The Story of Yunyan

The jeep swayed and bumped along the winding country road. The spring chill still lingered in Hubei Province, just after the Awakening of Insects, but green grass had already begun to stubbornly climb the mountainside, and tender yellow buds swayed in the morning mist on the bare branches of the roadside trees. Below the ridges, the gray paddy fields, yet to be sown, formed a crisscrossing decorative painting, stretching towards the distant, ink-wash-like mountains. As I glanced sideways, two swallows, carrying mud in their beaks, flew past the car, their black plumage and red collars heading towards someone's house.
"Are we almost at Yunyan's village?" Ah Feng, sitting in the back seat, asked me.
"Almost," I replied, turning the steering wheel around the mountain corner, continuing towards the red brick and green tile houses shrouded in mist.
'Swallows, we've come to see you,' I murmured to myself, memories flashing through my mind like the swallows flitting past the window.
Back when I was still in Shenzhen, I worked for a small company. The company mainly did low-voltage electrical engineering and structured cabling, but its qualifications were all registered under the name of a larger company. It also ran a small electronics factory with a few dozen employees. Besides using the products for its own projects, it mainly sold overseas. The office and factory were rented outside the city center, not far from Meilin Pass. The boss was from Tianjin, a bit of a scatterbrain; you'd only see him three or four days out of five. He was mostly out building relationships and doing business, and didn't care much about the details of the work.
The engineering department had six or seven people in total. Two were in charge of maintenance, and the rest just managed their own construction sites. The salary was neither high nor low, but it was enough to get by. Buying a house in Shenzhen was a pipe dream, but compared to most private companies, our near-autonomous situation was quite comfortable.
The company provided accommodation, renting several houses in nearby villages as dormitories. These were small-scale, locally owned houses, commonly known as "farmer's houses," where several people shared a suite. Anyone who's been to a "village" in Shenzhen knows it's like a giant residential complex, a completely different concept from rural areas in inland China. Our company also had a long-term construction team; the foreman was nominally affiliated with our company, but he managed his own staff, most of whom lived in that "village."
One summer, a colleague in our department left, and his desk was vacant for several weeks. One morning, the boss suddenly rushed over, stood at our office door, and grinned mischievously: "I have some great news for you."
"What good news? Bonuses?" we all exclaimed in unison.
"Bullshit, do I need to make such a fuss about bonuses? Just have finance issue them," the boss said dismissively.
"What's that? Is it a holiday?"
"Never mind, you'd never guess." He shook his head. "Just say it. You guys always want pretty girls, and this time I've actually found one for you. The rest are up to you!" He turned and waved towards the door. "Come on, Yanzi."
A girl in a white t-shirt and jeans, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with shoulder-length hair, and looking thin, popped out. She smiled and bowed slightly to us. "Hello, seniors. My name is Cheng Yunyan. You can call me Cheng Yan, or just Yanzi."
"Hello, beautiful!" "Sit down, don't be shy!" The office immediately became lively. Before the boss went back to his office, he reminded us, "Don't underestimate this girl. She's a mechanical and electrical engineer, and she even has a construction engineer's certificate. You newbies should learn from her." And so, Cheng Yan became the first woman in the engineering department. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was certainly pretty, with delicate features, especially her smiling eyes and slightly upturned lips, which gave her a charming look. She had a cheerful personality, always joking around with us in the office, and would insist on paying the bill when we went out to eat. She was also easily amused, often laughing so hard she'd clutch her stomach and lean on the table.
The funniest thing was that, despite being the youngest, she always liked to call herself "sister," trying to act like a big sister, but she always looked like a little girl. However, she was undeniably serious about her work. When faced with technical issues, she would insist on getting to the bottom of things, drawing and explaining with pen and paper, and most of the time we couldn't win the argument.
Two things impressed me most about her: first, her simplicity. I never saw her wear designer brands; she always wore simple t-shirts and trousers, sometimes with a coat or sweater in winter. She never wore high heels, and her hair was never permed or dyed. Second, her thriftiness. The company lunch was always takeout, and she always finished it all, never throwing away any food. I heard she's from a rural area, and her family isn't well-off. It seems like environment really does shape people!
But we engineers don't spend much time in the office. We just check in in the morning and head to the construction site. Luckily, most of our projects are in the city, so we don't have to sleep on the site. She was assigned to a construction site less than a week after she arrived—it was the job that guy who quit left behind. Originally, another colleague in the department was temporarily managing it. In the low-voltage electrical industry, everyone hates taking over someone else's mess. If the data isn't complete, who knows where the original wiring was or where the conduits were buried? I guess the boss wanted to test her skills, and I'm actually a little worried she won't do a good job.
As it turned out, her project was finished several days ahead of schedule, and the quality was quite good. The boss was delighted this time, and when he came to the office, he couldn't help but tease us, saying, "You bunch of guys aren't even as good as that young lady." She herself was quite embarrassed, blushing as she tried to smooth things over for us: "Oh, not at all! I just started, and I'm not familiar with many things. I had to ask them all. Everyone was very enthusiastic and explained everything clearly to me. Otherwise, how could I have done it so quickly on my own?"
But I later learned some things; the migrant workers on her construction site had transferred... After I arrived at the construction site, several people told me, "That new young lady at your company is really nice. She's responsible and kind." According to them, Cheng Yan often checks on each floor after the workers have finished their shifts. She brings them tea and water, and treats them to a meal out every now and then. She even gave Old Lu 500 yuan out
of her own pocket when she heard his daughter was quite ill back home… Basically, everyone who has worked under her speaks highly of her, which makes me admire her even more. Whenever I have the chance, I try to help her so she can have more rest. After all, she's a girl, and I feel bad seeing her working so hard. I guess she noticed that the female employees' dormitory is on the other side of the village, a few hundred meters away from us. Whenever she buys something delicious, she always brings me some, as if to express her gratitude.
Later, the company took on a government project in an area bordering Huizhou, in partnership with another company, and sent me there as our representative. Because it was far from the city center, I mostly didn't go back to my accommodation and slept in the house rented at the project office. The construction team members also slept there, and we often had a few drinks and gossiped together at night.
One day, all the other workers went out for a late-night snack, leaving only a guy named Luo Yang and me in the room. The guy had a few drinks and came to my room mysteriously, saying, "Brother Nan, I'll show you something good." I looked at him, completely confused, and saw him take out his phone, tap on it, and then bring it close to me: "Look, isn't it pretty?"
I looked closely and saw that the screen showed a picture of a woman's lower body. Her skin was fair and clean, and she looked quite slender. She was spreading her legs lewdly, and her hands were pulling her vulva apart. Her labia minora were split open, and the tender flesh in the middle looked a little swollen and slightly open. She had probably just been fucked.
He flipped to the next picture, which was clearer. It was a direct shot of the vulva; the labia minora were swollen and dark, and the clitoris was erect, clearly still aroused. There was even a white, gooey liquid leaking from the vulva—a picture of a wanton slut.
At first, I thought it was no different from those selfies online, but when my gaze shifted from that slutty vulva, I suddenly realized something was wrong. Upon closer inspection… damn, the thing under that butt was a cardboard box from our company! I reached back to the previous picture and looked at the surrounding floor. Holy crap, it was an unfinished cement floor from a construction site!
I knew that guy liked to talk to prostitutes about his life ideals, so I tossed my phone aside. "Damn, you even brought a prostitute to the construction site?" "Wrong, wrong, wrong." He laughed smugly, his breath reeking of alcohol. "Do you know who this is?" I shook my head. "How would I know if you were messing around with women?" "I bet you wouldn't believe me even if I told you—it's Cheng Yan from your company!" My mouth dropped open. "Damn it, you think I'm a fool?" "I'd be a fool to lie to you." The guy jumped up from the bed, a little agitated, then sat back down. "Let me tell you the whole story." I stared at him incredulously, my heart pounding.
He swallowed hard, lowered his voice, and leaned closer to me, as if afraid someone would hear: "It was last year at that construction site in Yayuan. Wasn't she in charge? One day, we were connecting the intercom lines there. After we finished, she came to check, and it turned out that some bastard gave me the wrong diagram. Two wires were connected incorrectly from the first floor to the thirtieth floor. She told me to redo it, but I wasn't too keen and wanted to do it the next day. She told me that if I finished it today, there would be a reward. I asked what the reward was, and she said I'd find out later." The guy paused, as if keeping me in suspense, picked up the cup on my table, and took a sip: "I just did what she said. Actually, it wasn't so much about the reward; it's just that she's usually quite nice to us. We didn't finish until after nine o'clock, and she waited there until nine o'clock. Then she came over and said it was done very well, and thanked me for my hard work. I asked..." "What about the reward?" Little did he know that she would slam the door shut and immediately pull down her pants! He lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if savoring the memory: "That girl was really good. I'm not bragging, I've been to every massage parlor in Beiping, and I've been to all the ones inside the city, but none of them were as good as her. Her hole was like it could suck people in, so wet, and she moaned so beautifully. I've tasted the best in my life!"
That guy doesn't usually seem like the kind of person who makes up stories, but I still can't believe it. Although Yanzi is usually very outgoing, she still looks like a young girl, and she seems quite innocent. It's hard to believe that she would mess around with a migrant worker on a construction site... But then again, even if I don't believe it, just thinking about that scene makes me involuntarily get an erection.
"Never mind, never mind." Luo Yang slowly sat up, shaking his head. "Believe it or not, it's up to you. Just don't tell anyone else. She told me not to tell anyone else."
"Hey, wait a minute!" I suddenly remembered something. "You can lie more convincingly, you said she did it with you around 9 pm, but the photo is clearly taken at night, it's sunny." "Hey! I knew you were smart, Brother Nan!" He gave me a thumbs up. "It wasn't just that one time. Later at the construction site, she let me do it several times, she asked me to do it herself. Nobody goes up to the attic, right? That's where they usually do it. I wanted to take a picture, but she initially refused. Later, when the project was almost finished, I said I wanted to keep a souvenir, and she agreed. In the end, I just wanted to take a random picture, but she opened the hole herself and let me take it, saying that since it was just one time, I might as well take a good one for me!" He repeatedly told me not to tell anyone else, and then went back to his room to sleep. For the next month or so, whenever I saw Cheng Yan in the office, I felt uneasy. My face would flush, and I couldn't help but think of those two photos of her with her legs spread wide, being photographed. Looking at her slender, long legs, she really did resemble her somewhat, but that lewd air was hard to reconcile with the innocent, smiling young girl in front of me. However, as time went on, I gradually stopped thinking about it.
************ Soon it was almost Chinese New Year again. Most of the construction workers had gone home for the holidays, leaving only a few unmarried young people. Since I had taken leave to go home once during the year, I didn't plan to brave the Spring Festival travel rush and decided to stay in Shenzhen for the New Year. I was alone in the dormitory; it was quiet, but I was used to it and felt quite comfortable. I bought some cooked food and snacks at the market, cooked a couple of dishes, and watched TV online, so the time passed easily.
But on the 28th of the lunar year, my phone, which had been unusually quiet, rang. It was Cheng Yan calling. She still had that same carefree tone: "Come over for dinner on New Year's Eve! Those who didn't go home, let's all get together."
"Oh, what a wonderful thing! I have to thank you, Sister Yan!" I quickly agreed.
She paused for a moment on the other end of the line, then her voice suddenly changed, becoming serious: "I wasn't actually planning to invite you, but my coworkers all said they wanted to. But I'm telling you beforehand, if you think I'm ugly, don't come. If you have a girlfriend, don't come either. And if you do come, don't gossip about what happened tonight." "Hey, really? Is it that serious… I… I feel so confused!" "Anyway, if you come, your impression of me will change for life." "Ha, since you've said that, I guess I have to come and see." "See you later." She laughed and hung up.
On the 30th, I brought some fruit candies and two bottles of wine. I arrived at her rented apartment around 5 PM. A guy named Huang Kun opened the door. Several people had already arrived before me. Cheng Yan was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. The others who could cook were helping out. There was a huge pile of dumpling wrappers on the cutting board, and dozens of dumplings were already wrapped. They looked quite professional.
"Can you wrap dumplings?" she turned to me and asked.
"No problem, I've mastered the whole process!" Although I'm from the South, my dad has loved making dumplings since I was little, so I learned how to make them a long time ago.
"Then you wrap them, I'll go cook the other dishes." She smiled.
Then a few more people arrived one after another, making a total of seven or eight. The small one-bedroom apartment seemed a bit crowded, but the lively atmosphere was just right. The small square table was slowly filled with dishes. Although each plate was covered with an upside-down bowl to keep it warm, the aroma wafting from the kitchen still filled the entire room. A hot pot in the center of the table steamed, the broth bubbling inside.
"Sit down, everyone! Dinner's ready!" Cheng Yan called out from the kitchen, being the last to emerge. We had already poured our drinks, waiting for our hostess to take her seat.
She brought the last bowl of dumplings to the table before finding a chair to sit down. Only then did I realize that the seat next to me had been empty. Those guys were all so perfectly in sync, none of them sitting in that seat; it was probably on purpose. As soon as Yanzi sat down, she stood up again, glass in hand. We all stood up too. She generously extended her glass: "To a better tomorrow, and a better next year, cheers!" Amidst the clinking of glasses, the special New Year's Eve dinner began. Everyone at the table was a stranger, yet their young faces were filled with genuine smiles. Far from our hometowns and loved ones, the cramped little house felt strangely warm. I suddenly realized that Cheng Yan's words couldn't be more fitting: "To a better tomorrow"—though we came from all corners of the country, we all shared the same dream: for ourselves, for our families, for a better life, we embarked on this journey away from home.
I raised my glass and turned to her: "A toast to the hardworking and virtuous Yanzi, thank you!" Her cooking was truly excellent. Although the dishes were all home-style, each one tasted authentic, with a perfect balance of saltiness, savory flavors, and textures, catering to diverse tastes. As everyone ate, they chatted about family, the coming year, and dreams, near and far. Cheng Yan herself didn't eat much; judging by her figure, she probably didn't have a big appetite.
After a few rounds of drinks, I suddenly remembered what she had said: "Oh, right! Didn't you say you wanted to change my impression of you for life? What was it? Did you want me to see how virtuous and capable you are?" She turned to me, widened her eyes, puffed out her cheeks, and put on a serious expression: "Remember, don't tell anyone!"
"Definitely, definitely!" I nodded vigorously.
"Pinky promise." She playfully stuck out her little finger at me, and I reached out my hand and hooked our fingers together tightly, shaking them three times: "Never to break up!"
But she didn't let go of my hand. Instead, she grabbed it and gently pulled it towards her waist, brushing it over her smooth, flat stomach. Under my astonished gaze, she slowly probed under her belt, her fingers touching the sparse, soft pubic hair. She continued to push it down until it stopped at that soft, moist, and warm place—she wasn't even wearing underwear.
Suddenly, her lips pressed against mine, quickly planting a kiss on my cheek. A blush spread across her thin face. "I'll tell you a secret—you're the only one here who hasn't slept with me." Her words struck me like a thunderbolt. Luckily, Luo Yang had warned me beforehand, otherwise I would have thought I was having some ridiculous dream. Strangely, the others exchanged bewildered glances. It seemed Cheng Yan hadn't told them about her other relationships either.
"Ha, looks like you're all quite trustworthy!" She chuckled. "You really didn't tell anyone."
She pulled my hand out of her pants, pursed her lips, stood up, unbuckled her belt, kicked off her sneakers, pulled her jeans down to her ankles, and tossed them aside. She was naked from the waist down, only wearing a tight sweater on her upper body, and even wiggled her hips a few times as if to show off. "Today's a good day, so I've decided to do something a little more exciting..." She pouted, deliberately giving everyone a sly look, and then loudly announced as if giving a command: "Try what it feels like to be gang-raped!" Yanzi, naked from the waist down, sat back down, adding a pinch of food to her bowl as she casually continued:
"I didn't want you guys to know I've slept with a lot of people before, but then I figured it out. What's the big deal? At most, people will call me a slut. Who told me I am a slut?" As she spoke, she spread her legs apart, revealing her wet slit in the middle: "Look, I'm already dripping wet... Isn't it said that society laughs at poverty but not prostitution these days? Besides, I'm not a prostitute!"
Now, the New Year's Eve dinner was impossible to eat. A group of hot-blooded young men couldn't resist such provocation and immediately surrounded her, pulling her arms and legs. "Hey! You're in such a hurry! You haven't even finished eating!" She scolded him playfully while hurriedly reminding him, "Go to bed! Hey, go to bed first, okay? And if you're going to take turns, you can only take turns with me. Don't you dare go and mess with other girls, or I'll be accused of instigating a crime!" Several men threw her onto the bed and were about to pounce on her without even taking off their pants, but she pushed them away. "You guys are all experts here. It's not like it's your first time with me. Why are you so excited?" She stared at me with a smile in her eyes. "We have to let Brother Nan have a taste first, right?"
She reached out and gently rubbed her vulva a few times. Her originally parted labia visibly stretched and swelled up, and her clitoris emerged from under the foreskin like a small red bean. She pinched the two labia and pulled them apart, just like in the photos, revealing the pink vulva in the middle, slightly stained with white fluid, glistening like pearls under the light.
"I warned you, don't complain about my looks. My pussy has been with dozens of men, if not a hundred. It's definitely not as eye-catching as a young girl's, but you'll know what it tastes like once you've fucked it. I guarantee that once you've been in here, you'll dream of coming back!" She suddenly stopped smiling, glared at me, and said,
"Hey, you don't want me to help you take off your pants, do you?"
I suddenly realized what was happening and started to unbuckle my belt, while the guys around me chuckled softly. While Cheng Yan was talking, they had already taken off their clothes, their dark reddish-brown flesh standing tall. The air conditioner in the bedroom had been on for a while, and it was very warm inside. I threw my underwear aside and pounced on her, my blood boiling. But when I touched her lips, she turned her head away. "You can't kiss the top part of my mouth. If you want to kiss someone, kiss the bottom first," she said seriously.
Before I could even react, another guy had already buried his head between her legs, sticking out his tongue and flicking it up and down in that open crevice. Cheng Yan's body shuddered violently, and she cried out in pain.
I could only kiss her face and neck while reaching out to take off her top. She gently cooperated, and sure enough, she wasn't wearing a bra. After taking off her sweater and thermal underwear, her nipples were directly exposed.
Her breasts weren't large, only a B-cup, but they felt plump and bouncy to the touch, especially her two deep red nipples, which became erect and long with just a little rubbing, like two small dates. I'd heard that women with small breasts had a strong sex drive, and some said that women with large nipples had a strong sex drive; she seemed to have both. No wonder she called herself a slut.
I opened my mouth and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently while my tongue traced patterns on the tip. My other hand kneaded her other breast, squeezing it between two fingers as if trying to squeeze out milk. The sensation of her breasts and lower body being played with simultaneously seemed to have completely captivated her. She kept moaning and groaning, her body twisting unconsciously, her arms tightly wrapped around my naked body. "More men... ah... it's just different... ah... I can lick both of them... ah... it feels so good..." As
she spoke, her words became increasingly incoherent, only able to utter wanton moans, which grew more and more urgent. The guy licking her genitals had already inserted his fingers into her vagina and was digging inside. Suddenly, her lower body sprang up from the bed, her genitals thrusting high, her fingers and toes clenched tightly, her breathing rapid as if she couldn't breathe, her eyes rolling back, her whole body trembling uncontrollably…
She remained frozen like that for about ten seconds before relaxing again. Perhaps it was truly her first time being played with from both ends like this, or perhaps it was the psychological stimulation of waiting to be gang-raped by a room full of people, but she actually orgasmed after only a few minutes of being licked, truly a rare slut. And I finally couldn't hold back any longer, raising my erect penis and thrusting it into her still contracting vagina.
As soon as my penis entered, I immediately understood why Luo Yang had praised her so highly, and why she herself was so confident in saying that she wanted to do it again after just one time. Her vagina was not only tight, but also had layers upon layers of flesh inside, with many soft, protruding buds. When I inserted it, the hot vaginal flesh gave my glans an intense friction sensation; and when I pulled it out, it felt like a small mouth was sucking, making it difficult.
Moreover, while I was fucking her, she deliberately controlled her vaginal flesh to writhe and contract with each thrust, as if a hand was gently kneading my penis. Coupled with the streams of lustful fluid gushing from her vaginal opening with each thrust and her clear, undulating moans, it was enough to make any man's soul be taken away.
Although I really wanted to linger inside her a little longer, my penis didn't last long before I came. When I pulled my penis out, I felt a little embarrassed, as if I was afraid she would think I wasn't long-lasting enough. To my surprise, she grinned wickedly at me: "Do you know why I want to be gang-raped? Because one man can't last long inside me!"
She spread her legs to welcome the next eager penis, struggling to turn to her side, opening the laptop on the bedside table. While moaning, she found a video, pressed play, dragged the progress bar to the middle, turned the screen towards us, and then lay back down.
Exaggerated moans blared from the speakers, mingling with her own. The woman on the screen was similarly thin, with small breasts, sitting back on one man while another man fucked her between her legs. Upon closer inspection, I realized that two men's penises were simultaneously inserted into her anus and vagina—no wonder she was moaning so intensely.
There were other men surrounding her, one shoving his penis into her mouth, and the others who hadn't had their turn, she used both hands to help them. It's hard to believe that such a delicate actress has such heavy tastes in her films. But then I thought about it, and realized that Cheng Yan herself was just like that. If she hadn't said anything, who would have known she was being so outrageous?
She was clearly prepared. She kept smiling at us, saying, "I know you guys watch this all the time, so today I'm giving you a chance to put it into practice! I'll give you my asshole and mouth. You guys always like to say 'I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death' when you're cursing people, right? Today I'll see if the eight of you can fuck me to death."
This reminder made everyone even more excited. Immediately, the strongest guy volunteered to lie down on the bed as a cushion. Cheng Yan got up from the bed, squatted on him, held his penis with one hand until it was erect, and with the other hand, she smeared the slippery vaginal fluid around her anus. Gritting her teeth and holding her breath, she slowly lowered her buttocks, letting the glans of his penis slide in little by little.
Finally, the entire glans was enveloped in that delicate little chrysanthemum. She sat down hard, letting the penis go all the way into her anus. Then she leaned back, propped herself up on her arms, and sat on the man, raising her free vulva. Like a child playing a game, she cheered, "Come on, let's do it! Two at a time, fuck this little slut Yanzi to death!"
The tall Zhang Cheng pounced between her legs and inserted his penis into her wet hole. She shouted incoherently and waved to the crowd, signaling for a few more to come over. Then, she held a penis in each of her slender hands and began to vigorously stroke it in rhythm with the thrusting.
Finally, she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out slightly, looking desperately hungry, panting heavily: "Alright, gag me too, if you're going to cum, just cum inside. I heard that prostitutes outside don't really like taking semen, but I'll satisfy you this once. Anyway, I'm even more shameless than them. They only let you do it for money, but I'm begging you to do it for free, no, I'm begging you to gang rape me. Haha!" Now her posture was exactly the same as in the movies, with two dicks thrusting into both her holes at the same time, her mouth gagged so she couldn't make a sound, only able to moan "uh-huh" through her nose, but her neck was still shaking back and forth, so that the dick in her mouth would be pushed back into her throat again and again. Her hands weren't idle either, able to serve five men at a time.
The remaining three weren't idle either, each grabbing Cheng Yan's nipples and clitoris and rubbing them vigorously. Her cries became even sharper, but they were stuck in her throat and couldn't come out, so it was hard to tell whether she was enjoying it or in pain. However, judging from her energetic and wanton appearance, it was definitely more enjoyable.
On the television in the living room, the Spring Festival Gala had already started, and the song "Good Days" filled the room. Sporadic firecrackers began to sound outside, but none of that could compare to the explosive scene before them: a slender and delicate young girl was surrounded by a group of strong migrant workers, consciously thrusting her body up and down so that the penises in her vagina and anus could feel pleasure at the same time. With a mouthful of thick semen in her mouth, she mumbled and begged everyone to take turns using every one of her holes. It was a stimulation that no AV could match.
In the end, she was relentlessly fucked for almost three hours. Each of the eight men ejaculated inside her more than once. She herself had countless orgasms, and her body was covered in sweat. Her already large nipples and clitoris were swollen from being pinched, making her look even more lewd than before. Her vaginal muscles were turned inside out from being fucked, stickily oozing a thick mixture of vaginal fluid and semen. Her anus was also loose and could not be closed. With the slightest force, the bright red anal flesh looked like it was about to bulge out from inside.
She struggled to sit up in bed, panting, a victorious smile on her face: "Ha... I'm still alive... Looks like it's not so easy to be fucked to death... But I was almost passing out from pleasure, sluts really deserve to be gang-raped! Let's leave it at that this time, next time I'll find a chance to call a few more people, give each of you an aphrodisiac, and have a day and a night of intense battle, I'll definitely wear you out completely, okay?" When she said "okay," she deliberately tilted her head and looked at me, making me feel incredibly awkward. She deliberately adopted a coquettish voice, like someone singing in an opera: "How about it, Brother Nan, does the Swallow's Hole... suit your taste?"
"Yes, of course it does!" I wanted to say something more polite, but I couldn't think of anything: "Really... I wish I could have it every day."
"Tch, wishful thinking. If I were with you every day, what would everyone else do?" She slowly got out of bed, and I quickly went over to help her. She staggered towards the door, glanced at the clock on the TV, and then waved to the group of men in the room: "It's late, everyone go home first. The security outside the city isn't that good, it's not safe to be out so late."
She wasn't even dressed, standing naked at the door, seeing them off one by one. Although Shenzhen winters aren't cold, the wind still made her legs shiver a little. I then remembered to get my coat and put it on her. "Not safe... aren't you afraid of being unsafe all by yourself?" I asked with some concern.
"Ha, what could be unsafe for me? I only have so much money to rob, I might as well let him rob me of my virtue as compensation."
I shrugged helplessly, "You win."
"Ha, good to know. Alright, you should go back early too, I'll clean up the house." I turned towards the door, but my feet didn't move. "Oh, lingering here?" She looked up at me teasingly.
"Sigh, I'm bored by myself, can't I stay and keep you company?" "Um..." Her face suddenly turned a little red, "Whatever, but..." She gestured towards the table and smiled happily, "Finally caught a helper, you have to wash the dishes! Consider it payment for the hotel." She took her clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. I cleaned up the things on the table and washed the dishes before she came out, wearing thin thermal underwear, the outline of her breasts was still clearly visible through the clothes.
She smiled nonchalantly, sitting next to me watching TV, but my mind wasn't on the screen at all.
She often sat next to me like this at the office, looking at blueprints together. To be honest, she's pretty, and her smile is lovely; any man would be tempted, especially in the summer when she's wearing a thin t-shirt, her body plastered with sweat, making it hard not to fantasize about shameless things. I even thought having a girlfriend like her would be nice, but I was hesitant about dating someone so close to me, so I never said anything.
But who would have thought it would end like this, even more shameless than shameless. No foreplay, not even holding hands, and then we were in bed together—seven men gang-raped her! And on our first time, they tried her vagina, anus, and mouth! It was utterly absurd. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
She must have noticed my awkwardness, so she reached out and turned off the TV, then tugged at me, saying, "Are you sleepy? Go wash your face and go to bed!" Seeing my bewildered look, she simply prepared the wash water for me and brought it over, saying, "Hey, do you need me to get you a towel to wash your face?"
"Thank you, thank you, I can't accept that." I quickly bent down to wring out the towel, "Hai, I just feel like today's surprise... was too unexpected, I'm still a bit stunned." "No need to explain!" she said smugly, "Actually, I've seen it all. Many men are just like you when they first see me undress, acting all surprised. What's so strange about it? It's just getting a woman for free, as a man, you should be calm!" "How can it not be strange!" My voice suddenly rose, "Think about it, how hard is it to pursue a girl normally? You spend all your time and money and you might not even succeed. And even if you do, she might not be as pretty as you. How can people not feel the huge contrast?"
"Tch!" She covered her mouth and chuckled. "You're quite good at saying nice things, aren't you? How come I never noticed before?"
She pulled off the sheet stained with the man's semen and her own vaginal fluid, changed to another sheet, pulled me into bed, and hugged me from her side, resting her head on my shoulder, draping an arm and a leg over me lightly, almost without me noticing her weight.
The firecrackers outside grew louder and louder, and I suddenly remembered that I had something important to do. I quickly took out my phone and called home. She stared at me with her dark, oily eyes, quietly listening to me chat happily with my family on the other end of the line. When I finally finished my last phone call and turned to hug her again, she suddenly sighed and buried her face tightly in my chest: "It must feel so good to have family... right?" "Yeah... Oh, don't you have any family?"
She turned over, looking up at the ceiling: "They're all gone. My dad died young, and my mom remarried and never came back. In our area, it's not customary for remarried women to bring their children. I was raised by my grandma, until I went to university... Grandma was the best person to me in my life, for..." She sent me to school, and even though she had rheumatism in her legs, she still went out to do odd jobs. Back then, our family was poor and couldn't afford anything nice. Whenever someone in the village had a wedding or funeral, she would go and help out. She wouldn't eat a single piece of candy or peanuts that people gave her; she would bring them all back to me... I always thought that after I finished my studies and became successful, I would definitely bring my grandma to the city so that she could live a good life... But..." Her voice suddenly choked up, and she sniffled hard, but in the end, she couldn't hold back anymore. She buried her face in the blanket, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably.
I opened my arms and pulled her trembling, slender body into my embrace. "Don't cry, my dear Yanzi. Your grandma knows how you feel, and she'll be happy in heaven."
She quietly closed her eyes. The clock ticked towards midnight. Outside the window, colorful fireworks lit up the southern night sky. Amidst the rising and falling crackling sounds, the new year arrived.
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ From then on, I became a regular at Cheng Yan's hut, but I had to call her beforehand and get her permission. Of course, most of the time she didn't actually forbid me from going, but rather said things like, "If you want some alone time with me, come tomorrow. If you want to gang rape me, come to the hotel tonight. It's up to you." And I always chose the former. To be honest
, I didn't find it disgusting. On the contrary, I found the sight of her being surrounded by a group of men, screaming and moaning, to have a special kind of beauty. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. Even if I didn't go, given how slutty she was the first time we did it, it wouldn't be strange if she found a few more people to gang rape her. But I just didn't want to join in the fun.
And I soon noticed that her attitude towards me was a little different—when she was having affairs with other people, she would usually go to a hotel or even just do it on a construction site, and then leave as if nothing had happened. Only when I went to her house would she let me stay overnight. She especially liked to lie on top of me in bed after we made love, her face resting on my chest, her tight, swollen breasts pressed against me, gently rubbing against me, as if she didn't want her aroused nipples to go soft. We would often chat like that, chest to chest, sometimes for two hours straight.
Later, I understood why I didn't like joining in the fun: I liked the way she focused her attention on me when we were just the two of us, so gentle, tender, and playful, completely different from her wild and unrestrained self when she was acting crazy.
I didn't ask her about her "private affairs," nor did I want to know. Subconsciously, to me, only the parts of her life with me truly belonged to me; everything else seemed to belong to someone else entirely. She also tacitly avoided mentioning other men in front of me. I suspect that although she'd been with quite a few migrant workers, no one at the company, except me, knew about it; at least, their usual attitudes didn't suggest anything unusual. However
, my frequent overnight stays at her place couldn't be kept secret forever. Before long, almost all my colleagues assumed we were dating. Even the boss called me in, suggesting we rent a quieter room, with the company offering subsidies. I could only awkwardly smile and say, "Thank you, thank you, but she doesn't want to live with me right now."
I shook my head inwardly—we didn't belong to each other; it was just a slightly longer one-night stand. I even felt like she was the emperor, and I was just a concubine in the harem. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but secretly smile bitterly.
Life continued in this way, a life of physical intimacy coupled with a lingering emotional distance. She remained unchanged, working diligently and passionately, making love earnestly and passionately. When the passion ignited, her slender body writhed like a fish, her moist, tender flesh writhing desperately, as if trying to squeeze out every drop of love juice. But when the storm subsided, she nestled quietly against me, as docile as a lamb.
She remained the same, seemingly unchanged, but I had changed. While staying at the construction site, I found myself missing her, especially when I hadn't returned home for several days in a row. At night, lying in bed, gazing at the dark window, my eyes were filled with her smile, and of course, her white breasts and her bright red vulva.
Many times I wanted to call her, just to hear her voice, but I always refrained—I knew she didn't need me. While I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, she was probably in some private room, making love with some man, her beautiful body, which I longed for, moaning beneath them. I didn't want to call her at such a moment. I tried to think about it many times, but I still couldn't say whether this counted as jealousy. Maybe I just didn't want to disturb her.
But as we got to know each other better, I learned more and more about Yanzi. She had almost no relatives, but she often received letters, on thin, simple paper, some with neat handwriting, others a little crooked. She was always happy to receive a letter and would write a reply carefully.
Sometimes she would show me the letters—the writers were all children, children from remote mountain villages. Every month she would set aside a portion of her salary and send money to the children every few months. She said those children reminded her of the past, of those lonely days, and she hoped they could be happier than she was.
Sometimes she would tell me about her hometown, about the dilapidated elementary school there. She said her biggest wish was to build a new building for the school so the children wouldn't have to study in a leaky, drafty place anymore. To achieve this, she had to work hard and save money.
I comforted her, saying, "Before you've saved enough money, the government will have already built it for you." She said she actually thought so too, but it didn't matter; there were always places with greater difficulties, always people who needed help. She could just leave the money for them.
I also teased her, saying, "Making money is easy for you. With your figure and looks, you could just date a rich guy and you'd have plenty." She shook her head vigorously, "Money is something you can have more of or less of, but you can't be without ambition. I'd never be a mistress! Besides, I can't get along with rich people; we're from different worlds. I only get along with country bumpkins."
"Damn, so you're implying... I'm a country bumpkin, right?" I glared at her angrily.
She chuckled, "Pretty much, somewhere between a country bumpkin and a Westernized bumpkin!" But perhaps it was true, as she said, that she only got along with country bumpkins, so the men she slept with were mostly ordinary people, looked down upon by glamorous, fashionable women, including migrant workers who had worked hard all day and were covered in sweat.
However, she said she didn't sleep with just anyone. She never hooked up with married migrant workers, afraid of ruining their family happiness. She didn't care about those she met online or in bars; they'd just spend the night together and never see each other again. But migrant workers were different; she'd have to work with them again, see them all the time, and she had to be careful. So she only dated unmarried men, and they had to be honest and wouldn't gossip.
She once joked that she was just born cheap, raised cheap from childhood, and even her vagina was cheap now. But she also said she liked this feeling of being shameless, which is why she liked doing it on construction sites, being gang-raped, eating semen, and having her anus penetrated. Basically, the more shameful something a woman would normally find shameful, the more excited she felt. She said it might be considered a kind of illness, but it was quite enjoyable. Men were happy when they were with her, and she was happy when she was being played with. Why not do something that makes everyone happy?
Aside from the time she spent messing around, her life was actually quite fulfilling. She was very diligent with housework. Although her room was small, it was always neat and tidy, spotlessly clean. The walls, windows, and even the chandeliers were decorated with small ornaments—flowers, stickers, little dolls, and so on—all handmade by her.
She said that poor children mature early, and she was used to hard work from a young age, unable to stay idle. Speaking of this, she even showed me her hands, with a hint of regret, saying that because she did so much work, her hands were rough and unsightly, not at all like delicate, beautiful hands.
In her spare time, she enjoys reading, especially during quieter moments at the construction site. She usually reads professional books for certification exams, but sometimes she reads other things too. She likes medical books; she says her father died young, and her grandmother has always been in poor health. She originally wanted to study medicine, but she heard it takes five or seven years and the tuition is expensive, so she's worried about not being able to afford it, though she's always longed to. Besides, since she's so promiscuous, she should know more about hygiene to protect her health and avoid getting diseases. While most girls like romance novels, she doesn't. She says they're all too unrealistic, full of stories about rich kids—too far removed from her own world.
In reality, we didn't spend much time together, only one or two nights a week. But whenever I went, she would put in a lot of effort during sex, desperately trying to please me with her incredibly inviting vagina. Her technique was exceptionally good; she could always slow down the pace just before I was about to ejaculate, letting the urge subside slowly, then gently reignite it, working on every hole until we both reached orgasm.
I also tried my best to satisfy her in various ways, using my mouth and hands. Her bedside table had a whole drawer full of sex toys—some with bumps, some with burrs, some with curves. Sometimes she would ask me to insert one into her vagina and anus, turn the vibration to the maximum, and then kneel down to give me oral sex. She said it felt like being gangbanged, which was incredibly exciting.
She also liked it when I pinched her during sex, especially her nipples and clitoris, saying that the pain was the most stimulating, sending a tingling sensation from her vagina straight to her heart, making her bones feel like they were melting. Her labia were thick and a bit long, always protruding from her vulva. She often joked that she had a "big black vulva" and asked me if I preferred pink or black. I said who cares, tight is best. She laughed and said, "If I'm not this tight anymore, will you stop sleeping with me?"
"What are you talking about? A woman doesn't just keep a man with her mouth down there." I pinched her labia. "Besides, I don't believe your little cunt can be that loose." "Then tell me, how do I keep a man?" she persisted.
"Hmm... You're a good person, kind-hearted, hardworking, gentle, and considerate. You're also a great cook... I can't even list all your good points! Anyway, I feel relaxed and comfortable with you. Even if we don't do anything, I'd be happy just to be together."
She turned her head away a little shyly and chuckled, "Haha, I just realized how good I am! Should I praise you for being so good at saying nice things, or blame you for being so good at lying?" "Every word is from the heart!" I solemnly declared.
"Nobody believes that, men's words are never reliable... But since you're making it sound so nice, I'll give you a choice: reward or punishment?"
"How will you reward me? How will you punish me?"
Her fingers slowly crawled down my stomach, making me itch, then suddenly she flipped over and pinned me down: "The reward is that you fuck me a hundred times, the punishment is that you make me fuck you a hundred times!" "Hey, it seems like you're the one who benefits either way!"
"Of course." She grinned wickedly, lowered her face, and silenced my mouth with her tongue, then guided my now-erect penis into her wet vagina...
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She grabbed my hand and guided it towards her still-dripping vulva: "Let's try, see how many fingers can fit." It wasn't the first time I'd used my hand to probe her opening; usually, it was two fingers. Her G-spot was easy to find, just an inch or so inside the vulva, on the front wall of her vagina. It felt slightly firmer than the surrounding soft flesh. Pressing it hard made her tremble all over. With enough foreplay, I could bring her to orgasm in a minute or two.
However, she didn't seem to like orgasms that came too quickly. She always wanted to pause and repetitive, until she was sweating profusely and almost exhausted before finally reaching orgasm. She said that this kind of orgasm lasted the longest and felt the most intense. Besides that, I hadn't tried anything special.
I put two fingers together: "Just say you're horny, it's not the first time." "Hmm—" She shook her head: "Two fingers aren't enough, try one more." I hesitated for a moment, then formed three fingers into a cone shape and inserted them into her red little hole. The slippery, alluring flesh opened up, and although I could still feel the tightness of her vaginal muscles, inserting them wasn't difficult. I slowly inserted all three fingers all the way in, and her hot, tender flesh writhed excitedly, even the round, hard bulge at the very back gently thumping.
I circled my fingers inside a few times: "What are you up to?" She didn't answer, but just reached out and grabbed my wrist, slowly pulling my hand out of her body. Then she cupped my palm, aligned my fingertips with her vaginal opening again, and gently pushed them in while panting softly.
"Do you understand?" she asked softly.
"I understand..." It seemed she wanted me to put my whole hand inside. "But won't this break it?" I asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, you don't have to pay for it if it breaks."
I gritted my teeth and pressed my five clenched fingers inside. The further I went in, the greater the resistance became. Her small vulva was already stretched to almost two inches wide, the tender flesh was stretched taut, and I could see the clitoris inside clearly through the gaps between my fingers.
Her hands gripped the sheets, her brow furrowed as she breathed heavily, her legs trembling. But the widest part of her palm was still two centimeters from the opening. I started to worry again: "Let's just forget it, we'll have to take you to the hospital if you hurt yourself!" She grabbed my hand, preventing me from taking it out: "No...you think so little of my pussy? It's been through so many battles, it's not that easy to break." I couldn't resist her, so I continued to rotate my palm while pushing inward. She gripped my wrist tightly with one hand, while the other vigorously rubbed her clitoris, moaning softly. Her open pussy was soaking wet, the fluid flowing all the way onto the sheets.
Fortunately, the wetness was enough to lubricate, making the rotation of my palm smooth. I gradually widened the opening, until finally, when the protruding knuckles on the back of my hand squeezed past the opening, it was as if all resistance had suddenly disappeared, and my entire hand slid in with a whoosh. She breathed a sigh of relief, looking at me with a victorious smile, her cheeks flushed: "How about that? I wasn't lying, was I? Yanzi's cunt is amazing!" I inserted my entire hand, only then realizing that the tightest part was actually the entrance; the inside was much looser. I tried rotating my hand inside a couple of times, clearly feeling the folds and clitoris of her vaginal walls.
This was the first time I'd ever so "comprehensively" explored her vagina. I estimated this wasn't even her limit; if stretched to its maximum, the folds of her vaginal walls should have been completely flattened. It seemed I had truly underestimated this slut. Looking at my wrist, tightly gripped by the stretched-open vaginal walls, and her sweet, wanton smile, the feeling was somewhat similar to the first time I saw her being gang-raped—both surprising and exciting.
My hand quickened its pace, thrusting and rotating vigorously inside. Her wet, fleshy vulva made a constant "squelching" sound. With each thrust, her body trembled, her vagina contracted sharply, her teeth clenched, and her throat vibrated, emitting low "oohs." It was clear she wanted to cry out, but fearing the neighbors would hear, she desperately held back. Her shy appearance only fueled my passion.
I pounced on her, taking her nipple into my mouth and rubbing it vigorously with my tongue and teeth. My other hand continued thrusting inside her, each stroke hitting her cervix and pushing her uterus an inch deeper. My other hand kneaded her already swollen clitoris. She finally couldn't help but cry out, though she still dared not make her voice too loud, the rhythm was rapid, almost out of breath, her body trembling even more violently, her entire hips thrusting up and down from the bed, looking like she was overwhelmed with pleasure.
After doing this for four or five minutes, she finally couldn't take it anymore, her fingers and toes clenched tightly, shivering as if having cramps, red patches appearing all over her skin, and hot water gushed out of her urethra with a "whoosh," she couldn't hold it in, not knowing whether it was incontinence or orgasm.
She rolled her eyes for about half a minute before recovering, then smiled wearily at me: "Oh no, oh no, I have to wash the sheets again... I won't do it on the bed anymore, I'll do it for you sitting down, okay?" "As long as you're willing, I'm happy to serve! But you really always manage to surprise me, asking if it's gotten looser, this shouldn't be the first time you've done this, right?" "Ha, you're so smart!" Her eyes curved into crescents again: "I was trained for a month or so before I could do it! But actually, I haven't done it many times, after succeeding the first time, I quickly came to let you have your taste." "Trained by whom?" I blurted out, then realized something was off.
She stared at me with wide eyes, as if I had ink on my face. After watching for a while, she suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at me with her finger, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Haha! I—get—it—! You—are—jealous—!"
"No, I was just asking, don't react so strongly, okay?" "No, no, no," she shook her head mischievously, "Women are the best at reading people! You can't hide it from me! Haha, you look so cute when you're jealous, it makes me so happy... I know! I always thought you didn't care about me, being jealous means you do!" "Damn! I don't care about you? I think you don't care about me!" I muttered unhappily.
"Who said I don't care about you? You're my VIP here, you get all the best service."
It was hard to refute that. Thinking about it, she really treated me differently from everyone else. Maybe I was the man she had been with the longest, and much, much longer than anyone else! However, I still had some doubts: "Tch, isn't the training first for others?" "Hahaha!" She laughed again: "It's not what you think, you'll see next time I introduce you to her."
A week later, she actually invited me out, saying she wanted to see how she was being trained. I followed her, full of suspicion. We took a taxi and turned into a rather secluded neighborhood in Nanshan. When we got upstairs and knocked on the door, I immediately understood why she said it was different from what I thought: the person who opened the door was a woman, in her early thirties, dressed quite fashionably. She must have known I was coming, because as soon as we met, she asked: "You're Cheng Yan's boyfriend? I've heard her talk about you many times, she seems quite handsome. Haha!" Cheng Yan called her Sister Hong. She was a doctor, divorced, and lived here alone. They met online by chance. Hongjie posted selfies on a forum, some of which showed her doing vaginal dilation. Chengyan said her vagina looked beautiful with it stretched wide open, and she felt aroused. From the background of the window in the photos, she could tell it was in Shenzhen, so she contacted her. Hongjie was quite enthusiastic and agreed without hesitation when she heard Chengyan wanted to try vaginal dilation.
Chengyan said she had only seen women doing it like that in some foreign films before and thought it was very difficult. But she didn't expect that after only a few times, Hongjie could fit her hand inside her. However, when she first asked me to try it, she was actually unsure because my hand is much bigger than a woman's hand. But she felt that the feeling of challenging her limits was very exciting, so she gritted her teeth and went for it, and she actually did it.
Hongjie told me some "training" methods: It's impossible to go all in at the beginning; you have to take it slowly. She used an inflatable dildo, starting only as thick as a regular vibrator. After inserting it, she slowly inflated it, increasing the size a little each time, maintaining it for a while, then increasing it a little more. After doing this for an hour or so, she pulled it out and did recovery exercises to keep the vagina elastic and prevent it from becoming loose. Don't be too impatient; dilate it every few days to allow the soft tissue time to grow. Each time you dilate, increase the maximum size a little more, gradually increasing the size until you can fit your hand in.
She said Cheng Yan developed quite quickly, mainly because she really liked it. She was very excited every time she dilated, with constant flow of fluid, and especially liked watching her vagina being stretched wider and wider in the mirror. Moreover, her vagina was very elastic; after dilation, it would shrink back as if nothing had happened, unlike herself, whose labia minora always opened wide when she spread her legs after dilation, like an old clam.
She had a special little cubicle for this. There, Cheng Yan took off her clothes and pants, and Hong Jie demonstrated for me—first, she used one of those inflatable dildos she mentioned, then inflated it with a rubber bulb, gradually swelling Cheng Yan's vaginal opening into a large, round hole, stretching the vaginal flesh thin as if it were about to burst.
Hong Jie said that Cheng Yan could now expand to about seven or eight centimeters in diameter, and if she didn't want to play anything more extreme, this size was about right and wouldn't affect her normal sex life. Then she told me to try inserting a vibrator into Cheng Yan's vagina myself, one at a time, to see how many I could insert.
At first, Cheng Yan seemed quite shy, as if she was afraid I would laugh at her for being too wanton. But as soon as I inserted the dotted dildo, turned it on, and started to move it, she immediately became wanton. Her face turned red, her mouth was slightly open, and she cried out in a tumultuous manner. Her body twisted and turned involuntarily, and she cried out intermittently, "Good brother, keep going... ah... fuck Yanzi to death... um... my little cunt wants... more... ah... fuck Yanzi's cunt raw..."
In the end, I inserted four dildos in total. Looking at her wide-open cunt and her dazed expression, which seemed to be in pain or pleasure, I couldn't help but feel a little scared and a little sorry for her. Seeing my hesitation, Sister Hong couldn't help but laugh. She walked over and pushed me aside, picked up a penis, and suddenly thrust it into the crevice between the four dildos in Cheng Yan's vagina. Then, supporting Cheng Yan's buttocks with one hand and pressing down on the five still-buzzing dildos with the other, she pushed them in almost an inch.
Cheng Yan's body jerked violently as if burned, her legs curled up, and her whole body rolled to the side, almost falling off the small bed. She looked so frightening that I was stunned. I quickly reached out to help her up, but she struggled to lie back down. She looked up at me with a slightly haggard smile, one hand gripping my arm, her voice trembling and broken: "You know... Nan... the thing you don't understand... is that you're too considerate of me... Actually... I just like it when you're rough... the more exciting... the more perverted the better... I like it like this... even if I get ruined, broken, or worn out... I'm willing... understand?" Sister Hong smiled at the two of us from the side: "Did you hear that, handsome young man? Your girlfriend is a rare gem! If you really want her to be happy, just go along with her wishes. That way, you'll definitely have a great time. If you can't do that, then you should let her go to someone who knows how to have fun. Don't waste her." I froze for a few seconds, then bent down and gently bit her nipple, making her cry out "Ah!" I picked up another toy and brought my mouth to her ear: "Okay, you little slut, you want to play with me? I'll satisfy you. Tell me, how many do you want in your ass?" She'd never had anything inserted into her ass before, except for anal sex, but I forced two dildos into her. She cried out in pain, but I gritted my teeth and kept going. Then I made her walk around the room trembling, with seven vibrating dildos inside her, before she knelt down and gave me oral sex.
Finally, I made her crawl on the ground like a bitch and kicked the dildos that had slipped out a little, pushing them back in. I did whatever was roughest I could until she was trembling and couldn't get up. Then I pulled all the toys out and pounced on her trembling body like a wild beast, shoving my dildo into her red and swollen cunt and screaming as I fucked her hard.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me frantically, her vagina still so tight—it was unbelievable that five men's penises had been inside her just moments before. Later, she told me she had orgasmed over ten times that night, and had never experienced anything so intense; it felt like her soul was being pulled out.
************ And it was also that night, perhaps it was Hong Jie's words about giving her away that enraged me, that made me finally understand something: people are different. Since that's the kind of life she wanted, why should I judge her by my own standards? And, to my own surprise, when I was so rough with her, I felt an unprecedented excitement. Her appearance, her voice—they were so alluring, capable of stirring up all the evil in one's heart, as if I really wanted to ruin her.
That same evening, when we returned from Sister Hong's place and got back to her room, I asked her the question that had been bothering me for so long: "Yanzi, do you think we're really boyfriend and girlfriend?" She thought for a few seconds and then passed the buck back to me: "What do you think?" "I guess... I guess so!" I scratched my head.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed me: "Hey! You're scratching your head over such a simple question, that's so disappointing!"
"Ugh, you won't tell me yourself, and you blame me for answering too slowly... That's so unfair!" "Of course it counts! I'm yours, isn't that being boyfriend and girlfriend?" "Sigh, if that's the case, then you seem to have had quite a few boyfriends." "No, no, no, it's different." She shook her head vigorously: "You think sleeping together means giving yourself to me? I've slept with many men, but the only one I truly trust and am willing to give my whole self to is you! Do you know why I'm willing to let you torment me? Because I know you have a good heart, you care about me, and you won't really hurt me." "Damn, what you're saying has confused me. Just now you were blaming me for being too considerate of you! So, should I care about you or not?"
"Haha!" She laughed again. "That's just how women are, don't expect them to be right. When it hurts, when it doesn't, you just have to figure it out yourself!" "Hmm, I've seen it all, I've seen it all. The saying that all women are crazy is definitely true." I spread my hands helplessly. "But, I still don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" She tilted her head and looked at me.
"Well, I think I'm not bad looking, and my character is not bad either!" I said with a smug grin. "But at most, I'm just 'not bad,' not anything outstanding. You've seen countless people, so why did you fall for me?"
"Because only you wanted to stay with me after you finished with me!" She blinked and answered without thinking.
"This...it can't be that simple. I don't believe there aren't other men who want to have a longer relationship with you."
"Of course there are, but I rejected them all.
" "That makes sense. Why wasn't I rejected?"
She was unexpectedly silent for a while before turning her head back. "I really want to know." "Yeah!" I nodded vigorously.
She paused again, as if trying to sort out her thoughts, then stared at me mysteriously. "Do you remember back in 2001, didn't you go to Wuhan?" My eyes widened, and I almost jumped out of bed. "How did you know?" She smiled smugly. "It was Valentine's Day, and you went to Wuhan University, right?" I did remember, I remembered it very clearly. That day was probably the most tragic February 14th I'd ever had...but how could she know? At that moment, I felt a dreamlike absurdity, just like that New Year's Eve when she told me that everyone in the room had slept with her.
She smiled faintly and continued, "On the way into the school gate, you bought a bouquet of flowers, roses, remember?"
"I...I really do..." I could only nod. That day I was looking for someone, a girl I'd known since high school. I'd squeezed onto a train from Hunan, my heart pounding with anxiety, hurrying through the still-green cherry blossom grove in the February wind, searching for an answer, whether it meant life or death.
"21 roses, right?" she pressed. "I'm not mistaken, you're around 20, right?"
I nodded mechanically, my eyes filled with confusion.
She turned and hugged me, pressing her face to my ear, her voice gentle and playful: "But you definitely don't remember what the person who sold you the flowers looked like."
I stood there, speechless.
I understood, I understood everything.
"To earn my living expenses, I sell flowers on campus every holiday, and that day, you were the first person to buy my flowers." She continued speaking in my ear, her warm breath tickling me. "But, two hours later, you came back, still holding that bouquet." "Sigh... I couldn't help it, they wouldn't take it!"
"You found me and asked if you could return the flowers. I said they were all wilted from your clutching, and if you returned them, I wouldn't be able to sell them."
I laughed sheepishly. Returning flowers was indeed a bit embarrassing, but for me at that time, that bouquet was no small amount of money; it was almost half a month's living expenses.
"So, you just shoved the flowers into my hand and said, 'Fine, I won't return them, I'll just give them to you!'" "Ha, that's right, and then I even said to you: Happy Valentine's Day." "Yes, I remember, I'll remember it for the rest of my life." She looked up again, a blush-like smile on
her face: "Because that was the first time in my life I'd ever received flowers for Valentine's Day." I turned to her and pulled her slender body tightly into my arms, gently stroking her hair: "I'll buy you flowers every year from now on, okay?"
"No need, the first time is the most precious, it doesn't matter if I buy you flowers later." Her red face pressed against my chest: "But, back then, you threw down the flowers and ran away, and I just stood there, not having a chance to say my last words to you, can I make up for it now?"
"What words?"
Her warm, moist lips moved upwards, bringing her face closer to mine: "Thank you. And, Happy Valentine's Day." ********** ... But the resentment in my heart was gradually dissipating. In many ways, she was unique to me. She was different from other girls, so I shouldn't treat her like any other girl. I accepted her pure side and her wild side, and I went along with her craziness and revelry. Maybe only in this way could we all be happy!
We would discuss exciting ideas together and then find opportunities to put them into practice. To make it easier for her to climb up and down the construction site, she usually wore pants and dressed like a tomboy. She only changed into pretty girls' clothes on weekends. I bought her several sets of thin clothes and skirts so she could wear them on weekends without a bra or underwear, and then we would go shopping together.

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