[The Young Hen] (Part 1)

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Seven years ago, on July 9th, I had just finished the college entrance examination. When I came out of the exam hall, I

felt . An exam I had been preparing for for years had ended so suddenly, like a dream.

Everyone had dispersed; the more impatient ones in the dorms started burning books, exam papers, and notes, leaving the corridors a mess.

I looked at the gloomy sky, aimless. I felt I had to do something; this weightless ease made

me feel very uncertain about myself. A friend knocked on my door, inviting me to play soccer, but I felt this wasn't what I wanted to do. I

opened the door of the boys' dormitory, riddled with holes from our soccer games, and slipped into the twilight like a ghost. I

wandered the empty campus, a nationally renowned key high school, covering a vast area. I dragged my shoes along

the ground, hoping something would happen to prove my existence beyond the exam. As I passed

the small building covered in dense, green vines, I met Xia Rong. I had no reason to run into her

there . She was my deskmate in elementary school, but later attended a second-rate middle school. Due to family difficulties,

she went to work as an apprentice in a factory after graduating from junior high. She was beautiful and flirtatious from a young age. I didn't understand how an

elementary school girl could be so knowledgeable about matters between men and women at such a young age; I eventually attributed it to her talent.

Before that, I was a completely immature child, indulging in games that teenagers liked every day. I

occasionally had feelings for girls, but they were very pure and innocent thoughts, my ideas limited to the area above the chest. That day, Xia

Rong came to school to visit her, who was also my elementary school classmate, and Liu Chang, with whom I had been classmates all the way to university.

Liu Chang was a female scholar, always ranking first or second in her class. She and I were often mentioned by our teachers as

role models for our classmates. Her presence put a lot of pressure on me. Every day when I entered the classroom, I would see her

sitting in the first row, her small, delicate face serious and focused on her studies. My vanity wouldn't allow me to be inferior to her,

so I had to restrain my playful nature and rely on my cleverness to keep up with her. Sometimes, I

really disliked her. I secretly gave her a nickname behind her back: Little Hen. Probably because she was petite

and proud, this nickname quickly became popular in the boys' dormitory.

When Xia Rong saw me, or rather, when I saw Xia Rong, we were both surprised. I noticed that she had become increasingly beautiful, dressed very

fashionably , her short skirt tightly hugging her full and slender body, her two white legs straight and graceful. Walking down the street,

I probably wouldn't have recognized her. After the college entrance exam, bored out of my mind, I noticed some of a woman's characteristics for the first time.

Her overly bright eyes were also sizing me up, and then she called me "Handsome Luo" with a grin, asking if I was free

to go with her to see Liu Chang. I was just looking for something to do, so I obediently followed this pretty little factory worker. Little Hen probably

went to take a shower and wasn't in the dormitory. The rest of the time was naturally my and the little factory worker Xia Rong's entertainment.

We went to a movie theater, crept in in the dark, and sat down to find we were in a couple's seat—meaning

there was no space between the two seats. At that point, all my physical attributes were quite developed,

and thing pressed against me wasn't exactly respectable; in that situation, it was incredibly easy to go astray

. I started off relatively well, pretending to watch the movie attentively. Xia Rong leaned against me, her soft breasts

gently rubbing against my burning body. We were only separated by two thin layers of clothing. Through the gaps between the fibers,

my skin could still clearly feel her smooth, elastic breasts. I continued to pretend to be focused on the screen,

but I had no idea what was happening; all my senses were focused on experiencing the woman beside me, purely physiologically

. Then, halfway through the movie, it suddenly went blurry for no apparent reason. When the scene became clear again, a man and a woman

were having sex on a bed. The man was thrusting powerfully, and the woman was moaning excitedly. This lasted for several minutes before they

changed positions and continued. I suddenly realized that this was the essence and core of the movie; the preceding and following scenes

were merely deceptive tricks. For the first time in my eighteen years, I'd become somewhat shrewd. If

my little brother wasn't hard at a moment's notice, it would only prove I wasn't a man. There was no need to hesitate; with a

ready-made slut beside me, I excitedly began my first sexual experience. Xia Rong had been waiting impatiently. With

darkness and no one around, she nimbly climbed onto my lap, her face towards me,

creating an exciting and suitable angle between her genitals and my erection. We safely and smoothly completed our intercourse in the pitch-black public

movie theater I estimated there were probably quite a few couples like us.

With the understanding and support of the theater staff, we both enjoyed ourselves immensely. Later, as Xia Rong and I

casually walked out of the theater, keeping a small distance from each other, pairs of young men and women

emerged from the darkness with the same expressions, smiling amicably at each other because of this shared secret.

Walking down the street as the streetlights began to twinkle, Xia Rong reached out to take my arm, but I quickly dodged, telling her I was still

a middle school student and didn't want acquaintances to see us. She curled her lip in disdain. I had already decided to treat

my sexual partner with neither servility nor arrogance, but with proper decorum. So I just smiled and apologized. When we were only a short distance from her house, which was relatively safe, I said

goodbye. I walked alone on the street, whistling, feeling an uncontrollable sense of joy. I thought I had

finally done something decent. My love for women and my disdain for them rose together at that moment.

Later, similar feelings occurred many times. When I finally obtained the things I had longed for, I stood

before , enjoying them while simultaneously feeling disappointed. It was very late when I returned. I climbed over the iron gate and slipped into my dormitory. That night, I slept more soundly than ever before

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