The Journey That's Getting Further and Further Away (Part 9)

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In the summer of 2011, I was leading a team working on a sewage treatment plant project in a neighboring city with a daily processing capacity of 3,500 cubic meters.
The head of the supervision company in charge of the project, surnamed Feng, was in his sixties, highly capable, and a typical tech enthusiast, very strict about details.
Over time, I got along quite well with Mr. Feng; sometimes he treated me to dinner, sometimes I treated him to drinks. The old man wasn't particularly interested in food and drink, but he was extremely lecherous. He had told me more than once that even though he was over sixty, he felt restless if he didn't have sex every three days.
One evening, after having dinner with the old man, I rode in his car to a bathhouse.
He knew the place like the back of his hand; after a quick shower, he went into the lobby and followed a glamorous woman.
A while later, the old man returned to the lobby, panting, and lay down on the sofa next to me.
I laughed and said, "Feeling better now?"
The old man chuckled, "Feeling better!"
The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Look at you. You came with me, but you didn't find any prostitutes. You just made me find them. Doesn't that make me look like a scoundrel?"
I shook my head and explained, "It's really not like that. I'm just a little abnormal. I have absolutely no interest in prostitutes. I don't know why."
I told the old man about an experience I had a few years ago.
Once, I invited someone from a client's project department out to dinner. After dinner, we went to a very luxurious bathhouse and chose the 688 yuan service package. When the waiter led me, naked, into a small room, I was shocked. Besides the complete bathing facilities, there was also a girl, just as naked as me.
I suppressed my surprise and pretended to be used to it, letting the girl help me bathe. Only when I finished bathing and the girl grabbed my genitals did I hurriedly push her hand away and say, "What are you doing?" The
girl smiled and said, "I'm giving you a handjob. It's part of the service."
I said, "Thank you, but no thanks. I'm not used to this."
Then I asked the girl to go rest and soaked in the bathtub for a long time.
The old man smiled and said, "You might have OCD."
I said I didn't.
The old man said, "I meant in the realm of men and women."
I said, "It's not that serious. I probably just don't like having sex with strange women. Two strangers making love in bed isn't very enjoyable."
I told the old man that a few years ago, I was working on a construction project in another city and hadn't been home for over two months. On my birthday, the boss sent the office manager to treat me to dinner. After dinner, the manager, as instructed by the boss, found me a prostitute. I couldn't refuse, so I went to her room. She took off her clothes and then helped me undress, manipulating me like a puppet. Under her caresses, I became aroused, and the prostitute mounted me, moaning and groaning as she performed her routine service. Looking at her distorted face, I suddenly felt disgusted, pushed her away, and left.
Another time, I was working on a construction project at a seafood company and often took a few brothers to a karaoke bar across the street from the construction site. I always chose the same female escort, and over time, we became familiar with each other.
The hostess, in her early twenties, named Xiaoyue, was very pretty. Although not tall, she was well-proportioned, slender, and graceful. She liked to wear a white short-sleeved shirt, and her makeup wasn't overtly seductive; compared to the more glamorous hostesses, she was quite different.
One night, after we finished singing, as we left the karaoke room, Xiaoyue whispered to me, "Don't go to sleep yet, I'll come find you later."
After Xiaoyue left, we found a seafood stall and sat there drinking. She seemed a little down because her boyfriend back home had broken up with her, making her very sad.
I said, "Why do you do this job? Wouldn't it be better to work in a factory?"
She said, "Yes, but a factory job pays less than two thousand a month. My mother is in poor health, and that salary isn't even enough for her medical treatment, let alone living expenses. Here, although I'm often groped, my income is several times higher than in a factory."
She said, actually, not many people are born wanting to be prostitutes; it's just that they're often forced into it and accept their fate.
That night, Xiaoyue and I both drank a lot.
When I woke up the next morning, I found myself in Xiaoyue's rented room, and she was fast asleep beside me.
I pulled back the covers and saw that I was completely naked, all my clothes scattered on the floor. Xiaoyue was in the same state.
As I hurriedly put on my clothes, Xiaoyue woke up, looked at me with a smile, and I said there was something going on at the construction site, then ran away as if fleeing. Back at the construction site, I tried hard to remember, but I couldn't recall anything happening between Xiaoyue and me. This habit of forgetting things when drunk can really kill you.
When I saw Xiaoyue again, I stammered and asked if I had done anything. Xiaoyue laughed and said, "You didn't do anything! That night, I really wanted to relax, but you were as drunk as a cat!"

I said to the old man, "Look, this is what happened between me and two girls."
The old man said, "You're a bit different. Among those of us who spend years on construction sites, someone like you is rare."
I said, "I also think I'm a bit of a weirdo! You know, the year I got married, I helped a friend with some work. During dinner, he brought over some prostitutes and arranged one for each of us. I was extremely unhappy, stopped eating, and left, making my friend very embarrassed."
The old man said, "Maybe you were purer back then."
Pure? No way. How pure can someone who's been to prison be?
I'm just conflicted."
The old man asked, "Now, if someone arranged a prostitute for you, would you still walk away?"
I said, "Definitely not now. When I consider my own feelings, I also consider other people's feelings. I can't just slap someone in the face."
The old man said, "Isn't that part of growing up? Actually, life is about constantly compromising and slowly smoothing out your rough edges, becoming more worldly and worldly."
After leaving the bathhouse, the old man insisted on going to sing karaoke, probably because I mentioned it, so I went with him.
He went into the karaoke room, made a phone call, and summoned a friend. After selecting three female companions, I, the old man, and his friend started drinking.
Towards the end, I got drunk again, and I don't even remember how I got back to the camp.
The next morning, I woke up with an itchy bottom. Touching it, I found many large welts on both buttocks, I don't know what kind of insect bites I had.
I went to the construction site, exchanged a few words with the foreman, and then went to my temporary office to enjoy the air conditioning.
The old man was lying on my usual bed. Seeing me come in, he sat up.
I took two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator, gave him one, and asked, "How did I get home last night? I blacked out. Did you bring me home?"
The old man smiled without answering, but his eyes held a strange look.
After I pressed him repeatedly, the old man finally admitted, "Last night you drank too much and insisted on taking a girl who sings karaoke out. You insisted on going to a hotel, but I wasn't comfortable with that, so I didn't agree. I just took you and that girl to a secluded spot and made you have sex with her there. Whether you enjoyed it or not, I have no idea."
Wow!
"Is it true? "
the old man said. "Of course it's true."
That's when I realized where all those welts on my butt came from—wild mosquitoes are never gentle.
I was incredibly ashamed and said, "Looks like I'm quite the rogue after all."
The old man laughed, "That's only human nature."
But I couldn't laugh; that's what happens when you're drunk and lose your temper.

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