Brief-time cousins sharing a husband

I. It turns out I was a handsome guy.

Ten years ago, I was 23 years old and had just graduated from a dubious electrical engineering college. Driven by a dream of venturing out into the world, I left my hometown to work at a long-established state-owned fertilizer factory in Shanxi, over 2,000 miles away. I was tired of everything in my hometown and just wanted to experience a completely new world.

Although the fertilizer factory didn't provide food or lodging, the probationary period was short, and with frequent overtime, I could earn about 25,000 yuan a year, which seemed pretty good to me. After all, I didn't have a high level of education and my family wasn't wealthy; having such a job was already a blessing.

Because food and lodging weren't provided, my first priority was finding affordable housing.

Fortunately, the area nearby was a factory district with many migrant workers; the population was diverse, but this also meant there were many private houses available for rent. The rental agent and I had a pleasant chat, and he said he'd give me some benefits, so I moved into a private dormitory full of single young female factory workers.

The dormitory was only three kilometers from my workplace, a little over half an hour's walk. My room was very cheap, only fifty yuan a month. The only downside was there was no hot water for showers, and utilities were extra.

Not long after I moved in, one evening, three or four girls, blushing, knocked on my door. When they saw me come out, they chuckled. They asked if I wanted to share meals, saying it would save money and we could eat more.

I agreed, of course.

Actually, I have very low demands for food, clothing, and shelter; I only eat two vegetarian steamed buns every night, which isn't particularly miserable in my eyes, but I was lonely. Arriving in a new place, unfamiliar with everyone and everything, suffering from the change in environment and unable to speak the local dialect, I always felt empty at night. If I could share meals, maybe I could at least chat with some girls, which would be nice.

This private apartment had seven or eight rooms rented out, and apart from me, they were all girls in their teens to their early twenties. And they were all quite attractive; even the least attractive was at least a 60 out of 100. Looking back now, I was incredibly lucky.

Since it was sharing meals, it was all about who could afford it and who could contribute their time and effort. We did some quick calculations: an average of thirty-eight meals a month, since there were three meals on Saturdays and Sundays. Twenty yuan per meal was enough to eat very well, so out of the seven hundred and sixty yuan, I contributed two hundred, plus the cost of changing the gas cylinder. It seems like I got the short end of the stick, but it doesn't matter; money is meant to be spent. I

'm so happy, really happy. A few girls and I are huddled around a small table, eating and chatting about food prices; we're like family. This simple life makes me feel incredibly fulfilled, but the restlessness in my body at night is constantly stimulating me.

Finally, one day, I knocked on a girl's door and asked if we could be friends.

This girl's surname is Long; I can't say her full name, so let's just call her Long Mei. She's 150cm tall, has small tiger teeth, and fair skin. She has a B-cup, a perky butt, and a cute face—the kind of small but perfectly proportioned

woman. Seeing my breathing getting heavier, she pulled me into the room and placed my hand on her chest. The girl told me she left her hometown to work here, and had broken up with her boyfriend almost a year ago, missing men terribly.

Without a boyfriend, we started having sex. We quickly showered and immediately got to work.

I squeezed her buttocks and rubbed them back and forth, and she wasn't to be outdone, stroking my penis with her small hands. We caressed each other and quickly got aroused; I got hard, and she got wet. We

started in the missionary position, and she orgasmed almost immediately after penetration, even shedding tears. She said she missed penises so much. I asked her if mine was bigger or her ex-boyfriend's. She was honest, giving me an answer that didn't quite satisfy me. I brought her to orgasm three times in that position, and then she said it was her turn.

Okay, I liked it; a hardworking girl is a good girl.

Longmei started playing the "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus Position" game. She was fine on her own, but if I followed suit, she'd quickly roll her eyes in pain. Apparently, she had a pre-protruding uterus and a sensitive cervix; any contact with my penis would cause her excruciating pain. I truly couldn't understand how her ex-boyfriend with his huge penis had managed to hold back.

So, our sex positions were reduced to the most traditional missionary position. But it felt good; her small stature and youthful appearance made me feel like I was having sex with her—very exciting.

The next evening at dinner, Longmei grabbed my arm and announced to the other girls, "This handsome guy is mine, you can't take him!"

At the time, I was very young, 181cm tall, strong, with four-pack abs, weighing 78kg, and my face somewhat resembled a young Ti Lung. Moreover, my skin was incredibly fair and delicate; many girls with meticulously cared-for skin were far inferior to mine. This appearance caused me a lot of trouble growing up. In kindergarten, my mom often made me wear skirts for photos to amuse herself; in elementary school, my classmates often laughed at me, saying I looked like a transvestite; in middle school, they stopped laughing because if they did, I'd punch them in the face; in college… well, let's not go there.

It's strange; I never thought of myself as handsome before, but suddenly I understood many things I couldn't comprehend before. Why so many boys and girls inexplicably hated me; why women were so easy to get; why mature women were willing to have sex with me… it was all just because of this appearance.

I wasn't happy at all; I'm not a vibrator!

II. I want to sleep with your cousin

. When the body is too easily obtained, the feelings are often easily discarded.

I quickly grew tired of Long Mei. On one hand, her pre-existing uterus made me lose interest; on the other hand, she often flaunted our relationship in front of her friends and coworkers, slipping me photos of herself in my wallet, which made me very uncomfortable.

My view of women is simply that they're for casual sex, nothing more. This is probably a habit I developed in school, and besides, there are many pretty girls around, I didn't want to be tied down by Long Mei like a dog marking its territory.

Then I met her cousin, who lived in another private house within fifty meters of my rented place.

The first time I saw her, she was lying in bed sick, and Long Mei asked me to bring her medicine. I was immediately struck by her beauty. Long Mei's cousin's surname was Zhang, and her given name sounded like Tingting. Her bust was much larger than her cousin's, a C-cup, and very firm. She was two years older than me, 26, but her skin was incredibly fair, even fairer than mine. Fair skin hides a multitude of flaws; even the faint freckles on her cheeks seemed to possess a certain charm. Most importantly, she was 162cm tall, so her vagina probably wasn't as short as her cousin's.

That night, after having sex with Longmei, I bluntly told her, "I want to sleep with your cousin. Either you agree to let me stay, or you refuse and I leave."

Looking back now, that behavior was incredibly scumbag. Sigh, I was so reckless and didn't take girls seriously enough, thinking I could get away with it by coercion. Now I desperately want to travel back in time and tell my past self how foolish I was, but that's impossible now.

Longmei cried, and I realized that her heart was more resolute than I had imagined. She told me, "I misjudged you. Since you've already thought this way, there's no point in continuing. Let's break up. You can go after my cousin."

I regretted it.

Although Longmei made me uncomfortable in bed, at least she liked me. Because she liked me, I suddenly felt that I actually liked her too. It sounds a bit convoluted, but that's how it was.

But no matter how I tried to persuade her, Longmei packed her bags and moved to another private place that night. I felt terrible. But the image of her cousin, Zhang Tingting, kept flashing before my eyes, and physical desire once again overwhelmed my feelings.

I admit, being indecisive has always been a common problem of mine, and it wasn't until several years later that I improved a little.

Longmei's cousin, Zhang Tingting, quickly found out that I had dumped her. She kept texting me, telling me how kind and innocent her cousin was, and asking why I had dumped her. "

Because I wanted to sleep with you," I quickly and subtly conveyed.

Zhang Tingting then started avoiding me.

She ignored me during meals, avoided me after we met, and when she did talk to me, it was always about her poor cousin, making me feel like a tiger trying to eat a turtle—completely helpless.

But fate was kind to me; Zhang Tingting soon fell ill.

A rented room for fifty yuan a month couldn't be very nice, and it was already autumn, yet she dared to take cold showers—that was ruthless.

Female friendships are incredibly fragile. Perhaps because Zhang Tingting was pretty, no one cared for her in bed. I wanted to help, but she remained wary of me, so she called her cousin—Sister Liu—to look after her.

Sister Liu had been a womanizer in her youth, and at her peak, she was a supervisor at a bathhouse. Although eleven years older than me, she had a very elegant air about her—the kind of air that makes you want to believe even when you know she's lying.
Thirdly, let me teach you something.

I've always liked female con artists. Even knowing they're just playing with me, I still fall for them. Sometimes, looking back, I think it's because they ignore my appearance. In a way, that's part of their charm.

Humans are so fickle. Rich young men fall for women who don't care about money, and handsome men fall for girls who don't care about looks. But on the other hand, maybe women don't care about money just because they're lustful, and girls don't care about looks just because they're greedy. The

moment I saw Sister Liu, I cut all the time and budget I had for pursuing Zhang Tingting, and followed Sister Liu around like a little follower.

Frankly, Sister Liu is thirty-five, and her figure has already developed the fullness of a mature woman; her waist is starting to bulge with fat. But she was alluring and seductive; often, just a glance or a gesture would leave me speechless—or rather, feigning it. I knew she was secretly delighted by her teasing; nothing could arouse a woman's pleasure more than teasing a young boy.

I deliberately lowered my IQ to quickly savor Sister Liu's charms. She was like a ripe cherry; I had already plucked her and was just waiting to taste her.

The opportunity came quickly. Zhang Tingting's illness was cured—it was just a cold—and Sister Liu said she was leaving the next day. That evening, I bought her a whole poached chicken, several bottles of beer, and a pack of Yunyan cigarettes as a farewell gift.

Sister Liu ate with relish, and her gaze towards me became increasingly alluring. Finally, she whispered in my ear, "Handsome young man, have you ever tasted a woman's pleasure?"

The smoke rings Liu exhaled covered my face, and I blushed, holding my breath. Then, pretending to boast, I said, "Of course, I have a lot of experience."

Liu grinned mischievously and rubbed her chest against me, asking, "How many holes does a woman have down there?"

I said, "One, of course! No, two!"

This made her giggle, and then she told me, "I'll come teach you tonight, don't close the door."

I waited in bed until after 11 pm, and finally saw a figure sneak in. She covered my mouth and whispered, "Don't shout, or people will find out, and that won't be good." Don't worry, it definitely won't be me shouting. Sister Liu was good at being lazy. She lay flat on the bed, legs together, and gestured for me to press down on her. Then she grabbed my hard penis and shoved it into her vagina. Sister Liu's vulva was positioned quite far forward. After I brought her to orgasm, she crossed her legs and squeezed them inward forcefully. Her vagina became very tight; I knew this must be her signature move in the pleasure quarters. I estimated that an average man would be drained of his essence by her using this technique in ten minutes at most, but she had chosen the wrong target. I was determined to completely fuck her until she was exhausted. Since she was leaving tomorrow, I had to have my fill to make it worthwhile.

We fucked for eight hours straight.

The look in Sister Liu's eyes shifted from shock to tenderness to pleading. I'd lost count of how many times she'd climaxed, probably over thirty. Her signature move, the "leg entanglement," was always re-entangled by me after she let go. My penis was swollen and red, my back ached, my legs were numb, and my sweat soaked the sheets, but I didn't care. The thrill of conquest outweighed the physical exhaustion.

We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, in the early morning. The sheets were damp, so we pulled them off and slept directly on the mattress. We hugged each other, Sister Liu's makeup completely smudged with sweat. She called me "Little Greedy," and I called her "Bad Sister."

I had completely fallen for Sister Liu.

There are generally two reasons why a man might fall in love with a woman: 1. He's attracted to her but hasn't yet had her; 2. His lust and desire for conquest are completely satisfied by the woman.

I clearly belong to the second type. As a man who's slow to ejaculate, very few women can satisfy me. Before meeting Sister Liu, I only encountered one, the vixen "Big Bitch" from high school. Unfortunately, she was terrified of me and ran away.

Although Sister Liu was begging me to let her go in bed, her vagina was still contracting and squeezing in waves. Little liar, but I liked it. Sister

Liu told me that once her hemorrhoids were cured, she would even give me her anus, letting me play with every hole in her body. I was very moved; my liking for her turned into love, even though I felt she was lying to me, I just liked hearing it. Sigh, what a mess...

But then, things took an unexpected turn.

A few minutes later, Sister Liu's phone rang. Her cousin, Zhang Tingting, had been in a car accident. She was stunned, and so was I. This is fucking a cruel joke on us.

IV. You've Actually Been Good to Me

Zhang Tingting was having a really tough time. She'd just recovered from an illness and excitedly went to visit her friends.

One of her friends borrowed a Santana from another, and together with yet another friend, the three girls drove to Taiyuan.

The female driver's driving skills were... well, anyway, they ended up rear-ending each other. The girls in the driver's and passenger's seats were fine because they were wearing seatbelts, but Zhang Tingting wasn't. Her two front teeth hit the front seat and fell out. She also got a scar on the middle of her forehead. She was disfigured, but no one would compensate her. The driver wasn't the owner, and the owner wasn't driving. She was in a terrible situation.

All her friends disappeared when money was mentioned, but she gained a bunch of new friends.

Laughing at someone's misfortune is a long-standing tradition in China. Many female workers came to see the huge black hole in her mouth, their words, though carefully concealed, couldn't hide the underlying "you've finally met your match."

Sister Liu went back; her leave was over, and she'd spent almost all her money. She had to go back to earn more. Before leaving, she asked me to look after her cousin, Zhang Tingting, instructing me that it didn't matter if I ended up in bed with her, since she'd already figured out I was a man who couldn't stand being alone.

I earnestly told her that no matter how obedient my penis was, I would never let her cousin suffer.

I had no money, but I could work overtime.

I worked almost every day for a month without a break, juggling afternoon and night shifts. My colleagues were kind enough not to compete with me. But the price of the two porcelain veneers still made me shudder—several thousand yuan! I only had less than three hundred yuan left.

Although the veneers were done, the scar on her forehead wouldn't go away, and Zhang Tingting became much more depressed. She often didn't even eat dinner at night, just hiding in her room, sleeping and spacing out. I always brought her some simple food. There was no way around it; I had no money.

One day, Zhang Tingting suddenly smiled and said to me, "Brother Ming, you're actually quite good to me."

Calling me "Brother Ming" would be more appropriate; she's two years older than me. I knew she was upset, so I told her I'd take her for a walk today, and she'd feel better afterward.

After we finished some tofu pudding together, I took her to the largest hospital nearby. It was Sunday, and the hospital was packed. You wouldn't believe how many people are sick and injured unless you go to a hospital. There were children, young people, middle-aged people, elderly people, and disabled people. Their faces were hurried; they were all rushing to register, see a doctor, get medication, and be admitted to the hospital. No one wanted to waste a second; they were racing against time, trying their best to get out of the hospital as quickly as possible.

I then took Zhang Tingting to a nearby Zen temple. There were many female patients with late-stage cancer there, wearing black coats and desperately praying to the illusory Buddha for a better life. They had already lost all hope of survival.

I hugged Zhang Tingting from behind and asked her, "How about we make love tonight? That will make you happy."

She agreed.

That evening, after several brief encounters, we confirmed our positions. Initially, Zhang Tingting, out of shyness and not wanting me to see the scar on her forehead, chose the paparazzi position. However, she also had a pre-protruding uterus, so it hurt her when I was aroused.

We made love joyfully in the side-lying position. Her skin was very fair, and so was mine. Our arms were intertwined, incredibly harmonious.

I discovered her favorite position: the lotus position. She could reach orgasm quickly in this position. This showed that Zhang Tingting was a girl who liked to be in control; our relationship probably wouldn't last. But I didn't care about the future; with beauty before me, enjoying myself was the only way. We were intertwined, slowly writhing like worms. I rubbed her snowy buttocks with my hands, occasionally tracing figure-eight shapes on her cheeks with my fingers, causing her to tremble.

She said, "Why do you have sex with my cousin? She's so much older than you."
V. Parental Assistance

As for Zhang Tingting's question, I didn't answer truthfully.

Should I say that I just wanted to experience as many women as possible? Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I wasn't very picky about women when I was young, as long as they had a hole...

I've also said that I'm a delayed ejaculator, so delayed that I often need to be very willing to ejaculate, and the woman's arousal skills must be maxed out, plus her lower body must be tight for me to feel pleasure. That's why I enjoy constantly hunting for girls. It's like a customer picking out a watermelon at a fruit shop, tapping the rind repeatedly with their fingers to find the best one.

Having sex with girls is often free. But maintaining a relationship is different. Shopping, eating out, buying emergency contraception—all of these cost money.

I was basically working overtime non-stop, and my colleagues started to have more complaints. I was also a bit annoyed. Why do some girls always relentlessly squeeze money out of men? But I didn't want to break up casually again and then suddenly realize, "Oh, actually, I still quite like Zhang Tingting, not just for sex."

So, I just endured it. This situation unexpectedly improved.

One day after work, I found my mom sitting on my dorm bed, smiling and waiting for me to come home.

I was completely flustered. "Mom! How did you find this place?"

Mom walked around my room, first complaining that it was dark and had no light, then that there was no hot water and the heating wasn't very good, and what I would do in winter. Then she asked how I ate, if I had any belongings, if I was busy with work, if I was going home for the end of the year, and how much Dad missed me…

Mom was very talkative, chatting with me for a long time. Finally, I patiently told her to find a hotel to rest and catch a plane home the next day. Before leaving, Mom left me a bank card, saying it was from Dad, and that there's no lasting grudge between father and son. Then she left.

Shortly after Mom left, Zhang Tingting rushed downstairs. She must have arrived long ago, but she was too afraid to come in. She asked me, "Is that your mom? She must have been a great beauty when she was young."

I said, "Yes."

The next day after work, I glanced at the money in my card; the PIN was still my birthday. Checking the balance, my eyebrows twitched—50,000? Had Dad gone mad? I remembered him being very stingy.

Thinking about what Mom said, she wasn't wrong. This dorm room was pretty bad. Since I had 50,000 as a starting point, I could choose a fully furnished, spacious rental. A

90-square-meter room with appliances and hot water was priced at 700 yuan a month. Luckily, I brought Zhang Tingting to negotiate the price. Although she didn't manage to get a lower price, at least she didn't make me prepay six months' rent, which was good enough. We didn't have much stuff, so we both moved in. One evening, while I was washing vegetables, she hugged me from behind and said I was so good to her.

I thought to myself, "It's good to be rich; happiness is so easily attainable."

There were hot showers, TV, and even a Simmons mattress to sleep on. Zhang Tingting often brought her friends over to show off. Actually, this level of living would barely qualify as "loser" in the South, but in the eyes of us working-class folks, it was heaven.

Not long after, Zhang Tingting asked me if she could bring Longmei to live with us.

I froze. Although Zhang Tingting and I lived together, we slept in separate rooms, though we often had sex at night. On one hand, we both wanted to maintain our independence; on the other hand, sometimes we had to work overtime and didn't want to disturb each other. But what about our sex life if Longmei moves in? That's so awkward.

I'm not so beastly as to have sex with my ex-girlfriend in her ear. But I still agreed, after all, I felt indebted to Longmei.

That night, Longmei arrived with her luggage. She no longer hated me, and of course, she no longer liked me either; she just saw me as her cousin's boyfriend. A sour feeling welled up inside me. I felt so pathetic.

Longmei's reason for moving in was chilling: right next to her dorm, a male teacher was robbed and had his throat slit on his way home. It turned out to be a murder case; no wonder the police had been questioning us temporary residents from out of town a few days ago.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting slept in the guest room, and I slept in the master bedroom. During sex, Zhang Tingting was completely reserved and didn't dare make a sound, which annoyed me greatly, but I couldn't say anything, which was frustrating.

Winter arrived quickly.

That night, around 2 AM, I heard a faint sound of a key turning in the lock outside the door. I immediately grabbed a crowbar from under the bed, slowly moved to the door, and then kicked it open. Luckily, it was a lone thief without accomplices; the shouting startled him. Seeing that he was young, I didn't call the police, gave him 300 yuan to see a doctor, and let him go.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting were also terrified; they actually slept with me that night. My life took another unexpected turn.

I'm a bit superstitious, probably because of my complicated life experiences. Many people don't believe in ghosts and gods simply because they haven't encountered enough bad things.

Sixth, Long Mei re-enters my life.

The girls are smart; Zhang Tingting sleeps in the middle, and Long Mei and I sleep on either side. Although sex is impossible, I'm overflowing with happiness.

Listening to the deep breathing of the two girls I've had physical relations with, it feels so good. I think I'm not inherently a lecherous, lustful devil; I'm just lonely and want someone to keep me company. It's all the country's one-child policy's fault, I'm trying my best to shirk responsibility.

I couldn't sleep at all, my mind racing with all sorts of tactics. Like, first, I'd drag Zhang Tingting to bed and have sex to arouse Long Mei, then take advantage of her arousal to pull her over for a threesome, or... or maybe... that would work... But I knew very well that Long Mei was a girl who loved and hated fiercely and acted decisively. If I dared to do that, it would definitely backfire.

A few days later, the police came to give a burglary warning, saying not to keep large amounts of cash or valuables at home. They said a group of burglars had recently been roaming the area, picking locks and breaking doors like it was nothing. They told us to be on our own, and if we got robbed, the chances of the police helping us recover our stolen goods were practically zero.

Officer, you're joking! Where would we get any large amounts of cash or valuables?

But the security situation was definitely deteriorating. A series of burglaries had occurred in the area; some people only lost a few preserved ducks, while others lost all their hard-earned money. Perhaps it was a thief, or maybe it was one of my coworkers; with the year-end approaching, no one could say for sure.

One night, Longmei gently shook me awake. We usually slept separately when Zhang Tingting worked overtime. Longmei whispered in my ear that it sounded like someone was trying to break into the door. I listened; it was the sound of wind and sand. I told her not to be afraid, that even if it was a thief, I could handle it. Longmei asked me how her cousin tasted.

I understood.

She still had feelings for me, or perhaps for my skills in bed.

I quickly pulled off her panties. Longmei's vagina was hot and wet, so I inserted my penis directly. After going in halfway, it paused slightly due to insufficient lubrication before going all the way in.

Because Longmei was short, she, like her cousin Zhang Tingting, bounced on top of me in a lotus position. I supported her buttocks with my hands, matching her rhythm to save her energy. In less than a few minutes, her thighs were sweating, and she suddenly stopped moving. I felt Longmei's vagina contract rapidly a few times; she had an orgasm.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting's orgasms were very similar; they both looked like they were about to cry when they came, and afterwards they would laugh and hug my neck, urging me to continue.

We tried different positions, woman on top and man on top. During Longmei's sixth orgasm, she pinched my arm hard with her nails, letting out a moan that sounded like crying. I thrust in and out with all my might, subtly brushing against her cervix, causing her vagina to tremble. Having made love so often, we were well aware of all the taboos and sensitive spots.

An hour later, Longmei lay weakly in my arms, my right hand slowly kneading her buttocks, feeling extremely pleasurable. "You still can't leave me, can you?" I admit I was somewhat arrogant and narcissistic in my youth.

She said many things to me, most of which were questions I couldn't answer. Why did you hurt her? Why did you pursue her cousin? Why didn't you even spare her distant cousin? Did you experience pleasure during sex with her? Why didn't you ejaculate? Did I experience pleasure while having sex with her cousin? Did I know how much pain she was in? Did I know how much courage it took for her to come back? Did I know how embarrassed she was tonight? Did I know what others would say about her later? How would I face Zhang Tingting later?

For the first time, I realized how complicated a girl's thoughts were. No wonder the ancients didn't allow women to participate in politics; otherwise, drafting imperial edicts alone could exhaust a bunch of eunuchs.

Just as Long Mei was struggling with her dilemma, a commotion came from outside the window. The female workers at the electronics factory were leaving their afternoon shift. Long Mei screamed and ran back to her room, then realized she hadn't taken her underwear, so she rushed back to look for it, warning me one last time: "Don't tell my cousin!"

I smelled the room; the smell of vagina and penis was very strong.

After Zhang Tingting returned, she dragged me and Longmei out for a late-night snack. Longmei pretended to be very sleepy, and Zhang Tingting said, "Let's go together, you can't sleep anyway."

The three of us went to Jin Sanxia Hot Pot. Zhang Tingting ordered a lot of meat dishes, saying it was to help me recover.

I knew I had won.

VII. Did I really win?

After Zhang Tingting tacitly approved of my relationship with Longmei, I experienced the happiest time of my life.

We went to work together, ate breakfast together, rode our bicycles through the bustling streets together, and racked our brains together for living expenses. My dominance in sex made me like a skilled chef, able to easily handle two tables of hungry diners. Although we never actually became a threesome, it was still a case of two women taking turns serving one man. Not long after, Sister Liu came to see us. She wanted to go to Shanghai, hoping to seize one last chance while she still had a few years of beauty, but she was short of money. Then, very quickly, all three of them disappeared from my life. I can't remember exactly what happened; only fragmented memories remain. I don't hate Sister Liu. She used methods I couldn't understand to persuade Longmei (Zhang Tingting) to come with me twice—just twice. And then… money, money, money, money, money. I know Sister Liu's reasons for asking for money were all lies. I withdrew 15,000 yuan from the bank card my father had given me for emergencies and gave it to Sister Liu. She said she'd pay me back later, but I said, "Let's talk about that in the next life."

She smiled and didn't argue.

Two years later, Sister Liu called me, saying she was retiring and going back to her hometown to open a foot massage parlor and become a boss. She had worked as a madam in a Shanghai bar for over a year, but unfortunately, she had gambled away all her hard-earned money gambling. She asked if I could lend her some more.

I said, "Is 100,000 enough?" I wasn't the wage earner I used to be.

Sister Liu was silent for a moment, then said, "How about 15,000? I'll pay it back later. By the way, today is my birthday."

I said, "Happy birthday. By the way, I've always liked you, and I still do. You're actually a good woman."

Then we hung up and never contacted each other again.

Zhang Tingting was going to Shanghai with Sister Liu. She said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to sell myself. I just heard that you can earn three or four times more money doing foot massages in Shanghai than working in an electronics factory."

I didn't say anything.

Every penny a man earns is hard-earned, how could he easily spend it lavishly on you? You're older than me, you should understand, and you know I understand, why say such polite things?

I followed them for three hours, then transferred to Taiyuan to see them off at the plane. Zhang Tingting smiled and said to me, "Don't make the girls who like you and love you sad anymore, or you'll regret it." I

told her I regretted being so greedy. She shook her head and told me a lot. She taught me an amazing new term: empathy. This was a trendy phrase she heard the supervisor at the electronics factory constantly spout.

Here's what Zhang Tingting said to me:

"Brother Jiaming, if you were me, and I were you, your boyfriend was handsome and charming, but he could never find satisfaction in himself, so you gave in and shared him with your cousin. But he still didn't stop, wanting to bring home women who had been prostitutes. You gave in again, but he came up with even more despicable ways to play. Without a shred of understanding, without a shred of compromise, taking your painful concessions for granted, treating you like a woman worse than a prostitute—would you still like him? Would you still have even the slightest motivation to continue with him?"

Although Zhang Tingting wasn't highly educated, I've kept her words in my heart for years. Although I occasionally make mistakes, it's always her words that make me reflect.

Longmei didn't go with me. She said she'd earned enough money and was going back to get married, looking very happy. I knew that person definitely wasn't me.

She didn't say goodbye when she left.

Almost ten years passed before we contacted each other again. She told me that when Zhang Tingting met me, she already had a five-year-old daughter, and Sister Liu had a teenage son. They were actually married long ago; otherwise, their families wouldn't have felt comfortable letting them work away from home.

But this did nothing to lessen my guilt.

I'm not one to learn from mistakes, but after making the same mistakes several more times, I finally accepted what Zhang Tingting said.

Don't insult the girls who like you. Once you're naked in bed, everyone is equal. Be forgiving; not pushing too hard is actually leaving yourself a way out.

I still hunted for women later, but I was no longer as ruthless as before. The final gain in life is still memories. Isn't that right?

Sometimes when I'm having sex with girls, I recall Long Mei, Zhang Tingting, and Sister Liu in my mind, not the scenes of a 4P with them, but the first time we had sex together. Although so many years have passed, their faces have become blurred in my mind, but the feelings remain.

[The End]

I. Turns out I'm a handsome guy

Ten years ago, I was 23 years old and had just graduated from some shady electrical engineering college. Driven by a dream of venturing out into the world, I left my hometown to work at a long-established state-owned fertilizer factory in Shanxi, over 2,000 miles away. I was tired of everything in my hometown and just wanted to experience a completely new world.

Although the fertilizer factory didn't provide food or lodging, the probationary period was short, and with frequent overtime, I could earn 25,000 yuan a year, which I considered quite good. After all, I didn't have a high level of education and my family wasn't wealthy; having such a job was already a blessing.

Because food and lodging weren't provided, my first priority was finding affordable housing.

Fortunately, the area was a factory district with many migrant workers, a diverse and bustling place, which also meant there were many private houses available for rent. The rental agent and I had a pleasant chat, and he offered me some benefits, so I ended up living in a private dormitory full of single young female factory workers.

This dormitory was only three kilometers from my workplace, a little over half an hour's walk. My room was very cheap, only fifty yuan a month. The only downside was the lack of hot water for showers, and water and electricity were extra.

Not long after I moved in, one evening, three or four girls, blushing, knocked on my door. When they saw me come out, they giggled. They asked if I wanted to share a meal, saying it would save money and we could eat more.

I agreed, of course I agreed.

Actually, I have very low requirements for food, clothing, and shelter. I only eat two vegetarian steamed buns every night, which isn't so miserable in my eyes, but I'm lonely. Being new to this place, unfamiliar with the people and environment, suffering from acclimatization issues, and not understanding the dialect, I always felt empty at night. If I could share meals, maybe I could chat with some girls, which would be nice.

This private apartment has seven or eight rooms rented out, and apart from me, they're all girls in their teens to their twenties. And they're all pretty good-looking, the least attractive being at least a 60 out of 100. Looking back now, I was incredibly lucky.

Since it was sharing meals, it was all about who pays and who helps. After doing some calculations, it averaged thirty-eight meals a month, since there were three meals on Saturdays and Sundays. Twenty yuan a meal is enough to eat very well. I contributed two hundred yuan out of the seven hundred and sixty yuan, plus the cost of changing the gas cylinder. It seems like I'm losing out, but it doesn't matter; money is meant to be spent.

I'm so happy, really happy. I'm sitting around a small table with a few girls, eating and chatting about the prices of the food. We're like family. This simple life makes me feel incredibly fulfilled, but the restlessness in my body at night is constantly stimulating me.

Finally, one day, I knocked on a girl's door and asked her if we could be friends.

This girl's surname is Long, but I can't tell her full name, so let's just call her Long Mei. She's 150 cm tall, has small tiger teeth, and fair skin. She has a B-cup, a perky butt, and a cute face—the kind of small but perfectly formed woman.

The girl noticed my breathing was getting heavier, so she pulled me into the room and pressed my hand to her breasts. She told me she had left her hometown to work here, and had broken up with her boyfriend almost a year ago, desperately wanting a man.

Without a boyfriend, they started having sex. We quickly showered and immediately began.

I squeezed her buttocks and rubbed them back and forth, while she wasn't to be outdone, stroking my penis with her small hands. We caressed each other and quickly got aroused; I was hard, and she was wet.

We started in the missionary position, and she orgasmed almost immediately after penetration, even shedding tears. She said she missed penises so much. I asked her if mine was bigger or her ex-boyfriend's. She was honest, giving me a somewhat unsatisfying answer. After sending her to ecstasy three times in that position, she said it was her turn.

Okay, I like it. A hardworking girl is a good girl.

Longmei started playing the "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus Position." She was fine moving on her own, but if I followed suit, she'd be rolling her eyes in pain after just a few strokes. Apparently, she has a pre-protruding uterus and a very sensitive cervix; it hurts terribly whenever a penis touches it. I really can't understand how her ex-boyfriend with the huge penis managed to hold back.

So, our sex positions were reduced to the most traditional missionary position. But it felt good too. Her small stature and youthful appearance made me feel like I was having sex with her, which was very exciting.

The next evening at dinner, Longmei grabbed my arm and announced to the other girls, "This handsome guy is mine, you're not allowed to take him!"

Back then, I was very young, 181cm tall, strong, with four-pack abs, weighing 78kg, and my face somewhat resembled a young Ti Lung. My skin was incredibly fair and delicate; many girls with meticulously cared-for skin were far inferior to mine. This appearance caused me a lot of trouble growing up. In kindergarten, my mom often made me wear skirts for photos to amuse me; in elementary school, my classmates often laughed at me for looking like a transvestite; in middle school, they stopped laughing because if they did, I'd punch them in the face; in college… well, let's not go there.

It's strange, I never thought of myself as handsome before, but suddenly I understood many things that were incomprehensible before. Why do so many boys and girls inexplicably hate me? Why are women so easy to get? Why are mature women willing to have sex with me? It turns out it's just because of this body.

I'm not happy at all; I'm not a vibrator!

Secondly, I want to sleep with your cousin

. If your body is too easily obtained, your feelings are often easily discarded.

I quickly grew tired of Long Mei. On one hand, her prolapsed uterus made me lose interest; on the other hand, she often flaunted our relationship in front of her friends and coworkers, stuffing photo booth pictures into my wallet, which made me very uncomfortable.

My view of women is simply for casual sex, nothing more. This is probably a habit I developed in school. Besides, there are many pretty girls around; I don't want to be bound to Long Mei like a dog marking its territory.

Then I met her cousin, who lived in another private house within fifty meters of my rented place.

The first time I saw her, she was lying in bed sick, and Longmei asked me to bring her medicine. I was immediately struck by her beauty. Longmei's cousin's surname was Zhang, and her given name sounded like Tingting. Her bust was much larger than her cousin's, a C-cup, and very firm. She was two years older than me, 26, but her skin was extremely fair, even fairer than mine. Fair skin hides a hundred flaws, and even the faint freckles on her cheeks had a certain charm. Most importantly, she was 162 cm tall, so her vagina was probably not as short as her cousin's.

That night, after having sex with Longmei, I told her directly, "I want to sleep with your cousin. Either you agree to let me stay, or you refuse and I leave."

Looking back now, that behavior was utterly despicable. Sigh, I was so reckless and didn't take her seriously at all, thinking I could get what I wanted just by coercing her. Now I desperately want to travel back in time and tell my past self how foolish I was, but that's impossible now.

Long Mei cried, and I realized her resolve was stronger than I'd imagined. She told me, "I misjudged you. Since you've already thought that way, there's no point in continuing. Let's break up. Go after my cousin."

I regretted it.

Although Long Mei made me uncomfortable in bed, at least she liked me. Because she liked me, I suddenly realized I actually liked her too. It sounds convoluted, but that's the reality.

But no matter how much I pleaded, Long Mei packed her bags and moved to another private place that night. I felt terrible. But then the image of her cousin, Zhang Tingting, kept lingering in my mind, and physical desire once again overwhelmed my emotional needs.

I admit, being indecisive has always been a common flaw of mine, only slightly improved a few years later.

Zhang Tingting, Longmei's cousin, soon learned that I had dumped her cousin, and kept texting me about how kind and innocent her cousin was, asking why I had abandoned her. "

Because I want to sleep with you," I quickly and subtly conveyed.

Zhang Tingting then started avoiding me.

She ignored me during meals, avoided me after we met, and when she did speak to me, it was always about her poor cousin, leaving me feeling like a tiger trying to eat a turtle, unable to make a move.

But fate was kind to me; soon Zhang Tingting fell ill.

A room that costs fifty yuan a month can't be very nice. It's already autumn, and she still dares to take a cold shower—that's ruthless.

Girl friendships are very fragile. Zhang Tingting, probably because she's pretty, has no one to take care of her in bed. I wanted to help, but she was always wary of me, so she called her cousin, Sister Liu, to look after her.

Sister Liu used to frequent the entertainment industry in her youth, and at her peak, she was a supervisor at a bathhouse. Although she was eleven years older than me, she had a lot of charisma—the kind of charisma that makes you want to believe her even when you know she's lying.
Thirdly, let me teach you something.

I've always liked female con artists, those who know the other person is just playing with you, yet still fall for them. Sometimes, looking back, I think it's probably because they ignore my physical appearance; in a way, that's part of their charm.

Humans are just like that—rich young men like women who don't care about money, and handsome guys like girls who don't care about looks. But on the other hand, maybe women don't care about money simply because they're lustful, and girls don't care about looks simply because they're greedy.

The moment I saw Sister Liu, I cut all the time and budget I had for pursuing Zhang Tingting, and started following Sister Liu around like a little follower.

Frankly, Sister Liu was thirty-five, and her figure had already begun to show signs of a mature woman's weight gain, with fat starting to accumulate around her waist. But she was alluring and seductive; often, just a glance or a gesture would leave me speechless—or rather, pretending to be. I knew she was secretly pleased by her teasing; nothing could arouse a woman's pleasure more than teasing a younger man.

I deliberately lowered my IQ so I could savor Sister Liu as quickly as possible. She was like a ripe cherry; I had already plucked her from the vine, just waiting to take a bite.

The opportunity came quickly. Zhang Tingting recovered from her illness; it was just a cold to begin with. Sister Liu said she was leaving the next day. That evening, I bought a whole white-cut chicken, a few bottles of beer, and a pack of Yunyan cigarettes for her farewell.

Sister Liu ate with great relish, and her gaze towards me became increasingly alluring. Finally, she whispered in my ear, "Handsome young man, have you ever tasted a woman's pleasure?"

The smoke rings Liu exhaled covered my face, and I blushed, holding my breath. Then, pretending to boast, I said, "Of course, I have a lot of experience."

Liu grinned mischievously and rubbed her chest against me, asking, "How many holes does a woman have down there?"

I said, "One, of course! No, two!"

This made her giggle, and then she told me, "I'll come teach you tonight, don't close the door."

I waited in bed until after 11 pm, and finally saw a figure sneak in. She covered my mouth and whispered, "Don't shout, or people will find out, and that won't be good." Don't worry, it definitely won't be me shouting. Sister Liu was good at being lazy. She lay flat on the bed, legs together, and gestured for me to press down on her. Then she grabbed my hard penis and shoved it into her vagina. Sister Liu's vulva was positioned quite far forward. After I brought her to orgasm, she crossed her legs and squeezed them inward forcefully. Her vagina became very tight; I knew this must be her signature move in the pleasure quarters. I estimated that an average man would be drained of his essence by her using this technique in ten minutes at most, but she had chosen the wrong target. I was determined to completely fuck her until she was exhausted. Since she was leaving tomorrow, I had to have my fill to make it worthwhile.

We fucked for eight hours straight.

The look in Sister Liu's eyes shifted from shock to tenderness to pleading. I'd lost count of how many times she'd climaxed, probably over thirty. Her signature move, the "leg entanglement," was always re-entangled by me after she let go. My penis was swollen and red, my back ached, my legs were numb, and my sweat soaked the sheets, but I didn't care. The thrill of conquest outweighed the physical exhaustion.

We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, in the early morning. The sheets were damp, so we pulled them off and slept directly on the mattress. We hugged each other, Sister Liu's makeup completely smudged with sweat. She called me "Little Greedy," and I called her "Bad Sister."

I had completely fallen for Sister Liu.

There are generally two reasons why a man might fall in love with a woman: 1. He's attracted to her but hasn't yet had her; 2. His lust and desire for conquest are completely satisfied by the woman.

I clearly belong to the second type. As a man who's slow to ejaculate, very few women can satisfy me. Before meeting Sister Liu, I only encountered one, the vixen "Big Bitch" from high school. Unfortunately, she was terrified of me and ran away.

Although Sister Liu was begging me to let her go in bed, her vagina was still contracting and squeezing in waves. Little liar, but I liked it. Sister

Liu told me that once her hemorrhoids were cured, she would even give me her anus, letting me play with every hole in her body. I was very moved; my liking for her turned into love, even though I felt she was lying to me, I just liked hearing it. Sigh, what a mess...

But then, things took an unexpected turn.

A few minutes later, Sister Liu's phone rang. Her cousin, Zhang Tingting, had been in a car accident. She was stunned, and so was I. This is fucking a cruel joke on us.

IV. You've Actually Been Good to Me

Zhang Tingting was having a really tough time. She'd just recovered from an illness and excitedly went to visit her friends.

One of her friends borrowed a Santana from another, and together with yet another friend, the three girls drove to Taiyuan.

The female driver's driving skills were... well, anyway, they ended up rear-ending each other. The girls in the driver's and passenger's seats were fine because they were wearing seatbelts, but Zhang Tingting wasn't. Her two front teeth hit the front seat and fell out. She also got a scar on the middle of her forehead. She was disfigured, but no one would compensate her. The driver wasn't the owner, and the owner wasn't driving. She was in a terrible situation.

All her friends disappeared when money was mentioned, but she gained a bunch of new friends.

Laughing at someone's misfortune is a long-standing tradition in China. Many female workers came to see the huge black hole in her mouth, their words, though carefully concealed, couldn't hide the underlying "you've finally met your match."

Sister Liu went back; her leave was over, and she'd spent almost all her money. She had to go back to earn more. Before leaving, she asked me to look after her cousin, Zhang Tingting, instructing me that it didn't matter if I ended up in bed with her, since she'd already figured out I was a man who couldn't stand being alone.

I earnestly told her that no matter how obedient my penis was, I would never let her cousin suffer.

I had no money, but I could work overtime.

I worked almost every day for a month without a break, juggling afternoon and night shifts. My colleagues were kind enough not to compete with me. But the price of the two porcelain veneers still made me shudder—several thousand yuan! I only had less than three hundred yuan left.

Although the veneers were done, the scar on her forehead wouldn't fade, and Zhang Tingting became much more depressed. She often didn't even eat dinner at night, just hiding in her room, sleeping and spacing out. I always brought her some simple food. There was no way around it; I had no money.

One day, Zhang Tingting suddenly smiled and said to me, "Brother Ming, you're actually quite good to me."

Calling me "Brother Ming" would be more appropriate; she's two years older than me. I knew she was upset, so I told her I'd take her for a walk today, and she'd feel better afterward.

After we finished some tofu pudding together, I took her to the largest hospital nearby. It was Sunday, and the hospital was packed. You wouldn't believe how many people are sick and injured unless you go to a hospital. There were children, young people, middle-aged people, elderly people, and disabled people. Their faces were hurried; they were all rushing to register, see a doctor, get medication, and be admitted to the hospital. No one wanted to waste a second; they were racing against time, trying their best to get out of the hospital as quickly as possible.

I then took Zhang Tingting to a nearby Zen temple. There were many female patients with late-stage cancer there, wearing black coats and desperately praying to the illusory Buddha for a better life. They had already lost all hope of survival.

I hugged Zhang Tingting from behind and asked her, "How about we make love tonight? It'll make you happy."

She agreed.

After several brief encounters that night, we confirmed our positions. Initially, Zhang Tingting was shy and didn't want me to see the scar on her forehead, so she chose the doggy style. However, she also had a pre-protruding uterus, so it hurt her when I was aroused.

We made love joyfully in the side-lying position. Her skin was very fair, and mine was just as fair. Our arms were intertwined, incredibly harmonious.

I discovered her favorite position: the lotus position. She could reach orgasm quickly in this position. This showed that Zhang Tingting was a girl who loved to be in control; our relationship probably wouldn't last. But I didn't care about the future; with beauty before me, enjoying myself was the only right thing to do. We intertwined, slowly wriggling like worms. I rubbed her snowy buttocks with my hands, occasionally drawing figure-eight shapes on her buttocks with my fingers, eliciting tremors from her.

She said, "Why do you have sex with my cousin? She's much older than you."
V. Parental Assistance

As for Zhang Tingting's question, I didn't answer truthfully.

Should I say that I just wanted to experience as many women as possible? Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I wasn't very picky about women when I was younger; as long as there was a hole

, I was fine with it... I've also said before that I'm a delayed ejaculator, so delayed that I usually need to be very willing to ejaculate, and the woman's arousal skills need to be maxed out, plus her vagina needs to be tight for me to feel pleasure. That's why I enjoy constantly hunting for girls; it's like a customer picking out a watermelon at a fruit shop, tapping the rind with their fingers to find the best one.

Having sex with girls is often free. But maintaining a relationship is a different story. Shopping, eating out, buying emergency contraception—all of these cost money.

I've been working overtime almost non-stop, and my colleagues' opinions of me have started to grow, and I'm getting a little annoyed too. Why do some girls always relentlessly squeeze men's wallets? But I didn't want to break up so easily again, only to suddenly realize, "Oh, actually I still quite like Zhang Tingting, not just for sex."

So, I just endured it. This situation unexpectedly eased.

One day after work, I found my mom sitting on my dorm bed, smiling and waiting for me to come home.

I panicked. "Mom! How did you find this place?"

My mom walked around my room, first saying it was dark and had no light, then that there was no hot water and the heating wasn't very good, and what I would do in winter. Then she asked how I ate, if I had any belongings, if I was busy with work, and if I wanted to come home at the end of the year. Dad missed me terribly…

Mom was incredibly long-winded, talking to me for ages. I finally patiently told her to find a hotel to rest early and catch a flight home tomorrow. Before she left, Mom gave me a bank card, saying it was from Dad, and that there's no grudge between father and son. Then she left.

Shortly after Mom left, Zhang Tingting rushed downstairs. She must have arrived long ago, but was too shy to come in. She asked me, “Is that your mother? She must have been a great beauty when she was young.”

I said, “Yes.”

The next day after work, I glanced at the money in my card. The PIN was still my birthday. Checking the balance, my eyebrows twitched—50,000? Had Dad gone mad? I remembered him as very stingy.

Thinking about what my mom said, she was right. This dorm room is pretty bad. Since I have at least 50,000 yuan, I should choose a fully furnished rental with a spacious room. A

room of over 90 square meters, with appliances and hot water, was asking for 700 yuan a month. Luckily, I brought Zhang Tingting to negotiate the price. Although she didn't manage to get a better deal, at least she didn't make me pay six months' rent in advance, which was good. We didn't have much stuff, so we moved in. That night, while I was washing vegetables, she hugged me from behind and said I was so good to her.

I thought to myself, it's good to have money; happiness can be so easily achieved.

There were hot showers, TV, and even a Simmons mattress to sleep on. Zhang Tingting often brought her friends over to show off. Actually, this level of living would barely qualify as a "loser" lifestyle in the South, but in the eyes of us working-class folks, it was paradise.

Not long after, Zhang Tingting asked me if she could bring Longmei to live with us.

I froze. Although Zhang Tingting and I lived together, we slept in separate rooms, though we often had sex at night. On one hand, we both wanted to maintain our independence; on the other hand, sometimes we had to work overtime and didn't want to disturb each other. But what about our sex life if Longmei moved in? That was awkward.

I wasn't so beastly as to have sex in my ex-girlfriend's ear. But I still agreed, after all, I felt indebted to Longmei.

That evening, Longmei arrived with her luggage. She no longer hated me, and of course, she no longer liked me either. She only saw me as her cousin's boyfriend, and a sour feeling welled up inside me. I felt so pathetic.

Longmei's reason for moving in was chilling: right next to her dorm, a male teacher was robbed and had his throat slit on his way home from work. It turned out to be a murder case; no wonder the police had been questioning us temporary residents a few days ago.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting slept in the guest room, and I slept in the master bedroom. During sex, Zhang Tingting was completely reserved and didn't dare make a sound, which annoyed me greatly, but I couldn't say anything. It was frustrating.

Winter arrived quickly.

That night, around 2 a.m., I heard the faint sound of a key turning in the lock outside the door. I immediately grabbed a crowbar from under the bed, slowly moved to the door, and then kicked it open. Luckily, it was a lone thief without accomplices; the shouting startled him. Seeing that he was still young, I didn't call the police. I gave him 300 yuan to see a doctor and let him go.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting were also terrified and ended up sleeping with me that night. My life took another unexpected turn.

I'm a bit superstitious, probably due to my own life's twists and turns. Many people don't believe in ghosts and gods simply because they haven't experienced enough bad things.

VI. Long Mei Re-enters My Life

The girls are clever; Zhang Tingting sleeps in the middle, and Long Mei and I sleep on either side. Although having sex is impossible, I'm overflowing with happiness.

Listening to the deep breathing of the two girls I've had sex with before, right next to my ear, feels amazing. I think I'm not inherently a lecherous succubus; I'm just lonely and want someone to keep me company. It's all the country's one-child policy's fault, I internally try to shirk responsibility.

I can't sleep at all, my mind racing with all sorts of tactics. For example, I could first have sex with Zhang Tingting to stimulate Long Mei, then take advantage of her arousal to pull her over for a threesome, or... or... maybe I could do that... But I know very well that Long Mei is a girl who loves and hates fiercely and acts decisively. If I dare to do that, it will definitely backfire.

A few days later, the police came to give a theft warning, saying not to keep large amounts of cash or valuables at home. They said a group of burglars had recently started frequenting the area, picking locks and breaking doors like it was nothing. They told us to be on our own, and if we got robbed, the chances of the police helping us recover our belongings were practically zero. "

Officer, you're joking," I replied. "Where would we get large amounts of cash or valuables?"

But the security situation was indeed deteriorating. There had been several burglaries in the area; some people only lost a few ducks, while others lost all their hard-earned money. Maybe it was a thief, or maybe it was one of my coworkers—with the year-end approaching, no one could say for sure.

One night, Longmei gently shook me awake. We usually slept separately when Zhang Tingting worked overtime. Longmei whispered in my ear that it sounded like someone was trying to break into the door. I listened; it was the sound of wind and sand. I told her not to worry, that even if it was a thief, I could handle it. Longmei asked me how her cousin tasted.

I understood.

She still had feelings for me, or perhaps it was my skill in bed.

I quickly pulled off her panties. Longmei's vagina was hot and wet. I thrust in directly. My penis went in halfway, paused slightly due to insufficient lubrication, and then went all the way in.

Because of her short stature, Longmei, like her cousin Zhang Tingting, bounced around on me in a lotus position. I supported her buttocks with my hands, matching her rhythm to save her energy. In less than a few minutes, her thighs were sweating, and she suddenly stopped moving. I felt Longmei's vagina contract rapidly a few times; she had an orgasm.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting's orgasms were very similar; they both looked like they were about to cry when they came, and afterwards they would laugh and hug my neck, urging me to continue.

We tried different positions several times, woman on top, man on top. During Longmei's sixth orgasm, she pinched my arm hard with her nails, letting out a moan that sounded like crying. I thrust in and out with all my might, subtly brushing against her cervix, causing her vagina to tremble. Having made love so often, we were well aware of all the taboos and sensitive spots.

An hour later, Longmei lay weakly in my arms, my right hand slowly kneading her buttocks, feeling extremely pleasurable. "You still can't leave me, can you?" I admit I was somewhat arrogant and narcissistic in my youth.

She said many things to me, most of which were questions I couldn't answer. Why did you hurt her? Why did you pursue her cousin? Why didn't you even spare her distant cousin? Did you experience pleasure during sex with her? Why didn't you ejaculate? Did I experience pleasure while having sex with her cousin? Did I know how much pain she was in? Did I know how much courage it took for her to come back? Did I know how embarrassed she was tonight? Did I know what others would say about her later? How would I face Zhang Tingting later?

For the first time, I realized how complicated a girl's thoughts were. No wonder the ancients didn't allow women to participate in politics; otherwise, drafting imperial edicts alone could exhaust a bunch of eunuchs.

Just as Long Mei was struggling with her dilemma, a commotion came from outside the window. The female workers at the electronics factory were leaving their afternoon shift. Long Mei screamed and ran back to her room, then realized she hadn't taken her underwear, so she rushed back to look for it, warning me one last time: "Don't tell my cousin!"

I smelled the room; the smell of vagina and penis was very strong.

After Zhang Tingting returned, she dragged me and Longmei out for a late-night snack. Longmei pretended to be very sleepy, and Zhang Tingting said, "Let's go together, you can't sleep anyway."

The three of us went to Jin Sanxia Hot Pot. Zhang Tingting ordered a lot of meat dishes, saying it was to help me recover.

I knew I had won.

VII. Did I really win?

After Zhang Tingting tacitly approved of my relationship with Longmei, I experienced the happiest time of my life.

We went to work together, ate breakfast together, rode our bicycles through the bustling streets together, and racked our brains together for living expenses. My dominance in sex made me like a skilled chef, able to easily handle two tables of hungry diners. Although we never actually became a threesome, it was still a case of two women taking turns serving one man. Not long after, Sister Liu came to see us. She wanted to go to Shanghai, hoping to seize one last chance while she still had a few years of beauty, but she was short of money. Then, very quickly, all three of them disappeared from my life. I can't remember exactly what happened; only fragmented memories remain. I don't hate Sister Liu. She used methods I couldn't understand to persuade Longmei (Zhang Tingting) to come with me twice—just twice. And then… money, money, money, money, money. I know Sister Liu's reasons for asking for money were all lies. I withdrew 15,000 yuan from the bank card my father had given me for emergencies and gave it to Sister Liu. She said she'd pay me back later, but I said, "Let's talk about that in the next life."

She smiled and didn't argue.

Two years later, Sister Liu called me, saying she was retiring and going back to her hometown to open a foot massage parlor and become a boss. She had worked as a madam in a Shanghai bar for over a year, but unfortunately, she had gambled away all her hard-earned money gambling. She asked if I could lend her some more.

I said, "Is 100,000 enough?" I wasn't the wage earner I used to be.

Sister Liu was silent for a moment, then said, "How about 15,000? I'll pay it back later. By the way, today is my birthday."

I said, "Happy birthday. By the way, I've always liked you, and I still do. You're actually a good woman."

Then we hung up and never contacted each other again.

Zhang Tingting was going to Shanghai with Sister Liu. She said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to sell myself. I just heard that you can earn three or four times more money doing foot massages in Shanghai than working in an electronics factory."

I didn't say anything.

Every penny a man earns is hard-earned, how could he easily spend it lavishly on you? You're older than me, you should understand, and you know I understand, why say such polite things?

I followed them for three hours, then transferred to Taiyuan to see them off at the plane. Zhang Tingting smiled and said to me, "Don't make the girls who like you and love you sad anymore, or you'll regret it." I

told her I regretted being so greedy. She shook her head and told me a lot. She taught me an amazing new term: empathy. This was a trendy phrase she heard the supervisor at the electronics factory constantly spout.

Here's what Zhang Tingting said to me:

"Brother Jiaming, if you were me, and I were you, your boyfriend was handsome and charming, but he could never find satisfaction in himself, so you gave in and shared him with your cousin. But he still didn't stop, wanting to bring home women who had been prostitutes. You gave in again, but he came up with even more despicable ways to play. Without a shred of understanding, without a shred of compromise, taking your painful concessions for granted, treating you like a woman worse than a prostitute—would you still like him? Would you still have even the slightest motivation to continue with him?"

Although Zhang Tingting wasn't highly educated, I've kept her words in my heart for years. Although I occasionally make mistakes, it's always her words that make me reflect.

Longmei didn't go with me. She said she'd earned enough money and was going back to get married, looking very happy. I knew that person definitely wasn't me.

She didn't say goodbye when she left.

Almost ten years passed before we contacted each other again. She told me that when Zhang Tingting met me, she already had a five-year-old daughter, and Sister Liu had a teenage son. They were actually married long ago; otherwise, their families wouldn't have felt comfortable letting them work away from home.

But this did nothing to lessen my guilt.

I'm not one to learn from mistakes, but after making the same mistakes several more times, I finally accepted what Zhang Tingting said.

Don't insult the girls who like you. Once you're naked in bed, everyone is equal. Be forgiving; not pushing too hard is actually leaving yourself an escape route.

I continued hunting for women, but I was no longer as ruthless as before. The final gain in life is still memories. Isn't that right?

Sometimes when I'm having sex with girls, I recall Long Mei, Zhang Tingting, and Sister Liu—not the scenes of foursomes with them, but the first time we had sex together. Although so many years have passed, their faces have become blurred in my mind, but the feelings remain.

[The End]

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