Sex volunteer, when those dark lips climb onto your smooth skin

This is an original work by online writer Beiming Youyu.
I first met Xiaoyan in the office of the school's volunteer center. I never imagined that this simply dressed girl was Liu Shaoqun's daughter. Liu Shaoqun is a well-known local entrepreneur with a net worth of hundreds of millions, but he is low-key and passionate about public welfare. He not only funded the construction of a library but also helped many impoverished students. Xiaoyan didn't have the arrogant personality of a rich girl at all; she spoke gently and was even a little shy. At that time, I was a junior, serving as the president of the student union and also the director of the school's volunteer center. Xiaoyan, a freshman, approached me, wanting to join the volunteer team. Because she was Liu Shaoqun's daughter, I readily agreed. (
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Afterwards, Xiaoyan insisted on treating me to dinner. I pretended to decline for a while, but eventually agreed. Xiaoyan ate very little; most of the time, she looked at me gently like a kitten. From her shy gaze, I sensed that this girl was interested in me. To be honest, quite a few girls were interested in me, but I had no intention of having a girlfriend. I was born in a village in a remote suburb of this city. My parents were farmers, and I have an older brother who is mentally disabled. With an annual income of just over ten thousand yuan, after deducting daily expenses, I had to support my university education and buy medicine for my brother, leaving my family often struggling to make ends meet. Changing our impoverished situation was my strongest desire, and Xiaoyan's appearance gave me hope for change. She was already interested in me, and with my deliberate flattery and care, Xiaoyan quickly became my girlfriend.
Perhaps because her parents had protected her too much, Xiaoyan was almost transparently naive. She joined the volunteer center not on a whim like other girls, but because she genuinely wanted to help those in need. Her
first volunteer activity was at a nursing home. Xiaoyan patiently washed an old man's hair, ignoring the unpleasant smell emanating from his body, and dried his hair with her own hairdryer. The old man, feeling comfortable, revealed a terrifying smile and his few remaining yellow teeth. Xiaoyan was overjoyed; bathed in sunlight, she looked as beautiful as an angel.
I rarely participated in volunteer activities. Rather than wasting time in nursing homes and special education schools, I'd rather work and earn some money. In my opinion, there were too many people in need of pity; I myself needed pity, and temporary comfort wouldn't work. But Xiaoyan was enthusiastic, participating in all volunteer activities, and I could only accompany her. I desperately wanted to please her, to meet her parents and gain their approval. I had planned this more than once: Liu Shaoqun only had one precious daughter, and sooner or later he would hand over all his business to Xiaoyan, which would be the same as handing it over to me.
At my suggestion, Xiaoyan arranged for me to meet her parents. I mustered my courage and told Xiaoyan's father that I wanted to intern at his company. But unexpectedly, Liu Shaoqun rejected me. He said, "You're so outstanding; you can definitely make a name for yourself. I'd rather you find a job based on your own abilities." Damn it, why would I need your daughter if I had to rely on myself?
For a moment, I was incredibly frustrated.
I was facing an internship soon, and since I couldn't go to Xiaoyan's father's company, I had to find a good company myself. My supervisor hinted that if I gave him some favors privately, I could not only get the internship, but perhaps even stay there after graduation. However, I hadn't been working lately because I was with Xiaoyan, and I couldn't even come up with 1000 yuan. I had no choice but to borrow 10,000 yuan from Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan said she didn't have that much right now and would give it to me first thing the next morning. The next morning, Xiaoyan apologized and said to me: "My dad told me to tell you that jobs obtained through improper means won't last. He wants you to earn your jobs through your own efforts."
10,000 yuan was a drop in the ocean for Liu Shaoqun. Not only did he refuse to lend it, but he also gave me a high-sounding reason. I was speechless.
In the end, I lost the internship opportunity. Frustrated and helpless, I thought bitterly: If Xiaoyan had been willing to fight for me, or if Liu Shaoqun had been more generous, I could have gotten that job. But they preferred to help unrelated people instead of me. I felt extremely unbalanced, locked myself in my dorm, indulged in drinking, and then went online to confide in different people about the awful family I had encountered. A man named Amelie asked to meet me, saying he had a great idea.
I met Amelie in a noisy bar, but it turned out to be a burly black man, completely unrelated to beauty. He patted my shoulder and said to me, looking dejected, "Aren't you volunteers? If you get that silly girl to join sex volunteers, you can become very rich." I was surprised; I'd never heard of sex volunteers before. Besides, all volunteers provide free services, otherwise, why would they be called volunteers?
Amelie said, "Sex volunteers specifically help those who are physically disabled but sexually capable to satisfy their physiological needs. Healthy men can never imagine how desperate it is to be unable to have sex. Just to experience the pleasure of sex and feel what it's like to be a man, some people are willing to go bankrupt. We specifically serve those wealthy disabled people. But very few people are willing to do this kind of volunteer work; it's a case of high demand but low supply!" He handed me a book called "Sex Volunteers," telling me to read it carefully, and then persuaded Xiaoyan to join sex volunteers. He promised that if Xiaoyan joined, he would receive 10,000 yuan for every man she helped. The temptation was strong enough for me. I didn't truly love Xiaoyan, and her family had been so heartless towards me, so I agreed to give it a try.
Back in my dorm, I carefully read the book *Sex Volunteers*. I thought the tragic examples in it would be enough to evoke strong sympathy in Xiaoyan. I let her read the book first, and then I would try to persuade her.
Sure enough, Xiaoyan came to me with red, swollen eyes after reading the book. She choked up and said, "Disability is not their intention, but sexual desire is their instinct. The desires of disabled people need to be guided. But in real life, their desires are ignored. It's so pitiful!"
I took the opportunity to guide her: "A friend asked me to contact someone to see if they were willing to do sex volunteer work to help these poor people, but it's really hard to find such volunteers!" Xiaoyan asked, "Do you recruit sex volunteers here?" I said, "Yes, but it's really hard to find. Nobody is willing to do it. If I were a woman, I would be willing to give up my self-respect to do it. I would use my charm and gentleness to bring them human warmth and help them complete a physical experience. Not just physically, but more importantly, psychologically, to make them feel that they are truly treated as human beings." Because those people are truly pitiful.
After saying that, I secretly observed Xiaoyan and noticed she was deeply moved, her large eyes filled with tears. She said, "But it's really embarrassing!" I immediately told Xiaoyan, as Aimeili had taught me, that all personal information would be kept confidential, and there would be a training session beforehand to teach her how to do it. Xiaoyan nodded thoughtfully.
For two whole days, Xiaoyan didn't contact me. Knowing Xiaoyan as I do, I knew she must be having a fierce internal struggle. She's a shy and reserved girl; this kind of thing is too difficult for her. Just when I was about to give up, Xiaoyan called me and said, "I read about sex work online, and it really touched me. What if someone is disabled in their hands and feet but otherwise has normal bodily functions; what if someone is confined to a wheelchair all day but otherwise has normal bodily functions; what if someone needs a machine to breathe to stay alive but otherwise has normal bodily functions… What should they do when they want to satisfy their basic human desire for sex? If no one helps them, they might lose the courage to live. I'm willing to give them that courage." I was overjoyed and immediately dialed Amelie's number.
Over the weekend, at Aimeili's arrangement, I brought Xiaoyan to the designated location: an upscale residential complex. Aimeili told me that to prevent accidents, rooms offering sexual services usually have surveillance cameras installed. Aimeili and I hid in the car and watched Xiaoyan through the monitor. Xiaoyan bravely entered the house. She was led by the nanny into a dimly lit room. Some kind of incense was burning, and smoke curled around. Next to the sofa stood a golden Buddha statue. On the red wall above, there was a portrait of a naked woman squatting, her right hand rubbing her breast. A middle-aged man, thin as a corpse, leaned against the sofa. According to the information, this man was originally a small business owner with some money. Five years ago, a car accident left him paralyzed from the waist down, and his wife abandoned him, taking their child abroad. He had been living a long and lonely life, each day feeling like an eternity. Xiao Yan first sat shyly beside him on the sofa, chatting. As they talked, the man shed tears of anguish. He showed her a family photo, pouring out his heart to her: all the joys of life had vanished, leaving only eating and sleeping, yet he couldn't sleep at night. He had lost the will to live, the pride of being a man. He timidly raised his head, asking to see Xiao Yan's body.
The man's outpouring moved Xiao Yan; her large eyes nearly overflowed with tears. She slowly removed one piece of clothing after another, revealing her fair, radiant skin, her slender waist, and her firm, round breasts. A light shone in the man's eyes, and he excitedly grabbed Xiao Yan's breast, kneading it vigorously. Xiao Yan's body trembled with tension. Not satisfied, the man buried his head in Xiao Yan's chest, emitting a soft, animalistic moan. Xiao Yan embraced the man's head, gently patting his back like a mother hen. I couldn't bear to watch any longer. I turned and got out of the car.
When Xiaoyan came out, her eyes were red. She threw herself into my arms, choking back tears, and said, "Although it hurts so much, I can't bear to refuse him. He's so pitiful." I hugged her small body, really wanting to persuade her to give up, but thinking of the 10,000 yuan I had just received, my heart hardened again. I said hypocritically, "If you refuse, a man like that will usually feel so inferior that he wants to commit suicide. That wouldn't be helping, it would be killing." The naive Xiaoyan nodded heavily.
Later, through Aimeili, I introduced Xiaoyan to more people. They were all wealthy but disabled people. Although they couldn't have real sex with Xiaoyan, their eyes were undoubtedly greedy when they looked at her. Xiaoyan's pure body had been touched by different men; she was no longer pure. Once, when a polio patient touched her, a clear liquid flowed from Xiaoyan's genitals. And I also made over 100,000 yuan through Xiaoyan, not only improving my parents' housing and buying imported medicine for my brother, but also solving my own employment problem. I joined the human resources department of a joint venture company, and the pay was excellent.
Aimee told me about a real estate developer with a net worth of over ten million who unfortunately suffered from myasthenia gravis and was now terminally ill. After watching related videos, he was very fond of Xiaoyan's gentle and considerate service. He was very generous, and if I could persuade Xiaoyan to accept him, I could earn 50,000 yuan. 50,000 yuan was a lot for me; I could use it to buy a car, making commuting much easier. Anyway, this wasn't Xiaoyan's first time doing sex work; to her, myasthenia gravis patients were no different from other disabled people—all worthy of sympathy and pity. I readily agreed.
There was no need for persuasion; Xiaoyan was completely obsessed with sex work, her kindness making it impossible for her to extricate herself. But this time was different. From the moment Xiaoyan entered the room, I sensed something was amiss. The room was large and luxurious, with a round, upholstered bed in the center. The man on the bed was robust; myasthenia gravis patients were usually thin and frail.
I asked Aimee, but she confidently said that what I described was the general situation, and there were always exceptions. "They're rich, so their care is meticulous!" I didn't say anything more and continued to keep my eyes glued to the monitor. Xiaoyan, as usual, gently tried to comfort the man. The man's behavior was strange; he was basically unmoved by Xiaoyan's words of advice. Xiaoyan was probably encountering this situation for the first time, which left her unsure how to proceed, creating an awkward atmosphere. Finally, the man spoke: "I want to see your body." Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment, then began to undress. When Xiaoyan removed her last garment, revealing her perfect figure, the strong man flipped over and pinned her down. I saw Xiaoyan's large eyes filled with terror, her thin body struggling helplessly, but to no avail…
I never expected this to happen. No wonder he charged such a high price; the man was clearly a normal person, yet he was pretending to have muscular dystrophy. I grabbed Aimei's collar and cursed him loudly. But he pushed me away with his strong arm, and I fell back into my seat. He mocked, "Kid, no need to pretend. It's just a look and a touch." Who would pay such a high price? If you truly loved her, you wouldn't let her do these things. Don't worry, I've recorded all the information about her doing sex work. If she dares to report me, I'll use that information to blackmail her. No girl would risk her reputation by going to the police station. I desperately wanted to rush in and save Xiaoyan, but I knew it was too late, and the heavily guarded upscale neighborhood wouldn't allow just anyone to barge in. I could only endure the torment of my conscience, each second agonizingly passing.
When Xiaoyan came out, her clothes were disheveled, and her eyes were vacant. I wanted to hold her in my arms, but she didn't even glance at me, just mechanically walked forward. And I, feeling guilty, didn't follow. Back at school, intense guilt made me restless. I planned to break off all contact with Aimeili and sincerely apologize to Xiaoyan. But Xiaoyan had no tomorrow. That night, Xiaoyan ended her life in her dormitory with a silk scarf, and that pure white silk scarf, as white as a hada (a ceremonial scarf), was the only gift I had given her. Before she died. Xiaoyan left a suicide note detailing all the sex volunteer activities she had participated in, especially the detailed account of her final rape. She wrote: "I never imagined it was a fake patient. The greatest sorrow is a broken heart. I can't face my loving parents, I can't face myself. All the uncertainties I have, I'll leave to the police to resolve." Actually, I was reluctant to believe that this was all a trap.
Seeing Xiaoyan's body was like the sky falling; the pangs of conscience kept me awake at night. When the police found me, I felt a strange sense of relief and confessed to Aimei. It turned out that Aimei was a member of a sex crime gang. They used the guise of sex volunteering to lure naive girls, recording them during their activities to sell. If someone offered a higher price, they would sell the girls' virginity and then use the recorded videos to blackmail them.
Because of my ignorance and greed, I had taken a girl's life and landed myself in jail. Xiaoyan's parents visited me in prison once. They didn't say a word of condemnation, but their long sighs were like a curse, keeping me tossing and turning every night, unable to sleep.

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