were. I only knew the domestic Type 54 and Type 79, and the foreign Browning and Glock, but I had no chance of distinguishing them.

Fang Xiao Yi loaded the bullets for me: "You just need to pull the trigger. I've added 10 bullets. Take your time, don't rush."

Taking the gun from her hand, a sudden chill ran through my mind, a feeling of unease, very uncomfortable. I couldn't help but shiver. Zhang Ning asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Fang Xiaoyi laughed, "This coward, scared like this the first time he's handled a gun."

I had a strange feeling, not fear, but as if I had an inexplicable connection to the thing in my hand, as if I were very familiar with it, holding it as naturally and effortlessly as holding a pen. Yet, I had never handled a gun before. I suppressed my discomfort, raised the gun, and aimed at the target 25 meters away. I only looked at the target in the distance, not using my eyes to aim; my hand seemed to follow my eyes, pointing towards the bullseye.

A "bang" rang out, and Fang Xiaoyi had begun firing. I was startled, my finger unconsciously pulling the trigger. Ten spent cartridges flew out before my eyes. I lowered the gun, sat down in the chair behind me, feeling completely cold; when I touched it, it was covered in cold sweat.

Zhang Ning helped me up: "Xiao Xin, are you alright?"

I wiped my sweat and said, "I'm fine."

The automatic target paper was brought over. Fang Xiaoyi looked at her score: five shots to ten, three shots to nine, one shot to eight, and one shot to seven, for a total of ninety-two. For someone who doesn't handle a gun every day, this was a very good score, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud. Then she looked at my target paper and froze.

Xiaoyi brought the target paper over: "Did you really shoot this? Is this really your first time shooting?"

Zhang Ning asked, "What happened? Did you miss the target completely?"

She had done it once with Xiao Yi, and eight out of ten bullets missed.

Xiao Yi said, "Look at this little monster, what's wrong with him today?" Zhang Ning looked at the target paper; ten bullet holes were tightly clustered together, all hitting the bullseye. She exclaimed in surprise, "All bullseyes! Xiao Xin, you're a natural-born sharpshooter!"

I stared at the target paper, speechless. Just now, when I pulled the trigger, I had a strange feeling, as if I were a battle-hardened warrior, the gun as an extension of my body, moving freely and effortlessly. I closed my eyes, and a pistol seemed to appear before me, automatically disassembling into its various parts, then reassembling. My heart suddenly pounded again. I picked up the pistol, moving it unconsciously, the gun rapidly disassembling and reassembling before my eyes, just like the dream I had just experienced. Fang Xiaoyi and Zhang Ning stared at me, dumbfounded. Fang Xiaoyi finally managed to say, "What...what happened? This is impossible! How did you do that?"

I put down the gun, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my heart, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I...I don't know either. Just now, I felt like I was an old soldier, and the gun was like a wrench in a worker's hand."

I wondered to myself, was this another supernatural ability of mine? Who am I? Why are so many strange things happening to me?

Zhang Ning was stunned for a long time, then suddenly said, "Special ability! It must be a special ability!"

Thinking back to the lightning strike I experienced as a child and the various strange events that followed, it was impossible not to believe that the lightning strike had brought about this miraculous effect. I really didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse. Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi lost interest in playing around and told Company Commander Chen that there was an urgent matter at the company, then hurriedly got up and returned to Shanghai. Fortunately, no one else was present at the time, and no one noticed my strange behavior.

In the car, Zhang Ning hugged me: "Xiao Xin, what kind of person are you?"

I hugged Zhang Ning: "Sister, I don't know."

Zhang Ning hugged me: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here."

Since returning from the shooting range, I've often thought: "Who am I?"

From the moment I came into this world, there have been too many unsolved mysteries. It's as if I appeared out of thin air, completely naked, supposedly struck by lightning, yet without a single mark on my body. Then came amnesia; everything from before became blank. It's like I've traveled through time and space, suddenly arriving in this world. I couldn't help but think of the American blockbuster "Terminator," where the beginning is filled with lightning, and then a naked person appears in the world—the scene is so similar. But watching it in the movie theater is one thing, actually experiencing it yourself is another.

Which time and space did I come from? Will I suddenly disappear again? This is my home, my family, my loved ones; I really don't want to leave them.

Before, I always explained the various strange phenomena that occurred to me as being struck by lightning. Just like in movies and novels, protagonists often have all sorts of extraordinary encounters—being struck by lightning, finding rare fruits in the mountains, or discovering ancient artifacts.

I was quite proud of my previous special abilities; even the faint fragrance emanating from me could unconsciously make women develop feelings for me, even desire. My skills in bed were also remarkable, making women fall head over heels in love with me. But this time, the special ability was different. The previous ability was something I could truly feel, but this time it was an ethereal, external consciousness, as if someone else's thoughts had invaded my mind, which made me feel very uncomfortable. At that moment, I became a different person; my movements seemed to be out of my control, automatically completing shooting actions without any thought, like a conditioned reflex.

I had a sense of crisis, not knowing if I would still be in this world tomorrow. This feeling made me feel helpless. I really hoped that I was just struck by lightning and not from some other time, space, or planet. Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi initially thought I had matured, but later they started to cheer me up and tell me not to overthink things. Fang Xiaoyi has moved into Zhang Ning's house and lives with us now. However, she still blushes and gets shy when she sees Fang Xiuyun and the others.

I picked up my philosophy book, which I had abandoned for days, and started studying it seriously again. I thought, no matter what happens in the future, and regardless of whether I'm being overly pessimistic, I want to cherish every day.

Zhao Lin, seeing how diligent and studious I've become, jokingly asked if Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi had managed to discipline me so well that I'd developed "henpeckedness."

Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi are really good to me; they're like both wives and sisters. I know there's an eight-year age gap between us, and it's unlikely there will be anything between us, but as long as I'm by their side, I want to give them happiness every day.

Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi are happy to see me like this and have filled my days with activities. Every morning, they wake me up early to memorize English vocabulary, then I go running and exercise with them. At the company, I help Fang Xiaoyi organize documents and write reports, but I can't use the computer; I have to write by hand. They say this will help me practice my writing and handwriting. They're extremely disappointed with my crooked and messy handwriting and want me to have beautiful handwriting before school starts. After the stock market opens, they check the market. At lunchtime, they go out or chat, while I'm forced to practice calligraphy or do a ton of homework. They've somehow gotten hold of a huge pile of high school textbooks and supplementary materials, keeping me busy every lunchtime, saying this will keep me occupied. They mainly focus on my two weak subjects: English and math. Now the college entrance exam is all about 3x3, and Chinese, math, and English are compulsory subjects that I must excel in. Chinese has always been my strong point, and besides, it's hard to improve in a short time, so I'll leave that aside. Math relies on practice, and English relies on memorization, but they don't let me off the hook in that regard. My science grades aren't very good, so I think I'll go into humanities in the future. I just need to pass the physics and chemistry exams. I've always been good at history and geography, though. As for politics, can't you see I'm currently studying "Principles of Marxist Philosophy"? I even plan to use my self-study certificate to get an exemption from the course. Zhao Lin sometimes calls me over and gives me accounting work to do. Since I majored in "accounting," she's starting my internship now, which will make learning the theory much easier later. However, Zhang Ning and the others know that Zhao Lin often uses her position for personal gain—ostensibly to teach me, but behind closed doors, she'll take advantage of me in her office. I

'm so busy every day, and sometimes I'm trying to be profound and figure out my strange background, so I haven't joked around with the girls for days. However, Fang Xiaoyi said that although I appeared to have reformed my womanizing ways, it was actually a case of "a leopard can't change its spots..."

That day, when I went to the general manager's office to get some documents, I saw Fang Xiuyun bending over to pull up her stockings, her legs stretched out straight. I tripped over a chair and fell right under her skirt. I was truly innocent; I really did trip over the chair, not intentionally fall down, and I wasn't even touching Fang Xiuyun's legs. I was just looking for something to steady myself; how could she think of me as such a pervert?

Of the eight beauties at Nine Stars Company, I've already had relationships with three of them. I haven't had any impure thoughts about the others. Firstly, Zhang Ning and the others are right around me, so I have no chance to be alone with them; secondly, they're all much older than me, and I don't want any "mother complex." Lou Ying is 26 this year and plans to get married on National Day. Tian Jingjing and Fang Xiuyun are both 25. Tian Jingjing's family is in Suzhou, and her boyfriend is also in Suzhou; they go back to see each other every weekend. Fang Xiuyun's boyfriend is in Ningbo and comes back for about ten days a month. As for Xu Qing, I wouldn't even dare to think about her. For some reason, I felt a strange sense of awe from the moment I first saw Xu Qing at the airport. She was actually the most beautiful among the women, but she always had a cold, aloof demeanor that made people hesitant to approach her. Everyone in the company was a little afraid of her; even Zhang Ning, her cousin and the company's chairman, wouldn't dare joke around with her and would rush back after finishing her business. Chen Fei was practically inseparable from her, only occasionally coming to Zhang Ning's office at lunchtime to chat and laugh with us.

Also, I didn't want to have casual relationships with women anymore, otherwise it would affect their family's "sexual happiness." I only just realized that my little brother was a petty fellow, actually secretly sabotaging his rival in love.

These days, Zhao Lin frequently comes to me seeking "comfort." Ever since we slept together a few times, and she seems to have absorbed my vital energy, her skills in bed have improved considerably. Every time she comes home, she beats her husband's penis until he's "crying in pain," using things like "cracks" and "water torture." Lately, her husband has been complaining of "impotence," and even Viagra hasn't helped much. I don't know if this is a short-term or long-term effect. If it's short-term, it's manageable; her husband will be "erect" again after summer vacation. But if it's long-term, my little brother's rival—my lover's husband or lover—will never have "any fun" again.

I'm currently enjoying myself with two women on either side. Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi are both stunning beauties, second only to Xu Qing in the company. With them around, what more could I ask for? Fang Xiaoyi's boyfriend, "Young Master Jiang," who wanted to transfer the company and villa to her name, recently returned from Hong Kong and has started his flower offensive again, showering her with 999 roses at a time. Fang Xiaoyi wanted to just throw them away, but I suggested she "make use of them" by having Zhang Ning and him take a "rose bath." This Young Master Jiang still wouldn't give up, even coming to her door to fawn over her, only to be turned away by Fang Xiaoyi.

As for Zhao Lin, she's become much more submissive to me now. I'm Zhang Ning's sweetheart, so I'm not afraid of her badmouthing me again. And since she's sexually frustrated and needs my help, she doesn't dare play any more sadomasochistic games with me. Otherwise, not only would I be unhappy, but Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi would suffer too. However, I still feel a little awkward. Playing with a married woman always feels like breaking up someone's family, even though Zhao Lin is a complete slut.

I'm gradually forgetting about the shooting range incident. But what good would it do to forget? Should I cry and shout every day asking myself who I really am? I've figured it out. Who cares who I am? I'll do whatever I want now. I'll read every day, making sure I don't miss any high school or self-study courses. My special ability isn't omnipotent; I still need to study. Sometimes I wonder if I have that special ability—that the answers appear in my mind during exams. If I could get the standard answers before every exam from now on, that would be such a wonderful thing!

Chapter 21: A Continued Preface

It's great to see everyone again.

The book has reached twenty chapters, and I'm truly honored to have everyone's enjoyment. The number of clicks has increased these past two days; the daily pageviews are already matching the word count of each chapter. I wonder when the total number of clicks will surpass the total word count.

Many readers have said my novel is original and unique, which is what I love to hear most. These days, everything needs to be personalized; only in this way can you attract everyone's attention. I browsed online and found that there aren't many novels about male prostitutes, especially none with a male prostitute as the protagonist like mine. It's a good start, and it's refreshing. I wonder what other characters haven't been written about yet. I can't think of many right now, so I'd appreciate any suggestions. Maybe I can write about one in the future and make a breakthrough.

Currently, several professions are very popular in online novels, such as powerful magicians and generals who have slain countless enemies. There seems to be a surge in interest in joining the military, with everyone wanting to rise from a common soldier to a general. Of course, lecherous thieves and perverts are also indispensable; we're all men, after all, and we all enjoy a little bit of erotic content. I think the large number of readers of my novel is partly due to some of the erotic descriptions. Food and sex are human nature. Everyone is either studying or already working, and the pressure is considerable. My wish is to help everyone relax a little. Life is already tiring enough; making everyone's mood worse would be a terrible sin. I've always preferred lighthearted novels and movies, so the main tone of this book is also a lighthearted comedy; I don't want to create a tragedy.

I think it will be difficult to innovate in the future. All the good jobs are taken, and those left are the ones no one wants to do—being a gigolo is one of them. I think everyone has a bit of male chauvinism, so of course, no one would deign to be a gigolo played by women. "If I don't go to hell, who will?" So, I had no choice but to take on this profession that benefits so many women. Scarcity makes things valuable, right? I don't think many people will try to take my job.

As for the future development of the story, there are many directions it can take. I gave the protagonist a bizarre background and special abilities from the beginning. If you want to turn it into a fantasy novel, you just need to have him wake up in an "alternate dimension." Of course, he could also stay in school and play dating games, but those have been written too much already. My imagination isn't great, and I can't write anything better. I think the characteristic of my novel is its individuality and originality. I will continue to write from angles that haven't been written much about before; maintaining originality is the way for a novel to survive.

Regarding the erotic descriptions, I'd like to say a few more words. Some readers say they're overly explicit, while others find them not stimulating enough; it's truly impossible to please everyone. I think the erotic content will still be present, but the level of explicitness will be controlled, and it will be connected to the plot. It can't be sex for sex's sake, or the protagonist will truly become a sex machine. I also dare not go too far; if it gets censored, wouldn't everyone be left without a read? Of course, I've also prepared a backup plan. If I'm really banned from publishing, I'll either repent and delete the erotic parts, transforming it into a pure romance novel, or I'll go even further and become an erotic novel. I hope it won't come to that. Like a cunning rabbit with three holes, I've already applied to be featured on another website; I can't afford to be shut down everywhere. Furthermore, in terms of erotic descriptions, I've drawn inspiration from many previous works, all classics, of course. I hope that after reading them, you won't accuse me of plagiarism.

As for the update speed, I hope you'll be patient. I usually update once a day, and at the latest, no more than two days. I think this update speed is pretty good. I'm also reading novels, and some haven't been updated in a long time; I'm waiting for them to become popular. "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you," so I'll be mindful of my update speed. Also, I'm updating as I write, usually only having two or three chapters in advance. This way, I can easily get feedback and make changes. It's not that I'm deliberately keeping everyone in suspense by not updating after I've finished writing.

My Chinese email address is: 天生我材必用@江南一叶. Perhaps because everyone hates 3721 so much, not many people write to me using Chinese email. That's good; it reduces the risk of being spammed. I doubt many people specifically activate the Chinese email function just to criticize me.

Also, I might control my update speed for the next couple of days. My weekly click ranking is now in the top 20, so I need to slow down a bit. My work is considered unconventional; fame can be dangerous, and getting too conspicuous can lead to trouble. I think it's best to keep my weekly ranking around 30th. Being too high will attract attention, and it would be unfair if I accidentally dropped. Being too low will make me feel unbalanced; everyone has vanity, right? My work hasn't entered the overall ranking yet, so I hope everyone who has votes will support me, and those who don't, please just show your support. My vote count is still too low, so I hope you all will do me the honor. As for female readers, I'm not counting on them; I guess most people who read this kind of novel are men.

National Day is coming soon, wishing everyone a happy holiday.

Chapter 022: The Jade Toilet Romance (Part 1)

My stomach is a little uncomfortable today, and I need to pee. Maybe I ate too much seafood yesterday? Zhang Ning knows I love seafood and often takes me to seafood restaurants. Yesterday we had another big meal, costing over two thousand for the three of us. She doesn't care, but I'm a little heartbroken.

I urgently needed to use the restroom, and without caring if anyone was around, I went into the nearest women's restroom. The building is designed with two restrooms per floor, one in the east and one in the west, but because the company's personnel composition is somewhat different from other companies, even the restrooms are different. The eastern half of the 18th floor houses the general manager's office and general manager's office. Apart from me, a temporary visitor, it's entirely staffed by women, so the men's restroom has been converted into a shower room, leaving only the women's restroom. The western half is the finance department, also predominantly female, but at least there are men, hence the men's restroom. The investment department on the 17th floor is more male than female, but on the 16th floor, the foreign trade department is again dominated by women. While the IT department has more men, combined with the foreign trade department, the number seems smaller. Therefore, overall, the company is still a woman's domain, especially since several senior staff members are women.

I used to always specifically go to the men's restroom in the finance department on the west side, but today I was in a bit of a hurry, so I didn't bother. Anyway, this restroom only has a limited number of customers—just the two general managers and a few pretty girls from the general manager's office, no more than a dozen people in total. I figured I wouldn't be so unlucky as to be mistaken for a peeping tom the moment I walked in.

This high-class women's restroom was no less impressive than those in a five-star hotel. The marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, the faucets on the sinks were gold-plated, and the large, high-class mirrors reflected every detail, down to the pores.

I finished in a women's stall, and while fastening my pants, I was still grumbling about the men's restroom's decor when I suddenly heard the sound of high heels.

Ah! A beautiful woman came in!

The door to the stall next to mine opened, and fearing misunderstanding, I didn't dare make a sound. After the door closed, I heard the rustling of clothes being undressed, followed by the sound of urination, like raindrops hitting withered lotus leaves, dripping and dribbling for a long time.

Who was this beautiful woman? She was urinating so much!

I held my breath, afraid to peek. If the woman next door saw me, I'd be in deep trouble.

The dripping finally stopped, the door next door opened, and the sound of high heels started again.

I waited until I could no longer hear the high heels before I breathed a sigh of relief and swaggered out of the stall.

Oh my god! As soon as I stepped out of the stall, I saw a beautiful woman in a light blue dress standing with her back to me, hunched over in front of the large mirror at the sink. So all I could see was her long hair and her short skirt, which was already lifted to her waist.

Well, she had the envy of many women with fair skin and a slender waist without any excess fat. She was wearing a white, transparent thong, and her snow-white buttocks were only covered by a narrow strip of fabric in the center, revealing her round, white buttocks on both sides, making one want to take a bite. Her lower body featured slender yet long, shapely legs accentuated by her high heels, legs that would make any man's penis erect.

The beautiful woman was currently looking down, using her delicate hands to pull up her sheer stockings to her upper thighs (not pantyhose, but the kind that didn't cover her buttocks). At that moment, I should thank the company for installing such a clearly visible mirror in the women's restroom. Even with just a glance, I could clearly see a thick, dark shadow reflected in the front of her sheer panties. The narrow front of the panties seemed unable to conceal the pubic hair that clung to her mound; two thick, curly tufts of pubic hair peeked out from the sides.

Hey! After pulling up her stockings, the woman lowered her head and tucked the pubic hair protruding from the sides of her white sheer panties back in, speaking as she did so.

"Wearing these thongs is such a hassle. I'm going to shave them when I get home tonight..."

Who was she talking to?

"Have you ever worn a thong like this? My boyfriend always gets all worked up when he sees me wearing one..."

Was she asking if I'd ever worn a thong?

Ah! Yes, she only heard me swaggering in and didn't have time to look up, so she must have mistaken me for a female colleague. I didn't dare answer and quietly turned to go back into the cubicle to avoid any misunderstanding. But then she screamed, "Ah..."

I instinctively turned around, and the beautiful woman was already staring at me with wide eyes, her mouth agape as if she were about to give me a blowjob.

Oh! It was Fang Xiuyun, the arrogant one who always teased me and Xiaoyi.

The sudden shock made her forget that her skirt was still up to her waist, giving me a full view of her flat, smooth abdomen, her navel like a jade bean, the high mound of her pubic hair and thick, curly pubic hair that the transparent thong couldn't hide, and then there were her two long, slender, and shapely legs that made my blood boil.

"I'm sorry... I really couldn't help it..."

Fang Xiuyun only then realized her exposed lower body, immediately pulled down her skirt, turned around and ran out screaming.

"Help! There's a pervert in the toilet... a peeping tom... ugh..."

Call me a pervert and a peeping tom! If she got out and started screaming like a ghost, even if Bao Zheng were alive again, he wouldn't be able to clear my name.

I rushed over and hugged her from behind before she reached the door, while covering her mouth with my hand. She struggled violently, kicking and shaking her head.

"Sister Xiuyun! It's me, Xiaoxin, not a pervert! Please don't scream like that..."

Fang Xiuyun relaxed a little. In her shock, she hadn't even seen who I was before she was focused on escaping.

"Ouch..."

She actually bit the hand I was using to cover her mouth. I reflexively let go in pain. "You brat, let go of me."

I then realized I was still holding her tightly, one hand on her breasts, and naturally, I took the opportunity to squeeze and rub them a few more times. Fang Xiuyun was both ashamed and angry. She tried to break free from me, her slender waist twisting as her shapely, elastic buttocks rubbed against my already swollen penis, making my already erect member even harder. "Hey, you little brat, what are you touching?"

My thing, big and hard, pressed against her buttocks, made her whole body go numb. Fang Xiuyun blushed, thinking: This brat has touched my breasts, if I just let him go, he'll think I'm a born slut!

"I don't believe you... You were hiding in the toilet trying to molest me... Help... Ugh!"

What's wrong with this woman? I've explained it so clearly, why doesn't she understand? If I were really a pervert, would I have explained so much to her? Doesn't she realize that I'm surrounded by beautiful women? Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi are both prettier than you, and they were both virgins before sleeping with me. Why would I need to molest you? In terms of seduction, even Zhao Lin is much better than you.

I quickly covered her mouth again, and moved my hand down from her breasts, hugging her wriggling legs. But because she kept twisting and struggling, my hand accidentally grabbed the inner thigh. Oh, the junction of the stockings and her thigh—her leg muscles were delicate and elastic, smooth to the touch, making my heart race.

Ugh, how could this brat hug the inside of my thigh? That's my most sensitive spot! Oh dear! His thing seems even harder now. Is he really going to rape me? If he does, should I scream?

Thank goodness! Fang Meimei stopped kicking and moving around after I hugged her like that. But why did her whole body become limp again?

I looked at this beauty, now pressed against my back, her fair, slightly thin cheeks flushed with shyness.

Oh, no… I absolutely can't… if I leak now, this brat will definitely think I'm a slut! He'll definitely rape me. If only I weren't at the company... "Let me go! Let me go!"

Fang Meimei struggled again, her legs flaring. As her legs opened and closed with each struggle, my hand, which was holding her groin, involuntarily slid along, pulling aside the narrow, rope-like strip of fabric at the front of her thong.

Ah! What is this? My hand covered her thick, curly, soft pubic hair, my index and middle fingers touching two labia already slick with her honey-like juices, wet and slippery. Fang Xiuyun was now flushed and panting, only struggling slightly, gently shaking her head. Her alabaster cheek, pressed against my neck, felt a little hot. I forgot when I released my hand from her mouth. Her slightly parted, soft lips exhaled hot breath, which made my blood rush, and my hard, erect penis instinctively pressed against her tender white buttocks.

Ah! That thick thing of his is so unruly; I will never let him penetrate my anus. Why do men always choose to go through the back door instead of the front door? I won't stand for it!

Fang Xiuyun and I were both caught up in the passion and confusion at this moment. Her legs, which had already landed, were spread apart, and she was standing on the tip of her high heels. Although we were still pressed back to back, I could feel her pretty and elastic buttocks shyly sticking up, pressing her vaginal area tightly against my erect penis inside my pants.

Uh, my index and middle fingers, resting on her labia, felt another gush of slippery, lustful fluid welling up from her hairy vulva.

I couldn't hold back any longer. My free hand immediately unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper, and ripped my underwear down to my knees. These past few days had been Zhang Ning's "heavy flow" days, and I'd been holding back for two or three days; my little brother was already throbbing painfully.

My hand, covering her mons pubis, pulled open her narrow, transparent thong. When my hot, hard penis pressed naked against her almost bare, white, tender buttocks through her thong from behind, the friction of flesh against flesh was like an electric shock, making her moan. Her shapely buttocks involuntarily swayed back, letting her wet labia rub against my glans. The pleasure of my sensitive glans rubbing against her slippery, tender labia made every pore on my body seem to open.

Uh! His was so big and hot, it felt so good against me. Ke Ming's didn't seem this big. Ah! I can't let him get his way, it would be unfair to Ke Ming! "Uh-huh, you...you can't do this...I'm not a promiscuous woman...ouch!"

I didn't care if she was a promiscuous woman or not, I forcefully tore open the thong between her legs, one hand holding the hard, hot glans, parting her incredibly wet petals, and thrusting my hips forward with a "whoosh..."

sound, the thick glans had already stretched open her tender petals, and with the lubrication of the honey-like vaginal fluid, the thick penis was fully inserted into her narrow vagina.

Oh, my little hole is so swollen, uh! Ke Ming has never penetrated so deeply before, ah! His glans is so big, he's stretched open my uterus, my flower is so numb and itchy from his glans hitting it!

"Oh, you can't do this... Uh... Don't go so deep, it hurts..."

She wasn't a virgin; her flower path had already been ravaged by other men. But from the sensation of my entire penis being tightly gripped by the tender flesh inside her vagina, I knew she didn't have much experience with sex. "

Ugh, my flower is so swollen and itchy, why isn't he moving at all? I can't take it anymore..."

Fang Meimei hissed through gritted teeth, her proud eyes becoming dreamy, her slender but beautiful face flushed red, her snow-white, round buttocks wanting to push back to meet my large penis tightly inserted in her tight little hole, but shy and reserved, she was momentarily at a loss, her body trembling slightly.

My hand, resting on her slender waist, felt her fair, round buttocks suddenly tighten, her wet, soft vaginal walls contracting and sucking my penis like a small mouth. I pulled the large glans, which was pressed against the deepest part of her uterus, outwards, then gently pushed it back in. Fang Mei's body went limp. She instinctively reached out to hold onto the sink, her high heels gripping the marble floor. Her long, slender legs spread naturally, and she no longer cared about shame, instinctively arching her shapely buttocks slightly to make her tender vulva easier for me to penetrate.

My large penis, tightly enveloped by her tender opening, thrust faster. Her buttocks arched back to meet my thrusts, and strands of vaginal fluid flowed from the point where our genitals were tightly joined.

Suddenly, her vaginal walls spasmed, and a gush of hot fluid erupted from deep within her womb, splashing onto the tip of my penis. How could this proud beauty have reached orgasm so quickly?

The intense orgasm caused her long, slender, white legs, clad in high heels, to tremble uncontrollably. If I hadn't held her buttocks, she probably would have collapsed onto the slippery marble floor.

Someone could come into this women's restroom at any moment, so I need to hurry. If someone sees me, it'll be terrible.

Thinking this, I started thrusting harder, my thick, long penis moving in and out of her vagina like a piston. Seeing her two pink labia flip in and out with each thrust, this thrilling sight made my penis grow even larger inside her tight, beautiful hole.

Uh, I thought handsome guys were all just pretty faces, but this kid's penis is so big! My boyfriend, Ke Ming, usually struggles to bring me to orgasm, but his penis brought me to orgasm in less than five minutes. Uh, so big! If I hadn't been so wet, my tender hole would probably be torn.

Uh, he's making my scalp tingle again. Why am I coming again?

"Oh, yours is so big… hurry up, someone might come…"

I saw Fang Meimei's intoxicated expression in the large mirror, her slightly upturned, proud eyes glistening with tears, her lust reaching its peak.

"Mmm...I'll try to go faster..."

I held her firm, bouncy buttocks tightly, my large penis thrusting faster into her pink, wet, and tight vagina. Her white, tender buttocks slapped against my lower abdomen with a "smack! smack! smack!"

sound, the "plop! plop! plop!"

sounds of our genitals colliding, weaving together a passionate symphony.

"Is it comfortable?"

I asked close to her ear.

"Mmm, great!"

I thrust harder, penetrating the thick head of my penis deep into her uterus, pressing it tightly against her clitoris. "How great is it?"

"Uh...like this, don't move...you've hit my G-spot, ah...tighten it, don't move...great..."

She moaned, forcefully pushing her beautiful buttocks back against the base of my penis at her pubic bone, sealing our genitals so tightly that there wasn't a single gap. I reached behind and wrapped my arms around her smooth, toned abdomen, pressing her two snow-white, smooth thighs tightly against mine, flesh to flesh rubbing together. I could clearly feel her elastic thigh muscles twitching. Then, her vagina, which had already tightly gripped my thick penis, began to contract rapidly again. The tender flesh of her vaginal walls writhed and rubbed against the shaft of my penis, while the depths of her uterus sucked at my glans like a small mouth. She let out a heavy groan, and a surge of heat gushed from her core again; she had reached for her second orgasm. As

I was about to withdraw my penis, she suddenly reached back and grabbed my buttocks, preventing our tightly joined lower bodies from separating.

"Don't move! I'm so sore... Are you comfortable?"

the proud beauty said, thrusting her shapely buttocks back and rubbing them against my pubic bone.

"Mmm...so good...you're great too...uh..."

Before I could even speak, the haughty beauty had already arched her back, turned her face, and sealed my mouth with her soft, moist lips. At the same time, she slipped her nimble tongue into my mouth and began to swirl it around. Streams of her sweet saliva flowed from her mouth into mine. We had been intertwined for so long, and only now were our lips touching, yet it was a different kind of fresh excitement. I also took her tender tongue into my mouth and sucked on it, our tongues intertwining, exchanging sweet saliva, both of us enjoying the afterglow of our climax.

Chapter 023 Erotic Affairs in the Toilet (Part 2)

Just then, the sound of high heels came from outside the door again. Damn it, this couldn't be worse.

Time was of the essence, and I didn't have time to think. I picked up Fang Xiuyun and quickly slipped into the nearest stall, closing the door behind me.

Just as I hid, the door opened, and two people came in. Judging from their voices, it was Fang Xiaoyi: "Are you taking Xiaoxin with you to Hong Kong this time?"

I'd forgotten; it's already August. Happy days always fly by. Xu Qing is going to Hong Kong again to visit her husband. I think she's quite devoted. Her husband became a vegetable after only six months of marriage, and whether he'll wake up is uncertain. Even if he does, he might be bedridden for life. Yet, she visits him every one or two months, always keeping herself completely hidden. Her "heart as still as water" is truly rare. I think if it were Zhao Lin, her husband would probably be a company commander by now (giving everyone a green hat; you can calculate how many people are in a company). Zhang Ning, her cousin, is also going. They're also going to inspect several companies, hoping to buy shell companies for listing in Hong Kong.

Zhang Ning said, "Of course we're going together. I'll probably be in Hong Kong for about ten days. By the time I get back, Xiao Xin will almost be starting school." "By the way, Liu Ruolan called a couple of days ago, saying the school is having military training and that Xiao Xin should go back early so he doesn't miss it, otherwise it'll be a big problem." "

Ignore her. When we get to Hong Kong, we'll just get a doctor's certificate saying he's sick, that'll be fine."

Seriously, she's cursing me like that.

"Then I'm going too this time."

"I knew you'd go. I already booked your plane ticket."

The two girls chatted and laughed, followed by the soft sound of urination.

I sat on the toilet, not daring to make a sound, while Fang Xiuyun straddled me, her honey pot gripping my penis and stroking it up and down. I never expected Fang Xiuyun, who was usually so aloof, to be so wanton. I don't know if it's her true nature or if she was influenced by my scent. I guess her boyfriend couldn't satisfy her. Perhaps because someone was outside, Fang Xiuyun felt spied on, and she seemed particularly excited. Her vagina tightened, and she reached another climax. She bit my shoulder to keep from making any moans or groans.

A long time passed before Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi left.

Fang Xiuyun collapsed onto me, her arms tightly wrapped around me, her face still flushed, savoring the afterglow of our encounter. "Xiao Xin, you're so amazing! My boyfriend has never made me feel this good."

Her vagina was still gripping my penis. "Yours is so big and hard." "Sister Xiuyun, how big is your boyfriend's? Is he as good as me?" "

You little devil, you're getting a good deal and still acting innocent."

Seeing that she wouldn't confess, I mischievously thrust my penis inside her a few times. "Ugh, no, I'm so tired, ah, stop playing around, someone might come in."

Finally, she had no choice but to confess in my ear that her boyfriend's penis was less than 12 centimeters long, and not hard enough. He could only last three to five minutes each time, the longest being less than fifteen minutes—nothing compared to my natural talent.

I was secretly quite pleased with myself. I used to be ashamed of my little brother; my skin was fair, unlike most people's dark-skinned brothers. Most of the time, I couldn't get an erection on my own and needed to "drink water" to get it going. Even now, after Xiaoyi's "holy water" treatment, I still need a woman's "holy water" a couple of times out of ten. The size also bothered me; when erect, it was only about 15 centimeters long. All the male leads in porn were huge, thick, and long. Westerners are a different story, it's a matter of race. Even the Japanese, who usually look short, had surprisingly large sizes in porn. But I guess they're their "top contenders." Erotic novels were even more of a shock; I'd never seen anything smaller than 18 centimeters, and 20 or 30 centimeters were commonplace. You can't compare this thing to people; you can't all take off your pants and measure each other, can you? The only thing I can be proud of is my stamina in bed; an hour and a half is my standard time. Another thing is that my penis can adjust its size inside a woman. I wonder if it will grow bigger in the future, meeting the minimum requirements of erotic novels, since I'm not fully developed yet. But I'm still quite satisfied with myself; no woman has ever been dissatisfied with me, and they all treat me like a treasure.

In my smugness, I held Fang Xiuyun, placed her on the toilet seat, and inserted my entire penis into her beautiful vagina. She immediately moaned with pleasure, her two smooth legs, still clad in high heels, lifted up and tightly wrapped around my waist. She thrust her vulva upwards, making us tightly connected without any gap. She seemed afraid I would pull my penis out, so she held my buttocks tightly with both hands, making our union as close as possible. As I rubbed my glans against her clitoris, I felt her honeyed vagina tightly gripping my penis.

Fang Xiuyun groaned, "Xiaoxin, harder...harder..."

I gasped, "I'm almost out of strength, how can I push harder?"

This isn't a big bed, the space is cramped. She's sitting on the toilet seat, and I have to half-squat, like a horse stance, and you want me to push? Are you trying to kill me?

Fang Xiuyun hugged my upper body tightly, "I don't care...I want you to thrust harder..."

I never imagined that Fang Xiuyun, usually so arrogant and indifferent to men, could become so wanton when passionate. I said, "You want me to thrust there?"

Fang Xiuyun blushed deeply, closing her eyes and remaining silent.

I thrust forcefully, my penis repeatedly entering and exiting her beautiful vagina. I said, "Tell me...where do you want me to put it?"

Fang Xiuyun couldn't hold back any longer, abandoning her reserve and thrusting upwards fiercely to meet my thrusts, crying out, "Put it in my little hole...I want you to thrust into me hard..."

As she spoke, Fang Xiuyun opened her mouth and took mine in, her soft tongue entering my mouth and entwining with mine. I held her tightly with all my might, letting her two large breasts rub against my chest. At the same time, her hot vaginal fluid gushed out from her uterus, which was biting my glans, making my glans even more excited. My whole body felt comfortable, and all my pores opened up.

We both groaned loudly, thrusting our lower bodies forcefully to meet each other's thrusts...

Suddenly, I felt a pang of fear, and I stopped moving. Fang Xiuyun was just about to climax when she saw me stop. She was both ashamed and anxious: "You little devil, don't stop, harder!"

I whispered in her ear, "Don't move, someone's coming."

Fang Xiuyun was startled, listening to the sounds, "No one's coming, you're lying..."

In a panic, I kissed her mouth to silence her. Fang Xiuyun persisted, holding me tightly, her vagina still throbbing.

The door opened, and two more beautiful women entered. Fang Xiuyun was startled, not expecting anyone to actually come in.

I don't know why, but I had a premonition that someone was coming in. It was an intuition, because I hadn't heard any shoes beforehand, and neither of them were wearing high heels, so the sound wasn't loud. At that moment, with passion running high, most people wouldn't care about external noise. This feeling was strange, a strange feeling I had at the shooting range, like a wild beast instinctively sensing danger.

"Smell this, whose perfume is this? It smells so good."

"It seems to be the perfume worn by President Zhang and Sister Xiaoyi. It's light and has a very elegant feel. I wonder if they brought it back from Hong Kong."

It seems I'm burning with desire; the fragrance on my body is even stronger, and you can smell it even from outside the cubicle.

"Xiaoxin smells this too."

"Have you smelled it? Aren't you afraid Sister Xiaoyi will be jealous?"

"Pah, you just kissed her."

"I meant smell the fragrance, not kiss. Did you sneak around? You're guilty, you're just admitting it."

"You're going to die! I think you're the one who's lustful. Every time Xiaoxin comes in, you stare at her with wide eyes."

"You're the one with wide eyes. She's only 16. You're not thinking of eating a virgin, are you?"

"Pah, you're the one thinking that."

The two girls chatted and laughed, and then talked about my relationship with Zhang Ning and the others. However, they only knew that Zhang Ning and I were "cousins" and didn't think of me as a gigolo. Firstly, Zhang Ning was of high status, and secondly, I was young; they would never have considered that possibility.

Their interruption greatly diminished Fang Xiuyun's and my "sexual desire," but Fang Xiuyun had already had five or six orgasms and was quite satisfied, so she let me go. After cleaning up, Fang Xiuyun and I first sent her out to check if anyone was around, and then I followed her out of the toilet, which still smelled of us. I even sprayed a lot of air freshener for this.

Back in the office, I pushed open the door, and Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi were sitting there. They both looked up at me when I came in.

My heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

I checked myself; there was nothing unusual. Fang Xiuyun had already checked me thoroughly before I came back.

"Were you having a lot of fun just now?"

"What do you mean, 'have fun'? My stomach hurts, I went to the toilet."

This is getting serious.

"Stomach ache? I bet you're the one who made her stomach hurt."

"What are you saying, sister? I don't understand."

"Stop pretending! Don't think we don't know. Were you in the women's restroom just now? Who was that woman?"

"What restroom? I don't know. Hey, don't twist my ear, let's talk this out."

Fang Xiaoyi said angrily, "You little pervert, still won't admit it? That fragrance only comes from you, and that scent... who else could it be but you?"

Damn it, my fragrance gave me away. Normally it's so faint you can barely smell it up close, but when I was so aroused, the fragrance was especially strong. Besides, those two are with me all the time and are very sensitive to my scent. I had no choice but to confess, and then I massaged them for a long time to appease them before they calmed down. The two women were both angry and amused. "You pervert, are you deliberately trying to steal kisses from the women's restroom?"

I was going to Hong Kong in a few days, and Zhang Ning had already prepared my passport and plane ticket, just waiting for me to leave.

During this time, I matured quite a bit. My daily work turned into study, and with beautiful women

by my side, it was truly the most relaxed and sensual part-time job in the world. The beautiful women in the company were all very nice to me, after all, I was the chairman's sweetheart. However, only a few senior female managers knew about our true relationship; everyone below just thought of me as Zhang Ning's cousin. I think our kind of relationship is not very acceptable to society, so it's good that we can maintain this tacit understanding.

Currently, the only people I'm involved with are Zhang Ning, Fang Xiaoyi, Zhao Lin, and Fang Xiuyun. Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi are now living with me, and Zhao Lin comes over from time to time, sometimes for several hours at a time. She's really troublesome and lewd; it seems her husband is even more cuckolded. Fang Xiuyun's boyfriend has been away these past few days, and she and I have just had sex, so they're in the throes of passion. Since Zhang Ning knows about it, I've visited her twice in the last two days, asking me to satisfy my pent-up desire.

Xu Qing seems to know about my relationship with Zhang Ning too; every time she sees me, she gives me a disdainful look. Damn it, what did I do to you? It's not like I slept with you; it's a mutual attraction, what's it to you? And she's always so cold. I avoid her whenever I see her. If I can't handle it, I'll just avoid her! Just because your own husband is in bed doesn't mean you can't stand seeing others being affectionate.

I'll call home and tell my sisters I'm going to Hong Kong so they don't worry. My second sister has already been admitted to Tsinghua University's International Finance program. University starts relatively late, so she can wait until I come home before going to Beijing. In my memory, Tsinghua leans towards science, while Peking University focuses on humanities. Every year, Tsinghua's humanities admission scores are abysmal, even lower than its own science scores. I think international finance should be considered a liberal arts major, so why does everyone seem to want to apply to Tsinghua University for it? Zhang Ning also had an idea for my sister to apply to Tsinghua's international finance program; she wanted my sister to work for her company after graduation. Zhang Ning treats me like a wife treats her husband now, so naturally she wants to make things work out for my sister.

Fang Xiuyun and I had only been having an affair for a few days, and we were in the throes of passion, so when she heard I was going to Hong Kong and wouldn't be coming back, she was naturally unhappy.

I stayed with Fang Xiuyun. "Sister Xiaoyun, don't be upset. I'll come back when I have time." "Going back to Hong Kong will take at least ten days to two weeks to get everything done. Besides, you'll be back in school by then. You'll have forgotten about me by then."

"How could I? I'll think about you all over now."

Fang Xiuyun was organizing documents on the table when my hands started groping her all over. She softened and sat on the sofa, her face flushed. "Little devil, stop touching me. Tonight, will you keep me company tonight?"

Of course, we ended up spending a sleepless night. Zhao Lin and Fang Xiuyun kept me up all night, saying they didn't know when they would see each other again and wanted to have their fill. I was exhausted.

The next day, we boarded a flight to Hong Kong. This summer vacation, I broke many of my records: I went on a long trip, took a train, fired a gun, and now I'm on a plane. I won't be mistaken for a country bumpkin when I go back. We're flying first class. Xu Qing and Zhang Ning have plenty of money anyway. Xu Qing looked at me with obvious disdain, but I ignored her.

It's good to be rich; the trip from Shanghai to Hong Kong seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. Nine Star Company also has an office in Hong Kong, and they sent a car to pick us up and take us to a hotel in the city. I'd only ever seen Hong Kong in movies and on TV—mostly skyscrapers and luxury cars. But I noticed that some parts of Shanghai were just as developed as Hong Kong. We stayed in suites, of course. Zhang Ning, Fang Xiaoyi, and I shared one, while Xu Qing and Chen Fei shared the other.

Since Xu Qing had already caught Zhang Ning in their "affair," and Hong Kong doesn't care whether a man and woman are married or not when they go to a hotel, he naturally stayed with me openly. We could always claim to be "cousins." After more than a month of my "nurturing," Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi looked two years younger than their actual age. They looked like 22-year-old college students, even though Zhao Lin was 28 this year. I wondered if they would revert to being young girls.

We took an afternoon flight, and by the time we checked into the hotel, it was already late, so we decided to rest for the night and visit Xu Qing's husband at the hospital the next day. Since he was still unconscious, it didn't make much difference whether

we visited him sooner or later. I felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded as soon as I boarded the plane, and the dizziness worsened after I lay down in the room; I also had a headache. Zhang Ning said I was airsick and gave me some medicine to take and put me to bed. I didn't think it was airsickness; I'm usually very healthy. The feeling was something else entirely, like the palpitations I felt at the shooting range, a premonition that something big was about to happen.

Chapter 24 Midnight Hypnosis

Zhang Ning and Xiao Yi had showered and were sitting on the bed watching TV, only wearing nightgowns. The thin silk nightgowns draped over their bodies, their curves faintly visible, making them even more arousing. But I was dizzy and lightheaded, and my desires were thwarted. Those two clearly knew I couldn't "do it" today, yet they deliberately dressed like this; it was utterly despicable.

I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Zhang Ning and the others were already fast asleep. Zhang Ning held me close, her jade-like legs draped over me. I nestled in her arms, wrapped my arms around her waist, and inhaled her sweet fragrance, drifting off to sleep as well.

Suddenly, a throbbing sensation gripped my heart, as if I sensed something was about to happen, a feeling of being unable to breathe.

My heart pounded wildly, my chest felt heavy, and I could hardly breathe. I tried to remove Zhang Ning's legs from my chest, but found myself utterly powerless. My hands merely stroked her legs, but without any strength. In her sleep, Zhang Ning seemed unable to bear the tickling, shifting her body a few times, ultimately pressing most of her body against me. I couldn't breathe, feeling a burning sensation all over my body, my chest throbbing uncomfortably. I tried to struggle weakly, but to no avail. I couldn't help but think, "Am I really going to die like this?"

My mind went blank, and my vision gradually darkened...

Sometime later, I felt like I was awake, but everything was still dark, and my eyes were too heavy to open. I tried to move my hands and feet, but there was no response. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. I wanted to know what was happening, where I was, whether I was dead, or, as I often imagined, whether I had returned to where I was supposed to be.

For me, August is always an unusual month. Ten years ago, my older sister took me in; when I was eight, my father died; when I was ten, strange things started happening to me—my saliva could beautify me; when I was twelve, I started to smell sweet; when I was fourteen, I had a relationship with my sister. On average, something happens to me every two years. Now I'm sixteen, another two years have passed. Will something happen again this time?

Ever since last month at the shooting range, I've had a vague premonition, as if my origins are a mystery, and that there's another me in this world, sharing the same thoughts and consciousness. In the past month, the same strange thing happened again. That day, I was practicing judo with Fang Xiaoyi and the others. Fang Xiaoyi threw a classic kick at me. Usually, I can't dodge it; her leg pins me down, ending the practice. But this time, for some reason, a few instinctive movements, before Xiaoyi and I could react, I had pushed her two or three meters away. We were both stunned, wondering what kind of special ability was at work again. At that moment, I just felt like a martial arts master. Xiaoyi's signature flying kick seemed as simple and slow as a child's game to me. I wondered if there was another person's thoughts inside me, like the reincarnation of a Tibetan lama whose soul enters the mind of a child. Could there be another martial arts master inside me? I don't know what this other thought is, or what kind of impact it will have on me.

I felt like I was in a hospital because there was a faint smell of medicine in the room, and I could hear the soft beeping of various monitors. I had accompanied my older sister on many night shifts at the hospital, so these smells and sounds were somewhat familiar to me. Could it be that I was hospitalized because Zhang Ning had pressed my mouth down, causing me to lose consciousness due to oxygen deprivation?

Someone came in—two women, because I could hear the sound of high heels. What time was it? Was it day or night? Who was coming? I had no idea, I was going crazy. Were they Zhang Ning and Xiao Yi?

The two women were speaking Cantonese, which I couldn't understand a word of. It seemed like two nurses had come in, because one of them seemed to be adjusting the nursing equipment, making a switching sound, while the other was changing my dressing, making the sound of a medicine bottle being opened. I analyzed the situation and concluded that I was probably in a hospital in Hong Kong, at night, because it was very quiet outside, and the sound of high heels echoed. This was a VIP ward, as it seemed I was the only one in the room, with no one else's voice. Also, nurses wearing high heels on night shifts are usually only VIP ward nurses, unlike nurses in other wards who have to run around, as high heels are inconvenient for work. And since almost nothing happens in VIP wards at night, the dress code isn't very strict. Moreover, I'd seen online that some VIP ward nurses in Japan and Taiwan provide "special care," so it wasn't surprising that they wore sexy high heels to work. I had asked the older nurse if they had this kind of "special care" there, and the answer was a sharp rebuke on the head.

My body felt like it no longer belonged to me. Besides my brain still being able to think, my nose still being able to smell, and my ears still being able to hear, I had no other sensations. Had I become a vegetable due to oxygen deprivation? My head started to feel dizzy again, and I couldn't figure out what was happening.

Gradually, I noticed some slight sensations in my body, but they didn't obey my brain's commands; I couldn't move at all, not even a finger.

As time passed, fear, resentment, and anger welled up within me. I wondered if I had become a sentient vegetative state patient. I could feel oxygen entering through my nostrils, an IV drip in my hand, and various sensors connected to my body and other parts of my hand, but I couldn't make a sound, and my body was completely paralyzed, as if I were totally paralyzed. When my father was paralyzed, I often went to the hospital with my sister to care for him. I was in the same state as him back then, lying in bed, unable to move or do anything. But my father was only partially paralyzed; he could still move his hands, speak, and drink water without any problems. Now, however, I only had a thinking, sentient brain left; the rest of my body had only a little sensation. If I tried to move, I would become like a dead person, completely unresponsive.

The two nurses didn't notice anything unusual about me. In their eyes, I was just an unconscious vegetative state patient. The two nurses chatted and laughed as they pulled back the sheets to wipe my body and catheterize me. I couldn't move at all, letting them move around on me like a sack of flour being turned over. I knew this was to get my blood flowing; otherwise, long-term bedridden, vegetative patients are prone to bedsores and other common ailments due to poor blood circulation, which can be fatal.

I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious—a day, a month, or a year—whether Zhang Ning and the others had come to see me, or whether my sister and the others knew I was here.

My body seemed completely unresponsive, letting them move around on me.

Gradually, my head started to spin again, my chest felt tight, and I passed out again.

Damn it, why was my body so heavy? I felt like a drowning person, slowly sinking. I suddenly jerked to the surface, letting out a gasp for fresh air.

"Xiao Xin, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhang Ning asked, holding me.

I opened my eyes and found myself still lying in bed. Xiao Yi turned on the light, looking at me with concern. Damn it

, it was just a dream. I breathed a huge sigh of relief; it felt so good to be alive.

But a strange feeling still lingered. This dream was truly bizarre. I remembered that Zhang Ning's leg had indeed pressed against my chest, preventing me from breathing, and I had felt unconscious. This dream was all her doing. Thinking of this, I looked at Zhang Ning. She was getting a towel to wipe my sweat. Was this how she atoned? I pushed her down onto the bed, mounted her, and began to have my way with her. Zhang Ning laughed and blushed, "Ah, little devil, what are you doing? Dreaming about women? So eager! Ah, be gentle, ah..."

The next day, we went to the hospital with Xu Qing to visit her husband. Her husband's name was Shi Zhongtian. He owned "Zhongtian New Materials Co., Ltd.", which researched and developed high-end, cutting-edge new materials with a broad market prospect. Unexpectedly, he had a car accident half a year ago, and now the company's business was managed by Xu Qing. No wonder Xu Qing was always traveling back and forth between Shanghai and Suzhou.

We went into the ward together. Because it was a VIP room, the facilities inside were top-notch. As soon as I entered the ward, I had an inexplicable, strange feeling; my heart pounded, just like the feeling I had before my nightmare yesterday.

Shi Zhongtian lay quietly on the bed, still looking quite handsome. After being in a coma for half a year, he only appeared a little thin, unlike the emaciated, dying patients I'd seen in my older sister's hospital. It seems the wealthy are different from ordinary people. When they're sick, they're in high-class wards, seeing the best doctors and nurses, using the best medicines and equipment. For ordinary families, the astronomical medical expenses alone would be unbearable. Many people fall into poverty due to illness these days. Our family, for example, became impoverished because of a car accident. My older sister started working early, and I even had to resort to becoming a gigolo. We only paid off our debts in the last two years. Life is truly fragile. I suddenly thought of home, of my sister who raised me. I wondered what she was doing now, whether she was thinking of me.

I looked at Shi Zhongtian, my heart pounding harder and harder. Suddenly, I had a feeling that yesterday's dream was real, that I was Shi Zhongtian yesterday.

Suppressing my astonishment and fear, I stood behind Zhang Ning, my eyes slightly closed. My head started throbbing again, and I felt like my soul was leaving my body. I felt as if I were lying in bed again, my whole body still unable to move or react. I used all my strength and concentrated all my energy, trying to open my eyes.

Xu Qing sat by the bedside, her hand stroking Shi Zhongtian's face. "Zhongtian, it's me, Xu Qing. I've come to see you again. Zhang Ning is here too, can you hear me? Wake up, there are so many things waiting for you to do. You said you'd come to France with me for our first wedding anniversary this year, have you forgotten?"

Xu Qing whispered to Shi Zhongtian, her hand gently stroking his face, gliding over his eyes. Suddenly, she felt his eyes move, and with a start, she saw Shi Zhongtian's eyelids twitch a few times. She couldn't help but excitedly shout, "Doctor, come quick, Zhongtian is responding!"

I felt a surge of heat throughout my body; I felt as if I had become Shi Zhongtian, and I could feel Xu Qing gently stroking my face.

Shi Zhongtian's eyes slowly opened. Xu Qing wept with joy, lowering her head to kiss Shi Zhongtian's face and lips. "That's wonderful, Zhongtian, you're finally awake. You know, I've been waiting for this day for half a year."

I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my eyes. Xu Qing and Zhang Ning were all gathered around Shi Zhongtian; no one noticed me. I looked at Shi Zhongtian, and it seemed I could sense everything he felt; a part of my consciousness seemed to have entered his body. I felt a slight nausea, a sense of unease, as if I wasn't used to probing into other people's thoughts.

What I wanted to happen had finally happened. My August destiny had given me another special ability: I could enter Shi Zhongtian's consciousness and sense his every move. His mind was blank; I could easily enter his mind. Just now, I wanted to open my eyes, and he actually did. It all happened so suddenly; I couldn't quite accept it. I didn't know what this meant for me. Did it mean I could now probe other people's consciousness and privacy? Was it effective on everyone, or only on Shi Zhongtian?

Shi Zhongtian's body was extremely weak; I could feel the weakness in his muscles. He seemed to have no consciousness of his own; it felt like I was controlling his body. I pinched myself; it hurt. It seemed I wasn't dreaming again. Oh God, what was happening?

The doctor examined Shi Zhongtian and found him extremely weak, only able to open his eyes and look at Xu Qing. Even so, Xu Qing was overjoyed and immediately called home to share the good news.

Finally, we accompanied the delighted Xu Qing out of the ward. As we closed the door, I turned back and saw Shi Zhongtian looking at me, then slowly closing his eyes. A strange feeling welled up inside me again, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was as if a part of my consciousness remained inside Shi Zhongtian, and when he looked at me, it was like seeing myself in a mirror.

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