Online Digest - My Sexual History 02

(II) Sexual Life in the Army.

Late at night, the train sped across the plains, getting further and further away from home, and the melancholy gradually faded. After all, we were all young people, and soon curiosity overwhelmed our homesickness. We introduced ourselves and got to know each other. There were a hundred soldiers in our group, thirty of whom were from the city, and the rest were from the countryside. The rural kids were going far away for the first time, so they were more honest and reserved, and most of them remained silent. The urban kids were much more lively, chatting excitedly and taking out the gifts from their relatives to share with everyone.

I also opened my mother's package, which contained my favorite smoked fish and fruit, as well as a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes. I took out all the food, along with two packs of cigarettes. I got up and put the rest into my luggage, which Jieyu had packed that morning. Her clothes were neatly folded, and next to her were a pack of Kent and a pack of 555 cigarettes. In a hidden compartment were a thousand yuan and a red sachet. Curious, I opened it and found a large lock of her hair inside. Apparently, she had cut off her own hair while I was washing up and getting ready to leave that morning. No wonder she wouldn't let me see her again when we parted.

Jiang Tao was also in the same unit as me. His father wanted him to be discharged after three years and assigned to work at the Industry and Commerce Bureau. Several of my high school classmates were also around us, talking. I spoke indifferently, my eyes peering through the train window at the faint lights on the dark ground. I guessed my family and Jieyu were spending this sleepless night with a mix of emotions, just like me.

The military train was fast, but the waiting time was long; the 800-mile journey took three days and three nights to reach our destination. After getting off the train, we rode in five PLA vehicles for another bumpy hour before finally arriving at the unit. I was assigned to the third squad, first platoon, first company of recruits. Anyone who's served in the military knows that recruit training is the toughest three months of military life. First, it's the transition from civilian to soldier; everything is so unfamiliar. You have to complete all your daily tasks on your own, and if you don't do your job well enough, the veterans will scold you.

Second, there's the physical exhaustion and mental stress. Every morning, we had to get up before dawn for morning exercises, then quickly wash up with ice-cold water and start cleaning our quarters. After breakfast, there was drill training, and the afternoon was the same. In the evening, there was political study. The days were so simple and monotonous, without any variation. At night, there were also terrifying emergency drills. Just when our bodies were recovering from a long day's exhaustion, a whistle blew, and we had eight minutes to get dressed in the dark, pack our bags, and assemble. At first, everyone made a fool of themselves; some wore their pants backwards, some buttoned their shirts wrong, and some were forgetful. But gradually, everyone was trained to be organized and methodical.

The food in basic training was terrible; it was mostly cabbage and radishes, with hardly any meat. Occasionally, a chicken carcass would be cooked, and ten of us would huddle around the dish, fighting and scrambling for it. Under these conditions, I quickly lost weight, almost like someone who had undergone fat reduction; my biceps, deltoids, and other muscles became clearly defined, and my body became much stronger.

In these monotonous days, even writing letters was just a quick, brief report before I hurriedly put down my pen.

Three months of basic training ended, and we became real soldiers. All the new recruits stood on the parade ground, waiting for the leaders of each unit to draw lots. I was assigned to the motor transport company, while Jiang Tao was assigned to the logistics department. The platoon leader took us to our company, where the company commander first gave us a tough start: two hundred push-ups each, followed by a 5-kilometer cross-country run. Whoever returned first would be assigned to a squad and get some rest. I was fortunate enough to be assigned to the first squad, and the squad leader, Guo Maozhuang, was from my hometown. He put me in the lower bunk and told me to visit other companies and see my fellow townsmen.

I spent three months in this unit, and aside from morning exercises and drills on the parade ground, I hadn't seen the whole place yet. A fellow villager from my company and I wandered around; the unit's environment was absolutely beautiful, nestled in a small mountain in Zhejiang, surrounded by mountains on three sides. Although it was early spring, the mountains were already lush and green, whereas back home it would still be the dead of winter.

After a day's rest at my unit, we started driving training. Learning to drive in the army was quite interesting—holding a basin in one hand and imagining gears in the other, plus theoretical study in the evenings. But practical driving was a different story. The old Jiefang trucks were difficult to drive, the training vehicles were quite dilapidated, and the instructors set up so many malfunctions that the engine would often stall due to fuel shortages, requiring us to use the joystick to restart it. Because I was from my own company, the squad leaders in the driving training team took good care of us. My squad leader was my mentor, often giving me extra lessons. Plus, I had fun driving my dad's company's Shanghai sedan before, so I quickly mastered the skills. Every time we did road driving, the squad leaders would boast and ask me to be their assistant instructor. Although it was tough, it honed my skills to perfection.

After the motor transport training ended, I was promoted to deputy squad leader. Every day, I drove the service team to nearby towns to buy groceries. I was constantly on the road, and it was quite lucrative. The quartermasters of each company often had personal errands and would ask me to wait for them. Every day, my pockets were full of cigarettes, which my squad leader and I would split. He was daring and often sold oil to the local people around the military base, so we were never short of money. When we went out, we dressed in civilian clothes, looking like playboys. In the late 1980s, Zhejiang wasn't very wealthy. Girls from the area around the military base liked to hitch a ride with us when they went to the county town for the market. Not only did they not charge us, but we were all young, and we would chat and laugh together until we reached our destination quickly, without feeling lonely.

After we got into a regular job, we had much more free time. My squad leader and I often climbed over the wall to go out and have fun. He had an ambiguous relationship with a girl named Caiyun who worked at a barbershop outside. Caiyun was only in her early twenties, but she was already quite experienced in sex. It was my squad leader's squad leader who took her virginity. My squad leader wanted to introduce me to her so that the revolutionary flame could be passed on forever. I had sex with Caiyun once, but it wasn't very interesting. The gear was so loose I could practically insert my head. She seemed to be a promiscuous woman; I wondered how many men in the entire regiment had slept with her. The squad leader treated her like a treasure. I got bored with my rough treatment and started penetrating her anus. Luckily, it wasn't too loose. Seeing her anus, covered in feces and bleeding from my penetration, I ended the game while cursing her. Later, rumors spread in the company that I was a pervert, probably from this girl. She was a little scared whenever she saw me, and I didn't want to touch her again.

The following spring, I wanted to take the military academy entrance exam, so I contacted an officer from my hometown in the regiment. We were in an anti-aircraft artillery regiment, and the military region was changing equipment, issuing a batch of Type 80 57mm self-propelled anti-aircraft guns. I knew the future belonged to tanks, and only by learning this skill could I have a future. So I went to learn tank driving. Having driving experience, learning tank driving was naturally effortless, and I passed the first-level tank driver exam that year.

Jieyu rarely wrote, and when she did, her tone seemed unpleasant; she always seemed to want to break up with me. For some reason, my heart was in turmoil, and I decided to take leave. After finishing my training exams, I asked my company commander for permission to go home, and he granted me twenty days.

Back home, I went straight to Jieyu's house. When I opened the door, a stylishly dressed man, looking a few years younger than Jieyu, was sitting inside, his arm around her shoulder as he spoke. Jieyu was startled to see me, quickly got up to greet me, hesitated for a moment, then pulled him close, linking her arm with his. My head felt heavy; the gift in my hand fell to the ground, tears streamed down my face, and my ears rang. I couldn't hear anything Jieyu was saying.

I rushed home, drank a pound of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep. My mother, having received my call about leaving home, rushed back from the region. Seeing my condition, she hugged my head and comforted me. “Child, she’s changed her mind. Mom will introduce you to a good girl. Our son is so handsome, why worry about not having a girlfriend?” That night, I still couldn’t give up. I wandered around her neighborhood and saw Jieyu looking haggard, arm in arm with that man, going to buy steamed buns. My heart truly died, and I felt utterly hopeless. The next day, I returned to the region with my mother. A few days later, my mother brought Xiao Rui over to

spend time with me, hoping she could keep me company and cheer me up. Xiao Rui and I grew up together. In my memory, she was a gentle, tearful little girl. I often bullied her when we were young, and she would defend me when my mother scolded me. Now she’s a beautiful young woman, and she looks even more dashing in her police uniform. She took a week off to keep me company. We were both young, so we got along well and had many things to talk about, which gradually eased my depression.

Driven by revenge against Jieyu, our relationship progressed rapidly in less than twenty days. Although I was only twenty, I was already quite skilled in sex, while Xiaorui was still a virgin. She was captivated by my kisses and I deflowered her. (Because she was my wife, and I owed her so much over the years, I always deeply loved and respected her; I won't go into details.) On the night before my departure, my parents held an engagement ceremony for us at the best hotel in the city. Xiaorui's parents also came. My future in-laws were very fond of me, and hearty laughter frequently filled the banquet. I recalled that wedding night a few years ago, and my mood sombered. Xiaorui thought I wasn't feeling well and urged everyone to end the ceremony. Her father smiled happily:

"A daughter is no longer under her mother's control when she grows up; she's already worried about her before she even leaves the house." And so, I became Xiao's son-in-law.

Back at the army base, thinking about it all felt like a dream. Every time I thought about throwing away the sachet containing Jieyu's hair, I couldn't bear to part with it and kept it hidden away.

By my third year, I was already a veteran. Since Xiaorui's parents only had one daughter, they didn't want me to go to military academy. They hoped I would retire so they could arrange a good job for me while they were still in office and I could transfer to civilian life. I had no choice but to give up on my plans in the military. Lacking ambition, I started to drift along. I was transferred back to the motor transport company,

where I spent my days leading new recruits around aimlessly. A new house had been built over the wall near the garage, and a small shop had opened there. We started hanging around there. The proprietress was a pretty young woman who always smiled at us when we came by. We'd chat with her casually, occasionally cracking dirty jokes. Over time, I learned everything about her family.

Honestly, I've always admired the people of Zhejiang. They're hardworking, not fussy about food and drink, unlike the lazy people here. That's why they were able to leap to the forefront of the national economy after the reform and opening up. Take Zhang Wanping's husband, for example. His family was very wealthy; they built a three-story house in 1988 with blue glass walls. He still got up at 3 a.m. every night to drive a tractor up the mountain to quarry stones, returning at 4 p.m., quickly washing up, eating, and going to sleep. He was as thin as a monkey, but his days were never boring. Soon after they got married, they opened a small shop for Zhang Wanping to manage.

The military repeatedly forbade couples to date in the garrison area, but it was still rampant. All the young men who joined the army had passed the physical exam; they were healthy and had sweet talk, so the local girls all liked them. Zhang Wanping's family wasn't poor; they ran a tea plantation. But being young and inexperienced, she seemed quite naive. Whenever he talked about the scenery and fun things from his training camp, her eyes would light up with longing.

The shop had a VCR at the time, playing pornography every day to attract business, and the young soldiers would gather in droves.

Because I was more knowledgeable and generous, and tall and strong, Zhang Wanping liked me to sit in the inner room and chat with her to relieve her boredom. Occasionally, I would watch the shop for her convenience. Over time, we became a little clingy, touching and pinching each other, but never crossing the line.

Spring arrived, and the rain fell incessantly during the Qingming Festival, Zhejiang no exception. On nights when I was on guard duty, I could hear the constant crackling of raindrops, and overnight, the bamboo shoots had grown very tall. On Friday, the day of the vehicle depot, I instructed the soldiers in my platoon to clean up and arrange their work, then ran to the wall and jumped over it. It had rained the day before yesterday, and the air smelled wonderfully fresh. I whistled as I arrived at her little shop. "Quick, let me take over! I'm bursting to pee! And you're still whistling? You're going to die!" I had just gone in when she darted into the bathroom like a rabbit. The door wasn't closed properly, and I could hear the gurgling water inside. My penis got a little aroused, and I really wanted to rush in, but then I thought about the unimaginable consequences and decided to behave myself. Zhang Wanping came out, pulling up her pants.

"Anything alright today?"

"Yeah."

"Want to come dig bamboo shoots with me?

" "Sure, but what about the shop?"

"Close it. The bamboo shoots on the mountain will get too old if we don't dig them soon."

"Should I call two people for you? Aren't you afraid I'll rape you, you pervert?"

"You want to rape me? Come on!" She said, quickly lifting her clothes and then putting them down again, laughing mischievously.

"Really? No need. Your mountain is huge."

"It's okay, just the two of us can dig slowly. Anyway, you're free." I thought to myself, "Yeah, why call anyone? Am I an idiot?"

I rode my bicycle with her, flirting all the way. When we got to the mountain, the bamboo shoots had grown really tall. If we didn't dig them soon, they'd get too old. I worked hard, and the two baskets were quickly full. I asked her to take them back and bring some water.

While she rode her bike back and forth, I dug up a whole bunch more. I sat down to rest, and then I heard a whoosh. I grabbed my hoe and smashed it down. A local specialty—a bamboo viper—was caught at about seven inches. Its body was wrapped around the hoe handle; I didn't dare let go—it would bite me! So I grabbed the hoe again and chopped off its head. Thinking I'd play a joke on her, I hid the snake. In the distance, I heard her clear singing voice, growing closer with each step she took. I saw her change into a blue dress with white flowers. The sleeves of her blue blouse fluttered on her fair arms, and her trousers only reached below her knees. The dress was a little shrunk, revealing her curves. Her small breasts stood erect like peaches, and the curves from her waist to her full hips were incredibly alluring. Her pubic area was rounded like a small bun, and her fair feet were barefoot, wearing only cloth shoes. Through the thin fabric, I could vaguely see her white thong.

I hadn't released my pent-up desire for six months, and my eyes widened at the sight. She became shy under my gaze, lowering her head and not daring to look at me. She snapped out of her daze and started making plans in her mind. After working for a while longer, I took off my training uniform. My strong muscles trembled with each movement, and beads of sweat slid down my dark skin, soaking my pants. "You've changed your clothes, what am I supposed to do?" "If you're hot, just take them off." I took off my pants too, and this time her eyes widened. With each movement, my testicles swayed, and as I bent over, the glans peeked out from the seam of my pants. I'd seen her husband's before; they were pitifully small. Wanping had never seen one so big before. She looked at me curiously, her face flushed.

"Ouch!" I stumbled to the ground, took the snake I'd hidden on the floor, stuffed it into my pants leg, pretended to have been bitten, and threw the snake far away. She saw it was a snake and pounced on me in fright. "Where did it bite you? Don't move, let me see!" she said, quickly pulling out Ji Desheng snake medicine from her bag and putting it in my mouth. Then she squatted down and pulled down my pants. My glans was swollen and red from congestion, and with the snake blood, the wound was barely visible.

"This, this is it," I pointed to the coronal sulcus of my glans. She hesitated for a moment, then took my glans into her mouth and sucked on it, her small mouth filled to the brim with the swollen glans. She sucked and spat at the same time, while gripping the base of my penis with her hand and stroking it upwards. My glans felt a tremendous suction. Having not ejaculated for a long time, I could no longer hold back my ejaculation. I pressed her head down and ejaculated. Hot semen filled her mouth and poured into her throat, making her cough and spit it out.

"Don't spit it out, it's nutritious," I said with a wicked grin.

"You're so bad, I was scared to death, playing such a joke," Wanping said angrily, wiping the semen from the corner of her mouth and spitting it out repeatedly.

"Do you often give your husband oral sex? Your technique is quite good." Seeing that she was only angry at my prank, but not angry at me for ejaculating into her mouth, I figured I had a chance, so I started to tease her.

"Your husband's so small, he probably doesn't get as much satisfaction sucking as me," she said, still angry and ignoring me, squatting on the ground packing bamboo shoots into a basket. Strike while the iron is hot, I walked over and squatted down beside her.

"Wanping, actually, I've liked you for a long time. I just wanted to joke with you, but who knew you'd be so quick? Seeing how anxious you are, I feel so lucky. I'm sorry, if you're still angry, you can hit me." Many friends believe that a large penis and long duration are enough to bring a woman to orgasm, but this view is wrong. A woman's fatal weakness is her heart, and this is precisely what most people overlook. You must develop their hidden lust to achieve truly satisfying intercourse; this is the charm of language.

I took her hand and gently pounded my firm chest, feigning pain. She laughed at my coaxing. Watching her breasts sway gently, my penis hardened again, pressing against her thigh. I then grabbed her other hand and placed it on top of her. She looked down, blushing, her heart filled with desire. She relaxed her fist from pounding her chest, caressing it. Her large eyes, beneath long eyelashes, narrowed slightly, her lips parted a little, releasing a fragrant, intoxicating breath onto my face. Her small nose twitched, adorned with a few pretty freckles.

The sight and smell simultaneously assaulted my senses. I kissed her, lightly touching and separating, then touching again, using my tongue to pry open her tightly clenched teeth, exploring her mouth, moving slowly and then faster, my lips capturing her lower lip. I pulled off her clothes with both hands.

I picked her up and placed her on top of her training uniform. Gently, I reached under Wanping's buttocks and lifted her body, then pulled her white panties down from her waist to reveal her snow-white buttocks. Her body was completely naked; her smooth, white skin and graceful curves amazed me. I reached behind her and skillfully unhooked her bra. Her alluring small breasts trembled slightly as they bounced out, displaying the voluptuousness of a young woman. I placed my hands on her breasts, covering them completely. I felt a slight tremor in my palms and began to massage them clockwise. Faint pubic hair covered her mons pubis.

Her legs were unable to close properly because I had inserted one of my legs into hers. Her tender pink labia were slightly parted, and my fingers found them already somewhat wet. I wanted her to experience the true taste of sex, to become my devoted lover, so that I could pass this boring final year. I inserted my middle finger; it felt very tight. I added my index finger, stretching her vagina slowly.

"It hurts, it hurts a little, it feels like it's splitting open." I ignored her and mounted her in a 69 position. My penis entered her mouth and began to move, my fingers also starting to work, my tongue lightly teasing her clitoris. Her clitoris was large and bounced up at the slightest touch. I first gently licked around it, then increased the speed, and finally pulled it outward with my lips. "Itchy...it's so itchy!" she cried out, her vaginal fluids beginning to gush out, her legs clamping together.

After all, we were in the wild, so we couldn't stay long; the first time had to be done carefully. I turned and knelt between her legs, took off her cloth shoes, held her two clean white feet, spread her legs, and used the head of my penis to rub against her vulva a few times to lubricate it with her vaginal fluids before thrusting in with my hips. As my scrotum slapped against her vulva, it made a series of slapping sounds, louder in the quiet bamboo forest, the scattered bamboo leaves on the ground rustling along with the thrusting. Ah...ah...she began to moan wildly.

“Call me husband.” “No…” I paused, waiting.

“Husband…” she writhed anxiously.

“Is your husband better than me?” “No…no…as…you…are better.” Her whole body tensed, her vagina gushing like a spring; she was probably close to orgasm. I increased the frequency of my thrusts, lifted her legs with my shoulders, and supported her slender waist with my hands, forcefully pushing my penis to its deepest point, thrusting hard, and then a gush of hot fluid shot out. “Don’t ejaculate inside!” I didn’t care about that; I pressed against her vulva and forcefully poured it in.

Anyway, she didn’t have children; if she got pregnant, someone would pay for it. After ejaculating, I didn’t rush to pull out, waiting for the semen to slowly drain away, pinching her nipples and sucking her toes. Her vagina also gushed forth clear fluid, drenching my glans.

On the way back, she sat in the back, not saying a word. I didn’t have much to say either. To be honest, it was just for release, and there was no real feeling involved; the scene was very awkward. When I arrived at her house, I greeted her and returned to my unit.

For several days, the unit was busy preparing for an exercise in Yiyang, Jiangxi next month. As the squad leader of the motor transport company, I was incredibly busy, driving around every day to transport supplies. I don't like to procrastinate, so I would work all day long, even sleeping in the driver's seat. After a week of hard work, we finally finished the mission ahead of schedule, and the regimental commander specifically praised our company at the regimental meeting. The company commander was very happy and granted me a day off to rest. I woke up at ten o'clock, and seeing everyone else busy, I felt it wouldn't be good to just sit idly by, so I went outside.

As soon as I entered the small shop, I noticed Wanping looked very unhappy and ignored me when I spoke to her. Since the unit was bustling with activity, there were only the two of us in the shop. Feeling bored, I got up to leave. "Stop!" "Have you been dead these past few days? I called your squad and you didn't come!" "Do you think I'm cheap, that I'm boring after you've had your fun?" she berated me relentlessly. Then I remembered that one night a new recruit in my class told me Wanping had something for me, but I was too sleepy and forgot. I grinned and explained to her, and seeing how tired I looked, she forgave me. She pulled a casual suit jacket from the closet and gave it to me. "I bought it in the county town, try it on."

"It fits perfectly, you have good taste."

"By the way, hasn't your husband noticed anything lately?" That day on the mountain, I'd left her covered in red welts from sucking on her. "What does he notice about me? I'm like a dead person every day."

"It's all your fault. I get itchy down there when I think of you at night, and he won't move when I call him."

"Look, I need to pee." Without closing the door, she pulled down her pants and squatted on the toilet, peeing. I rushed in and closed the door. "I missed you so much, you slut!" "If there are people outside, we'll die!" Haha, she didn't even care about the goods, only about the person. "It's okay, just leave if you hear me. I miss your little cunt too, don't pull up your pants." I pushed her hands away from her clothes, pressed her against the toilet, and, supporting her waist, aimed at her vagina and thrust in. It was wet with urine, which served as lubricant.

My penis parted her labia and eagerly plunged in. Although the outside was moist with urine, it was still a bit dry inside. "Ouch," she gasped softly. A pubic hair had been squeezed in. I tried to pull out, but she grabbed my buttocks. "Don't pull it out, it'll be fine in a bit." This little girl was also aroused. Her feet, clad in white stockings, parted to form an M-shape, revealing her labia and anus. I caressed her anus, massaging it with my fingers. She felt pleasure but was also shy. "No! No, it's embarrassing."

"Why isn't it wet yet? So slow." She vigorously stroked her wet clitoris, the kneading releasing her pent-up desire. Sticky love fluid secreted from her vagina. I felt the warm fluid moistening my glans and penis, and began to slowly thrust in and out, gently withdrawing my penis to the vaginal opening and then gently pushing it back in. My penis rubbed against her inner walls, sending a tingling sensation through her entire body, from top to bottom, even her toes. The fingers invading her anus fidgeted restlessly, bringing strange sensations. She wished she had more hands to caress her breasts, cheeks, and clitoris at the same time.

I began thrusting with all my might, the sounds of our bodies pounding stimulating us both. Her orgasm began, and I abruptly pulled my penis out. She tried to grab it and push it back in, her buttocks swaying back and forth, searching for my penis. I sat on the toilet, using the opportunity to control my urge to ejaculate. She hurriedly straddled my lap, spreading her legs wide and gripping them tightly with her hands, sitting down. The fluid seeping from her labia greedily devoured my penis. Just as she was experiencing ecstasy, footsteps came from the doorway. "Is anyone home, ma'am? I'd like to buy a pack of cigarettes." It was probably a passing driver. I slightly stopped thrusting, pinching her nipple. "Ah..." A moan escaped from her covered mouth. "I...I'm...inside, I have something to do. You can get it yourself."

I suddenly thrust upwards, my right hand reaching down to her genitals, vigorously rubbing her clitoris. She wanted to scream but dared not, desperately covering her mouth, the shame of the affair numbing her limbs. As her footsteps faded into the distance, she let go of my hand and cried out, collapsing onto me. Since it was an affair, it was best to end it quickly. We got dressed and sat outside. I slipped my hand inside her panties from behind, my thumb into her anus and my middle finger into her vagina. From the outside, we looked like we were sitting side-by-side, but I was actually ravaging her genitals. Whenever someone came to buy something, I would thrust harder. She kept giving me resentful looks, but I pretended not to notice and continued my assault. She ejaculated several times that morning, her underwear sticky and unsightly.

At lunchtime at the company, she washed her hands over ten times, but they still smelled fishy and foul.

These past few days it's been our squad's turn to stand night guard. Each shift is two hours, so I let the new recruits sleep first, and we stand one-on-one for an hour. I'd whistle from the wall, and she'd come running out in a bit. I'd pull her in, and our semen would be everywhere—in the driver's cab, on the truck bed. Later, she stopped wearing underwear, saying it was a waste of time. Watching my innocent little wife turn into a slut filled me with even more smugness, because I wanted to get revenge on them, revenge on Jieyu.

In a few days we'd be going to the exercise. Before the exercise, it's a high level of combat readiness; nobody's allowed to leave. I planned to say goodbye to her, and just as I jumped down from the wall, I saw Wanping's younger sister and greeted her. She asked me to tell her sister I'd come see her later, and I agreed.

Today Wanping was wearing a black silk dress, and what was underneath was clearly visible. She said that now, whenever I whistled, her lower body would get wet, so I deliberately whistled, and Wanping went limp like a snake with broken bones, collapsing into my arms. Holding her, I naturally started to touch her, telling her I wouldn't be able to leave tomorrow, probably for more than a month. Her eyes immediately reddened. Seeing her like this, I hesitated, wondering whether to carry out my plan. But lust overcame reason and emotion. She closed the door and took me home.

As soon as we entered, I pinned her against the door and kissed her. Wanping responded by wrapping her arms around my neck. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties; she was already wet. I casually inserted a cucumber into her underwear. She wanted to take me to the guest room, but I ignored her, picked her up, and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. It was my first time in her bedroom. I looked around curiously. The decor was decent, but some of the furnishings seemed tacky. Their wedding photo hung above the Simmons bed; her husband looked much better then, much fairer than he does now. Wanping begged me not to leave her bedroom. She already felt incredibly guilty about betraying her husband; this would only make her feel worse. I pretended not to hear, took off my clothes and lay on the bed, telling her in a harsh tone to undress completely. "Not here, please spare me."

"Take it off quickly," I deliberately shook my penis, pulled out her cucumber, and ate it bit by bit. "You just bully me..." She helplessly took off her skirt and climbed onto the bed, pulling a blanket over herself, trying to hide the shame of betrayal. I crawled under the covers and slowly played with her sensitive spots. The intense itching gradually made her lose her mind. She kicked the blanket off with her legs and tried to grab my head and pull me up so I could penetrate her. I still slowly sucked on her clitoris. Only when she started to scream did I straighten up and thrust into her. The intense stimulation made her breathe heavily, her breasts heaving, her legs clamping around my waist, and she kept hitting my back. "Your husband is watching you. You're so slutty, he doesn't know yet."

"I'm fucking your wife, why don't you join in?" The insulting words brought tears of pain to her eyes, but the pleasure in her lower body was bursting and swelling.

"So wanton even in front of her husband," I thought, looking down at my penis as it slid in and out of her parted labia, bringing out spurts of white fluid. I was about to ejaculate. The sound of high heels came from outside the door, followed by a gasp. Without turning around, I knew it was her sister; this was part of my plan, but I hadn't expected her to arrive so quickly. Wanqin stood there, covering her face, peeking shyly through her fingers. I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, starting to strip her clothes off. Wanqin curled up like a lamb as she was stripped naked, her hands covering her chest. Wanping tried to pull me away, but I pushed her away and yelled at her, "Let her tell everyone! We'll all be in trouble! Hold her down!" Wanping was startled and instinctively obeyed my command, holding her sister's hands. I leaned down and said to Wanqin, "If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you go." Before Wanqin could answer, I kissed her.

Actually, my penis was already pressed against her labia; I didn't even wait for her to become wet before thrusting inside. I had assumed Wanqin was a virgin and prepared myself for a vigorous assault, but to my surprise, I penetrated her all the way in one go. I immediately lost interest, pulled out, and thrust into Wanping, pumping wildly. Wanping, having sex with a man in front of her husband and sister, felt utterly humiliated, her body writhing in agony from the pleasure. "Xiaoqin, don't look… I…" "Ah… no… faster… I'm going crazy!" I thrust into her uterus while simultaneously moving my fingers in and out of Xiaoqin's vagina. Watching the two sisters writhe in agony, my lust was greatly satisfied, and I quickly shoved my penis into Wanping's mouth and ejaculated. Turning around, I parted Xiaoqin's labia and began sucking. Wanping greedily swallowed my semen, arching her back and masturbating with her fingers. The pungent stench filled the room, creating an extremely obscene scene.

On the way back to the company, I slapped myself several times, clutching my hair in anguish. How had I become such a beast? Where did that boy who sought true love so desperately a few years ago go? Did Jieyu ruin my life, or did I ruin hers?

The successful X-exercise officially began, simulating live-fire drills against Taiwan in Yiyang, Jiangxi Province—a grand-scale operation.

Due to military secrets, I won't elaborate. A month later, I returned to my unit for rest. Our regiment received commendation from the Central Military Commission for the exercise; the officers, from top to bottom, were overjoyed. We conscripts, however, didn't care, since we didn't receive any bonuses. What made me happy was that Xiaorui took advantage of an official business trip to visit me at the unit. I borrowed a jeep from the company commander and we went to Hangzhou for two days.

Less than two months after Xiaorui left, I received a long-distance call from her. She happily told me she was pregnant and that the ultrasound showed it was a boy. I told her to abort the child first; a driver's job in the army is four years long, how could she raise a child alone? Getting married is a problem; I'm not old enough. It doesn't matter in civilian life, but it won't work in the army. Xiao Rui cried, feeling wronged. My mother took the phone and scolded me, complaining about the troubles my mistakes had caused her over the years… and told me to do everything I could to get discharged. I had no choice but to go to the company commander and ask him to pull some strings.

There were only two months left until my discharge, and Wanping was pregnant. I didn't know if it was my child or her husband's. Her husband stayed home with her every day. I was about to be discharged and didn't want to ruin her happiness. Plus, what happened with Jieyu had given me an unspeakable fear of pregnant women, so I hardened my heart and refused to contact her again. She sensed the change in me and naturally distanced herself.

One afternoon, I was leading my platoon in tending the vegetable garden, thinking about my discharge and wondering how the company commander was handling it. The company's duty officer ran over and said my sister had arrived. Sister? I don't have a sister. Impossible.

I should go back and see. I jogged back to the company, slowing down as I approached, wondering who it could be. From afar, I saw a woman standing at the crossroads, looking around. She wore a short black wool coat, a long black skirt, and high heels. I was instantly stunned.

Jieyu, my first love, the one I haunted my dreams, the one who broke my heart, was miraculously standing before me. Tears welled up instantly. I suppressed my overwhelming emotions and walked calmly to her. "Why are you here?" She slowly turned around, looking at my slightly mature face and strong body. She excitedly supported me, almost fainting. Tears streamed down her face. I looked closely at her face. It was still so fair, but there were a few more crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and a few gray hairs at her temples. Her once full figure had thinned considerably. Had she been unhappy these past two years? She didn't say a word, just silently looked at me. Standing at the crossroads, military vehicles drove by, the wind lifting her black hair, which danced and brushed against my face, as if I had returned to the past.

The countless times I'd imagined coldly humiliating her during our meeting had vanished without a trace. After all, she was the first person I'd ever loved; she had the right to choose her own life. Since she'd come to see me, I should at least treat her well. I took her to the classroom. She looked curiously at the neatly folded blankets, the orderly towels and washbasins. Everything in the military was meticulously organized, and she found it all so fascinating.

When I opened the cabinet to get tea for her, a sachet appeared. I grabbed it and stuffed it into my pocket. I planned to return it to her when she left, to end my memories, and to start my life anew.

I called Jiang Tao, who is now the head of the logistics department's administrative team. He arranged a hotel for me (built when Liu XX came to inspect my regiment). The food in the company was terrible. That evening, I took Jieyu to the small restaurant at the service station and invited Jiang Tao and Wang Wenliang, two of my comrades, to keep me company. While waiting for the food, I took a good look at Jieyu. She looked much more stylish than before. When she noticed me staring at her, she shyly brushed her long, wavy hair back and forth, with strands curling around her fingers. A diamond ring was on her little finger. We opened two bottles of Si Te liquor. Jiang Tao and Wang Wenliang, who can't hold their liquor, each poured about six liang (300ml), leaving eight liang (400ml) for me. Jieyu took my glass and poured half of it into hers. The atmosphere wasn't very pleasant while drinking. No one talked much; they mostly introduced me to Jieyu.

After we finished, I took her to the hotel. When we got to the door, I wanted to turn around and leave, but then I thought I'd go in and sit for a while. She took off her coat and hung it up, leaning against the headboard, seemingly preoccupied and hesitant to speak. I took out a cigarette, but accidentally took out my sachet with me. I picked it up but couldn't bear to return it, so I put it away again. She saw the sachet, and her eyes reddened. It seemed inappropriate for me to stay any longer. I wanted to end things quickly, so I asked her how long she planned to stay and when she would leave. Her eyes glistened with tears, but she didn't answer. I said, "Then you should rest early. I'll come see you tomorrow morning." After saying that, I got up to leave.

Jieyu covered her face with her hands, crying like a wronged child, her shoulders trembling helplessly. My heart softened, and I put my arm around her thin shoulders, gently stroking them.

She burst into tears, tightly hugging my waist, gripping my back tightly, her sharp nails digging deep into my flesh, blood seeping from the wound on her back. Her teeth bit into the muscles of my chest, biting and sucking as if venting her hatred.

Despite the hatred for her betrayal buried deep in my heart, I was still keenly aware that I deeply loved the woman before me. How could there be hatred without love? I thought I had forgotten this love, but seeing her pitiful state still pained me. Suddenly, I noticed deep teeth marks all over her delicate arms, as if she had bitten herself, and a fresh knife wound on her wrist. Why?

Jieyu fainted. I laid her flat on the bed, removed her clothes, and discovered that her body was also covered in purplish-blue pinch marks. What caused all this? Countless questions flooded my mind. I went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and gently wiped her body. Jieyu's fragrance was still so alluring; my name was still etched on her pubic mound, now bare of pubic hair, undiminished by time. A stirring began in my lower body, but I resisted, covering her with a blanket and sitting on the edge of the bed, silently smoking.

"Don't leave me!" Jieyu cried out, sitting up abruptly. Seeing me beside her, she gasped, resting her head on my lap, gently touching the wound on her chest. Under my persistent questioning, she sobbed as she recounted a story. The pain of a wound to the heart is far more intense than the physical pain. I couldn't help but cry, my tears mingling with hers on her face. It turned out that after I left, my mother went to Jieyu and asked her to leave me. Jieyu initially insisted, but when my mother mentioned that my family had only had one son for three generations, and that having no children would bring me endless suffering, she broke down. For my future happiness, she agreed to my mother's request.

The man I met during my visit home was actually my brother-in-law. Before his death, Jieyu's father felt guilty towards his daughter and instructed his son to bring Jieyu back to Shanghai, leaving her a property and some stocks. I happened to see her there, and she couldn't refuse him, so she hardened her heart and pretended her brother was her boyfriend to make me give up. Upon learning of my engagement, she began the procedures to return to Shanghai and is now working as a union official in a company there. Xiaomin has already gone abroad to Japan. She and Lao Xin also went through divorce proceedings. Coincidentally, two months ago, she went to Hangzhou on a business trip and saw me by West Lake. Seeing me and Xiao Rui being intimate, her heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife. She felt as if she had returned to Shanghai. After nearly sixty days and nights, she couldn't bear the torment of missing me any longer and attempted suicide by cutting her wrists with the gas. Fortunately, a neighbor smelled the gas and found her in time, saving her life. After

being discharged from the hospital, she couldn't control herself anymore and planned to visit me before going to the hospital... Her nearly two hours of sobbing were like hammer blows to my heart. Mom, the mother I love most in the world, you manipulated everything, thinking you could plan a happy future for your son, but you didn't know you were ruining his life. I held my head, tearing at my hair, banging my head against the wall. Perhaps only pain could ease my guilt towards her.

The two of us hugged each other and cried together. On the bed, black and white flesh intertwined. I gently kissed her face, her cute little mouth, her shoulders, her little hands, her wounds, her whole body. It seemed that only in this way could I fully express my love for her. Jieyu's lower body still smelled so sweet. Her labia, which hadn't been exposed for three years, slowly opened like flower buds under my gentle kisses, flowing out sweet nectar, beckoning me to pluck it. Her slender body trembled slightly, and her two red nipples gradually hardened. Jieyu pulled me up, sealed my mouth with her crimson lips, and greedily kissed and sucked, her tongue gently entwining with mine. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, and I inhaled them all. They say tears are bitter, but at this moment they tasted so sweet.

I slowly lifted myself up and gently entered the cave that was forever mine. Her long-dormant vagina was still so tight. My glans felt a tremendous suction, and the warm flesh walls enveloped my penis, rubbing against it incessantly. Jieyu let out a seductive moan, holding me tightly in her arms. Her breasts swayed against her chest, and she raised her lower body to meet my penis, urging it to penetrate deeper. The overflowing nectar was unstoppable, flowing between her thighs and down her groin. The burning passion within her had driven her to the peak of arousal. She began to writhe passionately, letting out seductive cries, "Husband. Husband... my dearest brother... I... miss... him so much!" My

scorching hot penis, like freshly forged steel, began to thrust and pound inside her. I straightened up, lifted her legs, and thrust deeper into her womb, watching my beloved woman being overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, reaching the pinnacle of lovemaking. She began to tighten her grip on my waist; I knew this was her climax. I worked tirelessly to match her, my spiky penis spurting out gushes of white foam. My name trembled incessantly. Her anus opened slightly, my fingers gently scraping inside. She covered her mouth with her hand, letting out cries of pleasure, her love juices and urine spraying out. I remained silent, releasing three years of resentment and longing with each thrust.

Unable to control my emotions, we made love without stopping, trying to make up for the love we had been separated for three years.

Jieyu gently yielded to me, cooperating with me. We made love seven times that night, our bodies covered in semen, cuddling each other until noon.

The next day, back at the company, I took two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes Jieyu had bought to the company commander's room. Although I was facing discharge, I couldn't go too far, so I asked him for a few days' leave. When the company commander saw me, he yelled, "Damn it, what were you doing last night? Not even on duty. The division is checking the guards, thank goodness I didn't assign you any. What's your relationship with that woman?" The company commander and I were close, and he asked me bluntly. Actually, anyone with sexual experience could tell what I looked like. Jieyu was willing to risk her life for me, so what did I care about saving face? I told him everything.

"I didn't realize you were so capable, managing two women. I heard the last one who came is pregnant, how are you going to handle that? Oh, and I heard you're also having an affair with some young married woman. Be careful, you know. Hey, hearing you say that, that woman's pretty pitiful. Go on, go on, I'll give you three days off. If you're even a day late returning to the unit, I'll make sure you serve your full five years before you're discharged." He casually picked up a pack of cigarettes. "Take this to the instructor, and have the communications officer issue a dispatch order. Don't be a lazy bum driving back."

And so, we spent three days in Hangzhou like lovers, leaving our footprints by West Lake, at Lingyin Temple, and under Leifeng Pagoda. We spent our days sightseeing and our nights in passionate embrace, wishing it could last forever. But parting always comes. Jieyu promised me she'd live well and wait for me. Before leaving, she gave me a travel bag, telling me to open it only when I got to the army base. Reluctantly, I saw her off onto the bus back to Shanghai, watching her depart.

On the way back to the unit, I drove while pondering which path I should take. No matter what my parents did, they were still the ones who gave me life and raised me; everything they did was for my future. I couldn't resent them. Xiaorui was innocent; she loved me wholeheartedly and was now pregnant. Could I abandon them all? Impossible. But what about Jieyu? Hurt because of me, she lived alone in the cold, indifferent city, leading a lonely and empty life, desperately needing my company and comfort. I agonized over this dilemma. A loud horn startled me awake. A large truck was approaching. I quickly swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car, breaking out in a cold sweat. I obediently drove back to the unit.

I opened the travel bag Jieyu had given me. Inside were four cartons of cigarettes, two packets of tea, several boxes of ginseng tablets, and a thick envelope. Opening the envelope, I poured out two thousand yuan and a letter folded into a heart shape.

I quickly opened it and started reading. If it were a suicide note, I would be filled with regret. The letter was stained with tear stains, probably written last night while I was asleep—"Xiaopeng, my dearest husband, when you read this letter, I am also thinking of you somewhere. Seeing your unchanging love for me fills my heart with overwhelming emotion…Your woman, Yu, will always belong to you."

Jieyu had learned about my situation through other means over the years, even knowing that Xiaorui was pregnant, but she didn't want to discuss it with me, not wanting her distress to ruin our atmosphere. She also knew deeply that if she insisted, I would stay by her side no matter what, clearly understanding the consequence of doing so would be the eternal separation of me and my family. She didn't want me to do that, urging me to fulfill my filial duties, saying that Xiaorui was also a good girl, and asking me not to hurt her anymore. Finally, she told me she would come to see me when she missed me, and told me not to worry about her.

I read this letter, each word carrying immense weight, in one breath, tears falling onto it, my heart already making plans for the future. Everyone says love is selfish, but Jieyu gave me all her happiness while bearing the pain alone. You are such a lovely and selfless woman, I will always love you.

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