[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 22

Volume 2,

Chapter 1: Night Chant in the Mountain Village.
Zheng Gang had completely changed his appearance. If he walked down the street and mingled in the crowd, people would think he was a minor government official or the CEO of some company. In short, everyone would consider him a respectable person and would never associate him with a death row inmate, a fugitive, or a major embezzler. All of this was thanks to Ai Hua's meticulous care over the past three months and the fresh air of the mountain village. Of course, as the saying goes, a relaxed mind leads to a healthy body.
When autumn arrived, the fields of the mountain village were filled with busy farmers. Although the sun was still scorching and their limbs were exhausted, the joy of harvest was clearly written on the faces of every harvester.
Ai Hua's crops were also ripe. A few days ago, someone sent a message to the town, asking her and her sisters to come home to help with the farm work. Ai Hua naturally couldn't leave, because the beauty salon business was booming, and missing a day would mean losing a lot of money! So, after discussing it with Zheng Gang, they decided that his sister-in-law and Zheng Gang would go back first. His younger sister, Ai Lin, was still at home during summer vacation, and with her brother already home, they would have enough manpower. Ai Hua herself would stay in town to mind the shop.
Zheng Gang couldn't refuse, after all, he was Ai Hua's prospective son-in-law, and it was customary for the son-in-law to visit his in-laws during the busy farming season. Actually, Zheng Gang hadn't intended to refuse. He'd been in town for almost three months, spending all his time in his rented room, rarely going out during the day, only venturing into secluded areas at night. He knew that for a case like his, the police might issue an arrest warrant. If it was just an internal police warrant, that would be fine, but if it was a nationwide warrant, his frequent public appearances would be dangerous. Therefore, he felt it was safer to hide at Ai Hua's parents' house; it was farther from the government and they were all related.
One night, Ai Hua comforted him in bed, saying that as long as he hid in the village, even if the local county police caught him, they might not be able to take him away. She had a relative who committed robbery and murder outside, so he returned to the village to hide. Later, more than a dozen policemen from the county came and sneaked into the village in the middle of the night to arrest him, but they were discovered by the villagers. Soon, dozens of young men with shotguns confronted the police. Later, hundreds of villagers who heard the news came to help. By the time a large number of police arrived, the relative had already disappeared without a trace.
Although Zheng Gang had some doubts about Ai Hua's words, it gave him great comfort. Another highlight of this trip back to the village was that Ai Hua's sister-in-law, Xiu Fen, accompanied him. At the same time, Ai Hua's younger sister had also gone home for summer vacation. Zheng Gang hadn't seen this beautiful girl for a while. It was
Zheng Gang's first time working in the fields with his father-in-law's family, and he was very uncomfortable. After working for a short time, his hands and feet were sore and his head was spinning from the sun. Sweat poured down like he was in a sauna, constantly running into his eyes and burning him so much that he couldn't see his surroundings. Just as Zheng Gang was secretly regretting his choice, he looked up and saw a breathtaking sight.
There, his sister-in-law Aihua was bent over, her round buttocks swaying in front of him with the movement of her hands. Zheng Gang felt that her actions were less like labor and more like a sensual performance. Turning his head to the left, he saw his younger sister Ailin, standing upright, panting, squinting at the sun. Her thin shirt, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her already developed breasts, giving them a full, rounded appearance. Zheng Gang was greatly stimulated and felt a pang of shame. If such a delicate beauty was working so hard, was he, a grown man, less capable than a woman? With a determined heart, Zheng Gang plunged into the field, working frantically, which amused the two young women, who couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect.
After more than twenty days of farm work, Zheng Gang's appearance had changed. The disheveled look he had when he first escaped had completely vanished in the small town. After a period of strenuous physical labor and exposure to the sun and wind, his former frail appearance and pale skin had been swept away. His dark skin made him look even stronger, and no one would guess that he was once a pampered bureaucrat in the government office, nor would they see any trace of his prison life.
"Xiao Gang has been exhausted these past few days,"
Ai Hua's father said affectionately to his future son-in-law, patting the homemade tobacco in his cloth bag.
Zheng Gang lay comfortably in Ai Hua's father's rocking chair. This rocking chair used to be the old man's exclusive privilege, but now Zheng Gang's status in the family had gradually risen, and he was entitled to enjoy a comfortable rocking motion after dinner.
"You really can't believe it..."
Ai Lin glanced quickly at her brother-in-law in the rocking chair and only uttered half a sentence.
Zheng Gang took the pipe the old man offered, puffed on a thick cloud of yellow smoke, and chuckled, "I'm fine, but Ailin and Xiufen shouldn't go to the fields tomorrow, they should get some rest..."
Ailin and Xiufen felt a sweet warmth in their hearts upon hearing the man's words, their beautiful eyes drifting towards his face.
"They're used to farm work, this little bit of work is nothing to them,"
said Aishan, Aihua's brother, who had taken leave specifically to come back from the Shanxi coal mine to help with the farm work.
From the first moment Zheng Gang saw Aishan, he understood why this country bumpkin could marry such a beautiful woman as Xiufen. Actually, Aishan wasn't particularly handsome, of medium height, but very strong. What impressed Zheng Gang most were his wolf-like, eagle-like eyes—eyes that were both calm and shrewd, as if they could see right through a person's heart.
Hearing her husband's words, Xiufen chided, "We're used to doing this kind of work. Why don't you, a grown man, stay home and rest tomorrow? Ailin and I can go to the fields."
Aishan, seeing his wife's displeasure, smiled magnanimously and remained silent.
Aihua's father interjected, "There's not much work left in the fields. Aishan and I will go tomorrow. You can all stay home and rest."
He took a deep drag on his cigarette and said to Zheng Gang, "Xiaogang, if you're bored, have Ailin take you to the back mountain. The scenery there in autumn is beautiful; you city folks might not have seen it before."
Ailin happily replied, "Dad, let Xiaogang take your shotgun tomorrow. Maybe we can even hunt some game to go with your drinks." She then glanced at the man in the rocking chair.
"Are there any wild animals in the mountains?"
Zheng Gang couldn't help but ask.
"Just some small animals. If you're lucky, you might catch a roe deer. But they're rare these days,"
Aishan answered.
“There are immortals in the mountains,” Xiufen interjected. “Uncle Li from the village saw an old immortal fly out of Huanglong Cave last year. He was so scared that he knelt down and kowtowed several times.”
Zheng Gang just smiled. He wasn’t interested in such village talk. But Aihua’s father said seriously, “That’s hard to say. That’s why it’s called Immortal Mountain. Xiaogang, go and have a good time tomorrow. You can’t see such scenery in the city.”
Xiufen laughed, “People in the city don’t care. Look at how many rural people are rushing into the city like madmen. How many city people want to come to the countryside?”
Aihua’s mother couldn’t help but interject, “Ah! As long as I have food to eat and firewood to keep warm in winter, I’d be willing to stay in the countryside. At least I feel like I’m living a normal life. There are no houses blocking my way, it’s quiet all around, and at night I can hear frogs croaking from two miles away.”
“That’s so beautiful,”
Zheng Gang exclaimed sincerely.
“At least we know what we’re doing,”
Aihua’s father continued. “We know what season it is. Unlike in the city, where Chinese New Year is no different from Sunday. You can’t even see a flower bud. In the morning, when I drag my old bones out of bed, I can’t hear the cows mooing or the pigs grunting. After day comes night, and then you go back to sleep. What did you do during the day? You probably can’t explain it any more clearly than an animal.”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room laughed. Zheng Gang sighed inwardly: Yes! Many people in the city don’t live with as much dignity as a cow or a pig in the countryside.
That night, Zheng Gang lay in bed, unable to sleep. He didn't hear the child singing two miles away, as Ai Hua's mother had mentioned, but instead heard Xiu Fen's suppressed moans coming from Ai Shan's house next door.
Zheng Gang hadn't been with a woman for over twenty days, and tossing and turning in bed that night, he was already burning with desire, his heart filled with longing for a woman's body. Now, the woman's sickeningly sweet moans coming from next door, in the dead of night, were like adding fuel to the fire for Zheng Gang. He pressed his ear against the wall, one hand inside his underwear, rubbing himself. The sounds from next door were intermittent, accompanied by occasional whispers between the two, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.
Tormented by lust, Zheng Gang only wanted to hear those lewd sounds clearly. He quietly opened his door. Upstairs was pitch black. He knew that besides him and the Ai Shan couple, Ai Lin was sleeping in the room at the end of the hallway. Eileen's room was dark, only a sliver of light peeked from under the door of Aishan's room.
It turned out the two were having a late-night encounter. Remembering Xiufen's rounded buttocks and full, white flesh displayed in the fields, Zheng Gang fantasized about Aishan pressing Xiufen beneath his strong body, vigorously ravaging her. His lust was uncontrollable. He masturbated while gently pressing his ear against the door.
"You...stop touching...you torment me every day..." Xiufen's soft voice rang out
.
"Then I'll just put it in...why isn't it wet yet..."
the man's panting. "Where do I get so much wet every day...ouch...be gentle...it hurts..."
Xiufen's low moans.
"Then come up here...grind it yourself..."
a rustling sound followed. Then came the slapping of flesh against flesh. Xiufen's large buttocks were being pounded by the man's lower abdomen. Zheng Gang thought.
"Be gentle...Xiao Gang will hear..."
the woman said in a suppressed voice.
“He’s already asleep…it’s okay if I hear it…he and my sister do it often, right…”
“How should I know…I didn’t hear him snoring…oh…it’s too hard…is there any water…”
“My belly is all wet…you’re so…it came out in just a few strokes…”
“Ah! I don’t know why…it wasn’t like this before…it’s all your fault…leaving me alone at home…keeping an empty room…ah! I’m dying of fucking…”
“Xiufen…get on top of me…I’m going to cum…”
“Wait a little longer…lift my ass harder…ah…don’t cum yet…”
“I can’t wait…you’re too tight…oh…Xiufen, Xiufen…”
Zheng Gang guessed that he and Aishan cummed together, except that Aishan cummed inside his wife’s hot petals, while he could only cum in his underwear. Everything calmed down, and the surroundings became eerily quiet. At this moment, Zheng Gang clearly heard the chirping of unknown insects outside the house, and in the chirping of the insects, he could also clearly hear people’s panting. He turned his head in surprise and saw a blurry figure flash into Ailin's room.
It was Ailin! Zheng Gang felt a surge of excitement; the little girl was in love. However, she had seen his embarrassing state. It had been almost three months, and he hadn't even caught a whiff of either of the beauties. He was truly useless; if it were Shang Rong, he would have already…
Zheng Gang didn't know why he was thinking of Shang Rong at this moment; his lust instantly merged into the darkness of the night.

Chapter 2 First Love
The next morning, while eating breakfast, Zheng Gang kept stealing glances at Xiufen and Ailin. Xiufen was alright, but whenever Ailin's eyes met Zheng Gang's, her face immediately flushed. Ailin's mother looked at her youngest daughter, who was eating with her head down, and said, "Xiaolin, are you sick? Why is your face so red?"
Upon hearing this, Ailin's face turned even redder, and she replied, "No way!" She immediately put down her bowl, stood up, and ran away. The whole family was baffled. Only Xiufen glanced thoughtfully at Zheng Gang, who was only focused on eating, showing no particular reaction. Xiufen was equally perplexed.
The autumn morning in the mountain village was exceptionally bright. Looking into the distance, the Fairy Mountain was ablaze with vibrant colors, a tapestry of autumn foliage, like a richly colored oil painting.
Zheng Gang, carrying Aihua's father's old shotgun and leading his large black dog nicknamed "Wu Song," strolled leisurely up the mountain along a bush-lined path behind the village, accompanied by Ailin.
Driven by her own anxieties, Ailin followed slowly behind Zheng Gang, deliberately lagging behind. Actually, Ailin had unintentionally witnessed her brother-in-law's voyeuristic behavior the previous night. Ailin had a habit of going to bed early. While the others were still chatting downstairs last night, she went upstairs. It was still a bit hot, so Ailin washed herself in her room with a large wooden basin before going to bed.
Eileen, unsure how long she'd slept, was awakened by the urge to urinate. She went to the bathroom next to the stairs, wearing only a short tank top and briefs. She thought it was already past midnight and everyone in her family should be asleep. But as she groggily stepped outside, she noticed the moonlight shining silver on the doorway of her brother and sister-in-law's bedroom. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Eileen saw someone pressed against the door in the silver light, and then heard the person's heavy breathing and her sister-in-law's moans coming from inside.
Eileen wasn't surprised by her sister-in-law's painful moans in the middle of the night; she couldn't remember how many nights she'd heard such sounds while using the bathroom. At first, she didn't quite understand the meaning of her sister-in-law's moans, but her instinct told her it was something shameful, something adults shouldn't talk about.
Three years ago, one afternoon, she returned home to find the house empty. However, she heard her sister-in-law's agonizing screams coming from upstairs, much louder than the sounds she'd heard at night. Even downstairs, she could hear them clearly. Unable to resist her curiosity, she tiptoed upstairs. Standing at the top of the stairs, her sister-in-law's screams seemed to be right next to her ear. At the same time, she heard strange slapping sounds, which she remembered as the sound of her mother spanking her when she was little.
Just as Eileen was at a loss, she heard her brother urgently call out, "Xiufen…you're really…too wanton…scream louder…you didn't dare scream at night…now that no one's home, scream all you want…" Then came
another series of slapping sounds.
Hearing this, Eileen seemed to suddenly understand, like Adam and Eve eating the forbidden fruit. Her blood rushed to her face, her body felt hot, and her legs went weak. She turned to go downstairs, but then she heard her sister-in-law's sobbing, delicate voice again.
“Brother! Don’t go to the coal mine… Ah! I can’t take it… I think about it so much every night… Ah! You stay home… I’ll let you fuck me every day… I’ll make you want to seduce me… I’ll make you scream whatever you want… Ah! I’m peeing…”
Eileen plopped down on the stairs, her heart trembling like a flower petal, one hand urgently covering her crotch, because a warm stream was flowing out like urine. This was her first period, which came unexpectedly amidst her sister-in-law’s lewd moans of “I’m peeing.” She was twelve years old that year.
When Eileen first saw the person eavesdropping on her brother and sister-in-law’s bedroom door, she wasn’t afraid, but extremely excited, because she recognized him at a glance. When she saw the man holding her penis and rubbing it, her heart jumped into her throat, because this was the first time she had seen the legendary adult man’s penis. Although she couldn’t see it very clearly, the shock she felt was enough to make this girl, who was just beginning to experience love, stand there stunned.
She only snapped out of her daze when her brother and sister-in-law simultaneously let out a high-pitched moan, and the man suddenly turned to look at her. She was so ashamed that she wished she could disappear into the ground.
Lying on her bed, Eileen's heart was still pounding. A thin layer of fragrant sweat covered her body. Her mind was filled with the image of her brother-in-law rubbing his ugly member with heavy breaths, and the loud moans of her brother and sister-in-law echoed in her ears.
Eileen felt her body growing increasingly hot, her crotch slippery, and ants crawling inside her lower abdomen. The tingling sensation made her involuntarily arch her back and lift her hips, rubbing her legs together. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she trembled and slipped one hand into her underwear, roughly rubbing her vulva a few times before biting down hard on the corner of the blanket. Her body trembled, and she cried out in her heart, just like her sister-in-law, "I need to pee!" Sure enough, she released the urine she had been holding in all night, along with her first orgasm, onto the clean sheets. Then, she covered her burning face with her hands, suppressing her sobs, and cried in shame until dawn.

Chapter 3: A Winding Path Leads to a Secluded Spot.
Zheng Gang didn't need to turn around to know the girl's expression and mood. Thinking of the scene from the previous night, he also felt very embarrassed. The girl was in the shadows, while he stood in the moonlight; all his shameful moments had been witnessed by this young woman. However, in the long run, it might not be such a bad thing. After last night's heart-pounding moment, the fact that the girl still accompanied him up the mountain with a shy demeanor today indicated that Ai Lin harbored ambiguous feelings for him. At least she didn't see him as a heinous criminal.
Thinking of this, Zheng Gang stopped and turned to look at the girl. Ai Lin's gaze met his, and her face flushed alluringly in the morning glow. What a shy girl! Only in the countryside could there be such pure and innocent girls. In the city, girls her age would have already experienced countless springs, and even if they showed some shyness, it was just an act, to make themselves seem more adorable. Zhang Yan was called a "pure and innocent girl" in college, but what happened? She acted all innocent and shy in front of him, but secretly, Shang Rong had already pulled down her pants and fucked her countless times, while he, like an idiot, remained completely oblivious.
Seeing the man staring at her without saying a word, Eileen blushed even more, fiddling with the hem of her clothes and unconsciously kicking a blade of grass by the roadside.
"Eileen, you can't walk anymore after just leaving? Looks like I'll have to carry you down the mountain..."
Zheng Gang tried to joke to ease the awkward atmosphere.
Eileen glanced at the man, snorted, and said, "Who knows who'll carry whom..."
With that, she took light steps and ran ahead like a gust of wind. Watching the girl's youthful back, her flowing hair, and her awkwardly swaying bottom, Zheng Gang's heart rippled like a stone thrown into a still lake.
Immortal Mountain didn't look high, but climbing it was a different story. Two hours later, Zheng Gang and Eileen reached the halfway point. Zheng Gang felt his legs were as heavy as lead, and when he couldn't walk any further, he hunched over and stopped to catch his breath. The dog, Wu Song, had already run ahead to catch up with Eileen. The higher they climbed, the denser the forest became, with only a narrow, winding path leading forward. A thick layer of leaves covered the ground, making it soft and slippery underfoot, further straining the climbers.
Zheng Gang, his breathing calmed, looked up to see Ai Lin, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. He hadn't expected the girl to be so much stronger than him; she must have been a seasoned mountain climber since childhood.
"Brother Gang!"
A clear, melodious call rang out, and Zheng Gang saw a pink dress flash by in the woods to his left, followed by a few soft laughs.
This girl was playing hide-and-seek with me. Suddenly, a mischievous glint appeared in Zheng Gang's eyes. He darted into the woods on the left, flanking the girl from behind.
Ai Lin had played at the foot of the mountain since she learned to walk. As she grew older, she started climbing with her older siblings. Later, her father often took her hunting deep into the mountains, so this Fairy Mountain was as familiar to her as her own home. Earlier, when Zheng Gang offered to carry her down the mountain, she had secretly chuckled to herself. So she deliberately overtook him and ran ahead, delighted to see him panting and disheveled. She couldn't resist playing a trick on her city brother-in-law.
Little did she know that while her brother-in-law couldn't climb as fast as her, he was far more cunning. So, after teasing him, she hid behind a large tree, peeking out with half her face peeking back the way she came. But after waiting for a while and seeing no sign of him, she wondered if he was lost. Just as she was about to emerge from behind the tree to check, suddenly, *smack!*, she felt a heavy slap on her bottom. Aileen cried out and turned around to see Zheng Gang standing behind her with a half-smile.
Eileen, recovering from her shock, suddenly remembered that the spot her brother-in-law had spanked was her untouched, pert buttocks. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, she blushed and said coquettishly, "Brother-in-law, you're so naughty..."
Zheng Gang, seeing the blushing girl, laughed heartily, "Who told you to have such bad intentions?"
Seeing the girl roll her eyes at him, he continued, "Looks like I'm no match for you at climbing mountains. I admit defeat, okay?"
Eileen pouted, "Good to know..."
Zheng Gang's legs were now weak and he couldn't support himself any longer. He plopped down on the thick layer of fallen leaves, exhaled deeply, and looked up at the girl, saying, "I really can't walk anymore. You should sit down and rest too."
Eileen was happy that her brother-in-law had admitted defeat and momentarily forgot her embarrassment at the spanking. She obediently and slowly sat down beside him. Due to their long hike, both of them were drenched in sweat, their body odor constantly transmitting primal information to the outside world through their sweat glands. Eileen, in particular, was experiencing her first stirrings of love, her sense of smell and her heart exceptionally sharp. As soon as she sat down next to her brother-in-law, a masculine scent mixed with sweat enveloped her, a primal instinct stirring a slight impulse within her. She unconsciously shifted her buttocks slightly outward.
Zheng Gang, being an experienced man, had some understanding of female body odor. He had heard of the scent of virgins, but what exactly it was, he couldn't fathom. Although Zhang Caixia was also a virgin, on that passionate night, he had only smelled the scent of lust. Now, he squinted, his nostrils flaring, greedily inhaling the intoxicating, indescribable aroma emanating from the girl. It blended so harmoniously with the scents of the surrounding trees and plants, yet so distinctly. This was the true scent of a virgin!
The scent of a virgin was the primal scent untouched by human civilization!
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees, casting dappled shadows on Eileen's face. In the autumn mountains, in the mountain sunlight, Zheng Gang suddenly had an epiphany. The city sunlight seemed far more dull than the mountain sunlight.
The mountain sunlight always touched a chord in your soul, making you sentimental. In such a place, at such a moment, with a pure virgin by your side—how could ordinary people possibly understand this feeling?
A long silence followed, broken only by the wind rustling through the tall treetops. The dog, seemingly perceptive, ran out of their sight. Eileen quietly turned to look at her brother-in-law. Just as she had predicted, his eyes were brazenly fixed on her face. For a moment, Eileen instinctively wanted to escape, but for some reason, his eyes seemed to possess a powerful pull, compelling her to keep her gaze fixed. The two silently gazed at each other. Soon, the girl's breathing became heavy, her chest heaving like balloons, and her small mouth involuntarily parted slightly, as if yearning for rain.

Chapter 4: The Old Monk Points the Way (Part 1)
If he could have the girl before him, Zheng Gang would gladly pledge his soul to the devil, and in return, he would receive a fresh and pure body, unlike Zhang Caixia's. Zhang Caixia could not satisfy his visual desires; they were merely two lonely souls greedily plundering in the darkness, seeking solace in each other's meager warmth. As for Zhang Yan, her beauty brought him not pleasure, but deep shame. Only this girl before him, her heart and body like a budding flower, would blossom for him alone if he nurtured her with care. Zheng Gang held a persistent belief: in that distant city, a man named Zheng Gang had died, and this ancient, tranquil mountain village would be his new home, and the girl beside him would be the witness to his rebirth.
Zheng Gang reached out a hand and gently stroked the girl's delicate cheek. His hand seemed to possess a magical power; the naturally shy Ai Lin, under his caress, showed neither panic nor her usual bashfulness. Instead, she gazed at him with clear, watery eyes, as if they had waited for this moment for millennia.
Under that gaze, Zheng Gang slowly leaned forward and gently covered the girl's slightly parted lips with his own. Every breath she exhaled intoxicated him. As the girl leaned into his arms, his hand naturally touched her breasts. But he suddenly stopped, for he was astonished to find that the girl's eyes remained wide open, without a trace of fear or shyness. The moment her sensitive, virgin breasts were touched, she didn't even instinctively flinch, like a docile lamb awaiting its master's favor.
This was truly unbelievable. Had the girl been frightened into a stupor? But those eyes clearly revealed a look of longing, and that fiery, youthful body was as soft as a willow swaying in the wind. Could it be...?
Just as Zheng Gang's thoughts were wavering, a Buddhist chant seemed to come from the horizon. "Amitabha, good, good! Benefactor, you look so unlucky, you will soon suffer a bloody disaster, yet you still have the leisure to appreciate incense and jade."
After the voice rang out, the quickest to react was Eileen. With a soft moan, she pushed Zheng Gang to the ground, her face flushed red, her breasts heaving rapidly. Panting, she pointed at Zheng Gang, saying "You...you..."
but couldn't utter a word, as if she had only just come to her senses at this moment.
Eileen's drastically different reactions completely bewildered Zheng Gang. He had no time to analyze the girl's attitude; the Buddhist chant and those words had left him speechless, so much so that he lay half-reclined on the ground, forgetting to get up. His eyes were fixed on a spot four or five meters away, where an old monk sat leisurely cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, a string of prayer beads spinning rapidly in his palm.
Eileen followed the man's gaze, letting out a scream, covering her burning face with her hands, and scrambling to her feet to run out of the woods. The old monk's eyes snapped open, gleaming, and he uttered a series of benevolent words. "Young benefactor, do not be afraid, come to this old monk's side."
The words had barely left his lips when a strange thing happened. Eileen stopped, turned and glanced at the old monk, then smiled sweetly at him, as if her heart were instantly filled with boundless joy. Without hesitation, she walked towards the old monk, as if he were her own flesh and blood. When she reached him, her body went limp, as if weightless, and she gently collapsed before him, her eyes slightly closed as if she had fallen into a sweet sleep, a joyful smile still lingering on her face, as if she were dreaming of a paradise.
Zheng Gang was stunned by this series of events, especially since the old monk's words had so clearly revealed his current predicament. He couldn't help but tremble, wondering if he had encountered a demon. But he had been raised with a materialistic education and did not believe in ghosts or gods. How could he explain everything that was happening? A thought flashed through Zheng Gang's mind: he had encountered a hermit master today.
In a flash, Zheng Gang scrambled to his feet, took two quick steps toward the old monk, and then collapsed to his knees before him, crying out, "Master, save me!"
The old monk chuckled softly and asked gently, "What do you need me to save you, benefactor?"
Zheng Gang was taken aback, not expecting the old monk to ask such a question. He thought to himself, "Isn't that obvious? Of course, it's to save my life." He said aloud, "Master, your words have revealed the secret of heaven. I humbly beg you to guide me in how to avert this calamity."
The old monk looked up at the sky, muttering incantations for a long time before finally saying, "Your evil deeds are heavy, and you are but a mortal. If not for this opportune moment, you would already be a ghost in the underworld."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Gang felt a chill run from his feet to his very core, and he trembled uncontrollably. He kowtowed several times to the old monk, choking back tears, and said, "Buddha has the virtue of cherishing life. Master, with your compassionate heart, you must have a wonderful plan to save me. If one day I can avert this calamity, I will surely rebuild my golden body, rebuild the temple, and devote my life to Buddhism."
Unexpectedly, Zheng Gang's confession elicited a loud, shrill laugh from the old monk, a laugh so sharp and piercing that it startled the birds playing in the forest. Zheng Gang secretly looked up at the old monk, and suddenly his face changed several times. Where was the demeanor of the eminent monk he had just displayed? His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, his gaunt facial muscles twitched, and a string of prayer beads, neither gold nor iron, clicked loudly in his hand.
"Forget about rebuilding the golden body and the temple. Although I am in the Buddhist order, I am not a disciple, and I don't want any reward from you,"
the old monk said with a laugh, then resumed his slow, deliberate tone. "As long as you do as I instruct, your life will be spared. Not only will the disaster be averted, but you might even rise to prominence in the future."
Hearing the old monk's words, Zheng Gang immediately perked up, straightened up, and hurriedly said, "Master, please give your instructions; I will certainly obey."
The old monk looked intently at Zheng Gang and said, "Your adversary is no ordinary person. Although I have ingenious plans, I am not confident of victory."
Hearing this, Zheng Gang became disheartened again. He thought to himself, a monk, even with some spiritual power, was not enough to contend with the public security organs; he had actually treated him like a god. So he said, "I'm hiding in this secluded place to avoid trouble, but if they issue a nationwide warrant, this place might not be safe either."
The old monk was taken aback, then chuckled and said, "The nemesis I'm referring to isn't the officials; those officials are nothing to worry about. The nemesis I'm referring to is your nemesis."
Shang Rong? How could he know so much? Who exactly is he? Zheng Gang, shocked, no longer dared to underestimate the old monk, and at the same time, his curiosity was piqued. So he straightened his expression and asked respectfully, "Master, is the nemesis you speak of Shang Rong? How do you know him?"
The old monk closed his eyes slightly and murmured, "This old monk doesn't know who Shang Rong is, nor do I know who you are. This old monk only recognizes your souls. This old monk found you by following the soul of your adversary. Your two souls are constantly and unconsciously touching, just as people say, fate. You were born to be a pair of destined lovers."
Zheng Gang only vaguely understood what the old monk meant, but he had no time to ask further. He only wanted to know about his adversary and how to kill him. “Master, my rival’s situation is similar to mine. Actually, if it weren’t for… for that money, I could put him in the police station right now.”
The old monk laughed again, pointing at Zheng Gang, “I don’t want to know about your worldly affairs. I just want to tell you that your rival is no ordinary person, but…”
The old monk lowered his head to consider for a moment and continued, “You could say he and I are the same kind.”
Zheng Gang understood even less of this sentence, and for a moment, Shang Rong in his heart suddenly became mysterious.

Chapter 5 The Old Monk Points the Way (Part 2)
The forest clearing fell silent for a moment. It was noon, and although it was halfway up the mountain, waves of heat still swept over it. The birds had stopped singing and had gone to the shade to take a nap. Only the cicadas vibrated their fat abdomens and kept chirping. The noise made Zheng Gang feel annoyed, and he slumped there like a deflated balloon.
Although the old monk's eyes were slightly closed, Zheng Gang's expression did not escape his notice. A cold smile crept across his face as he spoke, "However, you need not be discouraged. For a considerable period, your opponent will be no different from an ordinary person. Although he has many tricks up his sleeve and some forces secretly assisting him, he is not invincible. Moreover, with my assistance, if we can finish this quickly, victory is assured. If given time, he will achieve enlightenment, and then destroying you will be effortless for him."
Hearing the old monk's words, Zheng Gang pondered several questions and couldn't help but ask, "It seems you and he have a deep-seated grudge. With your power, why don't you deal with him yourself?"
The old monk chuckled dryly for a long time before slowly saying, "If I could act, why wait until today… but the reason cannot be revealed to outsiders. You need not speculate; just follow my instructions."
Seeing that the old monk refused to explain, and unable to discern the truth himself, Zheng Gang had no choice but to give up. Still unwilling to give up, he pressed on, "Then how does the master plan to help me?"
The old monk pondered for a moment and said, "You live in constant fear, like a stray dog. What is it all for? It's nothing more than fear of
being caught by the police. I will first teach you a trick of deception, so you can move freely right under their noses..." Zheng Gang was immediately excited upon hearing this. Could there really be such legendary power? If he could evade the police, he could confront Shang Rong face to face, why should he hide in this remote and impoverished place? But... Shang Rong had a fortune, while he was practically penniless, struggling even for food and lodging. How could he possibly contend with Shang Rong?
"Everyone has weaknesses,"
the old monk continued. "One of your opponent's biggest weaknesses is his fondness for having affairs with women. He can't live without women every night, and the women around him are a mixed bag, their loyalty and treachery difficult to discern. This is perfect for disturbing his mind, plunging him into endless entanglements of love and hate, preventing him from appreciating the divine wisdom bestowed upon him by heaven. This provides you with an opportunity to exploit him. Furthermore..."
As he spoke, the old monk glanced at Eileen, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, and continued, "This woman has naturally beautiful features and a captivating figure, exactly the kind of beauty men crave. I have already planted a lifelong curse in her heart. Her heart belongs to you, and her body is available to any man..."
Zheng Gang somewhat understood the old monk's implied meaning and hurriedly asked, "Master, do you mean to give her... to Shang Rong..."
The old monk laughed heartily, then admonished, "Be careful ..." " Your fate is to scheme against others; the choice is yours. This woman, now by your opponent's side, will bring him endless trouble, and can even lend you a helping hand. Are you unwilling to let her go?"
After the old monk finished speaking, he stared at Zheng Gang for a while and then said, "If you want to take her virginity, you can do so after I leave... However, as far as I know, your opponent prefers novelty. If you give him something old, I'm afraid he won't like it, and it probably won't have the desired effect."
After speaking, the old monk stood up, dusted himself off, hung his large prayer beads around his neck, and looked down at Zheng Gang, saying, "You don't need to linger here. Get up quickly..."
He looked up at the sky and said, word by word, "Remember, besides this woman, never let him see any other women of yours, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, he had already floated away.
Zheng Gang hurriedly got up, suddenly realizing there were still many questions he didn't understand, but he didn't know where to begin. He could only sigh twice, watching the old monk disappear into the depths of the dense forest. Just as he was shaking his head and sighing, a clear voice suddenly entered his ears: "To know the way back, see the Big Dipper in your dreams."
As Zheng Gang pondered the old monk's parting words, his gaze climbed onto Ai Lin's curvaceous body. The thought of this beautiful, vibrant body being pressed beneath Shang Rong, wantonly ravaged and played with filled him with rage, making it hard to breathe. He muttered, "Shang Rong! I'll fuck your mother!" Then, with bloodshot eyes, he walked towards the girl.

Chapter 6: Incompatible Fire and Ice.
Zheng Gang's fall from a state cadre to a death row inmate, and then from a death row inmate to a nationally wanted fugitive, inevitably underwent a tremendous change in his thoughts and personality. He had lost much of his humanity, becoming increasingly cold-hearted. Especially after the huge sum of money he had risked his life for was swallowed up by his former rival, his heart was consumed by anger and hatred, his only thought being revenge. Yet, he couldn't quite explain the grudge he held against Shang Rong. He had given the money to Shang Rong out of an indescribable feeling—a mixture of helplessness and resentment. If he had died, it would have been fine; what fate that money brought to Shang Rong was none of his concern. Of course, subconsciously, he hoped the money would bring trouble to Shang Rong, perhaps even leading to his classmate's imprisonment. Unfortunately, Zheng Gang was incredibly lucky, escaping the clutches of death. Although he was currently living in fear, he was unwilling to stand idly by and watch his former rival enjoy that huge sum of money without any restraint. Of course, the root of all this was because Shang Rong had broken Zhang Yan's hymen, and he had drunk Shang Rong's foot bath water.
However, since arriving in this secluded mountain village with Ai Hua, his emotions had gradually calmed down, at least he no longer had the urgent urge to find Shang Rong and settle things. In these peaceful days, while coveting Ai Hua's sister-in-law's beauty, he actually developed feelings of affection for Ai Lin, a sixteen-year-old girl. This was an emotion he had never experienced before. He clearly realized that this feeling was different from his feelings for Ai Hua and Xiu Fen. He not only wanted to possess Ai Lin's body, but also wanted to possess all of this innocent girl. Zheng Gang even thought that if he could live with Ai Lin, the love and hatred between him and Shang Rong would gradually fade away.
Now, Zheng Gang's burning heart instantly cooled down after a few words from a wild monk. Born with prominent brow bones and a lopsided figure, he was destined for a life of ill fate, a woman who would sleep with anyone… The old monk’s words echoed in Zheng Gang’s mind. Looking down at the sleeping girl in his arms, a surge of grief and indignation welled up within him. “Why did Heaven create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang? Shang Rong! We were mortal enemies in our past lives, and in this life we will fight to the death. As long as you live, I will never have peace. Otherwise, why would I let you, you bastard, enjoy the women I’ve set my sights on first?”
Thinking of this, Zheng Gang suddenly went berserk. His eyes turned bloodshot, and his hands flew about. In no time, the girl's naked body was exposed to the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. The two delicate, tender red nipples on her chest made Zheng Gang dizzy. At this moment, like his senile father, he stared unblinkingly at the girl's two buds, a long strand of saliva dripping from his mouth, slowly landing on the dazzling white mound. Then, with very slow movements, he twisted his large head, his gaze moving from the girl's chest to her slightly swollen, white abdomen, and finally down to between her legs. The slightly parted legs were not what he had imagined. There, too, was a patch of white, tender flesh, perhaps lacking the nourishment of rain and dew, yet to sprout tender pubic hair. Only a winding line seemed to appear below the slightly protruding mound, bulging and full. Zheng Gang seemed to hear the gurgling sound of flowing water.
His hand reached down, groping for the warm spring in the tight crevice. He imagined his finger as a massive, still-molten object, and with a soft plop, he thrust it in.
"Ah!"
The girl suddenly tensed in her sleep, then softened like a puddle of water, her face still bearing a sweet smile, her legs inadvertently parted as if welcoming her lover's caresses.
Seeing the girl's expression, Zheng Gang's anger flared, and he cursed under his breath as one finger moved rapidly in and out. With the girl's dreamlike moans, a splashing sound actually came from her lower body.
"They're all bitches... all sluts who need to be fucked... I'll fuck you to death... I'll make that bastard green with a hat first..."
Zheng Gang cursed perversely as he pulled down his pants, the old monk's words long forgotten.
However, a strange thing happened. The ugly thing that had been stirring restlessly in his crotch melted instantly upon touching Ai Lin's petals, like solid ice meeting a raging fire. No matter how anxious he was, no matter how much he rubbed and manipulated the delicate petals, it ultimately became as limp as a piece of overcooked noodle, as if all its sinews had been removed.
Finally, sweating profusely, Zheng Gang could only howl to the heavens, having once again become impotent on his beloved girl. But he knew that this wasn't due to a lack of virility, but rather because that old monk had done something shady. That damned bald monk was determined to give his beloved girl to Shang Rong for his pleasure.
Looking at the girl's innocent expression, and thinking that this tender body could only be given to Shang Rong, Zheng Gang's lust suddenly vanished. Facing the slightly sweaty body in his arms, he tightly grasped one of the girl's full breasts and sighed helplessly, "Your heart is mine... No matter which man you're with... your heart belongs only to me..."
Then he let out a piercing laugh. In the midst of the laughter, Zheng Gang suddenly saw the dog—Wu Song—standing not far away, its dark eyes watching him warily.

Chapter 7 Attempted Murder
"What did you do to my sister?"
Ai Hua burst into Zheng Gang's bedroom like a gust of wind, staring at the man on the bed and questioning him. Zheng Gang was startled. Wasn't Ai Hua in town? Why had she suddenly returned? Feeling guilty, Zheng Gang stared blankly at Ai Hua, unable to speak for a moment.
"Tell me! Did you..."
Ai Hua approached the man anxiously, pushing his shoulder and shouting loudly.
"What are you shouting for?"
Zheng Gang sat up abruptly, his mind racing. He hadn't seen Aihua at home when he and Ailin returned that afternoon; she must have been dozing off. Had Ailin said something to her? No way! Ailin had been sound asleep in his arms all afternoon, and when she woke up, she seemed to remember nothing of what had happened earlier. She only noticed that she was sleeping in her brother-in-law's arms, her face flushed, but she didn't seem unhappy at all. What could she have said to Aihua?
It turned out that Aihua had been busy in town for over half a month and had started missing her husband. That afternoon, seeing that there weren't many customers, she hitched a ride on a village tractor back home. When she entered the house, there was no one in the main room, but there seemed to be noise coming from the bathroom upstairs. So she went upstairs and just saw her younger sister, Ailin, coming out of the bathroom with a pair of freshly washed underwear in her hand. When Ailin looked up and saw her, she couldn't help but blush, timidly calling out "Sister," before slipping into her bedroom.
Aihua instinctively knew her younger sister was hiding something. Aihua knew her sister well; if she weren't preoccupied with something, she would have already grabbed her hand and been bombarding her with questions. Thinking this, Aihua pushed open the door to Ailin's bedroom, wanting to find out what was going on.
Ailin was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wearing only a tank top that reached her navel and a pair of panties, her bare legs exposed. She seemed completely unaware of her older sister's presence. Aihua went over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her sister's forehead, and softly asked, "Lin'er, are you sick?"
Ailin turned to look at her sister, her face flushing again, and could only shake her head.
"Is it your period?"
she said, then reached between her sister's legs and touched her panties. Unexpectedly, when Aihua gently touched her, Ailin's body tensed, and she involuntarily cried out, "It hurts..."
Aihua, filled with suspicion, reached out and pulled her younger sister up, urgently saying, "Lin'er, what's wrong? Tell your sister quickly!"
She made a move to pull down her sister's underwear to check. Ailin twisted her body to avoid her, but Aihua finally pulled her underwear down to her thighs, exposing her entire private area to her sister. She buried her face in her sister's arms and sobbed.
When Aihua saw her sister's genitals, she gasped. The small, delicate area was red and swollen, and there were faint scratch marks on her white mound. Aihua felt dizzy and, ignoring her sister's crying, held Ailin's head urgently, saying, "What happened... tell me quickly..."
Ailin looked at her sister with teary eyes and shook her head, saying, "I don't know..."
Aihua was truly anxious. A thought flashed through her mind—could it be him? "How could you not know! You didn't even know you were in this state?"
Seeing her sister's anxious expression, Eileen seemed to realize the gravity of the situation and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "I really didn't know... I went up the mountain with my brother-in-law today... I fell asleep... and woke up in so much pain..."
Before Eileen could finish, Aihua already knew the whole story. It was him, that damned fugitive, who had actually harmed her fifteen-year-old sister.
Although Aihua had worked in the sex industry for a while, it was due to her circumstances. Now, her young sister had been defiled at home—this was unacceptable to her, especially since she had brought the culprit home... On one hand, she felt sorry for her sister; on the other hand, she felt a pang of jealousy. Aihua released her sister and stormed into Zheng Gang's bedroom.
Zheng Gang had never seen Ai Hua yell at him like that before. He immediately became fierce, trying to intimidate her. Unexpectedly, Ai Hua wasn't afraid. Instead, she tore at his clothes, shouting, "You beast...she's only fifteen! How could you do this...you fugitive...I should have just had the police shoot you..." Just as
Ai Hua was getting into her tirade, a sharp slap rang out. It turned out that Zheng Gang, unable to bear it any longer, had slapped her. Ai Hua was stunned for a moment, then pounced on him like a madwoman, tearing at him while crying, "Hit me...hit me all you want...go ahead and kill me...I'm the one who ruined my sister...I'm going to the police station to report you right now...you wait..."
Zheng Gang, enraged by the woman's attack, especially hearing Ai Hua threaten to report him, was both anxious and furious. He couldn't help but reveal his true, vicious nature, saying: "Sue me? I'll kill you first..."
He grabbed the woman's neck with both hands, pinning her to the bed, panting, "Go ahead and sue... I've died once before... We can die together..."
Soon, Aihua's face turned from crimson to bluish-purple, her chest heaving violently, and a cracking sound came from her throat.
Zheng Gang was currently in the midst of a frenzied release; the woman's violent struggle aroused him intensely. Looking at her balloon-like breasts, he felt a strong erection. But just as his pleasure reached its peak, a sudden, sharp pain shot through the back of his head, followed by a blur of stars before his eyes. Finally, he felt his body sink, slowly losing consciousness.

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