Beautiful Mom and Pretty Daughter (1 to 12)

I.
One afternoon in May of that year, I rang the doorbell of a hotel room, and with it, I pressed the start button for this story. Although it didn't actually begin that day, I've decided to start from there.
Soon, the door opened from the inside, and before me stood a woman in her thirties. She was on the phone, casually glancing at me as she spoke, then turned and walked inside.
I followed her into the room, the door closing behind me. I discreetly observed her back; her figure was graceful, her full hips appearing exceptionally round and full under her tight-fitting short skirt, swaying slightly with her steps.
"This case is very important, you must pay close attention, and make sure nothing goes wrong..." the woman said, plopping down on the edge of the bed.
I sat down in the chair opposite her, continuing to observe her. She was very beautiful, with long, wavy hair dyed beautifully, and a great figure—slender yet with a mature fullness. She wore a white, tight-fitting short-sleeved blouse that accentuated her high breasts, paired with a black pencil skirt that revealed her long, white legs, and high-heeled sandals. She exuded the charm of a young married woman and the competence of a career woman.
At that moment, she held her phone to her ear with one hand, the other hand supporting her on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, revealing her white underwear from my angle.
The young woman glanced at me as she spoke, and I smiled slightly at her. She looked away and continued her call.
"Yes, I'll handle things at the court. You two do the evidence gathering as I requested… Yes, that's right…" She suddenly looked at me, pointed to the bathroom behind her, and mouthed something, meaning she wanted me to take a shower.
I smiled again, got up, and went into the bathroom. The young woman continued her incessant chatter on the phone. Under the showerhead, I showered naked, wondering what this woman did for a living. Judging from her demeanor and speech, she must be a social elite, a high-end white-collar worker.
I've been in this line of work for many years, and guessing the profession and background of my clients is a habit I've maintained for years. That's right, I'm a male prostitute, called a gigolo abroad, a male dancer or duck in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and in some parts of mainland China, we're euphemistically called male escorts. In Guangdong, we're called "zai" (仔).
Since I started this line of work ten years ago, I've served countless clients, mostly married women, from horny women in their thirties to lonely women in their forties and fifties, as well as some unmarried white-collar women in their twenties seeking release from work pressure. You could say I've had all kinds of women—old and young, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly—but of course, the majority are older.
Although I was initially forced into this profession, I've always been very satisfied with my work. It not only allows me to live a comfortable life but also lets me sleep with beautiful women regularly—a win-win situation of earning money and entertainment. Why not?
But I'm not a full-time gigolo; I do it part-time. My other profession is interior design, and both professions bring me immense satisfaction. I use my outstanding talent to create artistic homes for my clients, and I use my "little trick" to bring women to ecstasy, giving them orgasms they can't get with their husbands or partners. It's no exaggeration to say that I've brought good news to many families in this society.
I have a good reputation in the industry, both as a designer and as a gigolo. Especially in the latter profession, I pay special attention to emotional communication with my clients because I know that women seeking excitement need not only physical satisfaction but also emotional comfort. After all, women are different from men; they are more emotional creatures.
However, I've set a rule for myself: I only see clients three times a week, and no more than four times in special circumstances. Although I work part-time as a designer for two interior design companies, I don't usually have to work in the office; I only communicate with clients and run errands when needed. My time is entirely my own, but I still don't want to overwork myself.
Because there's a huge difference between men and women in this line of work. Women earn money with just their legs, while men do physically demanding work and need more rest and care. This is also for my future.
Since I have such a glamorous career as an interior designer, why would I become a gigolo? That's a long story, so I'll leave it for now. Getting back to
the point, that day, after showering, I came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of briefs, showing off my fit and sexy body. I have a handsome face and a standard 1.8-meter height, strong and well-proportioned, with sculpted muscles. I also regularly get hair removal, so my entire body is smooth and hairless except for my armpits and that area, making me look particularly sexy.
The young woman had finished her phone call and was typing something on her phone. When she saw me come out, her gaze roamed over my body, finally settling on my bulging genitals in my briefs, a hint of pleasure in her eyes. Actually, she was quite satisfied when she first saw me, and now she was even more satisfied.
"Wow! You have a great figure, and you're very handsome too," the young woman exclaimed with a smile.
"Thank you, you're beautiful too," I replied with a smile. "Have you taken a shower?" "
Not yet! I'll go now," the young woman said, putting down her phone and going into the bathroom.
I leaned against the bed, looking at my phone, the sound of the shower running in my ears. Just thinking about enjoying the wonderful body of a beautiful mature woman made my manhood stand up. Although I've been with countless women and am immune to their nakedness, I still get an erection out of professional instinct and self-discipline when I'm about to serve a client, never needing any extra stimulation from the woman. This is one of the reasons why my clients are so satisfied with me.
Because it was so big and currently so erect, I felt uncomfortable, so I simply took off my underwear to let my money-making tool air out.
A little while later, the young woman came out of the shower, wrapped in a bath towel. Upon seeing my erection, she exclaimed, "Wow, it's so big!"
I thought to myself, "This is a gift from heaven, how could it not be big?" I smiled slightly at her, shifted my position, and patted the bed gently, gesturing for her to get on.
Just then, the young woman's phone rang. She frowned slightly, said to me, "Wait a minute," picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and held it to her ear. "Hello, what's up?"
"...Okay, I'll talk to you later, I'm busy right now!" She quickly ended the call and placed the phone on the bedside table.
"You're quite busy, huh?" I asked with a smile. "
I can't help it, it's so annoying," the young woman said, untying her bath towel, revealing her mature and beautiful naked body. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were full and round. I noticed that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and beautiful, and there was a nice tattoo next to it.
She nestled beside me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and said, "I'm just taking a break from my busy schedule, hoping for a nice afternoon."
I smiled and nodded at her, "Yes, you'll get your wish."
She smiled slightly, offered her lips, and kissed me. As she kissed me, one hand went down and grasped my large member, stroking it up and down. Finally, she leaned down and took it into her mouth, swaying her head as she sucked and swallowed.
Many of the women I've served have sucked my penis. Actually, women who come to male prostitutes don't mind doing this kind of thing for them, because it makes them even more excited.
The young woman sucked very hard, the sounds of smacking and smacking filling the air. After a while, she exhaled and gasped, "It's your turn to kiss me."
"Okay!" I laughed, letting the young woman lie on the bed, and I knelt on top of her, kissing and caressing her, my lips, tongue, and hands roaming all over her body, not missing a single part, an inch of skin.
Soon, the young woman was panting heavily under my ministrations, her whole body ablaze with desire, her juices flowing freely.
"Okay! You can come in now," she murmured, reminding me, "Put on a condom."
I did as she said, slowly entering her, then moving rhythmically.
"Gently, it's too big, it hurts a little," she said, lightly scratching my shoulder and frowning beneath me.
So I slowed down. Before long, she was reaching her peak, moaning and groaning in my ear, saying, "You can move faster now..."
I immediately sped up, and she joined in with loud cries, reaching orgasm in just a few minutes. Bringing a client to orgasm in a short time is an essential skill for a skilled male prostitute, and I am undoubtedly a master in this field.
The young woman moaned beneath me, saying, "You're so amazing, you brought me to orgasm so quickly!"
I smiled and continued the battle. She soon had a second orgasm, saying, "Let's change positions? I'll be on top..."
"Okay..." I got off her and lay down on the bed. She straddled me, her depths engulfing my erection, her hips swaying as she rose and fell.
With each movement, her breasts bounced, a beautiful sight. I sat up, hands on the bed, taking turns sucking on the two rosy nipples. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lost in my simultaneous assault.
When I released her nipple, she cupped my face and kissed me. Just then, her phone rang again.
The young woman looked helpless, picked it up, glanced at it, cursed, and gestured for me to be quiet before answering the call. "Dean
Gao, is there any instruction?" she said with a forced smile, but I could tell it was a forced one.
"...Hi! I'm free anytime, it just depends on your schedule...Um, yes, yes...Okay, I'll wait for your call...Um, yes, good, I have something to do here, so I won't talk to you any longer...Alright! Bye, Dean Gao..."
The young woman hung up the phone and cursed angrily, "Go to hell!"
I smiled and continued moving inside her. She turned off her phone and said, "I'm not answering anyone's calls anymore."

II.
Putting down the phone, the young woman rode on top of me, rising and falling more intensely. After another climax, I said, "Want to change positions?"
"Yes, from behind." She got off me, knelt on the bed, and raised her snow-white, plump buttocks high towards me.
As I entered her from behind, she screamed and cried out, suddenly shouting, "Slap my butt..."
Without hesitation, I slapped her big white buttocks left and right.
"Yes, that's it, hit harder." She groaned as she lay on the bed.
As I made love to her, I slapped her buttocks hard, which only retaliated with her increasingly excited screams…
I went at it for over forty minutes, the young woman experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, her voice almost hoarse from screaming. Then we switched back to the missionary position, I knelt between her legs, and while thrusting, I asked, “Can I cum now?”
Actually, I could have continued for another twenty or thirty minutes without a problem, but I felt she was already extremely satisfied, and if we continued, she might not be able to take it anymore.
“Mmm, mmm…” she nodded, her eyes closed, completely absorbed.
So I gave it my all with one last thrust, ejaculating amidst the young woman's screams, releasing my seed into the condom.
"You're amazing, I've had several orgasms..."
After the passion subsided, the young woman nestled in my arms, looking satisfied yet slightly unsatisfied. She asked, "And you? Did you enjoy it?"
I gently stroked her body and smiled, "I enjoyed it too."
Although I don't always feel satisfied, often just going along with it, and giving the same answer to every woman who asked me this, this time I was genuine.
She was such a captivating beauty; I don't often encounter such a gem.
The young woman smiled and started chatting with me. It was then that I learned she was a lawyer, and a senior partner at that. No wonder she was so busy, with so many phone calls; she truly was a successful woman. When I first met her, she was on the phone with one of her lawyers.
I was somewhat surprised; she was only in her thirties and already a senior partner at a law firm—quite remarkable, clearly an outstanding lawyer.
She asked how old I was. I said I was born in 1987, and was thirty this year. She nodded, "Oh, four years younger than me."
So she was thirty-four. I thought to myself, and asked, "Sister, you have a child, right?"
The young woman took a drag of her cigarette and flicked the ash into the ashtray on the bedside table. "Yes, my son is eight years old..."
A maternal glow appeared on her face as she said this. "I work so hard for him; he's my everything."
At that moment, she was so captivating to me, not only because of her beauty, but also because of the innate maternal instinct in a woman.
"What does your husband do?" I followed up on that.
"I'm divorced, and I've been single for several years."
I said "Oh," and didn't say anything more. The young woman took another drag of her cigarette and glanced at me sideways. "What's your name?"
"Ah Hao..." My full name is Chen Junhao. That was all I could tell her; after all, I also worked as an interior designer, and it wasn't convenient to tell my full name to a female client I was serving.
"What should I call you, sister?" I asked.
The young woman smiled and flicked her cigarette ash. "Call me Sister Li!"
I knew she also didn't want to tell her full name to a gigolo who provided her services. Let alone a high-ranking lawyer, even an ordinary woman would have to be on guard in a situation like this.
"Um... Sister Li, can I ask you a question?" I was curious about this beautiful lawyer.
"Sure, go ahead..." Sister Li stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray and looked at me.
"You're so beautiful, and you have such a great figure, why do you still..." I hesitated, then smiled and continued, "I mean..."
"Why do you pay for male prostitutes? Right?" Sister Li smiled at me.
I nodded and chuckled, "If you were willing, there would be a long line of men wanting to sleep with you, right?"
"Hehehe..." Sister Li chuckled softly, glancing away. "You're right, there are plenty of men eager to sleep with me..."
She looked at me, "But I don't want to. Because I don't want any emotional entanglements with any man. I want to keep this kind of thing in the purest form of relationship, just sex, no love, not even a little bit. Isn't there a saying? 'Familiarity breeds affection.' Doing this with a man too often, it's inevitable to develop feelings, so I'd rather pay for a male prostitute."
"But you... you could easily have one-night stands with different men, it's too easy for you."
Sister Li shook her head and smiled slightly, "It's not very safe to do it this way. Besides, you're in this line of work, you're professionals. In this society, everything has to be professional. Just like us lawyers, we provide professional legal services to our clients, and you guys can provide professional sexual services to women. There's nothing in this world that can't be bought, including that thing in bed. So whenever I get an itch, I call you guys to relieve it for me. Paying for a service is fine."
We both laughed. I thought she had a very straightforward personality, speaking without any pretense or hiding anything. And it was quite interesting and cute that such a high-quality, highly educated, and beautiful woman could say such explicit and vulgar things.
We did it again, and this time Sister Li was still screaming and wailing, wanting me to do it with her in various positions.
After we finished, I only charged her for one time, buy one get one free, and we added each other as WeChat friends. She praised, "You're great, I'll come back to you next time."
"Thank you, do you want me to take a shower with you?" I asked with a smile.
Many female customers enjoy having male escorts bathe them before and after sex, pampering them with their attentive service. This is an essential part of our service to customers; treating them like royalty is crucial.
"No need, you can go now!" Sister Li smiled slightly, kissed me on the lips, and went into the bathroom naked.
I was certain I would see her again, because I had many repeat customers, and among the women I'd served, it seemed none had only slept with me once. I believed this lawyer named Sister Li would be no exception.
Leaving the hotel, I drove to the KTV owned by Sister Hong. Sister Hong was a well-known nightclub owner and madam in the city, with many prostitutes and male escorts under her wing. Her full name was Wen Hong, but most people in the industry and the underworld respectfully called her "Sister Hong."
Most of my business came from Wen Hong; she had been in this business for twenty years, and had powerful connections within the government. For years, these connections had protected her, allowing her to escape danger and even thrive.
It was afternoon, and the KTV hadn't opened yet. Wen Hong was playing mahjong in a private room with two girls and a gigolo. When I entered, the two girls and the gigolo greeted me, "Brother Hao's here?"
I'm well-liked here, and since I'm older, everyone calls me "Brother Hao."
"Brother Hao, you haven't been here in so long! We missed you so much!" One of the girls, named Yanzi, said in a deliberately coquettish voice, a thin cigarette between her slender fingers as she dealt the cards.
She had a very hot figure, large breasts and a slim waist, and was dressed very provocatively, revealing quite a bit of her high, round breasts and deep cleavage.
I nodded and sat down next to Wen Hong, but she ignored me, focused on the game.
The gigolo with dyed blond hair laughed, "Yanzi, you don't miss Brother Hao, you miss his little brother, do you?"
A burst of laughter filled the room. Yanzi spat and cursed, "You damn blondie, I just want Brother Hao's dick, so what? You're so jealous!"
Another burst of laughter followed. Wen Hong exhaled a puff of smoke and said impatiently, "Play your card! Whose turn is it? Stop dawdling..."
Wen Hong was in her forties, but looked much younger than her actual age, with short, dark chestnut hair, exuding a mature and alluring charm. At this moment, a tempting cleavage was revealed between her prominent breasts, not at all like the chest of a woman over forty.
I knew she was unhappy with me, so I placed my hands on her shoulders and massaged them, smiling apologetically, "Sister, how have you been these days?"
"I'm perfectly fine. It's actually quite peaceful without you around," Wen Hong said irritably, playing a card.

III.
I smiled, said nothing, and continued massaging Wen Hong's shoulders. She didn't refuse, which made me realize that she wasn't really angry with me, just deliberately putting on airs.
"Brother Hao, I heard you've been really getting along with Sister Mei lately, right? Look, even Sister Hong is jealous," Yanzi said. She was from Northeast China, and her speech always carried a distinctive Northeastern accent.
The Sister Mei Yanzi mentioned was the owner of another nightclub, and she and Wen Hong had been rivals for years. She had always wanted to poach my men and get me to bring a bunch of guys to her place. But I never considered leaving Wen Hong, especially not going to her arch-rival's place; that would undoubtedly be a betrayal of Wen Hong.
"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Are you going to talk trash? Hurry up and play your card!" Wen Hong shouted at Yanzi.
Yanzi stuck out her tongue and immediately shut up. I shifted my gaze from Yanzi's face to Wen Hong's, looked at her for a moment, and softly asked, "Sister Hong, do you believe me?"
She shrugged and said dismissively, "Whether I believe you or not, does it matter? The world keeps turning here, no matter who's gone."
As Wen Hong's top male escort, I've been with her for ten years. In those ten years, our relationship wasn't just that of madam and male escort; we were also her capable assistants in managing the KTV, and we were as close as siblings.
Although rumors about me and that Sister Mei had been circulating among Wen Hong and the other male escorts and girls, with some even saying I'd gone to Sister Mei's side, I still felt that Wen Hong wouldn't easily believe those rumors, nor would she lack faith in our long-standing sibling-like bond. It's just that I hadn't been to her place for many days, and with those rumors swirling around, she had developed some resentment towards me.
I buried my head in Wen Hong's shoulder and deliberately acted coquettishly, saying, "Sister, your world will keep turning even without me. But if I leave you, my world won't turn. Please don't abandon me, okay?"
The three of them looked at Wen Hong and me, unable to stop themselves from chuckling. Wen Hong also chuckled, "Alright! How old are you, still acting like a child?"
I still hugged her and continued in a coquettish tone, "No matter how old I am, I'm still your own brother!"
Yanzi next to me laughed, "Sister Hong, why don't you feed your brother a sip of your milk? Look how pitiful he is!"
We're all in this line of work, and we know each other so well that we talk very casually and often say some crude things. Wen Hong chuckled as she stacked the tiles, "I'm just an old woman, how can my breast milk be as sweet as yours? Why don't you feed your brother?"
"I'll feed him, I'll feed him..." Yanzi said, pulling her already low-cut and revealing top even wider, exposing her ample breasts, and smiled at me, "Brother, I'll feed you."
Yanzi was twenty-four years old and had been with Wen Hong since she was eighteen, like her sister or daughter, and we were very close. Despite her young age, she was practically a madam among the prostitutes, and we were Wen Hong's right-hand women.
When she first entered the profession, Wen Hong had me play the role of a customer to train her, and we even slept together with a couple, becoming quite intimate.
I laughed, "I won't eat yours, it tastes too pungent."
"What are you saying? You're so annoying!" Yanzi was embarrassed and hit me.
"Yanzi, if Brother Hao won't eat, feed me, okay? I don't mind the smell," said the duck called Yellow Hair with a grin.
"Get lost!" Yanzi snapped.
Laughter filled the private room, and the little rift between Wen Hong and me was considered closed.
Yellow Hair asked me, "Brother, you haven't been around much. Are you being kept by some super rich young woman or old lady? If so, could your sister introduce me to someone?"
Most men in the gigolo business hope to be kept by a woman, enjoying good food, lodging, and clothes. With a bit of luck, they might even get a nice car—anything is better than suffering with countless women.
Many female clients have offered to keep me, but I refused, unwilling to be a caged bird.
"That's not true," I smiled.
Yanzi said to Huangmao, "Of course, many women line up to keep Brother Hao, but look at yourself! What woman would be blind enough to keep you?"
"What about me?" Huangmao retorted defiantly. "Here, Brother Hao is the top dog, I'm at least second-best, right?" Yanzi said disdainfully, "
Come on! Take a good look at yourself! Second-best, my foot! "
Everyone laughed again. Another woman smiled and said, "Brother Huangmao, I don't mind, I'll keep you."
"Go away, go away, go away! You're not even fully grown yet, and you want to keep your brother? Go away," Huangmao said.
"Why isn't her pubic hair fully grown yet? Want me to show you?" This young woman, though not yet twenty, was already a seasoned veteran of the sex industry. She immediately stood up, lifted her skirt, and pretended to take off her underwear in front of everyone.
Wen Hong laughed and slapped her, "Alright, who cares about your pubic hair? Sit down and play cards."
At dinner time, I ordered seafood takeout and treated everyone. It had been a long time since I'd been here, so this was a treat for my brothers and sisters.
After dinner, I had tea with Wen Hong in her office and we chatted. In recent years, she had become very successful in this southern city. Besides having government protection, she also had extensive connections with the underworld; she was practically a figurehead in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
After chatting for a while, I prepared to leave, but Wen Hong wanted me to stay, saying, "I don't want you to work as a hostess, I just want you to have a drink with me."
She knew my rules: I only saw clients three times a week. I had just finished one client that afternoon, and I wouldn't be seeing any more clients today. I laughed, "Sister, I really want to keep you company, but I have a few projects to finish, and I'm really busy."
"Alright! My great designer, I won't keep you any longer," Wen Hong said, pinching my cheek with a smile.
She was always so gentle with me, with a kind of affection she didn't show to other male prostitutes, because I was someone she had personally trained and had been with her for so many years.
Just as I came out of Wen Hong's office, I ran into Lao Xie. He was in his forties, the oldest male prostitute in our area. Generally speaking, people in this line of work only stay in their thirties before switching careers, and I'm considered old, but Lao Xie is still doing it.
Lao Xie's family is relatively poor. He divorced his wife a long time ago and raised his daughter and took care of his elderly mother on his own. His mother is frail and often ill, and his daughter needs to go to school. Lao Xie doesn't have any other skills, except for his manhood, which is still somewhat useful, so he became a male prostitute and has been doing it ever since.
"Hey! Junhao, you're here?" Lao Xie said warmly with a smile.
"Yeah! I'm about to leave," I replied with a smile.
“You’re a busy man, busy with your…” Old Xie chuckled. He and many people here knew that my other profession was interior designer. “By the way, Junhao, thank you so much for my mother’s matter! I will definitely pay you back the money as soon as possible.”
More than a year ago, Old Xie’s mother was hospitalized for surgery, and he was short 100,000 yuan for the surgery. He really couldn’t raise the money, so I lent him the money, telling him to pay it back when he had more money, and that I wouldn’t charge him interest.
Because of this, Old Xie was extremely grateful to me, and he mentioned it almost every time he saw me.
I patted him on the shoulder and said, “Old Xie, why do you always bring this up? Don’t worry too much about the money. Take good care of your mother and your daughter.”
“Yes, yes, thank you, Junhao,” Old Xie thanked me repeatedly.
“By the way, your daughter should be taking the college entrance exam in a couple of years, right?” I asked.
"Yeah! She's in her first year of high school now, almost there."
"Once your daughter gets into university, you can finally relax. Have you thought about switching to something else?"
"I can't relax yet. I still have to earn her tuition and living expenses for university, and her dowry when she gets married..."
I laughed. "Hey Lao Xie, are you really planning to do this until you're old? Want to earn money for your grandson's milk powder?"
Lao Xie laughed too.

IV.
After saying goodbye to Lao Xie, I walked outside. Along the way, the male prostitutes and gigolos greeted me, "Hello, Brother Hao!" "Brother Hao, you're here!" The greetings and calls rose and fell.
Because I'm righteous and helpful, I'm very popular here, and everyone respects me. Besides Lao Xie's situation, I've helped quite a few other people.
Huang Mao used to frequently hook up with a mob boss's mistress, though he didn't know the truth. The woman hadn't told him; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to touch the mob boss's woman even if he had a hundred lives. The woman was so pleased with how well the blond guy served her that she adored him and spent a lot of money on him.
Later, the blond guy got a good beating from the gangster boss's henchmen and was even threatened with being crippled. He was so scared that he almost ran back to his hometown. I had to ask a friend in the police to settle things, so the blond guy would host a banquet to apologize to the boss and promise never to do it again.
There was also a gigolo named Blackie who liked to act like a boss because he was tall and strong. He often bullied a new college student named Ah Jun, which reminded me of myself many years ago.
So I stood up for Ah Jun and told Blackie to stop bullying the newbie. Blackie was always resentful of my high reputation among the gigolos and held a grudge against me. One time, he picked a fight with me. Despite his tall and strong appearance, Blackie was no match for me. For over a decade, I've maintained a consistent fitness routine, including freestyle fighting. This has not only given me a physique that women adore and men envy, but also a considerable amount of skill.
After a few rounds, Blackie couldn't hold on. I didn't press the attack; instead, I knew when to stop and told Blackie we were even, suggesting we spar another day, thus saving him face in front of the other male escorts.
When Wen Hong found out, she fined us both as a warning to others. She didn't want to punish me, but since Blackie started the fight, both sides shared responsibility. She couldn't punish only Blackie, but she also couldn't let them go unpunished. So, Wen Hong gave each of us a 50-point slap.
I paid both of our fines, not letting Blackie pay a penny. After this incident, Blackie and I became good friends despite our initial misunderstanding. The boy named Ah Jun also called me his older brother.
Besides these incidents, I've countless times stepped in to resolve situations where male escorts or hostesses were harassed by customers. So, over time, I rose to a position here second only to Wen Hong, above all the male prostitutes and gigolos.
On my way home, driving, my thoughts drifted back to the past. At twenty, I was a university student. An accidental accident forced me to repay a debt I had incurred. But as a poor student, with no relatives or friends in this city, where would I get the money to pay it off? I had no choice but to turn to Wen Hong.
At that time, I was working at the bar she owned, and she led me down this path. In a way, Wen Hong was my mentor; she taught me various techniques for pleasing women, transforming me from an inexperienced boy into a man.
I still remember the first time Wen Hong gave me a lesson; I gave her my virginity, which I had kept for twenty years, into her mouth. She was slightly surprised, yet also as if it were expected. "You're a virgin?"
I nodded, embarrassed and somewhat ashamed. She smiled understandingly, "It's okay, every man's first time is quick."
Afterwards, under Wen Hong's guidance, I used my lips, tongue, and hands to roam over her body, learning which areas were a woman's erogenous zones, such as her earlobes, neck, nipples, inner thighs, and her clitoris.
Wen Hong also told me that the clitoris was a particularly sensitive area for women and that I must take care of it. Under her guidance, I became erect again and was led inside her...
My first client was a woman in her thirties, with large breasts, a wide bottom, and a thick pubic hair. Her husband was very rich but couldn't satisfy her. Of course, I've encountered many clients like this in my career.
She was extremely sexually unsatisfied, taking whatever she wanted from me, and shouting throughout the entire process. My
second client was a woman in her late twenties, working as a mistress for a wealthy man. That night, she took me to her place, a large house that the wealthy man who was keeping her had bought for her. We made love almost all night, and I didn't leave until dawn.
The third customer was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She and her husband had a stall at the seafood wholesale market. She was plump and kept urging me to kiss her private parts. Her private area was unhygienic, with a strong fishy smell that made me want to vomit.
Ten years have passed; time seems to fly by. Wen Hong has transformed from a beautiful and charming young woman into a sophisticated and alluring woman, and I have gone from an innocent young man to a seasoned playboy.
In these ten years, I've experienced many things, some of which are simply bizarre. As mentioned before, I once had sex with a couple with a woman named Yanzi. That middle-aged couple wanted to have a 4P with other couples but couldn't find suitable partners, so they came to us.
The four of us had a passionate encounter in a hotel. When the husband saw his wife beneath me experiencing ecstasy, he became incredibly excited and worked even harder with Yanzi. Later, we did it together again. Whenever Yanzi and I talked about this couple, we were always amazed, thinking that there are all sorts of birds in a big forest, and that there are even men who enjoy watching their wives sleep with other men.
I also had a threesome with a mother and daughter, which completely shattered my worldview. I never imagined that a mother and daughter would work as gigolos together. The daughter was under thirty and was a mistress kept by a rich man. She was beautiful and had a great figure, but she had undergone plastic surgery, including breast augmentation, which I could tell immediately.
The mother was in her early fifties. She had divorced her ex-husband years ago and remarried (also a rich man). She looked young, around forty, and maintained her looks and figure very well. The two of them looked like sisters when they were together.
Over the years, the mother and daughter had frequently cheated on their husbands and frequented gigolos, but this was the first time they had a threesome with the same man.
That night, I took turns with both of them, sometimes embracing one's body and riding her relentlessly, sometimes holding the other's and thrusting with passion, bringing both women to multiple orgasms and screaming with delight, praising my performance endlessly.
From that night on, the mother and daughter became my regular customers, often seeking me out for threesomes.
Recalling the past, I unconsciously drove to my apartment building, still lost in thought.
Perhaps the train of life can never escape the pull of fate; a sudden change can alter its course, sending it heading in the completely opposite direction.
In university, I majored in fine arts, with interior design as a minor. My dream then was to become a painter. If it weren't for what happened ten years ago, I might have already achieved my dream, married and even had children, instead of working as an interior designer and a gigolo in nightclubs to make ends meet and pay off debts. That incident ten years ago changed my life.
At this moment, looking at the light shining from my window, that unbearable scene from years ago resurfaced in my mind, causing me immense pain…
A few days later, I stood outside a room in a five-star hotel and pressed the doorbell. At that time, I had no idea I was standing at another crossroads of fate.
The door remained closed, and there was no sound from inside. I pressed it again, but still no response.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, I noticed a note slipped under the door. Picking it up, I saw a line of neat handwriting: “I’m sorry, I’ve changed my mind. Please leave!”
I was immediately at a loss for words, as if I could see a shy, conflicted, and anxious mature woman before me. Before coming, Wen Hong had told me that this guest was not young, that it was her first time traveling, and that she had never done anything like it before, so I should be careful.
I knocked on the door and said, "Sister, I'm already here, could you please open the door?"
There was no response. After a while, a note was slipped under the door again. This time it read, "I'm really sorry, please leave!"
This was the first time in my career that I'd encountered something like this. I'd actually been turned away by a customer. I'd come all this way, and they wouldn't even open the door. This kind of "disappointment upon being seen" thing happening to a top male escort like me—if word got back to Wen Hong's group of male escorts, wouldn't they laugh at me to death?
I figured she must have seen me through the peephole when I knocked and decided not to meet me, sending me away this way. I just couldn't understand why she did this. Was she dissatisfied with me? Or was she shy and nervous, backing out at the last minute?
"Sister, what do you mean by this? I'm not some nobody. I came all this way for an appointment, and you won't even see me? Are you playing me?" I pretended to be annoyed, but to be honest, I was a little annoyed.
"Can't you keep your voice down?" a woman's complaining voice came from inside, as if afraid of being overheard.
I found it amusing and lowered my voice, saying, "Then open the door."
"Go away? I won't see you," the woman said from inside.
"Then... you can't let me come all this way for nothing, can you?"

Five,
after a while, the door opened a crack, secured by a security chain, and an envelope was handed out. As soon as I took it, the door quickly closed again.
It was a hotel-issued envelope, printed with "XX Hotel," containing a stack of banknotes and a note that read, "This is your payment. I'm really sorry for the trouble."
I roughly counted the money; it was exactly what I charged for one client. At that moment, I found the woman just a door away, whom I hadn't yet met, quite endearing. So I waved the banknotes in my hand at the door, "Ma'am, what do you mean? Isn't that disrespectful?" "
I'm really sorry, please forgive me..." the woman whispered from the other side of the door, "Please leave, okay? If... if you don't leave, I... I'll call the police."
I found her even more endearing and smiled slightly, "Alright, ma'am, I'll be going now. But I believe we'll meet again."
I turned and left. I could imagine her relieved, exhaling a sigh of relief.
In the elevator, I couldn't help but wonder, what kind of woman was she? No woman had ever refused me before. No, I had to see her for myself.
Driven by curiosity, I found an empty sofa in the hotel lobby and decided to wait there. But I wasn't sure if I would see her, or even recognize her, whom I had never met before. But I decided to do it anyway.
Whenever a woman in her thirties or forties passes through my line of sight, I secretly cast a glance, hoping to spot the person I'm looking for. Judging from her beautiful handwriting, I figured she must be attractive and have a refined air; she must be a woman with good material conditions and a good level of education.
Persistence pays off. After about twenty minutes, I spotted someone who matched my expectations. A mature woman in her thirties, carrying a Hermès bag, gracefully entered my field of vision.
She had a delicate and beautiful face, and her long, black hair was pulled back, adding to her maturity and elegance. Tall and slender, with a mature fullness, she wore a tight-fitting short cheongsam with a light blue floral print and high heels. Her curvaceous figure was exquisite, her breasts high and full, and her long, beautiful legs swayed gracefully beneath the hem of the short cheongsam.
I couldn't help but admire her inwardly. So beautiful, so elegant, and her legs are so beautiful. Such a woman is truly rare. Although she is not young, she is exceptional, exuding mature and elegant charm.
My gaze followed this beautiful and mature woman out of the lobby. My intuition told me that she was the one I was waiting for, the woman who had been writing and talking to me through the door for quite a while.
I got up and chased after her. When I reached the parking lot, I called out, "Madam, please wait."
The young woman turned around and looked at me with surprise. "What's wrong?"
I smiled and said, "Excuse me, did we just talk?"
Her beautiful eyes immediately showed tension and wariness. She paused for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else."
She turned and continued walking. I caught up with her and grabbed her forearm. "Please wait..."
She turned and glared at me, saying sharply, "What are you doing?"
I quickly let go of her, raised my hands, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to confirm if you were the person who spoke to me through the door in room 1308 upstairs."
She immediately panicked, but still said, "I really don't know what you're talking about. I've never spoken to you."
"Is that so?" I sneered, took out the few sticky notes and waved them in my hand. "Didn't you write these for me?"
She became increasingly frightened, but her bravado masked her inner fear. "I've already said we've never met, and I don't know you. Please don't bother me. If you keep bothering me, I'll call the police."
I sneered repeatedly. "Fine! Go ahead and call! When the police come, I'll report you for soliciting male prostitutes..."
"You..." Her face flushed red, but she was speechless for a moment.
I continued, “These notes are evidence of your soliciting prostitution. Let’s see how you explain yourself. A woman of your status probably can’t bear the consequences of being disgraced, right? What about your family, your husband…”
“Shut up! Can you keep your voice down?” she said softly but sternly, glancing around.
At that moment, in my eyes, she seemed like prey caught in a trap, futile and pitiful.
“You… what do you want?” she said, her face flushed and head bowed. Her beautiful face showed some signs of age, but it was still exceptionally charming.
I smiled. “It’s simple. I want you to promise me one thing.”
She looked up at me warily. “What is it?”
“Invite me to have a cup of tea here.”
She seemed somewhat incredulous. “Just like that?”
I looked at her and nodded solemnly.
“Alright! Come with me.” She turned and walked towards the hotel, and I followed.
In the hotel’s tea room, the young woman and I sat facing each other, but neither of us spoke. She kept her head down or turned her head away, trying to avoid eye contact with me, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
"May I ask your age?" I asked.
"I was born in 1974," she replied, still not looking at me.
I was quite surprised; I had thought she was in her thirties, but she was actually forty-three. Her appearance and figure were remarkably well-maintained.
"What should I call you?" I smiled at her.
"I..." she hesitated for a moment, "My surname is Suo, the Suo of 'seeking truth from truth'."
"Are you Manchu?" I asked. This surname is quite rare, and people with this surname are generally Manchus.
"Yes," she nodded slightly.
"Oh, Sister Suo, nice to meet you..." I extended my right hand to her, "My name is Chen Junhao, you can call me Junhao or Ahao."
She didn't shake my hand, but lowered her head and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Chen."
I withdrew my hand, my gaze inadvertently falling on her beautiful legs. The hem of her tight-fitting short cheongsam was already short, and now that she was sitting, it was inevitable that her private parts would be exposed. Between her slightly parted legs, the alluring depths were faintly visible, and I could even see her underwear.
She was so beautiful that even I, who had seen and experienced countless women, was captivated by her alluring beauty. She noticed my gaze and quickly closed her legs.
"Excuse me, what exactly do you want to say to me?" she finally spoke.
I paused for a moment, then took the wad of banknotes she had given me from my pocket and placed them in front of her.
"What do you mean by this?" she looked at me with surprise.
I shrugged slightly and smiled calmly, "Here you go!"
"Why?" she still didn't understand.
"Because I don't accept things without doing them..." I took a sip of tea, "I didn't do anything with you, why should I take this money?"
"Oh dear! Can't you be a little quieter?" Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she looked around to see if anyone was listening. Her appearance made me think she was so cute.
I leaned slightly towards her and whispered, "But if I did do it with you, I wouldn't take a penny less."
Her face turned red immediately, and she lowered her head. I pushed the money towards her again. "Keep it!"
"No need, it's what you deserve. I can't let you come all this way for nothing, can I?"
I picked up the money and handed it to her. "Keep it."
She had no choice but to take it, put it in her Hermes bag, then picked up her cup, took a sip of tea, and looked away, saying, "You're really strange."
"Why?" I put my hand on my crossed knee, looking at her with interest.
"You were the one who said I made you come all this way for nothing, and now you're giving me back the money you paid. How pretentious." A smile actually appeared on her face. It was clear that she was much more relaxed than before and was starting to like me.
"If you really want to give me this money, fine, let's go upstairs and get a room right now." I looked at her teasingly.
Her face turned red again, and she looked around again. I chuckled, "I've been quiet enough, no one can hear me."
She lowered her head again and said, "You waited for me specifically to pay me back?"
"Yes..." I nodded, "Besides that, I also want to know why you changed your mind at the last minute after you arrived?"
I leaned closer to her again, staring at her, and said, "Do you know? What you did made me lose face. We gigolos have dignity too."
By this time, I was becoming increasingly interested in this beautiful woman in her forties. Her face flushed even more, and she said softly, "I'm sorry..."
I leaned back in my chair, "It's nothing, but I want to know the reason."
She sighed, as if making a decision, and said, "Alright! Since I won't see you again anyway, I might as well tell you."
Under my gaze, she continued, "It's been many years since I've had..."
She hesitated, looking embarrassed. I understood most of what she meant, but still asked, "Haven't had what?"
Her shy gaze, which was fixed elsewhere, held a certain sadness. "No...no..."
Under my questioning, she finally uttered those two words, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet very clear, "Orgasm..."

I
thought to myself, this beautiful, elegant, mature woman, only in her forties, at the peak of her desire and needs, yet unable to achieve orgasm, is truly pitiful for her.
She smiled self-deprecatingly, "Don't you think I'm pathetic?"
Facing this beautiful, shy woman, for some reason, a feeling of pity welled up within me.
She sighed softly, "Sometimes I feel like I've failed as a woman."
"Your husband, he…" I said slowly, "Is he not good enough?"
She gently shook her head. "It's not that, it's just that we haven't had sex in seven years."
I was quite surprised and asked, "Why? Don't you have feelings for each other? Or are you or he frigid?"
She shook her head again, "Neither. We used to be great. But later… especially in these last few years, we haven't had a sex life."
She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and smiled bitterly, "Why am I telling you this? There's no need to tell you."
"In these seven years, you… haven't had sex with any other men?" I asked, finding it unbelievable, and sighed inwardly—yet another middle-aged woman neglected by her husband.
“Of course, never…” she said firmly, raising her head, then lowering it again. “This is the first time I’ve had the thought of having an affair.”
I paused for a moment, then asked, “Do you have children? How old are they?”
She nodded. “Yes, I have two. My eldest daughter is twenty-five, and my youngest son is twenty and in college…”
I was astonished that she was only eighteen when she became a mother. Besides, to anyone else, she was probably an enviable, happy housewife, with comfortable material conditions and two grown children. But who knew that she and her husband were practically dead in bed, just getting by for so many years?
I listened silently to her past, then suddenly asked, "Did you...love him? Did you love your husband?"
She smiled faintly, "I think I loved him back then, otherwise I wouldn't have married him."
"And him? Did he love you?"
She sighed softly, "How should I put it? He went to great lengths to pursue me, and he treated me very well after we got married. In those days, he truly cherished me, and I felt very happy..."
As she spoke, she seemed to be immersed in the past, "But even the sweetest feelings can't withstand the test of time. In recent years, as his career has become more and more successful, he spends less and less time at home..."
She paused, looked up at me, her eyes filled with sorrow and helplessness, and smiled slightly, "But then again, how many couples our age are still as in love as they were at the beginning? Why should I wallow in self-pity?"
"What does he do?"
"He owns a sizable company, he's considered a successful person in people's eyes, right?"
I nodded, "So, you found us?"
She became a little shy, nodded, and looked away. I asked, "So, how did you find us?"
She turned around, staring at the teacup in front of her. "I have a best friend, we're very close, we talk about everything. She's a regular at your place, she's the one who encouraged me to take this step, and she's the one who contacted you and arranged everything for me."
"Then why did you change your mind at the last minute?" This was the question I most wanted answered, and it was also the reason why we were sitting here talking so much.
She smiled bitterly, “Before you came, I was incredibly conflicted, constantly torn and hesitant. I kept asking myself, ‘Do I really want to do this? Do I really want to have an affair?’ My husband and I have been married for over twenty years, and I’ve never even considered being unfaithful to him. I’ve never even entertained the slightest thought of it before.”
“When I saw you through the peephole, I forced myself to make a decision. I don’t understand. My best friend clearly instructed your mother to send someone in their forties, around my age, but it was you who came.”
“You’re too young, so much younger than me. I already felt guilty towards my husband, and I couldn’t convince myself to do that with a man almost twenty years younger than me. So…”
“I’m not twenty years younger than you…” I corrected her, “I’m thirty this year, only thirteen years younger than you. Besides, someone else was supposed to come today, someone who perfectly met your requirements, but he had something come up, so I came in his place.”
I was referring to Lao Xie. This afternoon, his daughter’s school had something to do, so he asked me to substitute for him. I never expected this to happen. Women who patronize male prostitutes are like men who go to prostitutes; they both prefer younger women, the younger the better. But this woman in front of me rejected me because she thought I wasn't old enough—it was both infuriating and laughable.
We didn't speak for a while. Finally, she said, "I have to go. My son is bringing his girlfriend home for dinner tonight, and my daughter is coming back too. I need to go back and prepare."
She stood up, carrying her bag—a picture of a devoted wife and mother rushing home to prepare dinner for her children. I quickly said, "Um, Sister Suo… since you're here, why don't you…"
She looked at me, puzzled. I stood up and said, "What I mean is, since you met me for that reason, why don't you do what you want to do…"
Her eyes showed surprise and shyness. I continued, "I want to help you. If you don't want to book a room here, you can go to my place; maybe it will make you feel more relaxed. But don't worry, I will absolutely not do anything to harm you."
At that moment, I really wanted to help her, this woman who hadn't had sex with her husband in seven years. Even without money, I was willing to do it with her.
She gazed at me silently for a moment, her eyes exceptionally gentle. After a long while, she smiled slightly. "Forget it, why bother? I'm already this age, my children are all grown up, and my husband has given me everything a woman could want. Except for that…that aspect, why should I dwell on it? If it's not there, it's not there!"
"But what if—I mean, what if—this is still a worry for you? What if you think about it again later?"
She paused, then said, "I've already been foolish once, and I won't do it again. I will never have such thoughts again. It's fortunate that you came today, otherwise I might have really done something to betray my husband. If that happened, I might regret it and be unable to forgive myself."
She paused, then smiled again, "Really, I'm quite glad now."
I nodded slightly, remaining silent. She smiled calmly, "Let's not see each other again."
In the parking lot, I shook hands with her to say goodbye. She said "Goodbye" to me, and I laughed, "Didn't you say you wouldn't see me again? Why did you say those two words?"
She shook her head and smiled, "Then... farewell. Also, I'm really sorry about what happened this afternoon. I also want to thank you for listening to me. I've never said these things to anyone except my best friend. Thank you!"
I held her hand and smiled meaningfully, "Sister Suo, I think we'll definitely meet again in the future."
She didn't respond, her delicate and beautiful face slightly flushed. She avoided my gaze, pulled her hand away from mine, turned, and got into her car, a black Mercedes SUV.
Watching her leave, I had a feeling that I would definitely see this beautiful, elegant, yet shy and melancholic woman again.
Her unconcealed sadness had deeply moved me. This was the first time I had ever been moved by a middle-aged woman in her forties with grown children. Yes, she had touched a nerve in my heart.
That afternoon, I didn't go home. Instead, I went to my other residence, a two-bedroom apartment. I bought this apartment a few years ago with a mortgage. I rarely stayed here, using it as a studio for painting and designing.
After showering and changing my clothes, I called home. "Third Aunt, what's Xiaoqin doing?"
"She's drawing on the computer! Should I call her?"
"No need. I just wanted to tell you that I have a business dinner tonight and might be back late. Could you stay home with Xiaoqin?"
"Junhao! It's not that I'm being lazy, but I have a whole family to take care of. I can't spend all my time with Xiaoqin, can I?"
I said with a smile, "I know, Third Aunt, I'll pay you overtime, okay? Thank you for your hard work."
"Junhao, I'm not trying to earn your overtime pay. I just feel sorry for Xiaoqin and think it's hard on you working so hard outside. Okay! I'll take care of Xiaoqin. You should drink less and come home early."
"Alright! Thank you, Third Aunt."
After the call, I drove to a restaurant, ordered food in a private room, and waited for a while. Wenhong and Yanzi arrived together.
Today was Wenhong's forty-second birthday, and Yanzi and I were celebrating with her. Speaking of which, Yanzi and I were both apprentices trained by Wen Hong. Among all the male prostitutes and hostesses, we were the closest to her.
Both women were dressed up meticulously, wearing beautiful dresses that revealed a bit of cleavage, like a pair of charming sisters, or mother and daughter—one mature and beautiful, the other young and pretty.
Facing my admiring gaze, Yanzi twirled around and laughed, "Ta-da! Did I blind your eyes? Brother Hao."
I covered my eyes and pretended to fall over. Wen Hong laughed and slapped Yanzi, "Alright, stop being so vain."
I laughed, "You two beauties, dressed so beautifully, are you here for a blind date?"
"Yes!" Yanzi affectionately linked arms with Sister Hong, "Which one have you taken a fancy to? Or do you want both?"
Wen Hong slapped Yanzi again and laughed, "You brat..."

The three
of us sat down and chatted for a while. The dishes we ordered were served one after another. I opened the cake I had prepared in advance, lit four candles, and Yanzi went to turn off the lights in the private room. We began a simple celebration.
In the flickering candlelight, Yanzi and I sat on either side of Wenhong, clapping and singing a birthday song. Although there were few of us, the atmosphere was warm and lively.
After the song, Yanzi and I offered our blessings, "Happy birthday, Sister Hong!"
Amidst laughter, Wenhong closed her eyes, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and made a wish. When she opened her eyes, the three of us blew out the candles together.
"Sister, happy birthday! May you stay young and beautiful forever." Yanzi took out her gift and presented it to Wenhong—a high-end lipstick—and even kissed Wenhong on the cheek.
"Thank you, Yanzi." Wenhong happily accepted the gift.
"Sister, this is mine, happy birthday!" I also took out my own gift—a pair of Bluetooth earphones. Wenhong had lost her Bluetooth earphones a while ago.
"Thank you, Junhao!"
Wen Hong accepted the gift, then hugged Yanzi and me, kissing each of us on the cheek. "Thank you, my dearest brother and sister, you two will always be my precious darlings. I'm so lucky to have you two in my life!"
Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke. Next, the three of us raised our glasses to wish her a happy birthday, and then began to feast and chat.
I asked Wen Hong why Tingting wasn't there on such an important day.
Tingting is Wen Hong's daughter, named Wen Xiaoting, twenty years old, and currently a university student in the city. Her relationship with her mother hasn't been very good these past few years, even though Wen Hong loves her very much. Perhaps it's because she has some doubts about her mother's profession?
"Oh! Well," Yanzi answered for Wen Hong, "that girl went out with a group of friends."
"Got out with friends? Today is Mom's birthday!" I said, somewhat displeased.
Wen Xiaoting grew up without a father; Wen Hong raised her alone, never letting her suffer any hardship or lack anything compared to other children, except for the absence of a father.
"It's alright. We only talked about this birthday party a couple of days ago. I didn't want to celebrate, but you two insisted on organizing it. The event was already scheduled, so it's hard to change the time. Besides, it's not a big birthday celebration. With you two here, that's enough for me,"
Wen Hong defended her daughter. Seeing her say that, I didn't say anything more. Wen Hong had always doted on her precious daughter, treating her like a precious gem. As the saying goes, women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong. To raise her daughter, Wen Hong walked the gray areas of society, forcing herself to become a powerful figure in the nightclub scene, wielding influence over both the legitimate and underworld.
"By the way, brother, how was that female customer this afternoon? I heard from you that it was her first time out, right?" Yanzi changed the subject.
"Ugh! Don't mention it." Thinking about what happened this afternoon, it felt like an invisible hand had plucked a string in my heart again.
"What's wrong?" Wen Hong looked at me.
"I almost didn't even see her. She tried to get rid of me through the door, even offering to pay me for nothing rather than sleep with me."
"Really?" Wen Hong and Yanzi exchanged bewildered glances.
Yanzi smiled at me, "I never thought the famous Hao Ge would be rejected by a woman! Who would believe that?"
I smiled wryly, "I didn't expect it either! It almost ended in disaster..."
I then briefly recounted what happened next to them.
Yanzi said, "Well, there are women like that. They're older and have been neglected by their husbands for a long time. It's understandable that they feel shy, conflicted, and hesitant when they cheat on their husbands for the first time. But usually, they're half-hearted, saying no but their bodies tell a different story. After tasting a little sweetness, they become uncontrollable, turning from gentle ladies into harlots. But this sister is really unexpected." Wen Hong
also said, "Yeah, it's a bit strange."
The three of them sighed for a while and then started talking about other things. After eating and chatting for a while, Yanzi asked where they wanted to go later. Wen Hong asked me if Xiao Qin had anyone to take care of her. I said I had already arranged it with my third aunt.
"Okay, how about we go to karaoke? It's on me," Wen Hong said.
I smiled and said, "I'm fine with anything, whatever you want."
"Hey! Sis, have you forgotten that we run a karaoke bar? What kind of singing are we doing here?" Yanzi exclaimed.
Wen Hong laughed, "Are we just putting on a show? Who comes here to sing properly? The sound system is nowhere near as good as a proper KTV."
"How about we go to your place later? Tingting's at boarding school anyway..." Yanzi looked at me, then shifted her gaze from my face to Wen Hong's, and laughed, "On such a happy day, how about the three of us have a threesome? Consider it another special birthday present for you, how about it?"
"Get lost!" Wen Hong's face flushed instantly. Although she'd been in the world of pleasure for twenty years, hearing Yanzi say something like that, especially in front of me, still made her quite embarrassed.
"What's the big deal? Sis, have you forgotten that Hao Ge and I were both brought up by you? We've done it before, what's the big deal about the three of us doing it together?" Yanzi said, looking at me, "What do you think, brother?"
I smiled slightly, "I'll say it again, I'm fine with anything, whatever you want." With everyone
so happy today, and Yanzi in such a high mood, I was naturally willing to cooperate.
Yanzi is right. The three of us are intimately familiar with each other. Wen Hong is in her prime at forty, single, and managing so many male prostitutes; it's impossible for her to remain chaste. For years, she's been the mistress of her protector, and she's also maintained a long-term casual sex relationship with me.
As for Yanzi and me, when she first entered the industry, Wen Hong had me do it with her as part of her training. Wen Hong even personally instructed me; it wasn't exactly a threesome, but it was close. Moreover, male prostitutes and male prostitutes under the same madam often find solace in each other during the off-season, and Yanzi and I were no exception.
Threesomes are common for people like us. Yanzi has had her share of threesomes with other prostitutes and clients, and even group sex has happened before. I've also served the same female client with other male prostitutes; these things are nothing new to me.
Seeing that I didn't object, Yanzi immediately hugged Wenhong and said coquettishly, "Please! Sister, Brother has agreed."
"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything with you." Wenhong's pretty face flushed slightly, and she gently patted Yanzi's cheek, smiling affectionately.
"Thank you, Sister, you're so good!" Yanzi kissed Wenhong and pressed her face against hers.
"But, for safety's sake, it's better to go to Junhao's place. What if that girl comes back and sees us?" Wenhong added, looking at me with a smile.
Yanzi also looked at me, and I smiled and nodded.
In Suo Wanling's dining room, the family was having a meal together. Besides Suo Wanling, there was a middle-aged man around fifty years old, a young woman in her twenties, and a young couple around twenty years old.
Su Fei chatted enthusiastically with her brother's girlfriend. At twenty-five years old, she had a beautiful face and a great figure, and was over 1.7 meters tall. Her glasses added to her intellectual beauty.
Today was the first time her younger brother brought his girlfriend home, and also the first time the whole family met her. The girl was a year younger than her brother and studied at the same university.
However, Su Wanling, the hostess, was somewhat distracted, not even hearing her son's girlfriend speak to her. Su Fei had to remind her mother, "Mom, Mom, Jingjing is talking to you!"
"Oh! What?" Su Wanling finally snapped out of her afternoon reverie.
"Auntie, I mean, your cooking is really good, the dishes are especially delicious," the girl named Jingjing said with a graceful smile.
"Oh! I just made it haphazardly, it's not very good, Jingjing, please don't mind," Su Wanling said calmly.
She had prepared this meal herself after returning home from the hotel that afternoon. Her daughter, Su Fei, had also specially left work early to help; she usually didn't live at home and had her own little world.
But Su Wanling's thoughts hadn't completely returned to reality from her meeting with me that afternoon, so for a moment just now, she was detached from the lively conversation between her family and her son's girlfriend.
“Oh, Auntie, you did a great job, I really like it.” Jingjing said, exchanging a smile with her boyfriend Su Xiaoqiang beside her.
Su Jueming noticed his wife’s absent-mindedness and asked, “What’s wrong? Wanling, what are you thinking about?”
“N-nothing,” Su Wanling could only cover up.
“Where did you go this afternoon?” Su Jueming’s tone was somewhat interrogative.
From the moment dinner started tonight, he had been acting like the head of the household as always, not caring that his son’s girlfriend was visiting for the first time, and not thinking about giving his wife any face.

Eight.
Faced with her husband’s question, Su Wanling’s heart pounded. She forced herself to calm down, “I went to the dance school to discuss some things with Huimin.”
She used to be a dancer and had partnered with a close friend from her old song and dance troupe to open a dance art training center.
Su Jueming glanced at his wife silently and said nothing more. Su Wanling's heart was still pounding. To avoid arousing her husband's suspicion, she smiled at her son's girlfriend and said, "By the way, Jingjing, are your parents usually busy with work?"
Jingjing smiled and replied, "Not really! My dad is a bit busy, but my mom is relatively free. Thank you for your concern, Auntie."
"Jingjing, what do your parents do?" Su Jueming asked from the side.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Su Xiaoqiang was a little annoyed by his father's question and stopped him with a complaining tone. He had been spoiled by his father, mother, and sister since childhood and was a pampered young master.
"Nothing, Xiaoqiang..." Jingjing tugged at her boyfriend and smiled at Su Jueming again, "Uncle, my dad is..."
She answered Su Jueming's question generously and continued chatting with Su Wanling and her mother. From the moment she entered the house, she was very polite and articulate.
"Sis, you're so beautiful! Xiaoqiang always told me he has a beautiful older sister, and he even showed off your photos to me. Seeing you in person today, I think you're even more of a beauty. Compared to you, I'm just an ugly duckling."
Su Fei was overjoyed and chuckled, "Jingjing, you're too modest. Actually, you're very beautiful too..."
"By the way, Xiaoqiang even showed my photos to some male classmates. A lot of boys at school know he has a beautiful and elegant older sister."
"Really? You brat..." Su Fei glared at her brother, feigning anger, "You actually dared to show your older sister's picture to your male classmates?"
"No! Sis, they saw it on my phone themselves." Su Xiaoqiang blushed and protested.
Su Fei smiled proudly, "So what if they saw it! A few little brats, it's pointless for them to see it."
"Sis, how many times have I told you, we're not little brats." Su Xiaoqiang retorted defiantly.
"Tch! He's just a little brat, still in college! What else could he be but a little brat?"
"Alright, Feifei, stop teasing your brother." Suo Wanling laughed, affectionately slapping her daughter.
After dinner, I drove Wen Hong and Yanzi to my apartment. They hadn't driven when they came, so it was convenient now.
I took a shower first, then let Wen Hong and Yanzi go in to shower. I lay naked on the bed, listening to the sound of the shower running and the two women's laughter coming from the bathroom.
After a while, Wen Hong and Yanzi came out, hand in hand, both completely naked, their beautiful bodies fully exposed. One was mature and voluptuous, the other hot and alluring, their pubic hair lush and inviting.
"Brother, move over a bit, make room," Yanzi said, pushing Wenhong towards me. "Sister, you're in the middle."
Wenhong lay down beside me, with Yanzi on her side. I embraced Wenhong's mature and beautiful body, smiling slightly, "Happy birthday, sister."
Then I kissed her lips. Yanzi caressed Wenhong's breasts, kissing her neck and earlobes. After a passionate kiss
, I released her lips, and she moved closer to Yanzi, kissing her back. At the same time, Wenhong's left hand fell and grasped my erection.
The two women kissed for a while, then separated, and Yanzi kissed me again. The three of us kissed, our eyes glazed over, the air thick with a sensual scent…
As our bodies intertwined, Yanzi leaned down and took my penis in her mouth, then buried her face between Wenhong's legs… After a long while, she looked up at me and said, “Brother, I’m so wet, come in?”
So I climbed on top of Wenhong and thrust into her, her moans echoing through the room.
While I was with Wenhong, Yanzi held her, kissing and caressing her… Soon, Wenhong reached her climax, panting, “That’s enough, let’s do it with Yanzi for a bit?”
And so, I took turns with the two women, their moans rising and falling, filling the room…
I did it for over an hour, trying almost every position. Near the end, I asked with a laugh, “Who will I cum on?”
Yanzi laughed, “Of course, it’ll be on my sister, she’s celebrating her birthday today!”
“You little brat…” Wenhong, lost in passion, slapped Yanzi.
Finally, I ejaculated deep inside Wenhong. Afterwards, Yanzi gasped, "Oh my god! Brother, you were amazing, you almost killed me."
Wen Hong was also panting, laughing, "What else? So many women like him..."
I hugged Wen Hong and laughed, "Sister, was it good?"
She laughed too, "Mmm, so good, thank you, baby."
Yanzi hugged Wen Hong back, grinning, "Sister, are you satisfied with the birthday present I just gave you?"
Wen Hong pinched her cheek and laughed, "Satisfied, satisfied, extremely satisfied, there's no better gift than this."
Yanzi buried her face in Wen Hong's breasts and smiled at me, "Brother, when it's my birthday, you have to give me a gift like this too, give it to me together with Sister. Don't be lazy then! You have to put in as much effort as you did today."
I smiled without saying a word. Wen Hong laughed, "Why wait until your birthday? Your brother can give it to you later!"
Yanzi pouted and said, "I don't want him to give it to me today! He already gave you the best, like he's a robot!"
The three of them laughed. Yanzi nestled in Wen Hong's arms and said, "Sister, I've noticed that you're using your own apprentice!"
Wen Hong pinched her butt and spat, "You brat, always making fun of your sister."
Yanzi laughed again, "By the way, I just ejaculated inside you. Are you in your safe period these days? If not, you might get pregnant! Why not give Tingting a little brother or sister?"
Wen Hong blushed instantly, pushed Yanzi away from her pinched nipple, and scolded, "You brat, what are you saying? You're never going to stop..."
"Sister, sister, be gentle, be gentle, it hurts..." Yanzi begged for mercy.
Amidst the laughter, Yanzi received a phone call. After finishing the call, she jumped out of bed, grabbing her underwear and pulling it up while yelling, "Oh no, oh no, we're one short for mahjong! Help!"
"Are you leaving?" I asked.
Yanzi was a huge mahjong addict. Most gigolos and prostitutes were addicted to mahjong, but Yanzi was particularly notorious among Wen Hong's group of prostitutes and gigolos.
So much so that a joke circulated among them: one day, while Yanzi was entertaining a client in a brothel, someone called from outside, "Yanzi, time to play mahjong!" Upon hearing this, Yanzi pushed aside the client she was halfway through with and ran out.
Of course, this was a fabricated story, but it gives a glimpse into how addicted Yanzi was to mahjong.
"Yes! Yes! My sisters are waiting! I can't not go..." Yanzi said, putting on her bra.
"At least wash up before you go," Wen Hong said.
"No more washing, no more washing, what's the point of washing? Brother didn't ejaculate inside me, what's there to wash?"
Yanzi quickly put on her clothes, came over and kissed Wenhong and me on the lips. "I'll leave you two to your own world, bye-bye!"
Watching her departing figure, Wenhong chuckled affectionately and scolded, "What a naughty girl!"
After Yanzi left, the house fell silent. Wenhong and I hugged each other and talked.
"Sister, hasn't Tingting ever doubted her own background?" I hugged Wenhong from behind, cupping her ample breasts in my hands.
Wenhong had only told me about Wen Xiaoting's background; even Yanzi didn't know.
"Sigh!" she sighed softly, "As she grows older, the little girl wants to know more and more who her father is, but she hasn't doubted whether I'm her biological daughter."
"Then, are you really planning to keep it from her forever? Never let her recognize that person as her father?" I asked.
Wenhong didn't speak, her melancholy gaze fixed on the ceiling. Our thoughts drifted back to the past.

9.
Wen Hong's hometown is in a poor rural area in Southwest China. She came here to work at the age of eighteen, doing all sorts of jobs, including waitress, beer girl, and sales promoter, enduring a lot of hardship and toil.
At twenty-one, one of her friends became pregnant with the daughter of a young government official and secretly gave birth.
Shortly after the child's birth, Wen Hong's friend committed suicide due to postpartum depression. Wen Hong then adopted the child, giving her her own surname and naming her Wen Xiaoting.
To raise the child, Wen Hong had to work as a hostess in a nightclub. Using her intelligence, shrewdness, and connections in the underworld, she became a madam in her late twenties. Once, a police raid on prostitution affected the nightclub where Wen Hong worked as a madam, forcing her to seek out Wen Xiaoting's biological father.
At that time, the man was very successful and held a high-ranking position. Wen Hong told him her secret from years ago. The man, however, had some conscience. Although he wouldn't acknowledge the daughter he couldn't legally acknowledge, he was grateful for Wen Hong's help in raising her and thus helped her. From then on, that man became Wen Hong's protector, and he remains so to this day.
As the man's official position rose higher and higher, Wen Hong's business flourished under his protection. Over the years, countless nightclubs in our city have closed down, but Wen Hong has remained standing, practically the queen of the city's nightclubs.
Of course, in the process, Wen Hong also reciprocated with a considerable sum of money, becoming his mistress and even arranging for him and Wen Xiaoting to meet secretly a few times.
However, to this day, Wen Xiaoting still doesn't know who her biological father is, or whether he's still alive. She suspects that the uncle she's met a few times since childhood is her mother's lover.
"He has his own family and children, and given his status, how could he possibly acknowledge Tingting? He can only keep it from Tingting forever,"
Wen Hong said wistfully. "Although I also feel this is unfair to Tingting, there's nothing I can do."
I sighed, "Yes! That's all we can do."
"But I'm thinking, my line of work is like walking a tightrope. The higher you climb, the easier it is to fall off. It could happen at any moment. If that day ever comes, I'll tell Tingting the truth, hand her over to her father, and have him secretly take care of her and protect her..."
At this moment, Wen Hong didn't realize that while she was walking a tightrope, her protector, Wen Xiaoting's father, wasn't he also walking a tightrope? He might fall even before her. How could this protector safeguard her and her daughter for a lifetime? That's a story for later, so let's leave it at that.
After a long silence, Wen Hong suddenly said in my arms, "Junhao, do you know why I insisted on adopting Tingting instead of handing her over to her father or sending her to a children's welfare home?"
I had heard Wen Hong mention this before; she adopted her because she felt sorry for the child. Now, hearing her say this, there must be a deeper reason.
"Sister, tell me..." I gently kissed Wen Hong's smooth shoulders and neck.
“Because, I once had a daughter, my own daughter…” she said slowly.
I’ve known Wen Hong for ten years, and I’d never heard her mention having a daughter before. I was shocked.
“I’ve never told anyone about this, not even you.”
Through Wen Hong’s story, I learned about this woman’s painful past.
That summer when she was sixteen, Wen Hong, who had been farming after graduating from junior high school, met a boy from a big city who was visiting their neighborhood. Wen Hong was deeply attracted to this boy; he was like a sudden ray of sunshine, illuminating her previously bleak life.
They fell in love at first sight, had a brief romance, and even had sex. Although it was only once, after the boy left, Wen Hong discovered she was pregnant. She was naive and terrified, and dared not tell anyone.
As her belly grew larger, the truth eventually came out. Her parents, who were working in another city, rushed back and forced her to reveal who had been pregnant.
No matter how her parents interrogated or beat her, Wen Hong refused to say who the boy was. Desperate, her parents tried everything to get her to have an abortion. But by then, her belly was already quite large, and given the conservative values of the countryside—family scandals shouldn't be aired in public—her parents had no choice but to send Wenhong to her aunt's house, who had married and moved away,
so she could give birth there. The day after the baby was born, a woman came to her aunt's house and took the child away. Mother and daughter were separated forever, never to see each other again.
In the days that followed, Wenhong often hid in secluded places, thinking of her daughter, thinking of her daughter's father, crying as she thought, dreaming that one day the boy would return to find her, leading her to search the ends of the earth for their child .
"At that time, I really missed my child so much. I didn't know where she was? How she was doing? Even if she was still alive?"
At this point, Wenhong
burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably in my arms. I silently held her, gently stroking her body. It was the first time I had seen this famous nightclub boss in the city so vulnerable, crying like a little girl in my arms. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Wen Hong cried for a while, then stopped and continued, "I asked my parents where they took the child, but no matter how much I asked or begged them, they wouldn't tell me the truth. They just said they gave her away."
"For so many years, not a single day has passed without me thinking about her. I wonder how much she's grown up, how she's graduated from university and started working, how she's getting married. If she were still alive, she'd be twenty-five this year. I...I really want to see her now, even just a glimpse would be a blessing from God!"
She choked up again, sobbing uncontrollably in my arms. I stroked her, murmuring words of comfort, "Sister, it's all in the past, it's all in the past..."
Wen Hong cried for a while longer, wiping away tears as she said, "So, after Tingting's biological mother died, I believed that God had taken pity on me and given me a daughter. No matter what, I was determined to raise her to adulthood, take good care of her, and give her the best life..."
"Sister, you did it. Tingting is growing up very well now." I gently wiped away Wen Hong's tears.
She smiled through her tears, "Yes! Every time I see Tingting grow up so beautiful and become a college student, I feel especially comforted and glad I made that choice."
Her voice suddenly turned sad again, "But I still can't stop missing my biological daughter..."
After a moment of silence, I asked, "Sister, have you looked for that child all these years?"
Wen Hong smiled bitterly, "Of course I have! As my financial situation has improved, I've wanted to find my child more and more. But in this vast sea of people, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. I've searched everywhere for her all these years, but there's been no trace of her."
I said, "The woman who took the child back then probably sold her to human traffickers, right?"
Wen Hong nodded, "Yes, I even suspect she herself is a human trafficker. A few years ago, I sent someone back to my hometown to find that woman and ask her, but she had already disappeared. All these years, no matter how I search, I haven't found a single clue. I only know that the woman's surname is Zang, her name is Zang Xiaolan, she's from my aunt's village, and she was probably born in the late 1950s."
"Sister, you will definitely find your daughter, you definitely will!"
She smiled slightly. "Thank you, Junhao. As long as I'm alive, I will never give up the belief that I will see my daughter again."
I nodded. "Yes, never give up. From now on, I will help you search. I mean what I say."
She smiled with relief. "Junhao, it's good that you've been there all these years. Having you by my side has given me a lot of comfort."
"Sister..." I cupped her tear-streaked face and gazed at her affectionately. "Although my abilities are limited, as long as I'm here, I will not let you suffer any injustice or bullying."
These words came from the bottom of my heart. There has always been a special relationship between Wenhong and me. We are not relatives, nor lovers, yet we are closer than relatives and lovers. We are teacher and student, friends with benefits, mother and gigolo, best friends and closest siblings. All these relationships combined make us inseparable.
"Yes, I believe you." Wenhong smiled and nodded, offering her lips to me in a deep kiss.
As we parted, she held my newly erect member and asked, "Baby, tell me honestly, have you ever hated me? Hated me for bringing you into this industry?"
I gently stroked her face and smiled, "Never. Everyone has their own destiny. I'm fine the way I am now."
"But you still carry that heavy cross. Are you planning to carry it for the rest of your life?"
"I don't see it as a cross. It's become a part of my life, and I'm glad to have it in my life." "
Junhao, you know what? You're really kind, a really good person, that's why I like you so much..." Wen Hong murmured, her gaze filled with passion.
I laughed, "Sister, actually you're kind too. Otherwise, why would you raise someone else's child as your own? We're the same kind of people."
We kissed passionately again, and then I asked with a smile, "Besides the reasons you mentioned, I guess the reason you like me so much is because I'm well-endowed and good in bed, and I can make you feel good, right?"
"You're so annoying!" Wen Hong playfully hit me. "You little rascal, how come you're just like that brat Yanzi?"
I laughed. "Of course! We're both your favorite little rascals! Birds of a feather flock together."
She laughed. "That's true, I love you both so much..."
Another tender and lingering kiss, and she said coquettishly, "I want it again, hurry up and come in..."
"Okay!" I smiled slightly, rolled over and straddled Wen Hong, being led deep inside by her...

10.
Suo Wanling soaked in the bathtub, recalling once again the scene of our meeting that afternoon. At that moment, she silently murmured to herself, "He's so handsome, his eyes are so gentle, he doesn't seem like a bad person at all. Should I really reject him?" Then,
she thought again and cursed herself, "Suo Wanling, how could you have such dirty, lewd thoughts again? This afternoon, didn't you resolutely resolve never to have such thoughts again?" The more
she thought about it, the more self-reproachful she became. "Suo Wanling, Suo Wanling, you have a family that everyone envies, your son is even dating, what more could you want? If, just now, at that harmonious dinner table, let alone Jueming, even if your daughter, son, and son's girlfriend knew about the evil thoughts that had always been in your heart, and your attempted infidelity this afternoon, where would you put your face? What would they think of you as their mother?"
Even so, my image still lingered in Suo Wanling's mind. Unconsciously, she began to gently caress her body, starting from her chin and neck, circling down to her breasts, and then continuing downwards.
During this process, she felt as if my hands were wandering over her body, making her unable to control herself. Finally, it reached between her legs, lingering on her two honeyed lips.
"Mmm, ah!" she let out a soft moan, masturbating while thinking of me.
Just then, there was a knock and a shout from outside the door, "Mom, Mom..."
Suo Wanling snapped out of her daze, removing her hand from her crotch, her face flushed and her heart pounding, asking, "W-what?"
"Can I come in? I want to talk to you for a bit?" Su Fei said from outside the door.
"Come in, come in! The door's unlocked."
The door opened, and Su Fei walked in, laughing, "Wow! A beauty bathing, so beautiful, so sensual."
"You brat, teasing your mother now." Thinking that she had just been masturbating while thinking of a man who wasn't her husband, and now her daughter was beside her, Suo Wanling's heart couldn't stop pounding.
"Lock the door."
"Okay..." Sophie responded, locked the door, and turned around with a smile. "Mom, there are only two men in this house, your husband and your son. Are you worried they might suddenly barge in?"
"You silly girl, you're getting more and more absurd."
Sophie giggled, sat on the edge of the bathtub, placed her hands on her mother's shoulders, which were exposed above the shower gel foam, and gently massaged them.
"Mom, is it comfortable?"
"Mmm, it's quite comfortable..." Suo Wanling smiled contentedly. "They say daughters are their mothers' little cotton-padded jackets, and that's so true. Your brother! I'd be happier if he were even half as good as you. He'd never even give me a massage like this, let alone say a word of concern."
Sophie laughed, "Mom, that's not fair. Do you expect me to call my brother in to massage you now? Even if you weren't embarrassed, that brat would probably be more upset than if he were dead."
"You silly girl, stop being so cheeky!" Suo Wanling laughed and slapped her daughter's hand. The mother and daughter giggled.
"Um, has Jingjing left?"
"Yes, she left. Xiaoqiang went with her; they went back to school."
The mother and daughter chatted about their son's and brother's girlfriends, both thinking they were quite nice. However, Su Wanling thought the girl was too talkative; although she was a year younger than her son, she seemed much more mature.
Su Fei agreed, but she thought it was probably because it was the girl's first time visiting their home, and she wanted to make a good impression, which was understandable.
Su Wanling frowned slightly and sighed, "Your brother is only twenty, hasn't even graduated from university yet, and he's developing a relationship with this girl too quickly, even bringing her home."
"But it's already like this; we can't stop it. Let nature take its course," Su Fei comforted her mother.
After chatting for a while, Su Fei asked, "Mom, can I come in and bathe with you?"
"Of course! Come in quickly; it's been so long since I've taken a bath with my precious daughter."
"Okay!" Su Fei happily started taking off her clothes, quickly becoming completely naked.
Looking at her daughter's tall, graceful figure, her youthful yet increasingly mature body, and her alluring pubic hair, Su Wanling smiled and said, "When did my daughter grow up so much? She has such a great figure, I'm so envious."
Su Fei, stepping into the bathtub, said, "Mom, what are you saying? Don't you have a good figure? How many women your age have a figure like that? One in a million."
"No, not as good as yours! You're so fat."
"Where are you fat? You're just a little bit fuller..." Su Fei soaked in the water, sitting knee-to-knee with her mother, "When I reach your age, I might have a figure like yours. Shouldn't I be the one envying you?"
"Nonsense!"
The mother and daughter giggled. Su Wanling sighed, "Feifei, you are truly your mother's pride. You are so beautiful, have such a great figure, and are a prosecutor. Every time I think about these things, I feel incredibly proud."
A few years ago, after graduating from the University of Political Science and Law, Su Fei entered the procuratorate. With her outstanding work ability and excellent performance, she has grown into a promising young prosecutor, highly appreciated by her superiors, and has a bright future ahead of her.
"Look at you, Mom, stop praising me all the time. The more you praise me, the more pressure my brother feels."
"That brat, how can he manage without some pressure? All he does is play games and date, he doesn't think about anything serious. I'm really worried about what he'll do after graduation."
Sophie wrapped her arms around her mother's bent knees, rested her chin on them, and laughed, "Mom, what's there to worry about? At worst, my brother will join Dad's company after graduation. Anyway, Dad's company will be his sooner or later."
"You make it sound so easy! With your dad's temper and your brother's good-for-nothing behavior, the two of them will be arguing non-stop within two days of each other."
"Hehe, that's true!" Sophie continued to lie on her mother's knees, "Or, let my brother go to your and Aunt Huimin's dance school and work as a security guard or something. Anyway, he's tall and strong, he'd be perfect."
Su Wanling flicked her daughter's nose, "You brat, you're just badmouthing your brother."
"Hehe..."
Su Wanling sighed softly, "Feifei, your brother already has a girlfriend, aren't you going to hurry up?"
Su Fei left her mother's knees, leaned against the bathtub wall, and pouted, saying, "My brother has a girlfriend, what does that have to do with me?"
"How can it not have to do with you? Don't let your brother get ahead of you!"
"Mom, what era are we living in? Why are you still so narrow-minded?"
"I'm not being narrow-minded, I'm just concerned about you. You have such a great image, such a good job, and you're perfect in every way. If you wanted, men would line up all the way down the street to pursue you! But you're so indifferent to your own life. You've only had one boyfriend in your entire life, and it didn't even work out. Aunt Huimin said she'd introduce you to some good men, but you haven't met a single one. I really don't know what to say to you!"
"Mom, I don't want to think about these things right now. I just want to do my job well."
"Work is important, but your personal life is also very important. Honey, let me tell you, a woman's youth only lasts a few years. Even the most beautiful flower can't withstand the ravages of time. Once youth is gone, no matter what rose or water lily you are, you'll definitely become a bitter weed that men dislike."
Sophie couldn't help but laugh and said, "Mom, you're quite humorous! It's just a little harsh." "
The words may be rough, but the meaning is sound! I'm only doing this for your own good."
"I know, Mom, don't worry! Your daughter is so outstanding, how could she not get married?"
“I’m not worried about that, but you can’t be too careless.”
After a moment of silence, Suo Wanling asked, “By the way, Feifei, are you staying at home tonight?”
“No, I’ll go back to my room.”
Looking at her daughter, Suo Wanling’s heart ached. She moved closer to her daughter and gently stroked her beautiful face. “Feifei, tell Mom, is that matter still bothering you?”

Su
Fei’s face darkened for a moment, then a smile returned. “No! Mom, don’t overthink it.”
“But why haven’t you stayed at home even once since you went to university? When you were in university, you lived on campus and even on weekends you had to rush back to your dorm. After you graduated, you immediately made me buy you a house… Is it because of that matter?”
Suo Wanling’s eyes filled with tears as she spoke. Sophie smiled and comforted her, "Mom, it's not like that. I just don't want to be controlled by you! Please don't overthink it."
Tears streamed down Suo Wanling's face. "I knew it, it must be like this..."
She choked back a sob, "It's all my fault, all my fault as your mother. I didn't protect you properly back then. If I had come back earlier that day, you wouldn't have..."
She couldn't finish her sentence and began to sob. Sophie, also in tears, wiped her mother's tears and cried, "Mom, it's not your fault, really not. Besides, I've already let it go."
"My dear daughter, tell me honestly..." Suo Wanling cupped her daughter's face in her hands, "Have you ever hated your mother? But then again, after something like this happened, it's understandable that you hate your mother, after all, I couldn't protect you."
Sophie cried, "Mom, I've never hated you, how could I hate you? You and my brother will always be my dearest and most beloved people, I will always love you."
"Feifei..."
The mother and daughter said, embracing each other and weeping bitterly. They cried for a long time before finally stopping. Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door, accompanied by Su Jueming's voice, "Wanling, you have a phone call."
The mother and daughter quickly separated, wiping away their tears. Su Wanling asked, "Who called?"
"Your sister from your hometown, I brought her in!"
"No..."
Su Wanling was about to stop him, thinking that the door had been locked earlier and he couldn't get in anyway. Little did she know, Su Jueming pushed the door open and entered, startling Su Fei, who quickly shrank into the water, hugging herself to her chest and burying her head low.
"Oh! Fei Fei is here too?" Su Jueming asked, feigning surprise, his gaze lingering on his daughter's small, naked body.
"Give me the phone, and get out of here!" Su Wanling took the phone from her husband and ordered impatiently.
Su Jueming then looked away from his daughter, handed the phone to his wife, and turned to leave the bathroom.
Su Wanling looked anxiously at her daughter, only to see Su Fei huddled in the water, shivering, her arms tightly wrapped around herself. Her heart ached...
The next morning, Wen Hong and I did it again after waking up, then got up for breakfast. After breakfast, I drove Wen Hong home first, then went to a renovation site.
As soon as we entered Wen Hong's house, we saw Wen Xiaoting and a boy in the living room. Wen Hong and I couldn't help but look at each other in surprise
. "Mom, why are you back?" Wen Xiaoting seemed very surprised and flustered. She was very beautiful, and she and Wen Hong were a charming mother-daughter pair.
"Why can't I come back? This is my home..." Wen Hong said, looking at the boy, "And this is...?"
"Oh, he's my friend Zhang Xiang..." Wen Xiaoting quickly explained, then said to the boy, "This is my mom."
"Hello, Auntie!" The boy named Zhang Xiang bowed and greeted Wen Hong. He looked to be in his twenties and quite handsome.
Wen Hong was very unhappy to find her daughter with a boy when she got home early in the morning. Her face darkened, and she ignored Zhang Xiang, coldly asking her daughter, "What's going on between you two?"
"Oh, it's like this, last night Zhang Xiang and I were hanging out with some friends, and it got a little late. We couldn't get back to the dorm, so Zhang Xiang took me home. It was so late, so I...so...so I let him stay here..."
Wen Xiaoting's voice trailed off, and she looked anxiously at her mother. "Mom, didn't you say you were going to the company last night and wouldn't be coming home?"
Hearing the girl's words, I understood. So, she had brought the boy home to spend the night while her mother wasn't home. Perhaps while Wen Hong was riding me, moaning sweetly, this girl was also beneath that boy, alluring and seductive?
"I did say I wouldn't be coming home last night, but I didn't say I wouldn't be coming home during the day either!" Wen Hong's tone grew increasingly harsh.
Zhang Xiang quickly explained, "Auntie, please don't misunderstand. Tingting and I each slept in our own rooms last night. Your place is so big, you can easily accommodate a few more people."
Wen Hong snorted irritably, "Do you think this is a hotel?"
"Mom, why are you talking to people like that?" Wen Xiaoting immediately became angry, grabbing Zhang Xiang's hand and saying, "Let's go, ignore her."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to school, Zhang Xiang is going to work." Wen Xiaoting pulled Zhang Xiang and started to walk out.
"You stop right there!" Wen Hong grabbed her daughter's wrist.
"What are you doing?" Wen Xiaoting glared at her mother defiantly.
Wen Hong's relationship with her daughter had always been tense, and today Wen Xiaoting had done this to her mother, so the two were naturally on the verge of conflict.
Wen Hong said to me, "Junhao, could you please see the guest out? I need to talk to Tingting."
"I don't want to talk to you, I want to go with Zhang Xiang."
"You dare!"
Wen Hong suddenly roared, startling all three of us. Zhang Xiang quickly tried to persuade Wen Xiaoting, "Tingting, listen to your aunt, I'm leaving now."
Despite Wen Xiaoting's gloomy expression, she had no choice but to let go of Zhang Xiang's hand. I patted Zhang Xiang on the shoulder, "Let's go!"
Zhang Xiang said "Goodbye, Auntie" to Wen Hong, but Wen Hong ignored him. He glanced at Wen Xiaoting again and followed me.
When we got downstairs, Zhang Xiang said to me, "Brother, I won't trouble you, I'll take the subway."
"I'll take you, it's rush hour now, the subway will be crowded, don't you think it's too much trouble?" I said firmly.
As Zhang Xiang drove out of the residential area, the mother and daughter upstairs had a big argument.
"Mom, how dare you talk to my friend like that? It's so rude!" Wen Xiaoting questioned her mother.
"How dare I? Because I'm your mother! Because I came home this morning to find my daughter with a boy! Isn't that enough?" Wen Hong shouted emotionally.
"He's not just a boy, he's my boyfriend! He's so good to me, so caring. And what about you? You came in with such a sour face! Who are you trying to impress?"
"Your boyfriend? When did this start? Why didn't you tell me?" Wen Hong asked, quite surprised.
Wen Xiaoting snorted, "You're so busy every day, you hardly ever stay home, how could I possibly have a chance to talk to you?"
"Even so, you should have brought him home for the night? Should I have known my daughter spent the night alone with him, and still greeted him with a smile?"
Wen Hong grew angrier with each word. "Who is he? A royal relative or a high-ranking official? Do I have to fawn over him?"
Wen Xiaoting crossed her arms and coldly snorted, "Nonsense, unreasonable old woman!"
"You..." Wen Hong was speechless with anger, then pointed at her daughter and shouted, "Let me tell you, Wen Xiaoting, you'll get old one day too, don't use those words to upset your mother. Besides, how is your mother old?"
"Aren't you old?" Wen Xiaoting glared at her mother, huffing, "You're already going through menopause, starting to talk nonsense, and you still think you're not old enough?"
"Bullshit!" Wen Hong cursed angrily, spitting all over her daughter's face.
Wen Xiaoting could only wipe her face, muttering softly, "It really was my mom talking nonsense."
Wen Hong's shouting continued in her ears, "You brat, are you trying to drive me crazy? How am I going through menopause? I just turned forty-two yesterday, didn't you know? I'm a long way from menopause!"
Wen Xiaoting muttered again, "Is forty-two young? What are you showing off for? Don't you have any self-awareness?"
Wen Hong was speechless with anger, then pointed at her daughter and said, "You brat, I'm not going to talk to you about this..."
She paused, then said earnestly, "Tingting! No matter what, you're a girl, only twenty years old. How can you just bring boys home to stay overnight? You have no self-respect!"
Wen Xiaoting retorted indignantly, "How am I not self-respecting? I already made it very clear to you, we're not sharing a room, how else do you want me to explain?"
"Are you kidding me? Do you think your mother's a three-year-old?" Wen Hong didn't believe her daughter's story at all.
Wen Xiaoting scoffed, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."
"Wen Xiaoting, do you really need me to catch you cheating before you'll admit it?"
"Did you even brush your teeth this morning? Your breath stinks!" Wen Xiaoting stared coldly at her mother.
Wen Hong and her daughter glared at each other for a while, then Wen Hong pointed at her and said through gritted teeth, "Fine, you just wait."
She then turned and went into Wen Xiaoting's bedroom.

12.
After a while, Wen Hong stormed out, walked up to her daughter, and held up three used condoms, glaring at her fiercely. "Tell me, what are these?"
Wen Xiaoting cried out with a mournful face, "Mom, why are you rummaging through my trash? You have no respect for my privacy!"
Wen Hong was both amused and exasperated. "Trash is privacy?"
Wen Xiaoting muttered, "Of course! You never understand respect for privacy."
Wen Hong said sternly, "Stop giving me that nonsense. Tell me, what's going on here?"
Wen Xiaoting lowered her eyes and remained silent. Wen Hong suddenly roared, "Say something!"
Wen Xiaoting was startled. After a moment, she looked up at her mother, seemingly unfazed, and said nonchalantly, "Yes, I slept with him, so what? I'm an adult, I have the right to do what I want, it's none of your business."
Wen Hong trembled with anger, pointing at her daughter and scolding, "Fine! Wen Xiaoting, I raised you, nurtured you, gave you the best from childhood. And what did you do to repay me? Bringing boys home to mess around, even doing it three times in one night, it's like dry wood meeting a raging fire. How can you be so shameless?"
Wen Xiaoting glared at her mother hatefully, "You're the shameless one, aren't you sleeping with those men outside too? And you're criticizing me?"
"You, you, you... what did you say?" Wen Hong could no longer bear it, tears streaming down her face.
"Isn't that right?" Wen Xiaoting didn't back down, continuing to stare at her mother, "I'm asking you, all these years, that man you used to often bring me to meet, is he my father?"
Wen Hong said coldly, "He's not, your father died a long time ago." "
Wen Xiaoting sneered, "If he's not my father, then he must be your old flame!"
Wen Hong retorted angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Wen Xiaoting nodded, "Fine, if you won't admit it, then I'll ask you again, what exactly is your relationship with Brother Junhao?"
Wen Hong hadn't expected her daughter to ask this, and said with a strong composure, "What is my relationship with Junhao? He's worked with me for ten years, like my own brother, and also like your own uncle. How can you so easily doubt our relationship?"
"Wen Hong, you're kidding me! I'm not a three-year-old anymore."
"Then...then tell me, what is our relationship?"
Wen Xiaoting snorted contemptuously twice, "Do I need to tell you? He's so much younger than you, you're really an old cow eating young grass...no, an old grass being eaten by a young cow." As she spoke,
she glared at her mother, "Maybe you have more than just Chen Junhao outside, right? Maybe there are many more, hundreds or even thousands, right?"
Although Wen Hong was trembling and her eyes were blazing with anger, Wen Xiaoting continued to add fuel to the fire. "No wonder I was born without a father? Maybe my father didn't even die, but was driven away by your debauchery, or perhaps you literally drove him to his death..." With
a sharp "slap," Wen Xiaoting screamed, then covered her face where she had been slapped hard, staring blankly at her mother. Wen Hong was also frightened by her own rage. She looked helplessly at her hand, then at her daughter.
Tears streamed down Wen Xiaoting's face. She glared fiercely at her mother and walked towards the door.
"Tingting, Tingting..." Wen Hong called out, but couldn't stop her daughter from leaving resolutely, watching helplessly as she slammed the door behind her.
I took Zhang Xiang to the rural restaurant where he worked. During the drive, we chatted, and I learned that the young man hadn't found stable employment since graduating from school, doing odd jobs here and there for years, and currently sharing an apartment in an old residential area.
I felt quite sorry for Wen Xiaoting; the girl was so pretty, and her family was well-off, yet she'd chosen such a guy—good-looking but nothing else. It wasn't that I discriminated against Zhang Xiang's job, but I just felt this guy was unreliable and didn't deserve Wen Xiaoting at all.
After dropping Zhang Xiang off, I drove to the construction site and received a call from Wen Hong. She cried on the phone, saying, "Jun, Junhao, Tingting has run away from home, I can't find her."
I was shocked and quickly asked, "Sister, don't worry, what happened?"
Through Wen Hong's tearful account, I learned of the fierce argument that had taken place between mother and daughter while I was away. I said, "Okay, at least the little girl knows to take precautions, that's good."
Wen Hong complained, "Junhao, what kind of time is this to say such things? Although I, Wen Hong, have sold myself and been promiscuous, I will never allow my daughter to be so shameless, or even become like me."
I also complained, "Sister, I'm not trying to criticize you, but how could you hit that girl? She's still a child! How could you do that?" "
But what she said about me was so awful, so infuriating. If it were you, you would have hit her too."
"No matter what, you shouldn't have hit her! Okay, there's no use saying all this. I'll contact her, maybe she'll answer my call."
"Junhao, you have to find her, I'm begging you... By the way, shall we call the police?"
"What's the point of calling the police? Sister, the police's rule is that a case can only be filed after 24 hours of being missing."
"What should I do? I'm worried she might do something drastic. If that happens, I won't live either..." Wen Hong sobbed on the phone.
I understood her feelings. She had already lost one child; if God made her lose Wen Xiaoting too, she truly wouldn't be able to live.
My nose stung with tears, and I said, "Sister, don't think like that. We all know Tingting; she's usually quick-witted and not that fragile. I'll turn this city upside down today and find her." "
Okay, okay, Junhao, I'm counting on you. By the way, aren't you going to the construction site?"
"No, Tingting's situation is more important."
"Junhao, thank goodness you're here with me. It's so good to have you..."
After finishing the call with Wen Hong, I immediately dialed Wen Xiaoting's number, but she didn't answer after several attempts, and she didn't reply to my WeChat messages either. I immediately regretted not getting Zhang Xiang's number earlier. He could have contacted Wen Xiaoting! Maybe Wen Xiaoting has already contacted him? Maybe I should go back and find that guy now.
So I spotted a turn and drove back to where Zhang Xiang got out of the car.
On the way, I dialed Wen Xiaoting's number again, hoping against hope, and to my surprise, the little girl answered this time.
When I arrived at the place where I was supposed to meet Wen Xiaoting, I saw her sitting by the roadside, sobbing with her head in her hands.
I felt a pang of sadness and heartache. I've known her since she was ten years old; I've practically watched her grow up. She's called me "brother" for ten years.
I used to take her to the park often, and I even went to parent-teacher conferences for her more than once, to the point that the teachers thought I was her biological brother. We even chose her college application together.
I called Wen Hong to let her know I was safe and sound, telling her I'd found Tingting and to tell her not to contact the little girl for now. I wanted to talk to her first.
I sat down next to Wen Xiaoting and said, "Well, well, you've learned to run away from home and even dare to argue with your mother now. Look how angry you've made her!"
"None of your business," she said in a muffled sob, still with her head down.
“I can’t just ignore it! Your mom is my sister, and you’re my niece. How can I not care? Besides, every time you argued with your mom, I was always there to help you persuade her and also to persuade you on her behalf. It’s just that this time it’s never been this bad.”
After a while, she lifted her head from her knees and looked at me with teary eyes. “Brother Junhao, can you tell me what you, my mom, and Sister Yanzi do?”
Inadvertently, my gaze drifted through the opening in her bra and saw her increasingly full breasts and cleavage encased in her bra. I couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, realizing that the little girl from back then had grown into a young woman.
I glanced at her for only a moment, then looked into the distance and sighed, "Don't you already know? Why are you still asking?"
She sobbed a few times and said, "Because you never tell me the truth."
I turned to look at her and said seriously, "No matter what we do, we haven't done anything immoral. We earn our living through our own labor. Tingting, I want you to remember that every penny your mother earned to raise you was clean and without guilt, far cleaner and more guilt-free than the money earned by most of those seemingly respectable but actually corrupt people in this society."
"Really?" Wen Xiaoting's voice was still trembling with tears.
“Of course it’s true…” I put my arm around her shoulder. “Tingting, your mother loves you very much. She probably loves her child more than most mothers in the world…”
“But why does she discipline me that way? Why does she talk to me like that, saying such hurtful things? Why can’t she talk to me like you do?”
“Tingting, you have to understand your mother. She didn’t have much education, but her love for you is truly undeniable.”
“Does a mother’s love for her child justify hurting him? Even in the name of love?”
“Now you know that sometimes what she does and says hurts you? But put yourself in her shoes. Didn’t what you did and said hurt her too? Especially what you did and said today, it was like ripping her heart out with a knife, you know that?”
I said, pointing to my chest. Wen Xiaoting lowered her head in shame.
"Of course, she should also change the way she does things and speaks, and relearn how to get along with you. But none of these are reasons for you to question her love for you, nor do they diminish the fact that she is one of the greatest mothers in the world."
Listening to my words, Wen Xiaoting seemed to fall into thought.

(To be continued)

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