My real life

After graduating from high school, I was so bad at academic subjects that I only got into a vocational technical college. I studied there for two years and that was it. I got a job at a trading company under the Bureau of Materials through connections. I've never been a hard worker, so spending my days leisurely strolling around there was quite relaxing. Not long after starting work, my ping-pong skills unexpectedly came in handy. Shortly after I started, the city's labor union held a ping-pong tournament for its employees. Someone must have revealed that I'd been playing ping-pong since I was a child, because the materials bureau immediately borrowed me. Once I got on the court, I easily outmaneuvered even the retired professional players with my topspin shots. I scored two points in every match, and the team leader quickly moved me from the third singles position to the first singles position. After several matches, I only lost three games, all of which were insignificant. The reason I let them go was because the team leader had me deliberately let them go, so that I could avoid facing a strong team in the next match.

Later, when it came to the singles, I refused to give an inch and fought my way up to the final. It wasn't until the final that I learned my opponent was a former teammate from my sports school days. He had already made it to the provincial team and was now a highly skilled player specially borrowed by the bureau. Of course, I couldn't beat him, but when I told the team leader, he immediately reported me to the organizing committee. I won without a fight. The audience, however, missed the most intense final match. Although I won the city-wide singles championship in this way, my fame spread throughout the entire bureau. Ironically, the bureau's first deputy director was a die-hard table tennis fan who had even beaten the eighth-ranked department-level cadre in the city. After discovering my talent, he immediately suggested to the director that I be transferred to the bureau's labor union to specifically oversee mass sports work and concurrently manage security.

And so, thanks to my table tennis skills, I was transferred from a grassroots unit to the Materials Bureau last year. Originally, I wanted to make a living from table tennis, but unfortunately, there were just too many kids training in it. Later, I became a sparring partner for the coach's son. He managed to get into the provincial team through connections, but I simply couldn't reach that level. It was too late to focus on my academics now, and I ended up becoming a physically gifted but intellectually challenged athlete. However, because I spent every day practicing with the coach's son, my skills improved rapidly, which is one of the reasons I was able to achieve good results in city-wide competitions. Being transferred to the Materials Bureau's trade union this time, I guess, means my table tennis training wasn't in vain.

The office building of the Materials Bureau is a building from the Cultural Revolution. Although the building is small, its location in the bustling city center has long attracted people who want to make money from it. Unfortunately, the higher authorities manage our department too strictly, and no matter how much influence we have, we can't rent it. Last autumn, a boss named Li with some connections took a fancy to the air-raid shelter downstairs. It was built during the era of digging deep tunnels and storing grain, and its area is about the same as the floor above, just a bit damp. This far-sighted boss asked a powerful person and a leader in his unit to put in a word, and it actually worked out. Mr. Li paid the unit 50,000 yuan in rent annually, with utilities charged separately. The entrance was located at the back of the building, so it wouldn't interfere with the office work. After the agreement was reached, Mr. Li immediately began renovations. When he was almost ready to open, we discovered he was running a sauna. Our supervisor secretly groaned, fearing the owner would flood the building and cause it to collapse. But when it opened, there were no bathhouses or anything like that; only two showerheads. We were all puzzled. What was Mr. Li up to?

After a burst of firecrackers, the Dafuhao Sauna and Bath Center officially opened. My office is upstairs in the center. Every day, I can stand in the corridor and glance out the back window to see everything. Because we're preparing for the provincial bureau's annual inspection these days, we'll be working late again, checking all the rules, regulations, and accounts ourselves. Just as we were about to finish work and go home, I glanced down and saw a bustling scene below, a neat row of cars—business was booming! The lights in front of the center weren't bright, but under the dim neon lights, one after another, fat, burping customers walked into the center. There was no music, no welcoming or farewell calls; it was quiet inside, as if no one was there. I guessed they must be doing some kind of sleptomania. Because the police and government offices didn't use the same main gate, almost no one knew what happened afterward. They only vaguely heard that it was a place to support prostitutes and entertain clients. These girls never came out during the day, and the place was practically deserted during the day, only becoming lively after nine o'clock.

The 50,000 yuan in income, after deducting welfare subsidies for staff, was all used to build a table tennis team. Our bureau's men's team wasn't particularly outstanding, but the women's team had several members from the provincial youth team who consistently achieved good results in city-level competitions. This was mainly thanks to our deputy director, a table tennis enthusiast who valued talent and gathered these table tennis masters from various corners of the country. After I was transferred to the bureau's labor union, the specific work fell to me. I immediately went to the provincial capital to purchase sportswear and table tennis shoes for the athletes, preparing them for the next competition. We also set up a table tennis activity room inside the bureau building. The daily training sessions put my skills to good use, which lifted my spirits and made the time fly by. Before I knew it, winter was here, and I was completely oblivious to the outside world. The office was also quiet; the few of us male staff members took turns on duty once a month, living in our own offices, sleeping at night and continuing to work in the morning. On Christmas night, it happened to be my shift. It was snowing outside, there weren't many pedestrians on the road, and the streetlights were off. I watched the carnival program that I had recorded the night before for a while, and then I felt a little sleepy, so I made up my bed and prepared to go to sleep. My office was on the second floor, with a corridor to the north and offices to the south. Suddenly, I noticed a figure peeking out of the south-facing window. It looked like a girl. She was anxiously knocking on the window. I quickly opened the window, and a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in. Before I could open my eyes again, a small, thin girl jumped in through the window. She buried her head in my blankets, shivering and not saying a word. I immediately closed the window and went back to the bed, wanting to lift the covers to see what kind of girl was so bold as to jump in from the second-floor window. But she absolutely refused to let me lift the covers. I went back to the window to see how she had climbed up. Opening the window, I realized her route. It turned out that our building had iron railings protruding from the first floor, and a long platform on the second floor. She had climbed up the railings to the platform, then slowly moved to my window and beckoned me to open it before coming in. What a female thief! I went back to her side, about to ask her something, when I suddenly heard a commotion downstairs to the north. I wondered what had happened.

I opened the door and went down into the hallway to look down. The first thing I saw was a police car, its flashing lights on the roof extremely conspicuous. Someone was urging us to get in quickly. That's when I realized what was happening at the sauna and bathhouse below. It turned out the police were conducting a raid on prostitution. One by one, the prostitutes and their clients were being led into the police car with their heads down. And below, someone was shouting: "Search thoroughly, don't let a single one escape!" Thinking about the girl in my office, I quickly went back inside. The girl was trembling even more violently in bed. She cautiously peeked out, casting a pleading look at me. I could see the fear in her terrifying eyes. I told her the police car had already left, and she shouldn't worry. I observed that her emotions gradually calmed down, and I began to wonder how she had climbed from the first floor to my room. She quietly told me that she had jumped out of the small window leading from the basement to the first-floor bathroom. No one else could squeeze through that window because it was too small, and there seemed to be barbed wire above it. She tried to escape through the back door, but found that the iron gate to the front yard was impassable. In a moment of inspiration, she risked climbing onto the protruding platform on the second floor and tried to open each window from there, but none of them would open. When she saw the light in my room, she slowly made her way over and begged me to open the window and let her in. After hearing her escape story, I immediately understood her identity and felt a surge of disgust towards her. I really wanted to hand her over to the police immediately. But when I looked closely at her appearance in my bed, I gasped. She was lying there completely naked! She had just climbed up the iron fence naked! How brave! Now, everything was clear. She had been trapped in the room while sleeping with a client. The embarrassment she must have felt was unimaginable. And for her to escape naked through the back window was truly a desperate act.

I turned my back, pondering how to deal with the runaway girl in front of me. My mind was in complete turmoil. I thought, "Why am I having such bad luck today? Why did this have to happen?" Should I tell her to get out immediately? She wasn't dressed, and she couldn't even explain herself clearly. But what kind of situation would it be to keep her in my room? I couldn't bear to kick her out, but I couldn't arrange for her to stay. Just as I was in this dilemma, the girl spoke up: "Brother, you saved me today, and I'll definitely repay you. Just let me stay here for one night; no one will know. I'll definitely leave tomorrow morning and won't cause you any trouble." Looking into her large, teary eyes, my heart softened. I thought for a moment and said to her, "You can sleep in this room tonight. But if the police come to search later, don't say I hid you here." She nodded. I prepared to go out and see which room door I could pry open so I could spend the night there. But even though I had a magnetic card in my hand, I couldn't open a single office door as I walked from one end of the corridor to the other. It was Sunday, and all the doors were locked. Having no other options, I returned to the room. The girl seemed to have calmed down and was sleeping soundly in my bed. It was already past 1 a.m. The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, accompanied by a biting wind that rattled against the windowpanes.

I sat wearily at my desk, pondering my next move. When I was so tense, I hadn't noticed how cold it was inside, but now that things had calmed down, I felt icy cold. I took my coat from the hanger and put it on, which warmed me a little, but then sleepiness washed over me. Looking at the young girl sleeping soundly, a feeling of pity welled up inside me. These poor girls, coming from the countryside to work in the sex trade, not only disrupt public order but also suffer the humiliation of their clients. How pitiful they were! If she hadn't managed to grab the metal railing, she probably wouldn't be sleeping here. I went out of the office and looked down. It was pitch black outside; the neon lights that usually stayed on until dawn were off. The quiet building was completely silent, with only the occasional car passing by in the swirling snowflakes. I felt the chill of the night even more intensely, quickly pulling my coat tighter around myself. Back in the office, the little girl was still fast asleep. Perhaps she had suddenly heard the noise; she sat up abruptly from her bed and asked me anxiously, "Did the car come back again?" Just then, I suddenly noticed her full breasts. She realized I was staring at her and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. I gestured for her to lie down, but she said, "It's too cold on the floor. Come sit on the bed. You have an electric blanket; it's warm." I walked over as if possessed. She shifted to make room for me, and the moment my bottom touched the bed, I felt warm all over. I took off my coat and covered myself with it, then half-reclined next to the girl.

The little girl nestled against me, seemingly trusting me completely. She seemed to have recovered and chatted with me warmly. She told me that she wasn't originally a prostitute here; the landlady had borrowed her from her own boss. Seven or eight customers suddenly arrived, and the place didn't have enough girls. To make money, the landlady borrowed girls from elsewhere. But as soon as they took off their clothes, the police blocked the entrance. If it weren't for her... I managed to escape in a moment of quick thinking. I was being interrogated at the criminal investigation team. Perhaps it was an occupational hazard, but while the little girl was chatting with me, she gently stroked my inner thighs with both hands. My heart started pounding. She gestured for me to turn off the light, and I got out of bed and did as she asked. When I returned to bed, she pulled back the covers and made me lie down in the bed with her. Just as I was hesitating, she reached out and pulled me in. I had no choice but to lie down next to her naked body. She pressed herself tightly against me, her hand caressing my sensitive areas. I became even more nervous. In the darkness, I touched the girl's full breasts. Just as I was about to move away, her hand pressed down on mine. It was the first time in my life that my hand had touched that spot on a girl. A warm current traveled from my hand all the way down to my lower abdomen, and her gentle little hand was right there. I felt it gradually become erect under the girl's caresses. The girl skillfully pulled my hard penis out of my pants and started playing with it.

My heart trembled, my emotions surged, and an uncontrollable desire burned within me. As if guessing my thoughts, she crawled out of bed, naked, and embraced me, guiding my penis into her warm vagina. She moved up and down incessantly, and the scenes I had seen in pornographic videos were now unfolding on my own body. I felt a surge of pleasure coursing through my body. Her lips pressed against mine, and we kissed. I'd done this before with a girl I was dating in high school, but now I was kissing a prostitute—it was absurd! Her kisses escalated, her tongue disappearing into my mouth. I felt a wave of relief; the semen I usually relieved myself with masturbation was now deep inside her. She sensed my release and immediately went back to bed. And just like that, I had my first time having sex, all in a blur. The girl seemed to breathe a sigh of relief too. After a while, she said softly, "Take off your clothes and sleep with me. What's there to be shy about now?" At this point, I had no other choice but to take off all my clothes and crawl into bed. We snuggled together and fell asleep, since it was almost dawn anyway.

I was awakened by the roar of cars outside the window in the morning, but she was still fast asleep in my arms. I pulled my arm away, got out of bed, turned on the light, and started getting dressed. But I was worried about how she would get up and walk. She had run out naked, and now I was wondering where to find girls' clothes for her. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a brilliant idea formed in my mind. I still had a set of sportswear and sneakers that I had bought for the female team members in the provincial capital a few days ago. They were locked in my roll-up cabinet. They were for a girl who loved table tennis and was my future girlfriend. It seemed that this was the only thing I could do today.

I immediately went to the warehouse and found the tracksuit and sneakers. They might be a bit big for her, though, because the girl was a bit fuller than the little girl in front of me. When I returned to her with the clothes and sneakers, she was huddled under the covers, looking worried. Suddenly seeing me bring her the clothes, she jumped up from the bed with joy. She hugged and kissed me first, then started trying them on. Sure enough, they were a little too big for her, but at least she wouldn't have to leave the house naked. The shoes fit her well. After she was dressed, I handed her the army coat. It looked ridiculous on her, like a long gown, but it made all the difference. I found the key to the front door and prepared to see her out. As I was leaving, I slipped a fifty-yuan bill into her hand, half-jokingly saying, "You kept me company last night, so I have to give you a tip." She angrily threw the money back at me, so I quickly changed my tune, saying, "Consider it a loan, okay? You'll need a taxi later, so you can pay me back." She hesitated for a moment, then put the money in her coat pocket. As she was about to leave, I felt a pang of loss. She sensed my disappointment, stood on tiptoe, hugged my neck, and kissed me passionately, her eyes brimming with tears, saying, "I'll come see you when I get back. I don't want to do this anymore; it's too scary. If I had died yesterday, my mom wouldn't even know. I want to go back to school, or do something else, but I'll never be a prostitute again." I nodded, agreeing with her.

Everything was ready, and we crept downstairs quietly in the dark. I pushed open the office building's main door; the snow outside was heavy. We waded through the deep snow to the door, and I took out the key to open the heavy iron door. I shoved it open a crack, and she slipped out sideways, gradually disappearing into the white snow.

I hurried back inside to tidy up my room because the ping-pong team members would be coming to play soon. Sure enough, just as I finished tidying up, a few die-hard ping-pong fans came in from outside, laughing and joking. I quickly opened the ping-pong room for them to train, while I myself felt a little drowsy. I had only slept for less than an hour last night, and now I was really sleepy. I made an excuse that I had a bit of a cold, went back to my office, and slept until noon.

The Grand Fortune Sauna and Bath Center downstairs was completely shut down. Boss Li lost money and begged the bureau to refund some of his rent. The bureau chief, considering his powerful connections, still refunded him 20,000 yuan. At night, the place returned to silence, and I could get a good night's sleep when I was on duty. As time went by, I gradually forgot about the girl who had escaped into my room.

Winter has passed and spring is here again, everything is reviving, and the days are gradually getting warmer. To prepare for the provincial materials system's table tennis competition, we've been training hard every day, sweating profusely. My topspin shots are getting increasingly spun, and I'm determined to win the provincial government's singles championship. This day, it's my turn to be on duty again, so I'll use the evening to practice my serves. After dinner, I was practicing with a friend when a familiar voice came from outside the door. I peeked out and saw the little girl who had run away from here a few months ago, standing outside with a package in her hand. I tensed up for a moment and said to her, "Wait for me in the office for a bit, I'll be right there." As I spoke, I quickly walked to the room door. She pushed the door open and went inside. I returned to the ping-pong room to continue practicing. An hour later, my ping-pong partner reminded me that I had a guest waiting for me. I then realized what had happened and hurriedly told him to go home so I could talk to a friend. He seemed to have guessed something and immediately packed his things and left. Our security guard lives nearby and often doesn't come if he sees anyone from the bureau. After all, he's the bureau chief's father-in-law, someone no one can afford to offend. If he hadn't been absent from his post last time, he would have already spread the word about me taking in a prostitute.

I returned to my room and saw the little girl watching TV, completely absorbed. She didn't notice my arrival until I walked up to her. Seeing me drenched in sweat, she quickly handed me a towel to wipe it off. I took it, dipped it in the water in the basin, wrung it out, and then wiped my face. She watched me excitedly. I felt a little embarrassed being shirtless, but she wanted to wipe my back. I had no choice but to put the towel in her hand. She carefully wiped my back, saying, "You didn't expect me to come looking for you, did you?" I said, "I did. You owe me clothes." The girl said, "If I hadn't returned them, you wouldn't have been able to find me." I said, "I never wanted them in the first place." The girl said sadly, "You probably think I'm dirty. How could you take something I've used? In your eyes, I'll always be a prostitute." I sensed her emotions and immediately smiled broadly, saying, "That's not what I meant! I thought you went home to school." Her sadness turned to joy. Just as I was about to turn away, she hugged my neck and kissed me passionately. A little awkwardly, I asked, "Are you still doing that kind of work?"

She replied, "I stopped after that day. I got a job in the hospital's nursing program through connections, and I'm already interning in the wards. From now on, I'll be a nurse!" Looking at her radiant face, I was truly happy for her, and a special feeling welled up from the depths of my heart. I said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Shall we go eat together?" She nodded in agreement. We had dinner at a hotel not far from the building. After returning to the office, she sat on my bed and said, "I told you my name was Wenwen last time, but I was lying. Prostitutes don't use real names. My real name is Du Xiaojing, and I live in a rural area on the outskirts of City A, more than 200 kilometers from here. If you hadn't saved me that time, my life would have been over. That's why I thought of coming back to bring you a coat and sportswear. After I went back that day, I contacted my aunt, and she helped me get into a nursing training program. My job is secured, but I'm most grateful to you. I want to be friends with you. You won't mind, will you?" I thought for a moment and said, "I've given you my virginity. What's there to disagree with?" After hearing this, she immediately pushed me onto the bed and began kissing me passionately.

That night, she stayed at my place again, and we could openly and properly enjoy the most sacred game of mankind. During sex, she told me that she had never actually taken a client before. Her last visit here, which could be considered her first time, was when the boss tricked her into agreeing to pay a thousand yuan for her first time. She had agreed because she was worried about not having money to treat her mother's illness. However, she had just taken off her clothes with a fat man, and before he could even make a move, something happened. She had never experienced anything like this before and ran away as fast as she could. For the other prostitutes, this kind of thing was already commonplace. Since the clients were punished, not the prostitutes, there was no need to run away. Later, I heard that someone had tipped off the perpetrators. That night, the police confiscated the pager and cell phone numbers of all the clients that Ms. Su had collected, and then called them one by one. All forty-odd clients were caught, and each was fined two thousand yuan – a real windfall!

She also told me that seeing me save her that time was like escaping death. For her, repaying me with her body was only natural, which is why she gave me her virginity, which could have earned her a thousand yuan, and was able to bravely and proactively have sex with me, giving me her first time. Although I didn't quite believe her story, I was genuinely in love with her now. We no longer had to make love in fear. That night, we made love again and again until she told me that her lower abdomen was too sore from my thrusting. She was unwilling to tell me about her experiences as a prostitute. Although she wasn't deflowered by any clients, she suffered no shortage of humiliation at their hands. Even without penetration, almost every part of her body became a tool for their amusement. Often, several women would be stripped naked and frolicking with several men in a room. I listened to her stories with great interest, and whenever she got to the most exciting parts, I would ravage her vagina until she begged for mercy.

It was late at night, but we weren't tired at all. I then realized that Du Xiaojing was an extremely beautiful girl. Although she was very thin, her breasts and vulva were unusually full. Her sparse pubic hair revealed her tightly closed labia majora, and her long, slender thighs couldn't hide the alluring shape of her thick labia. I inserted my fingers into the girl's deeply recessed vaginal opening, trying to find her hymen, a symbol of female chastity, but she cried out in pain. I mocked her for putting on airs, but she said that I was her lover, not a client. If she were a client, she would have to endure it, but if she were her lover, of course she would cry out in pain. I was a little indignant, and pretending to be angry, I said, "Then I'll be a customer for once." With that, I pinned her down on the bed and thrust into her forcefully. No matter how much she struggled, it was useless. After I finished, she jumped up and said, "Pay me!" I replied, "I have a monthly pass; we'll settle at the end of the month."

Not long after, she took me to meet her aunt, and our relationship was officially established. We agreed to get married six months after she started working. So, I've found a prostitute to be my wife. Will you all laugh at me? Anyway, no matter what anyone says, I'm determined to marry her. Whether she's worth it or not is up to me to decide.

After graduating from high school, I was so bad at academic subjects that I only got into a vocational technical college. I studied there for two years and that was it. I got a job at a trading company under the Bureau of Materials through connections. I've never been a hard worker, so spending my days leisurely strolling around there was quite relaxing. Not long after starting work, my ping-pong skills unexpectedly came in handy. Shortly after I started, the city's labor union held a ping-pong tournament for its employees. Someone must have revealed that I'd been playing ping-pong since I was a child, because the materials bureau immediately borrowed me. Once I got on the court, I easily outmaneuvered even the retired professional players with my topspin shots. I scored two points in every match, and the team leader quickly moved me from the third singles position to the first singles position. After several matches, I only lost three games, all of which were insignificant. The reason I let them go was because the team leader had me deliberately let them go, so that I could avoid facing a strong team in the next match.

Later, when it came to the singles, I refused to give an inch and fought my way up to the final. It wasn't until the final that I learned my opponent was a former teammate from my sports school days. He had already made it to the provincial team and was now a highly skilled player specially borrowed by the bureau. Of course, I couldn't beat him, but when I told the team leader, he immediately reported me to the organizing committee. I won without a fight. The audience, however, missed the most intense final match. Although I won the city-wide singles championship in this way, my fame spread throughout the entire bureau. Ironically, the bureau's first deputy director was a die-hard table tennis fan who had even beaten the eighth-ranked department-level cadre in the city. After discovering my talent, he immediately suggested to the director that I be transferred to the bureau's labor union to specifically oversee mass sports work and concurrently manage security.

And so, thanks to my table tennis skills, I was transferred from a grassroots unit to the Materials Bureau last year. Originally, I wanted to make a living from table tennis, but unfortunately, there were just too many kids training in it. Later, I became a sparring partner for the coach's son. He managed to get into the provincial team through connections, but I simply couldn't reach that level. It was too late to focus on my academics now, and I ended up becoming a physically gifted but intellectually challenged athlete. However, because I spent every day practicing with the coach's son, my skills improved rapidly, which is one of the reasons I was able to achieve good results in city-wide competitions. Being transferred to the Materials Bureau's trade union this time, I guess, means my table tennis training wasn't in vain.

The office building of the Materials Bureau is a building from the Cultural Revolution. Although the building is small, its location in the bustling city center has long attracted people who want to make money from it. Unfortunately, the higher authorities manage our department too strictly, and no matter how much influence we have, we can't rent it. Last autumn, a boss named Li with some connections took a fancy to the air-raid shelter downstairs. It was built during the era of digging deep tunnels and storing grain, and its area is about the same as the floor above, just a bit damp. This far-sighted boss asked a powerful person and a leader in his unit to put in a word, and it actually worked out. Mr. Li paid the unit 50,000 yuan in rent annually, with utilities charged separately. The entrance was located at the back of the building, so it wouldn't interfere with the office work. After the agreement was reached, Mr. Li immediately began renovations. When he was almost ready to open, we discovered he was running a sauna. Our supervisor secretly groaned, fearing the owner would flood the building and cause it to collapse. But when it opened, there were no bathhouses or anything like that; only two showerheads. We were all puzzled. What was Mr. Li up to?

After a burst of firecrackers, the Dafuhao Sauna and Bath Center officially opened. My office is upstairs in the center. Every day, I can stand in the corridor and glance out the back window to see everything. Because we're preparing for the provincial bureau's annual inspection these days, we'll be working late again, checking all the rules, regulations, and accounts ourselves. Just as we were about to finish work and go home, I glanced down and saw a bustling scene below, a neat row of cars—business was booming! The lights in front of the center weren't bright, but under the dim neon lights, one after another, fat, burping customers walked into the center. There was no music, no welcoming or farewell calls; it was quiet inside, as if no one was there. I guessed they must be doing some kind of sleptomania. Because the police and government offices didn't use the same main gate, almost no one knew what happened afterward. They only vaguely heard that it was a place to support prostitutes and entertain clients. These girls never came out during the day, and the place was practically deserted during the day, only becoming lively after nine o'clock.

The 50,000 yuan in income, after deducting welfare subsidies for staff, was all used to build a table tennis team. Our bureau's men's team wasn't particularly outstanding, but the women's team had several members from the provincial youth team who consistently achieved good results in city-level competitions. This was mainly thanks to our deputy director, a table tennis enthusiast who valued talent and gathered these table tennis masters from various corners of the country. After I was transferred to the bureau's labor union, the specific work fell to me. I immediately went to the provincial capital to purchase sportswear and table tennis shoes for the athletes, preparing them for the next competition. We also set up a table tennis activity room inside the bureau building. The daily training sessions put my skills to good use, which lifted my spirits and made the time fly by. Before I knew it, winter was here, and I was completely oblivious to the outside world. The office was also quiet; the few of us male staff members took turns on duty once a month, living in our own offices, sleeping at night and continuing to work in the morning. On Christmas night, it happened to be my shift. It was snowing outside, there weren't many pedestrians on the road, and the streetlights were off. I watched the carnival program that I had recorded the night before for a while, and then I felt a little sleepy, so I made up my bed and prepared to go to sleep. My office was on the second floor, with a corridor to the north and offices to the south. Suddenly, I noticed a figure peeking out of the south-facing window. It looked like a girl. She was anxiously knocking on the window. I quickly opened the window, and a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in. Before I could open my eyes again, a small, thin girl jumped in through the window. She buried her head in my blankets, shivering and not saying a word. I immediately closed the window and went back to the bed, wanting to lift the covers to see what kind of girl was so bold as to jump in from the second-floor window. But she absolutely refused to let me lift the covers. I went back to the window to see how she had climbed up. Opening the window, I realized her route. It turned out that our building had iron railings protruding from the first floor, and a long platform on the second floor. She had climbed up the railings to the platform, then slowly moved to my window and beckoned me to open it before coming in. What a female thief! I went back to her side, about to ask her something, when I suddenly heard a commotion downstairs to the north. I wondered what had happened.

I opened the door and went down into the hallway to look down. The first thing I saw was a police car, its flashing lights on the roof extremely conspicuous. Someone was urging us to get in quickly. That's when I realized what was happening at the sauna and bathhouse below. It turned out the police were conducting a raid on prostitution. One by one, the prostitutes and their clients were being led into the police car with their heads down. And below, someone was shouting: "Search thoroughly, don't let a single one escape!" Thinking about the girl in my office, I quickly went back inside. The girl was trembling even more violently in bed. She cautiously peeked out, casting a pleading look at me. I could see the fear in her terrifying eyes. I told her the police car had already left, and she shouldn't worry. I observed that her emotions gradually calmed down, and I began to wonder how she had climbed from the first floor to my room. She quietly told me that she had jumped out of the small window leading from the basement to the first-floor bathroom. No one else could squeeze through that window because it was too small, and there seemed to be barbed wire above it. She tried to escape through the back door, but found that the iron gate to the front yard was impassable. In a moment of inspiration, she risked climbing onto the protruding platform on the second floor and tried to open each window from there, but none of them would open. When she saw the light in my room, she slowly made her way over and begged me to open the window and let her in. After hearing her escape story, I immediately understood her identity and felt a surge of disgust towards her. I really wanted to hand her over to the police immediately. But when I looked closely at her appearance in my bed, I gasped. She was lying there completely naked! She had just climbed up the iron fence naked! How brave! Now, everything was clear. She had been trapped in the room while sleeping with a client. The embarrassment she must have felt was unimaginable. And for her to escape naked through the back window was truly a desperate act.

I turned my back, pondering how to deal with the runaway girl in front of me. My mind was in complete turmoil. I thought, "Why am I having such bad luck today? Why did this have to happen?" Should I tell her to get out immediately? She wasn't dressed, and she couldn't even explain herself clearly. But what kind of situation would it be to keep her in my room? I couldn't bear to kick her out, but I couldn't arrange for her to stay. Just as I was in this dilemma, the girl spoke up: "Brother, you saved me today, and I'll definitely repay you. Just let me stay here for one night; no one will know. I'll definitely leave tomorrow morning and won't cause you any trouble." Looking into her large, teary eyes, my heart softened. I thought for a moment and said to her, "You can sleep in this room tonight. But if the police come to search later, don't say I hid you here." She nodded. I prepared to go out and see which room door I could pry open so I could spend the night there. But even though I had a magnetic card in my hand, I couldn't open a single office door as I walked from one end of the corridor to the other. It was Sunday, and all the doors were locked. Having no other options, I returned to the room. The girl seemed to have calmed down and was sleeping soundly in my bed. It was already past 1 a.m. The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier, accompanied by a biting wind that rattled against the windowpanes.

I sat wearily at my desk, pondering my next move. When I was so tense, I hadn't noticed how cold the room was, but now that I was calm, I felt chilly. I took my coat from the hanger and put it on, which warmed me up a little, but sleepiness washed over me again. Looking at the young girl sleeping soundly, a feeling of pity welled up inside me. These poor girls, coming from the countryside to work in the sex trade, not only disrupting public order but also suffering the abuse of their clients—how pitiful! If she hadn't managed to grab the iron railing, she probably wouldn't be sleeping here. I stepped out of the office and looked down. It was pitch black outside. The neon lights that usually stayed on until dawn were off. The silent building was completely still, with only the occasional car speeding by in the swirling snowflakes. I felt the chill of the night even more intensely, so I quickly wrapped my coat tighter around myself and went back into the office. The little girl was still fast asleep. Perhaps she had suddenly heard the noise, because she sat up abruptly from her bed and asked me anxiously, "Did the car outside come back again?" Just then, I suddenly noticed her full breasts. She realized I was staring at her and instinctively covered her chest with her hands. I gestured for her to lie down, but she said, "It's too cold on the floor. Come sit on the bed. You have an electric blanket; it's warm." I walked over as if possessed. She shifted to make room for me, and the moment my bottom touched the bed, I felt warm all over. I took off my coat and covered myself with it, then half-reclined next to the girl.

The little girl nestled against me, seemingly trusting me completely. She seemed to have recovered and chatted with me warmly. She told me that she wasn't originally a prostitute here; the landlady had borrowed her from her own boss. Seven or eight customers suddenly arrived, and the place didn't have enough girls. To make money, the landlady borrowed girls from elsewhere. But as soon as they took off their clothes, the police blocked the entrance. If it weren't for her... I managed to escape in a moment of quick thinking. I was being interrogated at the criminal investigation team. Perhaps it was an occupational hazard, but while the little girl was chatting with me, she gently stroked my inner thighs with both hands. My heart started pounding. She gestured for me to turn off the light, and I got out of bed and did as she asked. When I returned to bed, she pulled back the covers and made me lie down in the bed with her. Just as I was hesitating, she reached out and pulled me in. I had no choice but to lie down next to her naked body. She pressed herself tightly against me, her hand caressing my sensitive areas. I became even more nervous. In the darkness, I touched the girl's full breasts. Just as I was about to move away, her hand pressed down on mine. It was the first time in my life that my hand had touched that spot on a girl. A warm current traveled from my hand all the way down to my lower abdomen, and her gentle little hand was right there. I felt it gradually become erect under the girl's caresses. The girl skillfully pulled my hard penis out of my pants and started playing with it.

My heart trembled, my emotions surged, and an uncontrollable desire burned within me. As if guessing my thoughts, she crawled out of bed, naked, and embraced me, guiding my penis into her warm vagina. She moved up and down incessantly, and the scenes I had seen in pornographic videos were now unfolding on my own body. I felt a surge of pleasure coursing through my body. Her lips pressed against mine, and we kissed. I'd done this before with a girl I was dating in high school, but now I was kissing a prostitute—it was absurd! Her kisses escalated, her tongue disappearing into my mouth. I felt a wave of relief; the semen I usually relieved myself with masturbation was now deep inside her. She sensed my release and immediately went back to bed. And just like that, I had my first time having sex, all in a blur. The girl seemed to breathe a sigh of relief too. After a while, she said softly, "Take off your clothes and sleep with me. What's there to be shy about now?" At this point, I had no other choice but to take off all my clothes and crawl into bed. We snuggled together and fell asleep, since it was almost dawn anyway.

I was awakened by the roar of cars outside the window in the morning, but she was still fast asleep in my arms. I pulled my arm away, got out of bed, turned on the light, and started getting dressed. But I was worried about how she would get up and walk. She had run out naked, and now I was wondering where to find girls' clothes for her. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a brilliant idea formed in my mind. I still had a set of sportswear and sneakers that I had bought for the female team members in the provincial capital a few days ago. They were locked in my roll-up cabinet. They were for a girl who loved table tennis and was my future girlfriend. It seemed that this was the only thing I could do today.

I immediately went to the warehouse and found the tracksuit and sneakers. They might be a bit big for her, though, because the girl was a bit fuller than the little girl in front of me. When I returned to her with the clothes and sneakers, she was huddled under the covers, looking worried. Suddenly seeing me bring her the clothes, she jumped up from the bed with joy. She hugged and kissed me first, then started trying them on. Sure enough, they were a little too big for her, but at least she wouldn't have to leave the house naked. The shoes fit her well. After she was dressed, I handed her the army coat. It looked ridiculous on her, like a long gown, but it made all the difference. I found the key to the front door and prepared to see her out. As I was leaving, I slipped a fifty-yuan bill into her hand, half-jokingly saying, "You kept me company last night, so I have to give you a tip." She angrily threw the money back at me, so I quickly changed my tune, saying, "Consider it a loan, okay? You'll need a taxi later, so you can pay me back." She hesitated for a moment, then put the money in her coat pocket. As she was about to leave, I felt a pang of loss. She sensed my disappointment, stood on tiptoe, hugged my neck, and kissed me passionately, her eyes brimming with tears, saying, "I'll come see you when I get back. I don't want to do this anymore; it's too scary. If I had died yesterday, my mom wouldn't even know. I want to go back to school, or do something else, but I'll never be a prostitute again." I nodded, agreeing with her.

Everything was ready, and we crept downstairs quietly in the dark. I pushed open the office building's main door; the snow outside was heavy. We waded through the deep snow to the door, and I took out the key to open the heavy iron door. I shoved it open a crack, and she slipped out sideways, gradually disappearing into the white snow.

I hurried back inside to tidy up my room because the ping-pong team members would be coming to play soon. Sure enough, just as I finished tidying up, a few die-hard ping-pong fans came in from outside, laughing and joking. I quickly opened the ping-pong room for them to train, while I myself felt a little drowsy. I had only slept for less than an hour last night, and now I was really sleepy. I made an excuse that I had a bit of a cold, went back to my office, and slept until noon.

The Grand Fortune Sauna and Bath Center downstairs was completely shut down. Owner Li lost money and begged the bureau to refund some of his rent. The bureau chief, considering his powerful connections, refunded him 20,000 yuan. That night, the place returned to silence, and I could finally get a good night's sleep during my shift. As time went by, I gradually forgot about the girl who had run into my room. Winter

passed and came back, everything revived, and the days gradually warmed up. To prepare for the provincial materials system's table tennis competition, we trained tirelessly every day. My topspin shots became increasingly spun, and I was determined to win the provincial government's singles championship. This day, it was my turn to be on duty again, so I used the evening to practice my serves. After dinner, I was practicing table tennis with a friend when a familiar voice came from outside the door. I peeked out and saw the little girl who had run away from here a few months ago, standing there with a package in her hand. I tensed up for a moment and said to her, "Wait for me in the office for a bit, I'll be right back." I quickly walked to the door, and she opened it and went inside. I went back to the table tennis room to continue practicing. An hour later, my friend reminded me that I had a guest waiting for me. I realized what was going on and quickly told him to go home so I could talk to a friend. He seemed to have guessed what was happening and immediately packed his things and left. Our security guard lives nearby and often stops coming when he sees someone from the bureau. Anyway, he's the bureau chief's father-in-law, someone no one can afford to offend. If he hadn't been absent from his post again last time, he would have already spread the word about me taking in a prostitute.

I returned to the room and found the little girl engrossed in watching TV, oblivious to my presence. She only noticed me when I approached. Seeing my sweaty appearance, she quickly handed me a towel to wipe my brow. I took it, dipped it in the water in the basin, wrung it out, and then used it to wipe my face. She watched me excitedly. Feeling a little embarrassed by my bare chest, she insisted on wiping my back. I reluctantly placed the towel in her hand, and she carefully dried me, saying, "You didn't expect me to come looking for you, did you?" I replied, "Yes, I did. You owe me clothes." The little girl said, "If I hadn't returned them, you wouldn't have been able to find me." I said, "I never wanted them in the first place." The young girl said sadly, "You think I'm dirty, don't you? How could you take anything I've used? In your eyes, I'll always be a prostitute." I sensed her emotions and immediately smiled broadly, saying, "That's not what I meant. I thought you went home to school." Her sadness turned to joy. Just as I was about to turn away, she hugged my neck and kissed me hard. A little awkwardly, I asked, "Are you still doing that kind of work?"

She replied, "I stopped after that day. I got a job in the hospital's nursing program through connections, and I'm already interning in the wards. From now on, I'll be a nurse." Looking at her radiant face, I was truly happy for her, and a special feeling rose from the depths of my heart. I said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Shall we go eat together?" She nodded in agreement. We had dinner at a hotel not far from the building. After returning to the office, she sat on my bed and said, "I told you my name was Wenwen last time, but I was lying. Prostitutes don't use real names. My real name is Du Xiaojing, and I live in a rural area on the outskirts of City A, more than 200 kilometers from here. If you hadn't saved me that time, my life would have been over. That's why I thought of coming back to bring you a coat and sportswear. After I went back that day, I contacted my aunt, and she helped me get into a nursing training program. My job is secured, but I'm most grateful to you. I want to be friends with you. You won't mind, will you?" I thought for a moment and said, "I've given you my virginity. What's there to disagree with?" After hearing this, she immediately pushed me onto the bed and began kissing me passionately.

That night, she stayed at my place again, and we could openly and properly enjoy the most sacred game of mankind. During sex, she told me that she had never actually taken a client before. Her last visit here, which could be considered her first time, was when the boss tricked her into agreeing to pay a thousand yuan for her first time. She had agreed because she was worried about not having money to treat her mother's illness. However, she had just taken off her clothes with a fat man, and before he could even make a move, something happened. She had never experienced anything like this before and ran away as fast as she could. For the other prostitutes, this kind of thing was already commonplace. Since the clients were punished, not the prostitutes, there was no need to run away. Later, I heard that someone had tipped off the perpetrators. That night, the police confiscated the pager and cell phone numbers of all the clients that Ms. Su had collected, and then called them one by one. All forty-odd clients were caught, and each was fined two thousand yuan – a real windfall!

She also told me that seeing me save her that time was like escaping death. For her, repaying me with her body was only natural, which is why she gave me her virginity, which could have earned her a thousand yuan, and was able to bravely and proactively have sex with me, giving me her first time. Although I didn't quite believe her story, I was genuinely in love with her now. We no longer had to make love in fear. That night, we made love again and again until she told me that her lower abdomen was too sore from my thrusting. She was unwilling to tell me about her experiences as a prostitute. Although she wasn't deflowered by any clients, she suffered no shortage of humiliation at their hands. Even without penetration, almost every part of her body became a tool for their amusement. Often, several women would be stripped naked and frolicking with several men in a room. I listened to her stories with great interest, and whenever she got to the most exciting parts, I would ravage her vagina until she begged for mercy.

It was late at night, but we weren't tired at all. I then realized that Du Xiaojing was an extremely beautiful girl. Although she was very thin, her breasts and vulva were unusually full. Her sparse pubic hair revealed her tightly closed labia majora, and her long, slender thighs couldn't hide the alluring shape of her thick labia. I inserted my fingers into the girl's deeply recessed vaginal opening, trying to find her hymen, a symbol of female chastity, but she cried out in pain. I mocked her for putting on airs, but she said that I was her lover, not a client. If she were a client, she would have to endure it, but if she were her lover, of course she would cry out in pain. I was a little indignant, and pretending to be angry, I said, "Then I'll be a customer for once." With that, I pinned her down on the bed and thrust into her forcefully. No matter how much she struggled, it was useless. After I finished, she jumped up and said, "Pay me!" I replied, "I have a monthly pass; we'll settle at the end of the month."

Not long after, she took me to meet her aunt, and our relationship was officially established. We agreed to get married six months after she started working. So, I've found a prostitute to be my wife. Will you all laugh at me? Anyway, no matter what anyone says, I'm determined to marry her. Whether she's worth it or not is up to me to decide.

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