Zuo Wei's cousin's extramarital affair

The story begins about ten years ago, when I was still living in my old family home. It wasn't like the apartment buildings we live in now; it was an old building. My family lived on the fourth floor, shared with two other families. The front of the floor consisted of the main rooms for both families, each with two rooms. Outside, there was a common hallway connected to a staircase, followed by a corridor. Along the corridor, there was a sink, one of my family's back rooms, and the shared kitchen and toilet for both families.

My cousin's name was Zuo Wei, born on September 11, 1967. She was nine years older than me, and I called her Sister Weiwei. When she was little, my cousin lived with my father, who was in the army, at an air force base near Tianjin in the north. Around the time I was in third grade, she was sent back to Wuhan and came to live with us. We gave her the back room; she was in her second year of high school then. Later, her college entrance exam results were average, and she went to medical school for a junior college degree. She was a day student, so she continued to live in the back room of our house.

Several years passed quickly. After graduating, she got a job at a municipal hospital, working in the laboratory department. It was around 1989, my cousin was 22, and I was in the second year of junior high school.

At the height of my adolescence, I developed a strong interest in the opposite sex. I was rather introverted and didn't interact much with female classmates. While my cousin wasn't exactly a stunning beauty, she was definitely considered pretty by ordinary standards, and she was the young woman closest to me. Naturally, she became my first crush. I closely observed her every move from morning till night, which gradually escalated to spying on her.

At first, my spying didn't reveal much, except for one time when I peeked at her changing clothes and saw her wearing only a bikini. Now it doesn't seem like much, but back then, the visual impact of a nearly naked woman's body was still quite significant for a teenage boy. My cousin was petite, with a dignified appearance, spoke fluent Mandarin, and seemed very quiet, but she was actually cheerful and lively. She didn't usually wear makeup, making her look very delicate, but she had many clothes, especially her summer dresses, which were mostly quite revealing, showing off her beautiful figure. My cousin, who recently started working, has many friends, mostly men, primarily her high school and university classmates and hospital colleagues. She's always been very kind to me, frequently taking me to visit her school and the hospital, so many of her classmates and colleagues know me.

I noticed that since starting university, she's often gone out with men who came to visit, sometimes staying out very late. There have been about ten men in total, and some seemed quite close to her. One in particular, named Yu Bogang, who appeared to be a driver at the hospital, was tall and handsome; she went out with him the most. Several times, she didn't come home all night, and I remember my mother had a serious talk with her about it.

At the time, I wasn't very clear about sex and found the female body very mysterious. Because I often saw her hanging out her underwear to dry, I developed a strong interest in it, frequently rummaging through her washing machine, wardrobe, and handbags, almost always finding something interesting each time.

My cousin had five or six bras, more than ten pairs of panties of various styles, and even a sexy thong. In the late 1980s, this was incredibly trendy and avant-garde. The bras were labeled 85C, though I didn't know what that meant at the time.

She also had three menstrual belts. Back then, sanitary napkins had just been introduced, and my cousin always used menstrual belts. A menstrual belt was basically a strip of cloth with straps at both ends. When a woman had her period, she would put toilet paper on the cloth, then wrap it around her crotch and tie it around her waist. It could be washed and reused. Sanitary napkins were, of course, much more advanced and hygienic. After secretly watching her for a few months, I discovered that my cousin had started using sanitary napkins, which were still completely unfamiliar to me at the time.

Our washing machine was my playground back then. Because my cousin always threw her unwashed clothes in it, I would go through it every day, and I would often wrap my dirty panties and menstrual belts around my penis and masturbate. My first ejaculation was while wearing my cousin's dirty thong, and I was playing with her bra. Of course, to avoid her finding out, I pulled my penis out before ejaculating, so it wasn't on her. What

I remember vividly is that her unwashed panties were always covered in vaginal discharge, especially after she'd been out late with her boyfriend. Sometimes there were even more discharge, and sometimes there were patches of slightly hardened, yellowish-white spots around the edges, but later I knew they were semen! But by then I already knew my cousin wasn't a virgin, because I often found condoms in her handbag.

Sometimes her discharge was white with foam, quite thin, and had a faint odor; other times it was yellowish-white, thick like gel, with a strong fishy smell and a salty taste. This puzzled me for a long time—how could my cousin's discharge change like that? Later I learned it reflected a woman's menstrual cycle.

On certain days each month, my cousin's panties would have obvious menstrual blood and adhesive residue from sanitary napkins. Sometimes she would even carelessly toss used sanitary napkins covered in menstrual blood onto her desk. All of this could be considered my sexual ignorance.

I already knew my cousin was constipated; I had even found glycerin suppositories in her handbag, and occasionally there was feces on her panties—it's really disgusting to think about now. Because the toilet was outside, it was very inconvenient to relieve herself at night, so my cousin had to use a spittoon every night. I often saw her carrying a full spittoon of yellow urine into the sink in the morning. Once, I even saw a very large, unflushed feces in the sink.

During that time, I also did four bad things. The first was that I took my cousin's underwear off the clothesline, wiped the crotch area in the toilet septic tank, and then hung it back up. My cousin, unaware of this, must have worn it later.

The second incident involved me taking one of my cousin's panties and applying an enema to it. Afraid she'd notice, I threw it behind a water vat in the main room—a neglected, never-cleaned spot.

A few days later, worried she'd be suspicious if she noticed, I picked it up and put it in one of her unused handbags. Not long after, I saw the panties hanging on the clothesline; she must have found them, washed them, and put them back on. I thought she might suspect me, but she didn't say anything. Luckily, soiling her panties didn't make her sick. The

third incident was one morning when I saw my cousin going downstairs to work. I stood by the stair railing and urinated on her. She looked up, confused, and called out. I replied that I was splashing water! She believed me and went to the hospital wearing my urine-stained clothes.

The fourth incident involved me secretly squeezing a few drops of urine into my cousin's cup while I was making her coffee.

About six months later, something unexpected happened. It was an early winter evening. I was in the inner room, having gone to bed early but unable to fall asleep. My cousin, unaware of this or perhaps thinking I was a child, didn't pay attention. She brought a basin of hot water into my room to wash her bottom. As everyone knows, women wash their genitals every day if they don't bathe.

That was the first time I had ever seen a woman's most mysterious place. I squinted at my cousin's genitals, while she remained oblivious. The moment she pulled down her underwear, I was extremely excited. She had a lot of long, thick pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle that extended from her lower abdomen to her anus. Her white buttocks were round and plump.

After sitting in the basin for a few minutes, my cousin squatted down and surprisingly parted her genitals with her hands, gently washing them with a towel. I could clearly see her soft, swollen labia majora covering her tightly closed labia minora; the edges of the labia minora were darker, while the center was orange-pink. After wiping her front, my cousin parted her buttocks, revealing her dark, chrysanthemum-shaped anus, which she slowly washed. At this point, I was extremely excited and finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated under the covers.

After that, I became even more obsessed with my cousin's body and even more obsessed with secretly watching her. A few days later, I had a good opportunity. I saw her take a roll of toilet paper and go to the toilet, assuming she was going to defecate, so I followed her.

My family's toilet is shared by two households. There used to be a lock, but it broke and was removed. Instead, a bolt was installed inside the toilet to lock the door, leaving a small keyhole. Since it's usually just family, and we get along well with our neighbors, no one paid much attention to this little hole. This was exactly what I needed. Of course, I was prepared; I used two mirrors to reflect the light through the hole, allowing me to see everything inside.

My cousin was squatting over the cesspool, her entire vulva exposed before my eyes. As I mentioned before, my cousin is constipated, and she'd been squatting there for a long time; I was getting a little impatient.

But then, her labia minora suddenly parted, her vulva tightened, and a stream of fluid gushed out, the flow gradually decreasing. I heard a soft moan, followed by a deep, powerful, resounding fart—the kind of thunderous sound that's been stored up for a long time. A black thing slowly dangled between her buttocks, then another, and five more. Her buttocks tightened, and more fluid flowed from her vulva. The whole process lasted two to three minutes, followed by a foul stench wafting from the crack in the door.

Having had this strange experience and discovered such a good method, my spying on my cousin became unstoppable. As long as two essential conditions were met, I wouldn't miss any opportunity. First, there had to be no one else on the entire floor besides my cousin and me, so I could spy on her without worrying about being discovered. Second,

my cousin couldn't go into the bathroom too late; if it was dark, the dim light from inside wouldn't be enough to see her clearly from the outside using a mirror.

I remember not long after, it was a weekend afternoon. No one was home next door; my parents had gone shopping, and I was home alone taking a nap. I had just woken up when I saw my cousin coming back from outside, saying she had a stomachache, probably from eating something bad at lunch. She grabbed some toilet paper and rushed to the bathroom. I knew I was in for a good watch. As soon as she entered the bathroom, I followed her with a mirror.

Through the keyhole, I could see my cousin's urine shooting out like a white jet from between her legs, quite powerfully, making the toilet bowl hiss and squeak. As the jet weakened, she suddenly wiggled her buttocks, followed by a loud "plop!"—oh my god, my cousin! A stench wafted out, mixed with a series of loud farts, and thick, yellowish-brown liquid gushed from her open anus, lasting about half a minute. My cousin, who was often constipated, had diarrhea this time! It was a complete mess

; her anus was covered in feces, with some splashing onto her fair buttocks. With a long sigh, she seemed to have relieved herself of a great burden. The loose stool that had fallen into the toilet bowl piled up like a mountain, stinking unbearably—a truly pitiful sight. Then, my cousin raised her buttocks high, took out toilet paper, and wiped several times before finally cleaning her anus.

In the old house, bathing wasn't as convenient as it is now. There were no water heaters or showers; we had to boil water ourselves, pour it into buckets, and carry it to the toilet to wash. I had never seen my cousin completely naked before, so I always fantasized about peeping at her while she bathed. But my cousin usually bathed at night. It wasn't until late March of 1990, when it got dark later and the weather warmed up, that everyone started bathing every day. The opportunity finally came.

This was the first time I had seen my cousin completely naked. Because it was the first time, I paid special attention to her full breasts. Her spherical breasts were firm and swollen, with long, large nipples that stood erect, covered in wrinkles, and below them were brown areolas covered with erect nipples. Her waist was slender, her round, plump buttocks were sticking out, and her whole body was upright and fair.

Seeing my cousin so openly displayed before me, especially as she kept pouring water from the bucket onto herself, I immediately became aroused.

My cousin smeared soap all over her body; I could even smell the fragrance. She used a towel to massage her breasts in circular motions, then washed her stomach, rubbed her back, and spread her legs to wash her genitals. Finally, she rinsed off the soap with clean water. After drying herself, my cousin put on a bra and panties, and then a nightgown over them. At that point, I felt there was nothing more to see, so I went back to the front room. That night, my mind was filled with images of my cousin bathing naked.

Having seen her wash her bottom, urinate, defecate, and bathe, I was no longer unfamiliar with her body. But not long after, I witnessed something even more astonishing.

It was April in the blink of an eye, and Wuhan was already quite warm, even a bit hot. After noon, you could wear a single shirt. That afternoon, I got out of school much earlier than usual, and no one was home; everyone had gone to work.

I went to the toilet, and as I passed by my cousin's back room, I saw the door was locked and the curtains were drawn behind the window, but suddenly I heard faint moans coming from inside.

What was going on? My cousin shouldn't be off work yet. Luckily, the curtains weren't fully drawn, and a corner was visible. I curiously peeked inside, and oh my god, my cousin and that driver named Yu Bogang! They were naked, entwined on the bed, with several pairs of men's and women's underwear scattered on the floor. This was the first time I'd ever seen a man and woman having sex, and I was stunned!

A naked couple was clearly displayed before me, deeply engrossed in their passion. They were completely unaware of the pair of peeping eyes outside the window. I saw Yu Bogang repeatedly pinching my cousin's nipples with two fingers. Her nipples were noticeably enlarged. Then Yu Bogang lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, biting and releasing it with his teeth, licking the nipple and surrounding area with his tongue. This caused my cousin's chest to rise and fall, her upper body to twist and turn, and she to moan with pleasure.

A few minutes later, my cousin was clearly even more excited. She got up, knelt on the bed, and took Yu Bogang's enormous male genitals into her mouth, sucking and spitting out the penis. Thinking back now, in 1990, my cousin was actually performing oral sex; she was quite open-minded!

Yu Bogang's hands explored my cousin's smooth buttocks; he must have been reveling in the dual pleasure of physical caresses and the moistening sensation of his mouth. My cousin patiently licked, sucking for a while, then licking the glans with her tongue. Yu Bogang's hands weren't idle; he continued to touch my cousin's buttocks, and it seemed his middle finger was even inserted into her buttock cleft, probing her anus.

Yu Bogang probably needed stronger stimulation next. He made my cousin stop sucking and spread her legs apart. From my angle, I could see her entire vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, and because her legs were open, the slit in the middle was also open, revealing pink flesh and what looked like glistening liquid at the vaginal opening.

Yu Bogang, aroused, gripped his cousin's ankles, spreading her hips wide. He lowered his head and kissed her labia. Due to the angle, I couldn't see the details, but I could see Yu Bogang's large, dark head moving back and forth, presumably licking her vulva. His cousin's legs rose and fell intermittently, clearly stimulated.

At this point, she seemed to have reached her peak and pushed Yu Bogang away. He stood up and knelt before her, her legs wide open. I could vaguely see her vulva was damp. Yu Bogang guided his erect penis to her vaginal opening. His cousin reached out to receive it, pulling the glans towards her vaginal opening. Yu Bogang gently pressed down, his penis slowly entering her narrow vagina.

Yu Bogang's abdomen finally pressed against his cousin's smooth lower abdomen. His cousin naturally pressed her thighs towards him, and Yu Bogang thrust downwards forcefully. His cousin's two snow-white thighs wrapped around his waist. Each time Yu Bogang struggled, it caused his cousin to move as well. The two moved simultaneously, like a tightly integrated machine.

Yu Bogang initially used only the first third of his penis to rub in and out, the movements light and slow. Gradually, the movements became larger, and each thrust went deep. When Yu Bogang's abdomen lifted upwards, his cousin seemed reluctant to let go, her vagina following suit. The so-called withdrawal of the penis didn't actually leave the vagina; it was merely a small-scale internal friction between the two connected parts.

Yu Bogang placed his hands on the pillows beside his cousin's shoulders, his body forming a straight line, and repeatedly thrust downwards rapidly, violently colliding with her vulva. The impact seemed to create a loud "smack" in the air. His cousin's face flushed, and her moans grew louder.

After dozens of dazzling thrusts, Yu Bogang suddenly pressed down on his cousin's abdomen and remained still. His cousin swayed her head from side to side, her snow-white thighs clamping tightly around Yu Bogang's waist, her legs forming a circle around his entire waist. Her taut upper body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. After Yu Bogang got up, a stream of white semen could be seen flowing from his cousin's vulva, wetting the sheets beneath her buttocks.

A few minutes later, they made love a second time. This time, his cousin took the initiative. She continuously stroked Yu Bogang's limp, caterpillar-like penis with her hand, rubbing his testicles. Soon, Yu Bogang's penis swelled, the swollen glans glistening purplish-red. Then, his cousin sat up and straddled Yu Bogang, his penis plunging into her vagina with a soft "plop."

His cousin actively moved on top of him, performing piston-like movements. After about 20 thrusts, Yu Bogang seemed to suddenly get excited. He rolled over, making his cousin lie face down on the bed with her buttocks raised high. He knelt behind her and thrust his penis into her, pumping wildly, while his hands roughly grabbed and squeezed her breasts.

Each thrust elicited a groan from his cousin. I counted; he thrust about a hundred times.

Suddenly, both of them stopped moving, as if their muscles were spasming. Then they both let out a long sigh, their faces showing expressions of ecstasy. After Yu Bogang pulled out his penis, he actually used his hand to pry open his cousin's anus and inserted an enema! My God, how disgusting!

Soon, his cousin's face turned bright red, and she sat naked on the spittoon, defecating with a splattering sound. It was almost 5:30 by then, and I heard his cousin sweetly urging Yu Bogang to leave, saying that school and work students would be coming home soon! Afraid they would see, I hurriedly ran downstairs and circled around, then pretended to be coming home from school. My cousin was busy emptying the spittoon and washing the sheets.

After secretly watching her have sex, I felt incredibly excited and thrilled. A few days later, I found a used condom filled with semen in the trash can in my cousin's room. It seemed someone had slept with her again that day.

But to my surprise, less than a month later, my cousin suddenly became melancholic, silent and even somewhat apathetic at home. She came home on time every day after work, and quickly sent away any men who came to see her, no longer going out with them.

What puzzled me even more was that I could find several pairs of my cousin's underwear in the washing machine every day—usually two, sometimes three or four—covered with thick, yellowish-white discharge, almost like pus, and in large quantities. The crotch area was almost always wet and smelled terrible. At that moment, I realized my cousin might be sick, and I no longer dared to let my penis touch her dirty underwear.

I really wanted to find out what was going on, but the secret was revealed a few days later. That day, I found a medical record in my cousin's bag. I don't remember the exact details, but the gist was: Zuo Wei, female, 23 years old, patient with increased vaginal discharge for more than a week, severe vulvar itching, redness, swelling, burning pain, lower abdominal pain, urinary urgency, frequency, and difficulty urinating.

Examination findings: redness and swelling of the labia majora and minora, with scratch marks around them, a large amount of yellowish-white discharge from the vaginal opening, foul odor, congestion of the vaginal walls and cervix, mild cervical erosion, a large amount of purulent discharge flowing from the cervix, urethral congestion, pressure on the urethral opening, pain and purulent discharge, history of unprotected sex.

Diagnosis: gonococcal vaginitis, cervicitis.

My God! My cousin had gonorrhea, which is a sexually transmitted disease! In the early 1990s, a woman having a sexually transmitted disease was a disgraceful thing! I felt horrified and sorry for my cousin at the time. However, it was clear she had undergone active treatment, as I could tell from observing her underwear.

A month later, she had gradually recovered. I never saw Yu Bogang again; I guess she believed he had given her the STD and stopped paying attention to him.

But soon after, I found a letter in my cousin's room from Yu Bogang. In the letter, he cursed her, calling her a "filthy slut." He listed the names of several men, some of whom I knew or recognized—mainly her colleagues, superiors, or classmates—while others were names I had never heard of. I counted twelve people in total.

He seemed to know my cousin well; he wrote down the times and places of her sexual encounters with some of these men in detail. He also threatened her, saying, "Don't pretend you don't know about soliciting customers at hotels at night, charging fifty yuan a time. If you don't obediently sleep with me, I'll expose these shameful things to the hospital director. You're selling yourself outside; who knows who gave you the disease? And you blame me!"

Wow, my cousin was still prostituting herself! I almost fainted! However, things didn't seem to have gotten that serious. My cousin probably secretly resumed her relationship with him and finally resolved the matter!

After that, my cousin seemed to have fewer boyfriends, but she still often went out at night with a few guys, though she usually didn't come back too late.

I found all of this strange and somewhat incomprehensible. Curious, I decided to uncover more of my cousin's secrets. I already knew my cousin had a habit of writing a diary, but it was always locked in her desk drawer. Could what I wanted be there? So, while my cousin was napping, I stole her key and had it copied, so I could easily peek at her diary when she wasn't around.

Less than two days later, I achieved my goal, opening my cousin's drawer. Inside were many diaries from her first year of high school—seven or eight years in total—neatly arranged. I couldn't read them all at once, so I took several chances and finally managed to browse through all of my cousin's diaries, gaining a basic understanding of her growth since adolescence and learning more about her story.

After that, I often secretly read my cousin's diary, and I knew everything about her latest situation.

Back when my cousin was in the north, she was attending middle school in a military camp. Like other girls at the time, she started menstruating at fourteen. In her first year of high school, at just 16, my cousin had her first love. It was a boy two grades above her, Zhang Baosheng, who was also her neighbor. They were childhood sweethearts; they had kissed and touched each other intimately, but nothing more.

More than half a year later, my cousin was preparing to return to Wuhan. Two nights before her departure, Zhang Baosheng broke through her last barrier, deflowering her. She was under 17 at the time.

At the time, both my cousin and Zhang Baosheng were still quite naive. After my cousin came to my house, they continued to correspond, but as time passed, Zhang Baosheng was admitted to a military academy in the west and never wrote back to my cousin again. Their relationship ended.

My cousin was in her second year of high school at the time. Zhang Baosheng's broken promise had plunged her into despair. Soon after, a male classmate named Li Hui entered her life. I had met him before; he had visited my house several times. He was the son of a deputy director of the Wuhan Municipal Finance Bureau, from a very wealthy family. He was very generous and often took my cousin to experience the latest and greatest things. He pursued her relentlessly and quickly won her heart. A few months later, they slept together.

However, Li Hui was a typical playboy. Soon after winning my cousin's heart, he began pursuing a girl in a lower grade, becoming much colder towards her. My cousin was furious and, on some pretext, slapped Li Hui in front of the whole class. Feeling humiliated, Li Hui, the so-called son of a high-ranking official, retaliated fiercely.

He feigned remorse, invited my cousin to his house, got her drunk, and, along with two other male classmates named Sun Wei and Gao Yang, gang-raped her, even taking nude photos of her. Given the circumstances at the time, my cousin couldn't speak out about this shameful incident. She dared not report it to the police or tell anyone.

Afterwards, they used the photos to blackmail her. She was helpless and was repeatedly taken advantage of by these men throughout high school. During this period, one of Li Hui's friends, Lu Jiawei, also slept with her.

Because of these events, my cousin's grades dropped significantly in her senior year of high school. She had originally been a good student, and fortunately, her foundation was solid; she eventually managed to get into a day-study vocational college, which was quite an achievement at the time.

After entering university, my cousin developed a new social circle. Of the men who had bullied her, Sun Wei and Lu Jiawei went to other cities, but Li Hui and Gao Yang maintained relationships with her for a long time afterward.

Because of her relationships with multiple men, my cousin changed drastically, becoming much more casual about relationships than girls her age. In her diary, she wrote that relationships between men and women were just that—there was no such thing as true love, only naked lust!

Because of her good looks, she had no shortage of suitors in university, and she wouldn't refuse anyone she got along with. Fan Qing, Qian Lemin, Zhao Lisheng, Yuan Jianjun, and other classmates all had sexual relations with her. Three years later

, after graduating from junior college, she worked in a hospital laboratory. There, she met Yu Bogang and quickly began an affair. In addition, she also had affairs with Xie Shengwen, the director of the hospital's laboratory department; Shen Tao, the director of the gynecology department; Xu Ping, an internist; and Wang Xun, an ophthalmologist.

My cousin, who had just started working, earned a very low salary of only about a hundred yuan a month. This was far from enough for her young and fashionable self, and she complained a lot. Just then, a female classmate named Tong Weiling returned from Shenzhen, the forefront of China's reform and opening up, which brought about a significant change in my cousin's life. Tong Weiling was my cousin's best friend from high school, and only she knew some of my cousin's secrets.

Tong Weiling hadn't gotten into university after graduating from high school. Back then, students who failed the college entrance exam could still attend vocational schools, but Tong Weiling entered a police academy in Wuhan. Two years later, after graduating, because she had no connections, her spot in the police force was taken by someone else, so she went to Shenzhen alone to look for a job.

Due to the limitations of her profession, it was difficult to find employment as a police officer. To continue living, she began to rely on her body, working as a prostitute in the booming sex industry of the special economic zone. She earned about 1,500 yuan a month, and after a year, she had managed to save some money.

During her trip back to Wuhan, she made a special trip to visit her cousin, bringing her several fashionable clothes and telling her about the exciting things happening in the special economic zone. Seeing her wealthy old classmate and reflecting on her own financial straits, her cousin was filled with envy.

Tong Weiling tried to persuade her cousin, saying, "Making money is easy! You're pretty, you have a college diploma, and you're not a virgin anymore, what are you afraid of?" At first, her cousin hesitated, but soon made up her mind.

This was in late 1989; Wuhan wasn't very open then, and the sex industry was just starting out. Her cousin became one of the city's first professional prostitutes.

Because of her good looks, she was different from the country girls who came to the city. She mainly worked in high-class hotels, catering to Hong Kong and Taiwanese businessmen, local wealthy bosses, and even a few foreigners. In her diary, I saw an American, a Japanese, a Thai, and a Frenchman.

Since her cousin had a regular job, she couldn't give it up. She usually went to prostitutes after work in the evenings, two to three days a week.

My cousin meticulously recorded the time, location, and income of each of her prostitution encounters in her diary. I calculated that from December 1989 to May 1990, when she contracted a sexually transmitted disease, a total of six months, she performed prostitution 62 times, serving 38 clients. She earned nearly 3,000 yuan, much better than working a regular job. I finally understood why my cousin had bought so many clothes recently and given me pocket money a few times!

After contracting the disease, my cousin stopped prostituting herself in hotels, maintaining relationships with only a few classmates and colleagues, including Yu Bogang.

I finally learned almost all of my cousin's secrets: she had relationships with 14 colleagues and classmates, and served 34 clients—Yu Bogang was relatively few! My cousin was truly astounding; I almost fainted.

In early 1991, I suddenly heard that my cousin was going to marry a man surnamed Fu, who became my cousin's husband, working at the same company.

I hadn't heard my cousin mention this person before; she only occasionally mentioned him in her diary. She hadn't known him for very long; he was introduced to her by a friend of my mother's. Because my cousin was beautiful, he quickly took a liking to her. However, my cousin initially didn't want to marry him, mainly because she disliked his short stature. But that man's penis was incredibly impressive; he slept with her on their first date and quickly got her pregnant.

Actually, I learned from my cousin's diary that she had been pregnant three times before, and had abortions all of them. One was when she was a sophomore in college. At that time, she was involved with five men simultaneously: Li Hui, Gao Yang, Fan Qing, Qian Lemin, and Zhao Lisheng. She didn't know who the fathers were. She had the procedure at a small hospital, but the abortion was incomplete, and it took a long time to recover.

The second time was in February 1990, shortly after I secretly watched her have diarrhea. This was during her period of frequent prostitution, and again, she didn't know who the father was. Considering the previous experiences, my cousin decided to see Shen Tao, the head of the gynecology department at the hospital. He was a specialist in his forties. The surgery went very well, but to keep it a secret in the hospital, my cousin later gave herself to Shen Tao.

The third time was in November 1990, and it was Shen Tao's child. Unfortunately, just over a month later, my cousin became pregnant again with my future cousin's husband's child, and she went to Shen Tao. Shen Tao said it was too frequent, and another abortion would be dangerous and could cause infertility, which was obviously not good.

The deed was done, and my cousin's only option was to get married. On March 18, 1991, they hastily held their wedding.

After the wedding, my cousin moved out, and her husband's family prepared a two-bedroom apartment for the newlyweds.

We also moved afterward, but I still cared about my cousin's life and always tried to find out about her. As

my cousin's belly grew larger during her pregnancy, I curiously observed the changes in her body curves. At three months, around the time of their wedding, her slightly protruding lower abdomen was already visible. At six months, her belly was noticeably swollen. Every month thereafter, her belly grew larger and larger. Towards the end of her pregnancy, my cousin's belly was so big it resembled a small mountain, almost pointed at the top, making it difficult for her to walk.

Three things excited me during this time. First, when my cousin, with her round belly, lifted her shirt to tuck it into her skirt, I could clearly see the stretch marks on her stomach.

Second, because the enlarged uterus compressed her bladder and rectum, pregnant women urinate and defecate much more frequently than usual. As per the doctor's instructions, my cousin had to go for prenatal checkups every now and then. One day, my cousin, heavily pregnant and wearing maternity clothes, was taking the bus to the hospital with her husband when she couldn't help but urinate and defecate on the bus, soiling herself and the seats, attracting the attention of other passengers—it was quite an unsightly mess. Later, my cousin developed hemorrhoids.

Another time, when she was in postpartum confinement, I saw her breastfeeding her baby. My cousin had a plentiful milk supply. During her breastfeeding period, her breasts almost doubled in size, her nipples became very long, like a finger, about two centimeters long, and her areolas were also about a size larger than before, much darker in color, almost black. The white milk was thick and looked very viscous. After feeding, my cousin would wipe her nipples clean with paper. After that, I saw my cousin breastfeeding many times, but after about seven or eight months, when she was about to wean, her milk became very thin.

Ten months into her pregnancy, as her due date approached, unfortunately, a small fire broke out in an apartment next to hers. It wasn't serious, but the sirens of the fire trucks startled her, and she went into labor. Streams of bright red, bloody mucus flowed from her vagina, accompanied by intense contractions. My cousin's husband rushed her to the city's central hospital.

The next day, September 17, 1991, my cousin gave birth to a boy via cesarean section, exactly one week before her due date. To ensure complete contraception, she also had her fallopian tubes tied. My cousin was just 24 years old at the time. After giving birth

, her figure recovered well; although not as good as before, she was more voluptuous, displaying the charm of a mature woman. Her son was weaned at eight months, and her husband went to Singapore to work, leaving her alone. After finishing her breastfeeding period and her maternity leave, she returned to work at the hospital, leaving her child with her in-laws.

Her commute wasn't convenient, and my old house, located in the city center and also vacant, was lent to my cousin; she sometimes stayed there.

I had the key to the old house, and whenever I had time, I would run in to take a look, mainly hoping to discover some of my cousin's new secrets. Luckily, her diary was still in the same drawer, and her underwear was still easily accessible.

In the spring of 1993, my cousin's scandalous affair finally spread throughout the hospital. Everyone talked about her all day long, and even gave her a nickname: "The Urinal"—the place where men urinate.

I also heard that a picture of a woman with gonorrhea posted on the STD prevention bulletin board in the hospital's dermatology department was of my cousin. At the time, I thought it was impossible, but then I thought, maybe, my cousin's STD medical record was from this hospital. I really don't know what my cousin was thinking back then. Maybe she felt that outside STD clinics were unreliable, and that it would be easier to keep it a secret by finding someone she knew in her own hospital. But good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast! Thinking about this, I went to the bulletin board myself to take a look.

The photo of the woman with gonorrhea was a close-up of her genitals. Her labia majora and minora were severely swollen and red, and the vaginal opening was widened by two gloved fingers. The vaginal mucosa was congested and red, and a large amount of yellowish-white discharge was flowing from it. Just looking at the photo, it was impossible to tell which woman it was.

However, the caption below the photo, except for the patient's name being replaced with "xx," was almost identical to my cousin's medical record. The description in the medical record matched the photo perfectly—it must really be my cousin's! My cousin's STD photo had been semi-publicly revealed!

Ultimately, what dealt my cousin the most severe blow at the hospital was a conspiracy. At the time, Shen Tao and Xiao Zhihua, the director of the hospital's medical affairs department, were competing for the position of vice president of the hospital. Shen Tao had a slight advantage in every aspect. To turn the tide, Xiao Zhihua came up with a wicked idea. He knew that my cousin and Shen Tao were having an affair and discovered that they would both be working the night shift a few days later. So he bribed the head of security.

That night, hospital security guards were stationed outside my cousin's duty room, waiting for Shen Tao to arrive or for her to leave. Around 10 PM, my cousin went to the gynecology department, where they spent almost the entire night on the examination bed!

When she emerged from the gynecology department early the next morning, the guards swarmed her, surrounding her disheveled appearance, not even wearing underwear. "Only Director Shen is on duty here tonight! What are you doing here?!" they demanded. My cousin was speechless.

Several others rushed into Shen Tao's duty room, dragging him off the bed. Beside his pillow lay a pair of women's underwear soaked in semen—my cousin's.

Shen Tao initially tried to deny it, but my cousin had been forced to undergo a gynecological examination by Xiao Zhihua. Her vagina was loose, clearly indicating recent sexual intercourse. A large number of sperm were found in her vagina, and not just from one person; some of them matched Shen Tao's semen analysis.

With irrefutable evidence, Shen Tao's career was over after this scandalous affair. He was transferred from the municipal hospital to a smaller district hospital, while Xiao Zhihua became the vice president as he had hoped.

The worst off was my cousin; she was a victim of the power struggle. All her secrets were exposed at the hospital, making her a notorious slut in the eyes of all the staff… Unable to stay any longer, she took unpaid leave from the hospital under pressure.

After resigning, she became a pharmaceutical representative at a pharmaceutical company, achieving excellent sales results—though everyone knew the methods she used.

Soon after, rumors of an affair between her and the manager surfaced. Apparently, one night, the manager and my cousin were caught having sex on the office sofa by a colleague who had forgotten something in his drawer. Already jealous of my cousin, her colleagues seized the opportunity to make the affair a public spectacle. As a result, my cousin had to resign again and return home.

She then opened a small clothing factory, but it didn't last long before closing down due to business difficulties.

Later, in 1995, she no longer had a formal job, and her son had started kindergarten. My cousin left him with her in-laws and moved into my old family home. By then, I was studying at university in Wuhan.

Unable to bear the loneliness, my cousin resumed contact with some of her ex-boyfriends, sometimes going to dance halls at night. I visited her home, my old family home, several times and always found her alone with different men.

Once, I went to the old house to see my cousin. I knocked on the door for a long time and called out several times, but there was no response. I assumed she wasn't home, but there seemed to be noise inside. I tried to unlock the door, but it was locked from the inside. Just then, my cousin opened the door.

It was early summer. My cousin, standing at the door, had disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and was breathing heavily, like a girl who had just run 800 meters. She wore a semi-transparent nightgown, without a bra, her erect nipples standing out prominently. Her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and I could vaguely see the surgical scar from her C-section on her lower abdomen. Her pink polka-dot panties were also clearly visible—she looked incredibly sexy!

My cousin said, "You didn't even tell me you were coming!"

When I entered the house, I saw that the door to my cousin's bedroom was ajar, but I quickly noticed the mess on the bed. A shirtless man wearing only underwear was hiding under the bed, and a videotape next to the television was titled "Eighteen Moves of a Slut." I completely understood—my cousin was having sex with that man, and I had ruined their fun! My cousin and I were both very embarrassed, and I hurriedly left without doing what I was supposed to do.

Curious, I wanted to find out who the man was, so I resorted to my old trick and looked for the answer in my cousin's diary.

It turned out that a few months ago, my cousin met Chen Wenjie, the owner of a restaurant, at a dance hall, and they quickly had a one-night stand. After a few encounters, Chen Wenjie said he had debts he couldn't repay and offered to introduce my cousin to his three creditors. When my cousin refused, Chen Wenjie grabbed a fitness ball and shoved it into her genitals, causing her excruciating pain, forcing her to agree.

The shirtless man was one of the creditors, named Boss Wu, who owned an entertainment center. But this entertainment center was actually an underground brothel.

The other people I saw were probably Chen Wenjie and the other two creditors: Boss Ma, who owned a printing factory, and Boss Jiang, who owned a photo studio.

After having sex with my cousin a few times, Boss Wu took a liking to her and forced her to work as a prostitute at his place. My cousin couldn't refuse and had no choice but to return to her old ways. However, things were very different from five years ago. Wuhan's sex industry had developed rapidly. My cousin was now a 28-year-old married woman who had given birth, and the places she worked for had changed from high-end hotels to entertainment venues.

The level of these venues had also changed, and the fees were generally 80 to 100 yuan per session. Her diary showed that she was now prostituting herself much more frequently than before; she had clients almost every day, sometimes even several times a day, even during her menstrual period. Her clients were no longer limited to high-class people; now they included ordinary workers and small-time salespeople. Mr. Wu and his cronies would take advantage of her whenever they felt like it, satisfying their lust for her. During that period, my cousin had no other work; she relied entirely on prostitution.

My cousin was truly a born slut; her mature, cuckolded image attracted a large number of clients, quickly making her the most frequently seen prostitute in the entertainment venues. Sometimes, her clients even had to wait in line—in Wuhan dialect, they had to wait to turn over a table. Back then, anyone who frequented prostitutes in Wuhan would know the name "Miss Zuo" from that entertainment center.

Even my roommate, Qiu Junbo, had patronized her in December 1996.

Afterwards, during our late-night chats after lights out, he vividly described his experience, describing it with great enthusiasm! While I felt a pang of unease, I was also secretly infatuated. I just didn't dare reveal that the prostitute, Miss Zuo, was my cousin. Although

she had always been the object of my fantasies, and I had imagined having sex with her countless times, I never had the courage to try. After all, we were closely related by blood; crossing that line would be incest. But

my classmate's story deeply affected me—even someone close to me had patronized my cousin. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore.

I didn't dare actually go, but even just seeing an ophthalmologist would be good, and besides, I hadn't seen my cousin's body in a long time. So, I went to the entertainment center in January 1997.

The person in charge of the girls at the entertainment center was Mr. Wu's wife, the so-called "madam," a woman nearing forty, whom everyone called Sister Zhang.

When I found Sister Zhang and mentioned Miss Zuo, she readily agreed, thinking I was also going to have sex directly. She even said, "Young man, you have a good eye! You have to wait in line, but I'll arrange it for you right away, just a little later!" But when she heard that I wasn't planning to have sex myself, but rather to watch others, she hesitated, probably finding it strange and a little uneasy.

I told Sister Zhang that I was prepared to pay three times the price, that is, three hundred yuan per visit. After some haggling, perhaps seeing that I looked like a student and didn't seem like I would bother her, she finally agreed, the very next night. We only agreed to keep it a secret and not take any photos.

The entertainment center had made a very hidden little hole in the wall of the private room where my cousin was prostituting herself, at a perfect angle, directly facing the bed. This way, everyone next door could clearly see everything inside the private room.

The next evening, I arrived at the entertainment center as promised, excitedly waiting for my cousin to appear next door. The heating in my cousin's room was on full blast, so it wasn't cold at all. Besides a bed, there was nothing else in the room; it seemed to be just a simple brothel, where nothing else could be done but sex.

A little while later, my cousin and a middle-aged man entered the room. They barely said a word before getting straight to the point.

My cousin, with her back to the middle-aged man, began to undress, quickly stripping herself naked. I noticed that although my cousin had extensive sexual experience, her figure was still quite good, not much different from before, except that her full breasts and buttocks were slightly sagging. The most obvious change among her dark pubic hair was that her labia were somewhat swollen and everted, no longer naturally closed as before, and the color was much darker, almost black.

My cousin slowly knelt down in front of the middle-aged man, looked at his face, then lowered her head and pulled off his trousers.

My cousin touched the man's penis through his underwear with both hands, and it slowly grew thicker with her touch. She then pulled down the middle-aged man's underwear, revealing his large penis! She

cupped his penis in her hands and skillfully licked it from back to front with her tongue, repeating this several times. Then, she simply put the entire shaft into her mouth, making stimulating sucking sounds.

During this time, she also occasionally licked his anus with her tongue, even repeatedly sticking her tongue into his anus. The middle-aged man reached a climax, involuntarily closing his eyes to enjoy the intense sexual pleasure.

A few minutes later, he began to moan softly, and my cousin sucked even more vigorously. Suddenly, the middle-aged man roared and shoved my cousin onto the bed. She immediately spread her legs wide, and the middle-aged man used his left hand to forcefully part her labia, fully exposing her vaginal opening.

The middle-aged man thrust his hips forward, plunging his entire penis in. He pumped in and out relentlessly, his cousin's body trembling with each stroke. Their movements were perfectly synchronized. After a frenzied, intense session, his cousin trembled even more violently. The middle-aged man, perhaps sensing their impending climax, increased his speed and force.

His cousin was sweating profusely, panting heavily, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. With each powerful thrust, they collapsed onto the bed.

The man's penis withdrew from his cousin's vagina, which remained a round opening, slowly shrinking with rhythmic contractions until it closed, releasing a gush of semen. The sheets were soaked with the copious flow of her vaginal fluids.

This voyeuristic experience had me incredibly aroused. I contacted Sister Zhang, asking her to let me know if she had any interesting stories to share, promising to pay triple the usual fee. This time, she readily agreed.

I spent a lot of money to spy on my cousin's prostitution; it was all my saved-up pocket money! Looking back, it really wasn't easy!

Soon after, it was Chinese New Year. On February 12th, the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I received a call from my sister Zhang, saying there was something interesting to see. I rushed over.

What I found was truly shocking. It turned out a foreign black man was going to have sex with my cousin, and she was menstruating that day. When I arrived, they had already started.

A naked man and woman, one black and one white, were writhing together on the bed. The black man's hand reached onto my cousin's vulva, roughly kneading her labia. He forcefully pulled apart her thick labia, twisting them, and then gently pinched and kneaded her erect clitoris. My cousin's body immediately began to tremble violently, twisting from side to side on the bed, emitting loud moans.

My cousin's cries only fueled the black man's excitement. He thrust three fingers into her vagina, stirring them wildly inside. With each gentle movement, sticky vaginal fluid and menstrual blood coated his palm. My cousin's body trembled uncontrollably. Impulsively, he pushed his entire hand inside, slowly burying it in her vulva, reaching her cervix. My cousin's muscles tensed, and copious amounts of menstrual blood and vaginal fluid flowed down his hand, staining the sheets beneath her.

The black man quickly pulled down his pants and tossed them to the floor. When he removed his underwear, his astonishingly large black penis was revealed, over twenty centimeters long and almost as thick as a child's wrist.

Next, the Black man inserted his fingers into his cousin's anus, causing her to scream. He forcefully dug into her anus, and her screams quickly turned into moans. He continued digging and probing vigorously, and when he withdrew his fingers, they were covered in her yellowish-brown feces.

Then, he grabbed her legs, positioned his penis at her vulva, and thrust forcefully, his enormous penis penetrating deep into her vagina.

Once fully inside, he began a frenzied thrusting motion. His cousin's body reacted more intensely, large beads of sweat rolling down her face.

She convulsed, her vagina contracting rhythmically. With a gush of vaginal fluid, his thrusts produced a series of "plop! plop!" sounds. After

more than ten minutes of frenzied thrusting, he finally pinned her down and ejaculated his thick semen into her still-bleeding vagina.

The black man's strength was astonishing. After he finished, he threw a hundred-dollar bill on the bed and turned to leave.

My cousin lay alone on the bed, panting heavily. Her swollen, open vulva was still contracting from the recent orgasm, and her pubic hair was a mess of vaginal fluid and semen. She was completely exhausted.

About a month later, I received a call from Sister Zhang, saying that something even more exciting was waiting for me. My cousin was about to put on a show for four men.

The employees of Zhenghe Trading Company were regulars at the entertainment center, and almost all of the company's 16 employees had slept with my cousin.

That day, an important client came to the company, and General Manager Zhu planned to use my cousin to entertain the client.

Inside the private room, General Manager Zhu, Deputy General Manager Xu, the client Boss Qiu, the driver Xiao Jin, and my cousin—a total of four men and one woman—were all naked. A group sex session was about to begin. General

Manager Zhu first ordered Xiao Jin to go first, in order to arouse everyone's lust. Xiao Jin looked to be only about twenty years old. This young boy was no match for his older cousin; the powerful contractions of her vagina were too much for him. Within minutes, he ejaculated under her straining grip.

This lewd scene aroused Boss Qiu, a seasoned pro, who knew his cousin wouldn't be so easy to handle. After penetrating her vagina, Boss Qiu surprisingly held back, letting his penis remain inside her. At the same time, he pressed her down tightly, playing with her nipples, kissing her neck, rubbing her clitoris, and pinching her buttocks.

At this point, my cousin had already started writhing her body, but Boss Qiu ignored her. Only after my cousin was flushed and wet with desire did Boss Qiu begin thrusting, gradually increasing the speed, each time penetrating fully. Soon, my cousin reached orgasm, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing from her vagina, staining the sheets, their thighs, and Boss Qiu's abdomen and testicles.

Next, Boss Zhu entered the scene. He first lifted one of my cousin's legs with one hand, then scooped up the other leg with his other hand, lifting her up in one swift motion. My cousin clung tightly to Boss Zhu's neck, her entire body hanging on his stomach. Boss Zhu tossed my cousin up and down on top of him, his penis thrusting repeatedly inside her. Finally, after hundreds of thrusts, he threw my cousin heavily onto the bed. My cousin gasped for breath, Boss Zhu's semen flowing from her vagina.

After being taken by three different men, my cousin couldn't take it anymore. She said she didn't want to continue, but the yet-to-be-part Vice President Xu panicked. He begged her to let him have his way, while President Zhu threatened her not to spoil the fun. My cousin had no choice but to become a sex object again. She gritted her teeth, spread her legs, and let Vice President Xu have his way with her.

My cousin's notebook was filled with detailed records of her prostitution. When I last peeked at her diary in April 1997, I roughly calculated that in one year and ten months, she had over 1,100 clients. Although there were many repeat customers, it was difficult to count them all. According to my cousin's own estimate in her diary, she had slept with at least 480 men.

During this time, my cousin's body suffered greatly. Her vaginal discharge increased, her menstruation became irregular, her periods became longer and heavier, and she experienced prolonged bleeding. If she encountered a decent client, it was manageable, but if she encountered a sexually deviant man, she would suffer. The crotch area of each of her underwear was stained yellow and beyond washing. Unwashed panties were always smeared with vaginal discharge, vaginal fluid, and semen, smelling foul.

My cousin wrote in her diary that once, after being given an enema by a client, she was forcibly dragged to the riverbank, tied to a tree, and anally raped. Another time, a friend of Mr. Wu injured her vagina with a wooden stick and then inserted a half-smoked cigarette butt, torturing her to the point of near shock.

Most shockingly, on May 3rd, 1997—I remember it clearly, it was the May Day holiday—I suddenly heard that my cousin had been arrested in a police raid the day before while working as a prostitute at an entertainment center. Eleven people, including my cousin, were arrested, and she was caught red-handed in bed with a man in his fifties, with a vibrating egg inserted in her vagina. My cousin was imprisoned in a women's re-education camp. The police

notified our family to pay a 3,000 yuan fine to release her. After such a shameful incident, none of my family members wanted to go. They had no choice but to send me to the women's reformatory with money.

After paying, the reformatory required all the prostitutes to undergo gynecological examinations. Those with sexually transmitted diseases were forced to receive treatment before they could leave.

I waited for my cousin to have her examination. Perhaps because they were all prostitutes, the doctors there were very careless; the door was only half-open, and I could clearly see everything inside from the outside.

My cousin lay on the gynecological examination table with her legs spread, her entire vulva exposed. A doctor, under a spotlight, used cotton swabs and instruments to manipulate her labia. I could clearly see a white discharge hanging from her vulva. Her right labia were swollen and bulged; the doctor punctured it with a needle, releasing a pus-filled lump. Then, the doctor inserted a vaginal speculum into my cousin's vagina to examine her cervix.

Afterward, the doctor inserted his fingers into my cousin's vagina and anus respectively, while using his other hand to press hard on her lower abdomen to further examine the pelvic organs. Finally, an ultrasound was performed.

When I picked her up, the supervising officers and doctors solemnly told me the examination results: my cousin suffered from multiple gynecological and sexually transmitted diseases. She had severe vaginitis, genital warts, vulvar abscess, and breast hyperplasia, and had also contracted gonorrhea again; one of the warts had even grown onto her external hemorrhoids around her anus. Due to prolonged anal sex, she not only had anal laxity but also gonococcal proctitis.

After returning home, her family severely criticized her. She cried and begged us not to tell her husband and in-laws, promising never to do it again! We, of course, didn't let anyone know, as family scandals shouldn't be aired in public.

Following the requirements of the women's education center, my cousin underwent several months of systematic treatment and recuperation, and her condition improved significantly. In October of that year, at the age of 30, my cousin finally reunited with her husband in Singapore with her son. She has since settled there.

After my cousin went to Singapore, our contact decreased significantly. We only occasionally spoke on the phone, looked at the photos she sent back, and knew very little about her. I only knew that she found a job at a hotel six months later and soon became a manager. But I suspected that my cousin's life in Singapore couldn't be that simple; there must be new stories to tell.

In early 2000, while shopping in Wuhan, I unexpectedly ran into Li Hui, my cousin's former high school classmate—the same Li Hui who had bullied her. He had maintained a relationship with my cousin while in Wuhan, and after graduating from university a few years later, he also went to Singapore and worked for a large Chinese-funded company, becoming a deputy general manager several years earlier than my cousin. This time, I unexpectedly ran into him in Wuhan; he was back in China visiting relatives.

I always felt that my cousin's downfall was largely due to Li Hui. Initially, I wanted to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson, but he wasn't afraid at all. He said, "Your cousin was born to be a prostitute. Back then, she wasn't even 17 when I slept with her; she wasn't a virgin anymore. It's pointless to sleep with someone like her." In Singapore, she even contacted me!

Hearing this, I perked up. It turned out my cousin and Li Hui were still in contact in Singapore. Through him, I could definitely find out a lot about my cousin's life there. I quickly changed my attitude towards Li Hui and talked to him about my cousin's life in recent years.

After my cousin went to Singapore, her original diploma wasn't recognized, so finding a job was naturally difficult. Her husband was at work, her son was in elementary school, and she had no relatives or friends there. My cousin was bored at home, and after six months, she thought of Li Hui.

Li Hui, of course, wouldn't let such a gift slip by. After a few nights of passion, my cousin asked Li Hui to help her find a job. Li Hui introduced my cousin to a friend of his in Singapore, Liu Xiong Kui. Liu Xiong Kui was from Guangdong, very wealthy, and owned a hotel in Singapore, which was actually an underground brothel, specifically organizing and harboring mainland women for prostitution in Singapore.

My cousin had no idea about this. A few days later, when she went to Liu Xiong Kui's place for an interview, she was raped by him. Afterwards, Liu Xiong Kui thought my cousin was indeed quite good, and that she had passed the interview. He wanted her to work for him.

Finding a job wasn't easy, so my cousin agreed, much to the delight of her unsuspecting husband.

Liu Xiong-kui put her as a supervisor at his hotel, mainly managing six mainland prostitutes. She didn't usually handle clients herself, but of course, she had to fulfill their requests.

My cousin excelled in the job and gained Liu Xiong-kui's trust. In less than two years, she became Liu Xiong-kui's service manager, overseeing more than 80 mainland prostitutes in the hotel.

I was very interested in how much she handled clients herself. Li Hui told me that she didn't do it much anymore, usually only once or twice a week. That's about a hundred times in two years, with about forty clients.

In May 2000, my cousin returned to Wuhan, supposedly due to lower abdominal pain, excessive vaginal discharge, and irregular menstruation. An examination revealed an ovarian cyst caused by chronic pelvic inflammatory disease, possibly a lingering condition. Because treatment in Singapore was expensive, she returned to China for treatment and underwent laparoscopic surgery. Because Singapore doesn't practice family planning, my cousin also had her fallopian tubes recanalized during this trip.

She became pregnant again in July of that year, and in April 2001, at nearly 34 years old, she gave birth to a daughter. The age difference between her son and daughter is exactly 10 years. However, I think only heaven knows if this little girl is her husband's child.

My cousin, whose fallopian tubes were reconnected, had a high fertility rate. From 2002 to February of this year, I heard news of her pregnancy four times, but she didn't keep the babies each time and had abortions. Including her previous three abortions and two pregnancies, she had a total of nine pregnancies. Last month, at her family's suggestion, she had an IUD inserted.

Since becoming pregnant with her daughter, she hadn't had much time to help Liu Xiong-kui manage the hotel, so she lost her position as service manager. However, Liu Xiong-kui didn't completely loosen his control over her, occasionally forcing her to work as a prostitute. Even when she was heavily pregnant, she wasn't spared; once, she almost miscarried due to several clients.

Afterwards, she began studying early childhood education in Singapore. Finally, at the end of last year, she obtained her diploma, left the hotel, and got a formal job as a preschool teacher at a government-run kindergarten.

My cousin is now over 37 years old and a mother of two, yet she has had sexual relations with over 600 men, including clients, colleagues, and classmates. To put that into perspective, a sleeper train carriage only holds 66 people—that's almost ten carriages' worth of men!

Every time I think about my cousin's romantic escapades, I feel a strange excitement. This June, my cousin might return to China to visit relatives, and I look forward to seeing her again.

The story begins about ten years ago, when I was still living in my old family home. It wasn't like the apartment buildings we live in now; it was an old building. My family lived on the fourth floor, shared with two families. The front of the floor consisted of the main rooms for both families, each with two rooms. Outside, there was a common hallway connected to a staircase, followed by a corridor. Along the corridor were a sink, one of my family's back rooms, and the shared kitchen and toilet for both families. My

cousin's name is Zuo Wei, born on September 11, 1967. She's nine years older than me, and I call her Sister Weiwei. When I was little, my older cousin lived with my father, who was in the army, in an air force camp near Tianjin in the north. Around the time I was in third grade, she was sent back to Wuhan and came to live with us. We let her live in the back room; she was in her second year of high school then. Later, her college entrance exam results were average, and she went to

a junior college to study medicine, commuting to work, so she still lived in the back room of our house. Several years passed in the blink of an eye. After graduating, she got a job in the laboratory department of a municipal hospital. It was around 1989; my cousin was 22, and I was in my second year of junior high

school. At that time, I was in my adolescence and developed a strong interest in the opposite sex. I was rather introverted and didn't have much contact with female classmates. While my cousin wasn't exactly a stunning beauty, she was definitely considered beautiful by ordinary standards, and she was the young woman closest to me. So, she naturally became my first crush. From morning till night, I closely observed her every move, which gradually escalated to spying on her.

At first, my spying didn't reveal much. Once, I peeked at her changing clothes and saw my cousin wearing only a bikini. Now it doesn't seem like much, but back then, the visual impact of a nearly naked woman's body was quite significant for a teenage boy. My cousin was petite, with a dignified appearance, spoke fluent Mandarin, and seemed very quiet, but she was actually cheerful and lively. She didn't wear much makeup, making her look very natural, but she had many clothes, especially her summer dresses, which were mostly revealing and showed off her beautiful figure. My cousin, who had just started working, had many friends, mostly men, primarily her high school and university classmates and hospital colleagues. She was always very kind to me, often taking me to her school and the hospital, so many of her classmates and colleagues knew me.

I noticed that since starting university, my cousin often went out with men who came to visit her, sometimes staying out very late. There were about ten men in total, and some of them seemed quite intimate with her. In particular, there was a guy named Yu Bogang, who seemed to be a driver at the hospital. He was tall and handsome, and my cousin went out with him the most. Several times, my cousin didn't come home all night, and I remember my mother had a serious talk with her about it.

At that time, I didn't understand much about sex and found the female body very mysterious. Because I often saw my cousin's underwear drying in the sun, I became very interested in it. So I often looked through the washing machine, her wardrobe, and her handbag, and almost every time I found something interesting.

My cousin had five or six bras, more than ten pairs of panties of various styles, and even a sexy thong. In the late 1980s, this was very trendy and avant-garde. The bra size was 85C, but of course, I didn't know what that meant at the time.

My cousin had three menstrual belts. Back then, sanitary napkins were still relatively new, and she always used menstrual belts. A menstrual belt was basically a strip of cloth with straps at both ends. When a woman menstruated, she would put toilet paper on the cloth, then wrap it around her crotch and tie it around her waist. It could be washed and reused. Sanitary napkins were, of course, much more advanced and hygienic. After secretly watching her for a few months, I discovered that my cousin had started using sanitary napkins, which were still completely unfamiliar to me at the time.

Our washing machine was my playground back then. Because my cousin always threw her unwashed clothes in there, I would go through it every day, and I would often wrap my dirty panties and menstrual belts around my penis and masturbate. My first ejaculation was while wearing my cousin's dirty thong and playing with her bra. Of course, because I was afraid my cousin would find out, I took my penis out before ejaculating and didn't ejaculate on it.

What I remember vividly to this day is that her unwashed panties were always covered in vaginal discharge, especially after she'd been out late with her boyfriend. Sometimes there were even more discharge, and on them were patches of slightly hardened, yellowish-white residue around the edges, then a light grayish-white center. At the time, I didn't know what it was, but later I learned it was semen! But by then, I already knew my cousin wasn't a virgin, because I often found condoms in her handbag.

Sometimes her discharge was white with foam, quite thin and with a mild odor, while other times it was yellowish-white, thick like gel, with a strong fishy smell and a salty taste. This puzzled me for a long time—how could her discharge change like that? Later, I learned it reflected her menstrual cycle.

On certain days each month, her panties would also have obvious menstrual blood and adhesive residue from sanitary napkins. Sometimes she would even carelessly toss used sanitary napkins soaked with menstrual blood onto her desk. All of this could be considered my sexual awakening.

I knew my cousin was constipated before; I'd even found glycerin suppositories in her handbag, and occasionally there was feces on her underwear—it's really disgusting to think about now. Since the toilet was outside, it was very inconvenient to relieve herself at night, so my cousin had to use a spittoon every night. I often saw her carrying a full spittoon of yellow urine into the sink in the morning. Once, I even saw a large, unflushed piece of feces in the sink.

During that time, I did four other bad things. First, I took my cousin's underwear off the clothesline, wiped the crotch area in the toilet septic tank, and then hung it back up. My cousin, unaware of this, must have worn it later.

Second, I took one of my cousin's underwear, smeared glycerin suppositories on it, but fearing she'd find out, I threw it behind a water vat in the main room—a neglected, unsanitary corner that was never cleaned.

A few days later, worried that my cousin would notice a missing pair of underwear and become suspicious, I picked it up and put it in one of her unused handbags. But not long after, I saw the panties hanging on the clothesline; my cousin must have found them, washed them, and put them back on. I thought she might suspect me, but she didn't say anything. Thankfully, getting her underwear dirty these two times didn't make her sick.

The third incident was one morning when I saw my cousin going downstairs to work. I stood by the stair railing and urinated down, getting some on her. She looked up, but didn't understand what was happening, so she called out. I replied that I was splashing water! My cousin believed me and went to the hospital wearing clothes stained with my urine.

The fourth incident was when I was making coffee for my cousin, I secretly squeezed a few drops of urine into the cup and made her drink it.

About half a year passed, and then something unexpected happened. It was an early winter evening. I was in the inner room, having gone to bed early, but I couldn't fall asleep. My cousin, unaware of this, or perhaps thinking I was just a child, didn't pay attention. She actually brought a basin of hot water into my room to wash her bottom. As everyone knows, women need to wash their genitals every day if they don't bathe.

That was the first time I had ever seen a woman's most mysterious place. I squinted at my cousin's genitals, while she remained completely oblivious. The moment she pulled down her underwear, I was extremely excited. She had a lot of long, thick pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle that stretched from her lower abdomen to her anus. Her white buttocks were round and plump.

After sitting in the basin for a few minutes, my cousin squatted down and actually used her hands to separate her genitals, gently washing them with a towel. I could clearly see her soft, swollen labia majora covering her tightly closed labia minora. The edges of the labia minora were darker, while the center was orange-pink. After wiping her front, my cousin spread her buttocks, revealing her dark, chrysanthemum-shaped anus, and slowly cleaned it. At this moment, I was extremely excited and finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated under the covers.

After that, I became even more obsessed with my cousin's body and even more obsessed with spying on her. A few days later, I had a good opportunity. I saw her take a roll of toilet paper and go to the toilet. I guessed she was going to defecate, so I followed her.

Our toilet was shared by two families. There used to be a lock, but it broke and was removed. Instead, a bolt was installed inside the toilet to lock the door, leaving a small keyhole. Since we were usually family and had a good relationship with the neighbors, no one paid much attention to this small hole. This was exactly what I used. Of course, I was prepared. I used two mirrors to reflect the light into the small hole so I could see everything inside.

My cousin was squatting on the cesspool, her entire vulva exposed before my eyes. As I mentioned before, my cousin was constipated, and she squatted there for a long time. I was getting a little impatient.

Just then, her labia minora suddenly parted, her vulva tightened, and a stream of fluid gushed out, gradually decreasing in volume. I heard a soft moan, followed by a deep, powerful, and resounding fart—the kind of thunderous sound that's been stored up for a long time. A black substance slowly dangled between her buttocks, then another, and five more. After that, her buttocks tightened, and more fluid spurted from her vulva. The whole process lasted two to three minutes, followed by a foul stench wafting out from under the door.

Having had this strange experience and discovered such a good method, my spying on my cousin became unstoppable. As long as two essential conditions were met, I wouldn't miss any opportunity. First, there had to be no one else on the entire floor besides my cousin and me. This way, I could spy on her without worrying about being discovered.

Second, my cousin couldn't go into the bathroom too late. If it was dark, with only the dim light from inside the bathroom, it wouldn't be possible to see her clearly from the outside using a mirror.

Not long after, it was a weekend afternoon, I think. No one was home next door; my parents had gone shopping. I was home alone taking a nap. I had just woken up when my cousin came back from outside, saying she had a stomachache, probably from eating something bad at lunch. She grabbed some toilet paper and rushed to the toilet. I knew something interesting was about to happen. As soon as she went in, I followed her with a mirror.

Through the keyhole, I saw my cousin's urine shoot out like a white jet from between her legs, quite powerfully, making the toilet bowl hiss. As the jet weakened, she suddenly wiggled her bottom, followed by a loud "plop!" Good heavens, my cousin! A foul odor wafted out, mixed with a series of loud farts, and thick, yellowish-brown liquid gushed from her open anus for about half a minute. My cousin, who was often constipated, had diarrhea this time!

My cousin had a terrible bowel movement; her anus was covered in feces, with some splattered onto her fair buttocks. She let out a long sigh, as if a great burden had been lifted. The loose stool that had fallen into the toilet was piled up like a mountain, stinking horribly—a truly pitiful sight. Then, my cousin raised her buttocks high, took out toilet paper, and wiped several sheets before finally cleaning her anus.

In the old house, bathing wasn't as convenient as it is now. There were no water heaters or showers; you had to boil water yourself, pour it into a bucket, and carry it to the toilet to wash. I had never seen my cousin completely naked before, so I always fantasized about peeping at her while she bathed. But my cousin usually bathed at night. It wasn't until late March of 1990, when it got dark later and the weather warmed up, that everyone started bathing daily. The opportunity finally arrived.

This was the first time I had ever seen my cousin completely naked. Because it was my first time seeing her, I paid special attention to her full breasts. Her spherical breasts were firm and swollen, with long, large nipples standing erect, wrinkled and covered with erect, fleshy brown areolas. Her waist was slender, her round, plump buttocks protruding, and her whole body was upright and fair.

Seeing my cousin so openly displayed before me, especially as she kept pouring water from the bucket over herself, I immediately became aroused.

My cousin smeared soap all over her body; I could even smell the fragrance. She used a towel to massage her breasts in circular motions, then washed her stomach, rubbed her back, and spread her legs to wash her genitals. Finally, she rinsed off the soap with clean water. After drying herself, my cousin put on a bra and panties, and then a nightgown over them. At that point, I felt there was nothing more to see, so I went back to the front room. That night, my mind was filled with images of my cousin bathing naked.

After witnessing my cousin wash her bottom, urinate, defecate, and shower, I was no longer unfamiliar with her body. But not long after, I witnessed something even more astonishing. It

was April in the blink of an eye, and Wuhan was already quite warm, even a bit hot. After noon, you could wear a light shirt. That afternoon, I got out of school much earlier than usual. No one was home; everyone had gone to work.

I went to the toilet, and as I passed my cousin's back room, I saw the door was locked and the curtains were drawn. Suddenly, I heard faint moans coming from inside.

What was going on? My cousin shouldn't be home from work yet. Luckily, the curtains weren't fully drawn, and a corner was visible. I curiously peeked inside. Good heavens! My cousin and that driver named Yu Bogang! They were naked, entwined on the bed, with several pairs of men's and women's underwear scattered on the floor. This was the first time I had ever seen a man and woman having sex; I was stunned!

A naked man and woman were clearly displayed before me, locked in a passionate encounter. They were completely unaware of the pair of peeping eyes watching them through the window. I saw Yu Bogang repeatedly pinching my cousin's nipples with two fingers. Her nipples were noticeably enlarged. Then Yu Bogang lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, biting and releasing it with his teeth, while licking the nipple and surrounding area with his tongue. This caused my cousin's chest to heave, her upper body to twist, and her to moan with pleasure.

A few minutes later, my cousin was clearly even more excited. She got up, knelt on the bed, and took Yu Bogang's large penis into her mouth, sucking and blowing on it. Thinking back, in 1990, my cousin was actually performing oral sex—she was quite open-minded!

Yu Bogang's hands caressed my cousin's smooth buttocks; he must have been reveling in the dual pleasure of physical touch and oral stimulation. My cousin patiently licked and sucked, then licked the glans with her tongue. Yu Bogang's hands weren't idle; he continued to touch her buttocks, and it seemed his middle finger was even inserted into her anus, probing it.

Yu Bogang probably needed stronger stimulation next. He made my cousin stop sucking and spread her legs wide. From my angle, I could see her entire vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, and because her legs were open, the slit was also open, revealing pink flesh and what appeared to be some glistening liquid at the vaginal opening.

Yu Bogang was aroused. He grabbed my cousin's ankles, pulled her hips wide, and lowered his head to kiss her labia. Due to the angle, I couldn't see the details, but I could see Yu Bogang's large, black head moving back and forth, probably licking and scraping the vulva with his tongue. My cousin's legs kept rising and falling, she was probably quite stimulated.

At this point, my cousin was probably at her peak of arousal. She pushed Yu Bogang away. He stood up and knelt in front of her, her legs wide open. I could vaguely see that her genitals were damp. Yu Bogang guided his hard penis to her vaginal opening. My cousin reached out to receive it, pulling the glans towards her vaginal opening. Yu Bogang gently pressed down, his penis slowly entering her narrow vagina.

Yu Bogang's abdomen finally pressed against my cousin's smooth lower abdomen. My cousin naturally pressed her thighs towards him. Yu Bogang thrust straight down, penetrating her deeply. My cousin's two snow-white thighs wrapped around Yu Bogang's waist. Every time Yu Bogang struggled, it caused my cousin to move as well. The two of them moved simultaneously, like a tightly integrated machine.

Yu Bogang initially used only the first third of his penis to rub in and out, his movements light and slow. Gradually, the movements became larger and deeper each time. When Yu Bogang lifted his abdomen, his cousin seemed reluctant to let go, her genitals following suit. As a result, the so-called withdrawal of the penis never actually left the vagina; it was merely a small-scale internal friction between the two connected parts.

Yu Bogang placed his hands on the pillows on either side of his cousin's shoulders, his body forming a straight line. He thrust downwards rapidly, colliding violently with her vulva, the impact so loud it seemed as if a "smack" could be heard in the air. His cousin's face flushed, and her moans grew louder.

After dozens of dazzling thrusts, Yu Bogang suddenly pressed down on his cousin's abdomen and remained still. His cousin swayed her head from side to side, her snow-white thighs clamping tightly around Yu Bogang's waist, her legs forming a circle around his entire waist. Her taut upper body trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. After Yu got up, a stream of white semen could be seen flowing from my cousin's vulva, wetting the sheets beneath her buttocks.

A few minutes later, they did it a second time. This time, my cousin took the initiative. She continuously used her gloved hand to stroke Yu Bogang's limp, caterpillar-like penis, rubbing his testicles. Soon, Yu Bogang's penis swelled up, the swollen glans glistening with a purplish-red light. At this moment, my cousin sat up and straddled Yu Bogang, and the man's penis plunged into her vagina with a soft "plop."

My cousin actively moved up and down on Yu Bogang, making piston-like movements. After about 20 or so times, Yu Bogang seemed to suddenly get excited. He rolled over, making my cousin lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. He knelt behind her and thrust his penis into her body, pumping wildly, while his hands almost savagely grabbed and squeezed her breasts.

Each thrust caused my cousin to groan. I counted; he thrust about a hundred times.

Suddenly, the man and woman froze, as if their muscles were spasming. Then they both let out a long sigh, their faces showing ecstasy. After Yu Bogang pulled out his penis, he actually used his hand to pry open my cousin's anus and inserted an enema! Good heavens, how disgusting!

Soon after, my cousin's face turned bright red, and she sat naked on the spittoon, defecating with a splattering sound. It was almost 5:30 by then. I heard my cousin sweetly urging Yu Bogang to leave, saying that school and work students would be coming home soon! Afraid they would see, I quickly ran downstairs for a quick look, then pretended to be going home from school. My cousin was busy emptying the spittoon and washing the sheets.

After secretly watching my cousin have sex, I felt incredibly excited and aroused. A few days later, I found a used condom filled with semen in the trash can in my cousin's room. It seemed someone had had sex with my cousin again that day.

To my surprise, less than a month later, my cousin suddenly became melancholic. She became quiet and even somewhat listless at home. She came home from work on time every day, and she quickly sent away any men who came to see her, no longer going out with them.

What puzzled me even more was that I could find several pairs of my cousin's underwear in the washing machine every day—usually two, sometimes three or four. They were all covered in thick, yellowish-white discharge, almost like pus, and there was a lot of it. The crotch area was almost always wet, and it smelled terrible. At this point, I realized that my cousin might be sick, and I no longer dared to let my penis touch her dirty underwear.

I desperately wanted to find out what had happened, but the secret was revealed a few days later. That day, I found a medical record in my cousin's bag. I don't remember the exact details, but the gist was: Zuo Wei, female, 23 years old. The patient presented with increased vaginal discharge for over a week, severe itching, redness, and burning pain in the vulva, lower abdominal pain, urinary urgency, frequency, and difficulty urinating.

Examination revealed: redness and swelling of the labia majora and minora with scratch marks around the area; a large amount of foul-smelling yellowish-white discharge from the vaginal opening; congestion of the vaginal walls and cervix; mild cervical erosion; a large amount of purulent discharge flowing from the cervix; urethral congestion; pressure on the urethral opening causing pain and purulent discharge; and a history of unprotected sex.

The diagnosis was: gonococcal vaginitis and cervicitis.

My God! My cousin had gonorrhea! That's a sexually transmitted disease! In the early 1990s, having an STD was a disgrace for a woman! I felt terrified and deeply sympathetic towards my cousin. However, it was clear she had undergone active treatment, as I could tell from observing her underwear.

A month later, my cousin had gradually recovered. I never saw Yu Bogang again; I guess she believed he was the one who gave her the STD and stopped paying attention to him.

But soon after, I found a letter in my cousin's room from Yu Bogang. In the letter, he cursed my cousin as a filthy whore, listing the names of several men. Some I knew or recognized, mainly her colleagues, superiors, or classmates; others were names I had never heard of. I counted, and there were 12 people in total.

He seemed to know my cousin very well; he wrote down in detail the time and place of her sexual encounters with some of these men. He also threatened her, saying, "Don't pretend you don't know about soliciting customers at hotels at night, charging 50 yuan a time. If you don't obediently sleep with me, I'll expose these shameful things to the hospital director. You're selling yourself outside, who knows who gave you the disease, and you blame me!"

Wow, my cousin was still prostituting herself! I almost fainted! However, things didn't seem to have gotten that serious. My cousin probably secretly resumed her relationship with him and finally resolved the matter!

After that, my cousin seemed to have fewer boyfriends, but she still often went out at night with a few guys, though she usually didn't come back too late.

I found all of this strange and somewhat incomprehensible. Curious, I decided to uncover more of my cousin's secrets. I already knew my cousin had a habit of writing a diary, but it was always locked in her desk drawer. Could what I wanted be there? So, while my cousin was napping, I stole her key and had it copied, so I could easily peek at her diary when she wasn't around.

Less than two days later, I achieved my goal, opening my cousin's drawer. Inside were many diaries from her first year of high school—seven or eight years in total—neatly arranged. I couldn't read them all at once, so I took several chances and finally managed to browse through all of my cousin's diaries, gaining a basic understanding of her growth since adolescence and learning more about her story.

After that, I often secretly read my cousin's diary, and I knew everything about her latest situation.

Back when my cousin was in the north, she was attending middle school in a military camp. Like other girls at the time, she started menstruating at fourteen. In her first year of high school, at just 16, my cousin had her first love. It was a boy two grades above her, Zhang Baosheng, who was also her neighbor. They were childhood sweethearts; they had kissed and touched each other intimately, but nothing more.

More than half a year later, my cousin was preparing to return to Wuhan. Two nights before her departure, Zhang Baosheng broke through her last barrier, deflowering her. She was under 17 at the time.

At the time, both my cousin and Zhang Baosheng were still quite naive. After my cousin came to my house, they continued to correspond, but as time passed, Zhang Baosheng was admitted to a military academy in the west and never wrote back to my cousin again. Their relationship ended.

My cousin was in her second year of high school at the time. Zhang Baosheng's broken promise had plunged her into despair. Soon after, a male classmate named Li Hui entered her life. I had met him before; he had visited my house several times. He was the son of a deputy director of the Wuhan Municipal Finance Bureau, from a very wealthy family. He was very generous and often took my cousin to experience the latest and greatest things. He pursued her relentlessly and quickly won her heart. A few months later, they slept together.

However, Li Hui was a typical playboy. Soon after winning my cousin's heart, he began pursuing a girl in a lower grade, becoming much colder towards her. My cousin was furious and, on some pretext, slapped Li Hui in front of the whole class. Feeling humiliated, Li Hui, the so-called son of a high-ranking official, retaliated fiercely.

He feigned remorse, invited my cousin to his house, got her drunk, and, along with two other male classmates named Sun Wei and Gao Yang, gang-raped her, even taking nude photos of her. Under the circumstances at the time, my cousin couldn't speak out about such a shameful incident. She dared not report it to the police or tell anyone.

Afterwards, they used photos to blackmail her. My cousin was helpless and was repeatedly taken advantage of by these people throughout high school. During this time, one of Li Hui's friends, Lu Jiawei, also slept with my cousin.

Because of these incidents, my cousin's grades dropped significantly in her senior year of high school. Originally, she had good grades, but fortunately, her foundation was solid, and

she still managed to get into a day-study junior college, which was quite an achievement at the time. After entering university, my cousin developed a new social circle. Of the people who had bullied her, Sun Wei and Lu Jiawei went to other places, but Li Hui and Gao Yang maintained their relationships with my cousin for a long time afterward.

Because she had relationships with multiple men, my cousin changed a lot. She became much more casual about men and women than girls her age. In her diary, she said that relationships between men and women were just like that, there was no such thing as true love, only naked lust!

Because she was good-looking, my cousin had no shortage of suitors in university, and she would not refuse anyone she got along with. Fan Qing, Qian Lemin, Zhao Lisheng, Yuan Jianjun, and other classmates all had sexual relations with my cousin.

Three years later, my cousin graduated from junior college and started working in a hospital laboratory. She met Yu Bogang and they quickly became involved. In addition, my cousin also had affairs with Xie Shengwen, the director of the hospital's laboratory department; Shen Tao, the director of the gynecology department; Xu Ping, an internist; and Wang Xun, an ophthalmologist.

My cousin's salary was very low when she first started working, only about 100 yuan a month. It was not enough for the young and fashionable cousin, and she was quite resentful. Just then, a female classmate named Tong Weiling returned from Shenzhen, the forefront of reform and opening up, which brought about a major change in my cousin. Tong Weiling was my cousin's best friend from high school, and only she knew some of my cousin's affairs.

Tong Weiling did not pass the college entrance examination after graduating from high school. At that time, students who failed the college entrance examination could still attend vocational schools. Tong Weiling entered the Wuhan Police Academy and graduated two years later. Because she had no connections, the quota for entering the public security system was taken by someone else, so she went to Shenzhen alone to look for a job.

Due to the limitations of her profession, police work was difficult to find employment in society. To continue making a living, she began to rely on her body, working as a prostitute in the booming sex industry of the special economic zone. She earned about 1,500 yuan a month and managed to save some money after a year.

This time, when she returned to Wuhan, she specifically visited her cousin, bringing her several fashionable clothes and telling her about many new things in the special economic zone. Seeing her wealthy old classmate and thinking about her own financial difficulties, her cousin was filled with envy.

Tong Weiling persuaded her cousin, saying, "If you want to make money, it's not hard at all. You're pretty, you have a college degree, and besides, you're not a virgin anymore, what are you afraid of?" At first, her cousin hesitated, but soon she made up her mind.

This was at the end of 1989; Wuhan was not yet very open, and the sex industry was just beginning. Her cousin became one of the city's first professional prostitutes.

Because my cousin was well-off, unlike the country girls who came to the city, she mainly worked as a high-class prostitute in hotels, entertaining Hong Kong and Taiwanese businessmen, local newly rich bosses, and even a few foreigners. In her diary, I saw an American, a Japanese, a Thai, and a Frenchman.

Since my cousin had a regular job, which she couldn't give up, she usually worked in the evenings, two to three days a week.

She meticulously recorded the time, location, and income of each prostitution session in her diary. I calculated that from December 1989 to May 1990, when she contracted a sexually transmitted disease, a total of six months, she prostituted herself 62 times, serving 38 clients. Her total income was nearly three thousand yuan, much better than her regular job. I finally understood why my cousin had recently bought so many clothes and given me pocket money a few times!

After contracting the disease, my cousin stopped prostituting herself in hotels, but maintained relationships with a few classmates and colleagues, including Yu Bogang.

I finally learned almost all of my cousin's secrets. She had slept with 14 colleagues and classmates, and had slept with 34 clients. Yu Bogang was considered a small number! My cousin was truly amazing; I almost fainted.

In early 1991, I suddenly heard that my cousin was going to marry a man surnamed Fu. This man was my cousin's husband, and he worked at the same company.

I had never heard my cousin mention this man before; she had only occasionally mentioned him in her diary. My cousin had only known him for a short time; he was introduced to her by a friend of my mother's. Because my cousin was beautiful, he quickly took a liking to her. However, my cousin initially didn't want to marry him, mainly because she disliked his short stature. But that man's penis was incredibly impressive; he slept with my cousin on their first date and quickly got her pregnant.

Actually, I learned from my cousin's diary that she had been pregnant three times before, and had abortions all three times. The first time was when she was a sophomore in college. At that time, she was simultaneously involved with five men: Li Hui, Gao Yang, Fan Qing, Qian Lemin, and Zhao Lisheng. She didn't know who the fathers were. She had the procedure at a small hospital, but the abortion was incomplete, and it took a long time to recover.

The second time was in February 1990, shortly after I secretly watched her have diarrhea. This was during a period when she was frequently engaging in prostitution, and again, she didn't know who the father was. Considering the previous situation, my cousin decided to see Shen Tao, the head of the gynecology department at the hospital. He was a specialist in his forties. This surgery was performed very well, but to keep the matter a secret at the hospital, my cousin gave herself to Shen

Tao afterwards. The third time was in November 1990, and it was Shen Tao's child. Unfortunately, only a little over a month later, my cousin became pregnant again with my future cousin-in-law's child. She went back to Shen Tao. Shen Tao said that too many abortions would be dangerous, potentially causing infertility, which was obviously not good.

The deed was done, and my cousin's only option was to get married. On March 18, 1991, they hastily held their wedding.

After the wedding, my cousin moved out; her husband's family had prepared a two-bedroom apartment for the newlyweds.

We also moved afterward, but I still cared about my cousin's life and always tried to find out about her.

As my cousin became pregnant, her belly gradually grew larger, and I watched her body curves with great curiosity. At three months, around the time of their wedding, her slightly protruding belly was already noticeable. At six months, her belly was clearly bulging. Every month thereafter, her belly grew larger, until nearing her due date, her belly was like a small mountain, so large that the top seemed pointed, making it almost difficult for her to walk.

During this time, three things excited me. One was when my cousin, with her round belly, lifted her shirt to tuck it into her skirt, and I clearly saw the stretch marks on her belly.

Another reason is that the enlarged uterus compresses the bladder and rectum, causing pregnant women to urinate and defecate much more frequently than usual. As per the doctor's instructions, my cousin needed to go for prenatal checkups every now and then. That day, my cousin, heavily pregnant and wearing maternity clothes, was taking the bus to the hospital with her husband when she couldn't hold it in and urinated heavily on the bus, soiling herself and the seats, attracting the attention of other passengers and making quite an unsightly mess. Later, my cousin developed hemorrhoids.

Another time, I saw her breastfeeding her baby during her postpartum confinement period. My cousin had plenty of milk; her breasts were almost twice their normal size during breastfeeding, her nipples became very long, like a finger, about two centimeters long, and her areolas were also almost a whole size larger than before, much darker in color, almost black. The white milk was very thick and looked very viscous. After breastfeeding, my cousin wiped her nipples clean with paper. After that, I saw my cousin breastfeeding many more times, but after about seven or eight months, when she was about to wean, her milk became very thin.

Ten months into her pregnancy, as her due date approached, unfortunately, a small fire broke out in an apartment next to my cousin's. It wasn't serious, but the sirens of the fire trucks startled her, and she went into labor. Streams of bright red, bloody mucus flowed from her vagina, accompanied by intense contractions. My cousin was rushed to the city's central hospital by her husband.

The next day, September 17, 1991, my cousin gave birth to a boy via cesarean section, exactly one week before her due date. To ensure complete contraception, she also had her fallopian tubes tied. At this time, my cousin had just turned 24. After giving birth, my cousin's figure recovered well. Although not as good as before, she was more voluptuous, displaying the charm of a mature woman.

My cousin's son was weaned at eight months, and her husband went to Singapore to work, leaving my cousin alone. After finishing her breastfeeding period and her maternity leave, she returned to work at the hospital, leaving the child with her in-laws.

Her home wasn't convenient for commuting, and my old house, located in the city center and also empty, was lent to my cousin. She sometimes stayed there.

I had a key to the old house, and whenever I had time, I would go in to check on her, mainly hoping to discover some new secrets about my cousin. Fortunately, her diary was still in the same drawer, and her underwear was still easily accessible.

In the spring of 1993, my cousin's scandalous affair finally spread throughout the hospital. Everyone talked about her all day long, even giving her a nickname: "The Urinal"—the place where men urinate.

I also heard that a picture of a woman with gonorrhea posted on the STD prevention bulletin board in the hospital's dermatology department was of my cousin. At the time, I thought it was impossible, but then I thought, maybe her STD medical record was from this hospital. I really don't know what my cousin was thinking back then. Maybe she felt that outside STD clinics were unreliable, and that it would be easier to keep it a secret if she had an acquaintance in her own hospital. But good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast! Thinking about this, I went to the bulletin board myself to take a look.

The picture of the woman with gonorrhea was a close-up of a woman's genitals. The woman's labia majora and minora were severely swollen and red, and the vaginal opening was wide open by two gloved fingers. The vaginal mucosa was congested and red, and a large amount of yellowish-white discharge was flowing out. Just looking at the picture, you couldn't tell which woman it was.

However, the caption under the photo, except for replacing the patient's name with xx, was almost identical to my cousin's medical record. The description in the medical record also matched the situation in the photo, so it must really be my cousin's! My cousin's STD photo was semi-public! What

ultimately dealt my cousin the most severe blow at the hospital was a conspiracy. At the time, Shen Tao and Xiao Zhihua, the director of the hospital's medical affairs department, were competing for the position of vice president of the hospital. Shen Tao had a slight advantage in every aspect. To turn the tide, Xiao Zhihua came up with a wicked plan. He knew that my cousin and Shen Tao were having an affair and discovered that they would both be on night shifts a few days later. So he bribed the head of security.

That night, the hospital security guards set up surveillance outside my cousin's shift room, waiting for Shen Tao to arrive or for my cousin to leave. Around 10 p.m., my cousin went to the gynecology department, and they spent almost the entire night on the gynecological examination bed!

When my cousin emerged from the gynecology department early the next morning, the security guards swarmed her, surrounding her disheveled appearance, not even wearing underwear. "Only Director Shen is on duty here tonight! What are you doing here?!" they demanded. My cousin was speechless.

Several others rushed into Shen Tao's duty room, dragging him from the bed. Beside his pillow lay a pair of women's underwear stained with semen—my cousin's.

Shen Tao initially tried to deny it, but Xiao Zhihua had forced my cousin to undergo a gynecological examination. Her vagina was loose, clearly indicating recent sexual intercourse. A large number of sperm were detected in her vagina, and not just from one person; some matched Shen Tao's semen analysis.

The evidence was overwhelming. With such a scandalous affair, Shen Tao's career was over. He was transferred from the city-level hospital to a smaller district hospital, while Xiao Zhihua became the vice president as he had hoped.

My cousin suffered the most. She was a victim of power struggles. All her secrets were exposed at the hospital, and she became known as a slut among all the staff… Unable to stay any longer, she took unpaid leave from the hospital due to pressure.

After resigning, she became a pharmaceutical representative at a pharmaceutical company, achieving excellent sales results—though everyone knew the methods she used.

Soon after, rumors surfaced about her affair with the manager. Apparently, one night, the manager and my cousin were caught having sex on the office sofa by a colleague who happened to be retrieving something he'd forgotten in his drawer. Her colleagues, already jealous of her, seized the opportunity to make the affair a public spectacle. As a result, my cousin had to resign again and return home.

She then opened a small clothing factory, but it didn't last long and closed due to business difficulties.

Later, in 1995, she no longer had a formal job, and her son had started kindergarten. She left him with her in-laws and moved entirely into my family's old house. By then, I was already studying at university in Wuhan.

My cousin, unable to bear the loneliness, resumed contact with some of her ex-boyfriends, sometimes even going to dance halls at night. I visited her house, which is also my old family home, several times, and always found her alone with different men.

Once, I went to the old house to see my cousin. I knocked on the door for a long time and called out several times, but there was no response. I assumed she wasn't home, but there seemed to be noise inside. I tried to unlock the door, but it was locked from the inside. Just then

, my cousin opened the door. It was early summer. Standing in front of the door, my cousin's hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and she was breathing heavily, like a girl who had just run 800 meters. She was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, without a bra, her erect nipples standing prominently. Her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and I could vaguely see the surgical scar from her cesarean section on her lower abdomen. Her pink polka-dot panties were also clearly visible—she looked incredibly sexy!

My cousin said, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming!"

When I entered the room, I saw the bedroom door was ajar, but I quickly noticed the bed was a mess. A shirtless man, wearing only underwear, was hiding under the bed, and a videotape next to the TV was titled "Eighteen Moves of a Slut." I completely understood—my cousin was having sex with that man, and I had ruined their fun! My cousin and I were both very embarrassed, and I hurriedly left without doing what I was supposed to do.

Curious, I wanted to find out who the man was, so I resorted to my old trick and looked for the answer in my cousin's diary.

It turned out that a few months ago, my cousin met Chen Wenjie, the owner of a restaurant, at a dance hall, and they quickly had a one-night stand. After a few encounters, Chen Wenjie said he had debts he couldn't repay and offered to introduce my cousin to his three creditors. My cousin refused, so Chen Wenjie grabbed an exercise ball and shoved it into her genitals, causing her excruciating pain, forcing her to agree.

The shirtless man was one of the creditors, a man named Boss Wu who owned an entertainment complex. But it was really just an underground brothel.

The other people I saw were probably Chen Wenjie and two other creditors: Boss Ma, who owned a printing factory, and Boss Jiang, who owned a photo studio.

After sleeping with my cousin a few times, Boss Wu took a liking to her and forced her to work as a prostitute for him. My cousin couldn't refuse and had to return to her old ways. However, things were very different now than five years ago. Wuhan's sex industry had developed rapidly, and my cousin was now a 28-year-old married woman who had given birth. The location had changed from a high-end hotel to an entertainment complex, but the quality was lower than before, and the fee was generally 80 to 100 yuan per session.

My cousin's diary entries show that she was now prostituting herself much more frequently than before. She was almost always available, sometimes several times a day, even during her menstrual period. Her clients were no longer limited to high-class individuals; now they included ordinary workers and low-level salespeople. Mr. Wu and his cronies would take advantage of her whenever they felt like it, satisfying their lust for her. During that time, my cousin had no other work;

she was solely engaged in prostitution. She was truly a born slut; her mature, cuckolded image attracted a large number of clients, quickly making her the most frequently seen prostitute in the entertainment center. Sometimes, her clients even had to wait in line—in Wuhan dialect, they had to wait to turn over a table. Back then, anyone who frequented prostitutes in Wuhan would know who Ms. Zuo was from that entertainment center.

Even my roommate, Qiu Junbo, had patronized her in December 1996.

Afterwards, during our late-night dorm chat after lights out, he vividly described how he had slept with my cousin, describing it with great enthusiasm! Although I felt a little uncomfortable listening to him, I was also itching to do so. However, I didn't dare reveal that the prostitute, Ms. Zuo, was my cousin.

Although my cousin had always been the object of my fantasies, and I had fantasized countless times about having sex with her, I never had the courage to try. After all, my cousin and I were closely related by blood; if we crossed that line, it would be incest.

But my classmate's incident shocked me greatly; even people around me had slept with my cousin. I finally couldn't resist anymore.

Even if I didn't dare actually do it, a visit to the ophthalmologist would be good, and besides, I hadn't seen my cousin's body in a long time. So, I went to the entertainment center in January 1997.

The person in charge of the prostitutes at the entertainment center was Mr. Wu's wife, the so-called "madam," a woman nearing forty, whom everyone called Sister Zhang.

When I found Sister Zhang and mentioned Ms. Zuo, she readily agreed, saying, "I also want to directly slept with her." She even said, "Young man, you have a good eye! You have to wait in line? I'll arrange it for you right away, just a little later!" But when she heard I wasn't planning to go to a prostitute myself, but rather watch others, she hesitated, probably finding it strange and a little uneasy.

I told Sister Zhang I was prepared to pay three times the price, that is, 300 yuan per viewing. After some haggling, perhaps seeing that I looked like a student and wouldn't bother her, she finally agreed, the very next night. The only agreement was that it must be kept secret, and no photos allowed.

The entertainment center had made a very hidden little hole in the wall of the room where my cousin was prostituting herself, at a perfect angle, directly facing the bed. This way, everyone in the next room could clearly see everything inside.

The next night, I arrived at the entertainment center as agreed, excitedly waiting for my cousin to appear in the next room. The heating in my cousin's room was on full blast, so it wasn't cold at all. Besides a bed, there was nothing else in the room; it seemed to be just a simple brothel, where nothing else could be done except for sex.

A moment later, my cousin and a middle-aged man entered the house. They barely exchanged a word before getting straight to the point.

My cousin, with her back to the man, began to undress, quickly stripping herself naked. I noticed that despite her extensive sexual experience, her figure was still quite good, not much different from before, except her full breasts and buttocks were slightly sagging. The most noticeable change among her dark pubic hair was that her labia were swollen and everted, no longer naturally closed as before, and their color was much darker, almost black.

My cousin slowly knelt before the middle-aged man, looked at his face, then lowered her head and pulled down his trousers.

She touched his penis through his underwear with both hands, and it slowly grew thicker with her touch. She then pulled down his underwear, revealing his large penis!

My cousin cupped his penis in her hands and skillfully licked it from back to front with her tongue, repeating this several times before finally putting the entire shaft into her mouth, making stimulating sucking sounds.

During this time, the older cousin would occasionally lick the middle-aged man's anus with her tongue, even repeatedly sticking her tongue into his anus. The middle-aged man was experiencing extreme pleasure; he couldn't help but close his eyes, enjoying this exceptionally intense sexual ecstasy.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man began to let out soft moans, and the older cousin sucked even more vigorously. Suddenly, the middle-aged man roared and shoved the older cousin onto the bed. The older cousin immediately spread her legs wide, and the middle-aged man used his left hand to pry open her labia as much as possible, fully exposing her vaginal opening.

With a thrust of his hips, the middle-aged man shoved his entire penis in. He began to thrust in and out repeatedly, and the older cousin's body trembled with each thrust. The two moved in perfect harmony, and after a period of intense, stormy activity, the older cousin trembled even more violently. The middle-aged man probably sensed that they were about to climax, so he increased the speed and intensity.

My cousin was sweating profusely, panting heavily. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and with the middle-aged man's vigorous thrusts, they both collapsed onto the bed.

The man's penis withdrew from her vagina, but her vulva remained a round opening, slowly shrinking with rhythmic contractions until it closed, a pool of semen flowing out. Along with the copious flow of her vaginal fluids, the sheets were soaked.

This voyeuristic experience had me incredibly aroused. I contacted Sister Zhang, asking her to let me know if there were any interesting things to see, and I would still pay triple the price. This time, she readily agreed.

I spent a lot of money to spy on my cousin's prostitution; it was all my saved pocket money! Looking back, it really wasn't easy!

Soon after, it was Chinese New Year. On February 12th, the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I received a call from Sister Zhang saying there was something interesting to see, and I rushed over.

This was truly shocking. It turned out a foreign black man was going to have sex with my cousin, and she was menstruating that day. When I arrived, they had already started.

The two, a man and a woman, one black and one white, were entangled together on the bed, completely naked. The black man's hand reached onto my cousin's vulva, roughly kneading her labia. He forcefully pulled apart her thick labia, twisting them, and then gently pinched and kneaded her erect clitoris. My cousin's body immediately began to tremble violently, twisting from side to side on the bed, emitting loud moans. My

cousin's cries excited the black man even more. He suddenly inserted three fingers into my cousin's vagina, stirring them wildly inside. With each gentle movement of his fingers, sticky vaginal fluid and menstrual blood covered his entire palm. My cousin's body trembled uncontrollably, and the black man impulsively pushed his entire palm inside, his hand slowly sinking into my cousin's vulva, reaching all the way to her cervix. My cousin's muscles were taut all over. A large amount of menstrual blood and vaginal fluid flowed down the black man's palm, staining the sheets beneath her.

The black man quickly pulled down his pants and tossed them on the floor. When he pulled off his underwear, his astonishing black penis was revealed, over twenty centimeters long and almost as thick as a child's wrist.

Next, he inserted his fingers into my cousin's anus. She immediately screamed. He forcefully dug and prodded in her anus, and her screams quickly turned into moans. He vigorously dug and prodded inside her anus. When he withdrew his fingers, they were covered in her yellowish-brown feces.

Then, he grabbed my cousin's legs, positioned his penis at her vulva, and thrust forcefully, his enormous penis penetrating deep into her vagina.

Once fully inside, he began a frenzied thrusting motion. My cousin's body reacted more intensely again, large beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks.

My cousin first convulsed, her vagina contracting rhythmically. As a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, the black man's thrusting made a "plop! plop!" sound.

The black man thrust wildly for more than ten minutes, finally pressing down on my cousin's body and spraying his white, cloudy semen into her vagina, which was still bleeding from menstruation.

The black man's strength was astonishing. After he finished, he threw a hundred-dollar bill on the bed and turned to leave.

My cousin lay alone on the bed, panting heavily. Her swollen, open vulva was still contracting from the recent orgasm, and her pubic hair was a mess of vaginal fluid and semen. She was completely exhausted.

About a month later, I received a call from Sister Zhang, saying that something even more exciting was waiting for me. My cousin was about to put on a show for four men.

The employees of Zhenghe Trading Company were regulars at the entertainment center, and almost all of the company's 16 employees had slept with my cousin.

That day, an important client came to the company, and General Manager Zhu planned to use my cousin to entertain the client.

Inside the private room, General Manager Zhu, Deputy General Manager Xu, the client Boss Qiu, the driver Xiao Jin, and my cousin—a total of four men and one woman—were all naked. A group sex session was about to begin. General

Manager Zhu first ordered Xiao Jin to go first, in order to arouse everyone's lust. Xiao Jin looked to be only about twenty years old. This young boy, so inexperienced, was no match for his older cousin. The powerful contractions of her vagina were too much for him to handle. Within minutes,

he ejaculated under her straining grip. This lewd scene aroused Mr. Qiu, a seasoned pro. His cousin was a different story. After penetrating her, Mr. Qiu surprisingly held back, letting his penis remain inside her. He pressed his body tightly against her, playing with her nipples, kissing her neck, rubbing her clitoris, and pinching her buttocks.

At this point, his cousin began to writhe, but Mr. Qiu ignored her. Only when she was flushed and dripping wet did Mr. Qiu begin to thrust, gradually increasing the speed, each time penetrating fully. Soon, his cousin reached orgasm, a torrent of fluid gushing from her vagina, staining the sheets, their thighs, and Mr. Qiu's abdomen and testicles.

Next, Mr. Zhu made his entrance. He first lifted one of his cousin's legs with one hand, then scooped up the other leg with the other, lifting her up in one swift motion. His cousin clung tightly to his neck, her entire body hanging on his stomach. Mr. Zhu tossed her up and down, his penis thrusting repeatedly inside her. Finally, after hundreds of thrusts, he threw her heavily onto the bed. His cousin, panting heavily, had Mr. Zhu's semen flowing from her vagina.

After being fucked by three men in a row, his cousin couldn't take it anymore. She said she didn't want to continue. At this point, Vice President Xu, who hadn't yet appeared, panicked. He begged his cousin to let him have his way, while Mr. Zhu threatened her not to spoil the fun. His cousin had no choice but to become a sex object once more. She gritted her teeth, spread her legs, and let Vice President Xu fuck her properly.

My cousin's notebook was filled with detailed records of her prostitution. When I last peeked at her diary in April 1997, I roughly calculated that she had served clients over 1,100 times in a year and ten months. Although many were repeat customers, it was difficult to count them all. According to my cousin's own estimate in her diary, she had slept with at least 480 men.

During this time, my cousin's body suffered greatly. Her vaginal discharge increased, her menstruation became irregular, with prolonged periods and heavy, persistent bleeding. If she encountered a decent client, it was manageable, but if she encountered a sexually deviant man, she would suffer. The crotch area of all her underwear was yellowed beyond repair. Unwashed panties were always smeared with vaginal discharge, vaginal fluid, and semen, smelling foul.

In her diary, my cousin wrote that once, after being given an enema by a client, she was forcibly dragged to the riverbank, tied to a tree, and anally raped. On another occasion, one of Mr. Wu's friends stabbed her vagina with a wooden stick and then inserted a half-smoked cigarette butt, torturing my cousin to the point of near shock.

The most shocking incident occurred on May 3, 1997—I remember it clearly, it was the May Day holiday—when I suddenly heard that my cousin had been caught in a police raid the previous day while working as a prostitute at an entertainment center. Eleven people, including my cousin, were arrested, and she was caught red-handed with a man in his fifties while engaging in sexual activity; at the time, she had a vibrating egg inserted in her vagina. My cousin was imprisoned in a women's reformatory.

The police notified our family to pay a 3,000 yuan fine to release her. Given this disgraceful incident, none of my family members wanted to go, so they finally sent me to the reformatory with the money.

After paying the fine, the reformatory required gynecological examinations of the prostitutes; those with sexually transmitted diseases were forcibly treated before they could be released.

I waited for my cousin to have her gynecological exam. Perhaps because it was full of prostitutes, the doctors there were very careless; even the door was only half-open, and I could clearly see everything inside from the outside.

My cousin lay on the gynecological examination table with her legs spread, her entire vulva exposed. A doctor, under a spotlight, used cotton swabs and instruments to manipulate her labia. I could clearly see a white discharge hanging from her vulva. Her right labia were swollen and had a bulge; the doctor punctured it with a needle, releasing a pus-filled lump. Next, the doctor inserted a vaginal speculum into my cousin's vagina to examine her cervix.

Afterward, the doctor inserted his fingers into my cousin's vagina and anus respectively, while using his other hand to press hard on her lower abdomen to further examine the pelvic organs. Finally, an ultrasound was performed.

When we were being led away, the supervising officer and the doctor solemnly told me the results of the examination: my cousin had multiple gynecological diseases and sexually transmitted infections. Not only did she suffer from severe vaginitis, genital warts, vulvar abscess, and breast hyperplasia, but she also contracted gonorrhea again, with one of the warts even growing onto her external hemorrhoids around her anus. Due to prolonged anal sex, my cousin not only had anal laxity but also developed gonococcal proctitis.

After returning home, her family severely criticized her. My cousin cried and begged us not to tell her husband and in-laws, promising never to do it again! We, of course, didn't let more people know, as family scandals shouldn't be aired in public.

Following the requirements of the women's education center, my cousin underwent several months of systematic treatment and recuperation, and her condition improved significantly. In October of that year, at the age of 30, my cousin finally reunited with her husband in Singapore with her son. She has since settled there.

After my cousin went to Singapore, my contact with her decreased significantly, only occasionally exchanging phone calls and looking at the photos she sent back. I knew less about her, only that she found a job at a hotel six months later and soon became a manager. But I suspected my cousin's life in Singapore wouldn't be so simple; there would definitely be new stories.

Fast forward to the early 2000s, and while shopping in Wuhan, I unexpectedly ran into Li Hui, my cousin's former high school classmate—the same Li Hui who had bullied her. He had maintained a relationship with my cousin while in Wuhan, and after graduating from university a few years later, he went to Singapore and worked for a large Chinese-funded company, becoming a deputy general manager several years before my cousin. This time, I unexpectedly bumped into him in Wuhan; he was back in China visiting relatives.

I'd always felt my cousin's downfall was largely due to Li Hui, and initially, I wanted to use this opportunity to teach him a lesson, but he wasn't afraid at all. He said, "Your cousin was born to be a prostitute. Back then, she wasn't even 17 when I slept with her; she wasn't a virgin anymore. It's pointless to sleep with someone like her. She even contacted me in Singapore!"

Hearing this, I perked up. So my cousin and Li Hui were still in contact in Singapore; through him, I could definitely find out a lot about my cousin's life there. I quickly changed my attitude towards Li Hui and talked to him about my cousin's life in recent years.

After my cousin went to Singapore, her original diploma was not recognized, so it was naturally difficult for her to find a job. Her husband was at work, her son was in elementary school, and she had no relatives or friends there. My cousin was bored at home, and after six months, she thought of Li Hui.

Li Hui, of course, wouldn't let such an offer pass him by. After several sexual encounters, my cousin asked Li Hui to help her find a job. Li Hui introduced my cousin to a friend of his in Singapore, Liu Xiong Kui. Liu Xiong Kui was from Guangdong and very wealthy. He owned a hotel in Singapore, which was actually an underground brothel that organized and housed mainland women for prostitution.

My cousin had no idea about this. A few days later, when she went to Liu Xiong Kui's place for an interview, she was raped by him. Afterwards, Liu Xiong Kui thought my cousin was indeed a good candidate and had passed the interview. He then made her work for him.

Finding a job wasn't easy, so my cousin agreed, much to the delight of her unsuspecting husband.

Liu Xiong-kui put her as a supervisor at his hotel, mainly managing six mainland prostitutes. She didn't usually handle clients herself, but of course, she had to fulfill their requests.

My cousin excelled in the job and gained Liu Xiong-kui's trust. In less than two years, she became Liu Xiong-kui's service manager, overseeing more than 80 mainland prostitutes in the hotel.

I was very interested in how much she handled clients herself. Li Hui told me that she didn't do it much anymore, usually only once or twice a week. That's about a hundred times in two years, with about forty clients.

In May 2000, my cousin returned to Wuhan, supposedly due to lower abdominal pain, excessive vaginal discharge, and irregular menstruation. An examination revealed an ovarian cyst caused by chronic pelvic inflammatory disease, possibly a lingering condition. Because treatment in Singapore was expensive, she returned to China for treatment and underwent laparoscopic surgery. Because Singapore doesn't practice family planning, my cousin also had her fallopian tubes recanalized during this trip.

She became pregnant again in July of that year, and in April 2001, at nearly 34 years old, she gave birth to a daughter. The age difference between her son and daughter is exactly 10 years. However, I think only heaven knows if this little girl is her husband's child.

My cousin's fertility rate was very high after her fallopian tubes were recanalized. From 2002 to February of this year, I heard news of her pregnancy four times, but she didn't keep the babies and had abortions each time. Including her previous three abortions and two pregnancies, my cousin has been pregnant a total of nine times. Last month, at her family's suggestion, she went to the hospital to have an IUD inserted.

Since becoming pregnant with her daughter, due to preparing for childbirth and taking care of the child, she didn't have much time to help Liu Xiong-kui manage the hotel, and she lost her position as service manager. However, Liu Xiong-kui didn't completely loosen his control over her, and occasionally still forced her to work as a prostitute at the hotel. Even when she was heavily pregnant, my cousin wasn't spared. Once, she was almost forced to have a miscarriage by several clients.

Afterwards, she studied early childhood education in Singapore. Finally, at the end of last year, she obtained her diploma, left the hotel, and got a stable job as a preschool teacher at a government-run kindergarten.

Now, my cousin is over 37 years old and a mother of two, but she has had sexual relations with over 600 men, including clients, colleagues, and classmates. To put that into perspective, a sleeper train car only has 66 people—that's almost ten cars full of men!

Every time I think about my cousin's romantic escapades, I feel a strange excitement. This June, my cousin might return to China to visit relatives, and I look forward to seeing her again.

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