9. Compensation

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"Compensation? Compensate for what? I don't owe you anything, do I?" A million curses ran through my mind.

"Oh, look, you got scared," Qing'er said, leaning forward and hooking her arm around my neck. She continued, "I heard from Liu Xin that you're still as impressive as ever. You and your girlfriend sometimes make a lot of noise, really getting Liu Xin going crazy. You guys are bullying my friend, so how about you compensate us?"

"You guys? You mean you and Liu Xin?" I was completely confused.

"Yeah, how about I call her over for a threesome? Your girlfriend can't provide that, can she? Never mind, I won't bully you anymore. I won't call Liu Xin. It's just the two of us here. Want to try it?" Qing'er continued.

For a few seconds, I was truly stunned, completely bewildered by Qing'er's intentions. But the moment she mentioned a threesome, my penis involuntarily began to swell.

"Don't play me like this! I have to go on a business trip today. Tell me, what do you want?" I completely disregarded everything else.

"Nothing much, I just want you to sleep with me once. After that, you're not allowed to tell anyone about me and Liu Xin, and I won't tell anyone about you either. Is that fair? If you talk nonsense and it's bad for Liu Xin, I won't take it lying down. I'll let your girlfriend know that you slept with me, and right here," Qing'er said.

I completely understood this woman's thoughts. The most poisonous thing is a woman's heart. It seems Qing'er wants to shut me up. I guess she doesn't want Liu Xin to keep moving around. After all, we finally have a small place to live, and it's safer living with us.

I was also incredibly bold, lust completely overriding reason. I pulled Qing'er to my chest, pressed my lips against hers, and began to violate her. Others might have reservations about prostitutes doing this, but I quite enjoyed it; I found it particularly exciting. A few minutes later, I simply scooped her up with both hands and carried her into the room Yanzi and I shared, putting her on the bed. I'd slept with her twice before at the shop, both times it was rushed. This time I was more open-minded, I'd take it slow. Home was quiet, and if things went wrong, Liu Xin next door would find out. Anyway, Liu Xin would find out from Qing'er sooner or later
. "You're really patient, unlike other men who are all over the place and want to sleep with me as soon as they see me. Why don't you just come in without a condom, consider it my reward?" Qing'er said.
I didn't dare go in directly. Who knows what kind of scumbags Qing'er had slept with? Although I'd love to sleep with those kinds of people, it didn't mean I wasn't afraid of danger. I rummaged through the cabinet and found two condoms, the ones Yanzi and I usually used. I handed the condom to Qing'er, and she skillfully tore it open, then slowly put it on my penis with her mouth. Since the last time I slept with Qing'er, I'd forgotten about it and her. This time she practically offered herself up, so naturally I didn't hold back. Once she was wet enough, I thrust in straight in, then started pumping wildly.

"Ah, ah, it's been so long since I've felt this good, brother. Usually, I only do this to complete tasks. I don't get any pleasure when those men come in. Keep going, harder..." Qing'er moaned energetically. I guessed this was genuine excitement, not just professional moaning. Listening to Qing'er's moans, and seeing the pillow Yanzi was holding in her hand, Yanzi's image flashed before my eyes, then I returned to reality, directly experiencing the pleasure Qing'er was giving me. I thrust even more passionately.

After about twenty minutes, Qing'er rolled over and sat on top of me. Later, we changed positions a few more times. I have to say, Qing'er's experience in this area far surpasses Yanzi's. If Yanzi is a high school student in this area, Qing'er is a PhD. We made love for an hour and a half before finally collapsing onto the bed, exhausted.
"You're really good at this, your girlfriend is lucky. Don't worry, I won't contact you again. If you want to sleep with me, I'm open to it, but I might charge you later. This time it's free," Qing'er said playfully. Perhaps because this time it was more casual and relaxed, she seemed more genuine, unlike the professional slacker she was in the shop before, who acted like she was just taking money to relieve someone's lust. Her enthusiasm in the shop was obviously fake, a forced smile.

I felt a surge of excitement: I'm rich! I have a beautiful girlfriend, Yanzi, and now, here comes a professional prostitute, Qing'er. They're both great. Although I know I can't mess with Qing'er too much and have to keep my distance, this time we were able to have such a naked encounter, and there will be opportunities to continue our private contact in the future. What more could a man ask for?

I've learned a little massage to take care of Yanzi, so I gave Qing'er a full-body massage. In my opinion, her job is quite demanding, and not every man is nice to her; some are quite difficult. Under my massage, Qing'er squinted her eyes in enjoyment, occasionally letting out soft moans of pleasure, making me want to have sex with her again, but I ultimately restrained myself.

When I massaged her buttocks, I noticed two purplish-blue marks that I hadn't noticed before, and she cried out in pain when I touched them.
"The other day I met an old man who tried for ages but couldn't penetrate me, so he took it out on me, biting my buttocks twice, saying he couldn't let the money go to waste. I was so angry, I told him he could try again next time, and that he shouldn't blame me for not being able to," Qing'er said helplessly. Then she continued, "I've already helped him masturbate twice, and each time I felt ready, I put a condom on him, and then he slowly went soft, and I lay there waiting for him to penetrate me, but he just couldn't."

I could imagine that scene, and I deeply understood the old man's tragedy—a dozen beautiful women lying in front of him with their legs spread open, waiting for him to have sex, but he couldn't, so who could he blame?

"That old bastard's a monster, a psychopath. Next time something like this happens, tell me, I'll deal with him." Having just had a go at it with Qing'er, I had to play the tough guy. Qing'er probably knew I was just being sarcastic, but she didn't say anything more. It was clear she'd had her fun; she was happy I'd gone to deal with the old man who bit her butt.

Later, when I went to the airport, it was already past 3 PM. My flight was at 4:30 PM, and I knew I could still make it by taxi.
Just as I was leaving, Qing'er had already gone back to Liu Xin's room. Liu Xin saw me in the living room; her eyes looked a little strange, but she quickly recovered. I knew she must have heard what Qing'er and I were doing. A few times Qing'er's screams were quite loud; I even suspected she was doing it on purpose so Liu Xin could hear.

On the way to the airport, I was in a great mood. The thought of having two young ladies living in my house made me want to rush back home. The feeling of living under the same roof with young ladies was quite wonderful. On the other hand, I wasn't too worried that Yanzi would find out. It wasn't that I believed what Qing'er said, but I felt that Qing'er and Liu Xin didn't need to tell Yanzi. After all, they weren't that close, and this kind of thing was commonplace for Qing'er and Liu Xin. It wouldn't do them any good to tell others.

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