Me (above)

I remember during my university years, I wanted to earn some money to buy a new computer, so I went to
work . Wanting to earn more money, I decided to work as a male escort at a hotel. Not only could I get tips, but I could also see pretty
hotel girls, and the work wasn't tiring—it was like "slacking off and washing pants at the same time, with food and pay."
However, this kind of life wasn't normal. I had to work from 8 PM to 3 AM every day, and
it wasn't easy to get used to at first.
I remember my first day at work, I arrived at the hotel around 7:30 AM. I was busy sweeping and wiping tables.
I greeted everyone I met very warmly. There wasn't a single female escort in the hotel at that time; they
only started coming in a few after 8 PM.
Don't be fooled by the glamorous image of the hotel girls; most of them came in dressed quite normally. They would only slip away to the restroom to change clothes and put on makeup on an empty seat when it was almost time to start
their shift .
Although each girl's makeup technique was different, their exaggerated expressions—the way they squinted, twisted their lips while applying lipstick,
and gesticulated as they applied foundation—all looked basically the same.
On my first day at work, a girl stopped me and politely asked me to buy pantyhose at the convenience store. I gave her
100 yuan, and when I returned, she waved me away, telling me not to give her change. That was the first time I received a tip.
Another young master kindly taught me the tricks of the trade. Don't think being a young master is easy;
earning more tips requires sophisticated skills.
First, the girls are the most powerful in the shop. Shouldn't the customers be the most powerful? Wrong! The girls are the most powerful! Why? Because you need
girls who can charm customers to stay. Without girls, there are no customers, and without customers, there are no tips.
So, our livelihood depends on the girls, not the customers.
Therefore, the young masters must be very careful to build good relationships with each girl. Not only can you not take tips when running errands,
but you also have to introduce girls to unfamiliar customers. This way, the girls will frequently try to
sweet-talk , asking them to give tips to the "young masters." When the girls are in a bad mood, you have to cheer them up; when they're hungry
, you have to buy them food; when they've drunk too much, you have to buy them hangover remedies; when they're carrying heavy bags,
you have to help them with their luggage; when they're menstruating, you have to buy them painkillers. Some "young masters" even provide better service, acting as free male prostitutes when the girls need them.
So, some naive drinkers who think that asking a "young master" will get them better girls are completely wrong.
The "young masters" will only introduce girls who can earn them tips; their looks and figures are none of
their concern.
Furthermore, you have to be able to recognize the customers. Remember the surnames of the customers: Zhang, Li, Wang. The next time you see them
, a simple "Hello, Mr. Zhang!" might earn you a hundred or two in tips. And since you've already "met" them, when you bring them drinks, food, or towels, they'll often offer you a drink. Don't doubt it, you can get a tip for
just one drink . An even more sophisticated tactic is to give special attention to neglected guests. People come to hotels to have fun, and if some guests are being ignored by their companions, you should refill their drinks and cheer them up. If they're in a good mood, their tips might be five or a thousand instead of one or two hundred. After receiving a rough pre-service training, they begin their actual work. At first, things are alright; serving drinks, food, and towels, with only a few guests. But around eleven or twelve at night, when the guests are seven or eight-tenths drunk, the real show begins. One of the most common scenarios is guests groping the girls—this is quite common. When faced with such guests, you see the girls' true nature. Some girls are very daring; after receiving a thousand or two in tips, they'll personally slip the guest's hand inside their clothes . When we brought in towels and side dishes, we might inadvertently catch a glimpse of her clothes being pulled up to her neck, her two rather small breasts swaying in mid-air. These kinds of girls usually don't ask for small tips, and of course, they can't be too unattractive either, otherwise, customers wouldn't be willing to pay a tip to touch them. Another type of girl is the "tanking" type. You pay a thousand dollars, and she'll only let you touch her through a two- or three-centimeter-thick magic bra. Some of these magic bras even have water or silicone filling the lining, so only someone with special abilities from mainland China could touch them. The more the customer touches, the more it itches, so they have to pay even more tips to let their hand slip inside the sleeve . So, if your fingers are long enough, you can barely touch the edge of her breasts—even if it's not a large or small one, you can touch as much as you can. Want to touch more? Just throw some more money at it, and you might end up paying five . The methods may differ, but the girls' money-making skills are all incredibly impressive. Over the course of summer vacation, I witnessed far too many shows. I practically remembered which woman had which mole on which breast. Touching was considered mild; sometimes, I'd enter a private room and see customers reaching their hands under the women's skirts. To be honest, watching was more enjoyable than touching. After drinking too much beer and reaching under someone's skirt, you might need to use the restroom . And if the women had some strange illness, touching one and then touching your own side while using the restroom might cause you to get sick. As for us spectators, we enjoyed the spectacle and weren't afraid of contracting any strange diseases. Some of the more daring women would not only let customers put their hands inside their panties but also make strange moaning sounds to enhance the experience. Around one or two in the morning, the women would leave, some drunk and others swaying. After groping each other, some customers would negotiate prices, while others would pass out. I, on the other hand, was frequently grabbed by customers to offer toasts and ended up a bit staggering myself. After returning home, I busied myself counting the tips, and I found I had 1,800 yuan. It seems that besides the new computer, after a summer of , I can even buy a new motorcycle. <2> After working for a few days, I became quite . When new customers came, I would introduce them to the hostesses, and they would help me earn tips. Among those girls, the one I remembered most was Amy. She seemed to be the youngest girl here, I heard she was only fourteen years old. But after putting on makeup, she looked like she was twenty. She got drunk very easily, and when she was drunk, she would say anything. Then I would see her running to our young master's rest area, pointing and gossiping about the customers in the club, saying that she had slept with so-and-so. It was only at this point that I realized that the problem of underage prostitutes was really not ordinary. After seeing many customers who groped me, I stopped getting nosebleeds, and I also recognized some customers,

And the girls they usually dated. After running errands for so many girls, I even knew which girl wore
which brand of stockings, which used which brand of sanitary napkins, and which restaurant served which chicken leg
rice.
We young masters usually went to work on time, the only time we had a chance to work overtime was when taking drunk
girls home. Since we finished work around 3 AM, it was
too dangerous to let the girls go home in taxis after they got drunk, so we had to take some of them home.
At that time, I lived in Danshui, so whether the girls lived on Zhongshan North Road, Chengde Road, Shilin, Shipai, or
elsewhere, if they got drunk, I had to take them home.
Riding a motorcycle with drunk girls was terrifying. If they were just a little drunk, it was okay, but if they were really drunk
, I had to worry about them falling off the motorcycle. I also had to worry about the watchdogs lurking on the roadside, who
loved to inspect motorcycles carrying strange women like mine; every time I got caught, I had to explain for ages.
Usually, after I drop off the girls at their lodgings, they're mostly capable of opening the door themselves, so I don't have to worry about them
much . The next day at work, the girls I've driven are especially polite to me, desperately trying to
get tips from my customers, so I generally enjoy driving them.
Until one time, a girl nicknamed Xiaohong was so drunk she was practically incapacitated, and I realized how terrible it is to drive a drunk girl.
I was driving her as usual, but she was so intoxicated that while I was riding, she kept asking me to stop
so she could vomit on the roadside. That wouldn't have been bad, but then, without warning, she vomited right on my clothes.
The smell of alcohol, the smell of vomit, and the sticky mess on my clothes was absolutely disgusting. And to make matters worse, I had to take her
back before I could sneak back to my dorm to shower.
The ride was shaky and unsteady; being drunk made it even harder for me to ride. When we got to her place,
she was too weak to open the door. She collapsed to the floor, and I had to help her up from the first floor to the fourth
. I was exhausted when I finally opened the door and let her in.
Xiao Hong lived in a very nice apartment, the kind that looks like it was specifically built for rent, and it was beautifully
decorated . It was about 20 square meters, and only one person lived there. Clearly, the girls there had a
decent income; they could afford such a place by themselves.
When we got to her place, I immediately went to the bathroom to wipe off what she had vomited on me.
It was so uncomfortable to be covered in that sticky vomit residue.
After a while, Xiao Hong suddenly ran in. She was completely naked, running hot water to take a shower. Perhaps she was
too drunk to notice anyone in there. I was incredibly embarrassed, standing in the bathroom, unsure what to do. On one hand,
I wanted to get home quickly, but on the other hand, I was also horribly curious to see a naked beauty.
Aside from seeing naked women in pornographic films and books, this was the first time I had ever seen
a woman , so I couldn't help but want to look closely.
"Little Sam, you...you...what...what are you doing here?"
"You threw up on me, I have to clean it up."
"Ah...ah...that...that...I'm so...so sorry...let me see...it stinks...
it stinks ..."
"That's why I need to clean it up..."
"Take it off, take it off...I'll wash you up..."
"No need..." "
I told you to take it off, but you didn't...you're not giving me any face..."
Arguing with a drunk person will only cause more trouble, so I hurriedly took off my shirt and gave it to her.
"Then...I'll wait in the living room..."
"Go...go away..."
With my upper body bare, I couldn't ride my bike back, so I had to watch TV in the living room. The problem was, after watching TV
for a long time , I still hadn't seen her come out. If I didn't leave soon, I'd be exhausted on the way.
Partly because I was a little lustful, and partly because I was a little worried, I slipped back to the bathroom. There was
Xiao Hong fast asleep in the bathtub, her body covered in soap suds. My poor clothes
lay unceremoniously on the floor.
This was troublesome; everyone knew I had driven Xiaohong home. Now she was asleep in the bathtub, and if she
woke up the next day, she'd most likely catch a cold, especially since she was covered in soap suds.
So, I decided to "kindly" help her take a bath…
<3>
So I picked up a towel and began to wash her very carefully. Xiaohong wasn't a top-tier beauty, but she
had a curvaceous figure, which was very attractive to someone like me who had never been with a woman before.
Her skin was very white and smooth, and her neck and below were barely visible in the soapy water. I gently
whispered "hello" a few times in her ear, but there was no reaction.
So, I carefully put my hand in the water and secretly touched her breast. At that moment, my heart
was pounding so fast, and I felt a little breathless.
I looked at her, still no reaction, so I took a deep breath and unceremoniously cupped her breast with my whole hand.
I felt her breasts were so soft and comfortable; they were too big to fit in my palm, I probably needed two hands to hold them.
I gently touched them for a while, and felt her nipples harden little by little in my palm.
It felt so fun. Xiao Hong had her eyes closed; I wondered if she was truly unconscious. I pulled her
up a little, letting her upper body sit off the water. Her snow-white breasts leaped out of the water, so beautiful, the only
flaw being that they were covered in bubbles, making them hard to see clearly.
So I drained the bathtub, turned on the hot water, and quickly rinsed her clean with the showerhead.
After drying her with a towel, I helped her back to bed.
She had left her soiled clothes scattered on the floor, covered in vomit residue, which smelled terrible. So
I took them all to the laundry basket in the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest. My face
was hot, and large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.
I glanced at my watch; it was already past five. I really should go home early, but I couldn't bear to leave such a beautiful woman untouched
. Just a glimpse would be enough, I thought haphazardly.
Back at the bedside, she was still lying there, snoring softly; she must be asleep. She lay on her side, her long legs
crossed , incredibly sexy. I tried to pull her shoulder, straightening her into a supine position. Her full, round breasts seemed
to appear before my eyes, like a vanilla ice cream with a red strawberry on top.
I couldn't resist bringing my lips close, gently biting that little strawberry, feeling it harden little by little in my mouth
. I was terrified she would suddenly wake up, so I had to check on her every now and then. But she was truly unconscious.
In the past, no wonder I became increasingly bold. Eventually, I not only cupped her in my hands but also sucked on her vulva,
fantasizing about making love to her.
I finally couldn't resist reaching my hand between her legs; it was wet and slippery, almost soaking the sheets.
Do women get wet when they're asleep? I wasn't really sure. Maybe it was too slippery; one finger
accidentally slipped inside.
I felt my finger being completely enveloped by something warm and slippery. I explored it carefully inside; there were even small
folds . Perhaps it would really feel good to make love to her. Then I left my finger inside, kissing her breasts,
ears, and neck. Soon, her snoring turned into panting, but her eyes remained tightly closed; I didn't know what was happening
.
Actually, I was quite curious about what would happen to her if this continued, so I let my finger move in and
out of . Suddenly, she seemed to become very strong, hugging me tightly, her body
stiffening as if in a spasm, her fingers gripping my arm. Her fingernails left deep marks on my arm.
My fingers , felt as if they were being swallowed, constantly being sucked in.
Perhaps she had orgasmed; the sheets were soaked. I wondered if she was having a wet
dream about being intimate with her lover.
So I tidied myself up and rode my bike home. My mind was filled with lust the whole way, thinking about what I might do to her
, and how she wouldn't even know. Unfortunately, I lacked the courage to go any further; I could only drool from the sidelines
.
Thinking about it, I felt a little guilty, a tiny bit ashamed. I wondered what she
would be like After going back to sleep, I woke up from a lustful dream, still thinking about
whether I should be even more lustful next time the same thing happened.
After work that night, as expected, Xiao Hong insisted I give her a ride home, even though she didn't seem
drunk .
We didn't talk much on the way until we got to her house, where she asked me to come upstairs and have some tea with her.
"Tell me, did you do anything to me yesterday?"
"Ah...no..." My heart sank. Was she getting angry?
"I remember you ran into the bathroom later, but when I woke up today...sigh...I'm so embarrassed..." " Ah...really, nothing happened..." I hurriedly told her
everything that happened last night . She blushed, panting, lost in thought. Of course, I wouldn't say she groped me or did anything inappropriate. "You really didn't?" " Really didn't!" Well, I'd have to see if nothing happened...I mumbled. "Am I really that unattractive?!" Ugh, how could she say something like that? " No...I...I...I've never been with a woman before...I wouldn't dare..." "Hey, then you definitely ate yourself yesterday, I'm really sorry!" "Ah..." My face flushed, I didn't dare say anything...If I said I didn't eat myself, wouldn't that mean I ate her? If I said I ate myself, I'd be so embarrassed. "Heh, look how shy you are... You can stay today, consider it my compensation..." Before I could speak, she grabbed my hand: "Come on, let's take a bath!" My heart skipped a beat, I trembled a little, and blushed, not knowing what to do. "Heh! You look so clumsy, you've never been with a girl before. Don't be afraid, I won't eat you." <4> So the two of us went to the bathroom together, and I stood there, not knowing what to do. I watched as she calmly began to take off her clothes, while I watched, my mouth dry. "Does it look good?" she said casually. I slowly nodded, too afraid to take off my clothes. In the end, she had to help me take them off one by one. Then, she grabbed my hand and playfully placed it on her chest: "Does it feel good?" "Mmm." " You're so shy, look how big it's gotten~" " Ah..." I couldn't help but cry out. She suddenly grabbed it, as if she'd been electrocuted , making me dizzy. A little while later, the water was filled, and we were both soaking in the tub. I casually picked up some shower gel and started washing her back. As I washed , I moved from back to front. She started panting, then suddenly turned around and hugged me. Holding her , her body wet and slippery with shower gel, felt so good, I almost couldn't breathe. She then used her full breasts to roam over my body. A tingling current ran through my body with her rise and fall. Actually, I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I was a little scared, wondering what would happen if this continued ; yet I was also a little excited, wondering if sex would be as pleasurable as I imagined. I closed my eyes, slowly savoring this unprecedented feeling. A moment later, Xiaohong suddenly . "Want something more exciting?" she said with a playful smile, winking. "What?" I asked, bewildered. She leaned closer and breathed into my ear, a tingling sensation. "You wait..." Before I could react, a tingling, itchy feeling shot through my left ear like lightning, making me involuntarily gasp for breath. Like a kitten, she gently nibbled at my ear with her teeth. "Does it feel good?" she asked, nibbling lightly. I was gasping for breath, powerless to resist. "Do you know what it feels like for a woman to be penetrated by a man?" "I..." Of course, I didn't. With a "boom," she thrust her tongue into my ear. If the previous sensation was like a lightning strike, this felt like the blazing sun, a raging inferno shooting down from my head to my neck to my abdomen, as if it were a mournful cry of being consumed by flames. "Let me in..." I felt like a volcano was about to erupt, swollen and about to burst, and I involuntarily wanted to find a place to crawl inside. "Give up?" "Mmm..." How could a child who had never experienced battle not surrender? We quickly washed up, not even having time to dry ourselves, and rushed to the bedroom. She told me to lie down obediently, but changed her approach, kissing my neck, shoulders, and chest. Her movements were gentle and smooth , like wisps of smoke in a breeze, flowing downhill. The smoke would stop near the mountain. She was like a greedy child, reluctantly licking the melting ice cream cone, licking it round and round, gently touching it with her hands , as soft as a feather falling from the sky. I, on the other hand, was drawn into the vortex of passion, round and round...

Circles tightened around me from bottom to top. The surge of desire flowed like streams, then gathered in
a dam, overflowing little by little.
The torrent of water seeped from the dam, and I felt as if I were the first snowflakes melting under the blazing sun
. At first, it was just a thin trickle, gradually eroding the sturdy
dam , finally bursting forth in a torrent.
I groaned helplessly, letting myself flow with the surging torrent. Time seemed to stand still, wave
after wave, endlessly, an incredible feeling I had never experienced before.
I felt drained, devoid of consciousness, devoid of time.
When I came to my senses, I was still trembling.
"Ah! You came so much…" she said, a few drops of water still clinging to her lips.
"No...I'm sorry..." I felt incredibly ashamed, so useless; I couldn't even last
long .
"How did it feel?"
"Thank you...it really felt good."
A sudden wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I involuntarily yawned. I curled up against her chest, listening to her
heartbeat, letting her gently stroke my hair, my eyelids feeling incredibly heavy.
Perhaps it wasn't comfortable with me as a pillow, because she stirred, startling me from my half-asleep state. I realized she had
just been servicing me; how could I have fallen asleep?
Following the instincts bestowed upon me by the Creator over millennia, I cupped her large breasts
and began to suckle. Her breathing became rapid, and she occasionally let out soft moans. "Gently...
bite gently with your teeth..." she corrected my clumsy movements.
Guided by her, I kissed her from her full breasts to her ears, shoulders, and moist
lips. My free hands explored her body, from top to bottom, until they reached her flowing,
moist spot. She writhed and moaned softly, pulling me towards her paradise… “Ah!”
we became one. After several rounds of lovemaking, I have to admit it was an immense pleasure.
Although there was no love, my thrilling first time was with Xiao Hong. After that, whenever she wanted or I
wanted , we could do it at her house, our relationship purely based on lust. I didn't fall in love with her, and I think she
didn't love me either. The only difference was that she was my first woman, so there was bound to be a little bit of subtle emotion
. Watching her being taken away made me a little unhappy. But she wasn't my girlfriend, so being
unhappy was useless.
Although I was older than her, her social experience was far richer than mine. Especially in
matters of love , she taught me almost everything, transforming me from an awkward man into one who could satisfy a woman. She often
told me that it didn't matter if a man wasn't handsome; women would automatically choose the man who could make them happy. Sex isn't about brute force
; most women prefer foreplay to sex itself.
Whether man or woman, what we seek in the opposite sex is perhaps just a dream!
The ordinary life of a young master changed a little until a new woman arrived at the hotel. Almost every man
was stunned at first sight of her.
She was a woman in black, with long hair, snow-white skin, and no makeup, yet
her was breathtaking. It was even the first time I realized that flawless legs
are more beautiful without stockings.
Her nickname was Night Shadow, rumored to be a campus beauty from a national university,
poached .
She said she was a shadow living in the night. She said she was the Queen of the Night. She said she was the night itself. Legend had it that she was
as cold as ice. Legend had it that she had never been drunk. Legend had it that she had never been taken out. Legend had it that
anyone who tried to take advantage of her would suffer a terrible fate. Her arrival
caused a sensation at the hotel on her very first day. Though she didn't talk much, she captivated all the patrons
. Even the stock market tycoon, Mr. Wang, offered a staggering 100,000 yuan for a one-night stand, which she politely declined with a smile.
It wasn't until a man in a white Porsche picked her up at the end of the day that I realized 100,000 yuan was
probably .
Ms. Nightshade's arrival certainly boosted the hotel's business. However, Ms. Nightshade had one peculiar habit: she
never helped the young masters collect tips. In fact, with her immense popularity and endless bookings,
she didn't need the young masters to introduce new clients.
But with business booming, our young masters' incomes also increased significantly. Previously earning 2,000 yuan in tips a day
, now it's 2,500 to 3,000 yuan. Who knows, after a summer vacation, I might even be able to afford a used
car !
After this period, I've gone from a novice young master to a seasoned one. Everyone in the related
industries near Liutiao Street recognizes me. For example, customers often asked us to buy
cigarettes and betel nuts , and I would always go to the same betel nut stand. The proprietress there was very tacit; whenever she saw me, she would
give me two extra betel nuts. Although I didn't eat betel nuts, the other young masters did, so I would use those two nuts
for public relations.
It's a pity there weren't betel nut beauties in those days, otherwise I might have been able to pick up one or two.
Miss Nightshade was a very strange person. She always had endless things to talk about with the bar girls, but
she never gave us young masters a friendly look. Although everyone in our young masters' social club thought she was very pretty,
not a single person had a good impression of her. Every time I saw her, I would greet her, but we never chatted
or joked around.
On the other hand, I maintained a good relationship with Miss Little Red. We helped each other out, so we both
benefited. Sometimes when I got home late, I would unceremoniously stay overnight at her place, and the next day we
would go out to eat .
I always hoped Xiaohong would know when to quit while she was ahead, and marry an honest man after she'd made her fill of money. She, however, always complained that she didn't have enough money and hoped to make more for a couple more years. Whether she listened to me or not was irrelevant
to a couple whose relationship was based solely on physical needs . Through Xiaohong's description, I learned that although Yeying was very popular, she was also very good at attracting clients girls and getting tips for them. Therefore, all the girls in the shop were very friendly to her. Initially, many girls worried that she would steal too many clients from them, but later they all had to rely on her to earn more tips . The long summer vacation finally ended, and I calculated that I had earned about 150,000 yuan. I bought a brand new...

After the computer and a brand-new motorcycle, it was time to return to my normal school life. At this point, my pockets
were full, and I was living a very comfortable life.
As for Xiao Hong, since she had a new suitor, I gradually contacted her less.
My time seemed to have come to an end.
Time flew by, and with the money I earned from the hotel, I crammed for half a year at a cram school and successfully passed the entrance exam for a national
university's graduate program.
I don't know whose rule it was, but it seemed that every national university had to have an artificial lake. This rule
was incredibly attractive to someone like me who loved fishing. So I immediately got a fishing license and went
fishing at the lake every now and then.
Although the school rules prohibited fishing at night, the fish were bigger at night, so I often sneaked to the lake
in the middle of the night to fish secretly. Because I often gave the fish I caught during the day to the campus police,
they almost all recognized me. If they caught me at night, nothing happened; sometimes they would even
smoke and chat with me. Of course, if I caught a fish, I would share a couple with them.
Fishing at night offers many interesting sights. Especially around schools, the artificial lake is
a popular spot for couples' rendezvous; the lakeside is a favorite dating location. The lakeside benches are often
packed and couples who arrive late have to patiently wait in line. If someone gets caught in a passionate embrace, the couple
might wait forever. So, when I fish at night and there are no fish, I'm more interested in watching couples
on dates —it's much more interesting than fishing during the day.
Once, I saw a couple embracing and kissing on a bench in the distance. One person lifted the other
's shirt and stuck their head inside, and then they started writhing and turning. I almost wanted to buy a big
telescope right then and there.
Because their actions were so intimate, I grabbed my fishing rod and walked past them,
hoping to see if the woman was pretty. But what I saw shocked me—they
were both women!
<5>
Seeing such gossip, I lost interest in fishing and rushed back to my dorm
to post .
Because of the skewed male-to-female ratio at school—seven guys for every one girl—it immediately sparked a
heated . A bunch of bachelors lamented online about the scarcity of girls and the prevalence of homosexuality.
Moralists started criticizing homosexuality, and gay rights groups launched attacks, leading
to an online war.
I was the most pitiful; my inbox was suddenly flooded with abusive emails, forcing me to
apologize . Others were more gossipy, asking what the girl looked like and if she was pretty.
Frankly, it was so dark, I couldn't even see them clearly. And, most terrifyingly
, the person involved showed up.
I received an email claiming to be the person involved, telling me not to go too far. The user had only logged on
once, through the computer lab, not from the dorm, clearly not wanting to be identified. Her
username was lesby, I wondered if there was any hidden meaning.
I could only politely apologize to her, explaining that I didn't mean to cause an online uproar. This well-written
apology might calm her down.
Unfortunately, I miscalculated. A woman's revenge is terrifying.
The next day when I logged on, my inbox was flooded. And it kept flooding every day, to the point where I considered switching accounts.
But switching accounts made me worried that my friends and family wouldn't be able to find me, which put me in a difficult position.
I checked the sender's profile many times, but she hadn't logged on since, obviously she hadn't seen the apology. To prevent my inbox
from flooding again, I reluctantly posted the apology online, hoping she would stop flooding my inbox.
The next day, I received an email from someone named lesbi, who was another party involved. Of course, this was also a
one-time account. She said she had already spoken to lesby and asked her to calm down, so she shouldn't flood my
inbox again.
To express my apology, I replied to Lesbi, hoping to treat both of them to a meal as
a token of my remorse.
Lesbi was more generous, but Lesby didn't accept, so I only managed to invite Lesbi.
Treating others to meals is an art, and I've never quite grasped its secrets, so I always end up choosing places like bullfighting stadiums.
Unfortunately, these places are full of knives, forks, and hot plates; one wrong move and you're guaranteed a few transparent holes
or bull-shaped branding marks.
When I first met Lesbi, I was quite impressed. Although she had short hair, it couldn't hide her natural beauty—
the kind of cool, beautiful kind! She was a very talkative girl, completely unafraid of strangers, and once she started talking,
she wouldn't stop.
'If only she weren't a lesbian,' I thought to myself.
Since I hadn't yet been injured by the knives, forks, or hot plates after dinner, I took her to see the night view. After talking for a while,
I realized she drove, while I rode a motorcycle, so I had to give her a ride, hoping she wouldn't take me to some deserted place and leave me stranded.
She drove to the Xinfeng Slope on Provincial Highway 1, offering a panoramic view of Hsinchu's nightscape.
The scent of her perfume wafted around me, making me feel very comfortable.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Very pretty, and very handsome too! If you were a guy, you'd definitely charm countless girls."
"Heh, I've already charmed countless girls."
I almost forgot, she's a lesbian, so it's only natural that she charms many girls.
"Excuse me for asking, but how did you come to love women?"
Her expression was a little complicated: "Actually, I love women, and I love men. I love being a woman,
and I love being a man. Love with men is more like passion. Love with women, however, transcends to
art ; that's true emotion."
"I don't quite understand." She
lit a cigarette, slowly puffing on it, her eyes filled with a mysterious light. "You're not a woman, you wouldn't
understand."
"Okay, then how can you say that the feelings between women are art?"
She flicked her cigarette ash. "Art is a state of being. Only a woman can understand a woman's heart, so
only a woman can truly love another woman. Only by being loved by someone who fully understands a woman can one receive true
love."
"Men can understand women's hearts too..."
"Wrong! Men can never truly understand women. Because, after all, men aren't women. Just like no matter
how well a man understands women, he's never experienced the pain and discomfort of menstruation." "
But women can't marry other women..."
"That's the greatness of same-sex love—choosing an ending without an ending, that's true love."
After she talked for so long, even I started to get confused: "Then why do you love men too?"
"Men give me passion. They don't understand women, and having someone who doesn't understand me occupy me, that
uncertainty makes me blush, my heart race, my blood boil." "
I see... So, do you want to be a man or a woman today?"
"Guess..."
"A man."
"You seem to know the situation perfectly!"
"Well, otherwise why would you be arguing with me about such philosophical things?" I lit a cigarette, looking at Lesbi through the layers of smoke, my mind filled with the complexities of
being neither male nor female. "Do you drink?" "Yes, why?" " Let's go to my dorm for a drink!" "You don't have class tomorrow?" "No." " Then you're not afraid of getting drunk..." "Don't worry, I won't get drunk." "I get drunk very easily..." "Ahem... If you get drunk, I'll just dump you downstairs." After chatting for a while, Lesbi drove me to the Bullfighters' Club, grabbed my motorcycle, and headed straight for University Road. She rented a suite outside the school, and unlike what I imagined, her room was very messy, unlike a girl 's room. Taking a few sips of whiskey, I suddenly realized that there are quite a few girls who smoke and drink these days. "Where's Lesbi?" "She's at school working on a report, due tomorrow." "You brought a guy back, aren't you afraid she'll get jealous?" "Heh, she thinks I'm not interested in guys!" "Hmm, I see... So you girls also have secrets you don't want your lovers to know?" "And men have their secrets too, don't they?" I tilted my head and thought about it, and it seemed to be true. Everyone has things they don't want others to know, but in my experience, men are less likely to keep secrets; one slip and their secrets are exposed . <6> "Let's drink and sing, how short is life, like morning dew, the past days are full of sorrow..." she murmured, seemingly lost in thought. "Hey, don't say that, there's plenty of time in the future, why be so sorrowful about the past?" I quickly tried to cheer her up. "Women and women, perhaps it really is true that the past days are full of sorrow..." " Then why don't you find another man and the future will be long!" "You 're such a smooth talker!" We chatted idly, then drifted off to sleep amidst the clinking of glasses. Perhaps we drank too much, because we weren't woken up by the phone until the afternoon of the next day. Having slept on the floor all night, I had a headache and a sore neck, and listened to Lesbi on the phone with a hazy mind. People are quite interesting; their tone is often one way when they're face to face, but completely different when they pick up the phone. I could only hear her clutching the phone, whining and pleading, which gave me goosebumps. It turned out Lesby was busy and couldn't spend the day with Lesbi. As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder , leaving me sitting next to them desperately wanting to disappear. After an hour, she finally hung up. We figured we had nothing much to do, so I dragged her to the school's artificial lake to sneak a fishing trip. The two of them chatted happily by the lake, pointing and whispering about other couples. I brought a high-powered pair of binoculars for birdwatching, and I didn't expect girls to love watching couples hug and kiss; she even wanted to use the binoculars to peek. I got two fishing rods, one for each of us. Luckily, there were plenty of small fish on campus, and we could easily catch one or two . With other couples to watch, the time passed quickly. We fishermen have an unwritten rule called the "Fool's Foot Theorem." The idea is that people who can't fish usually catch bigger and more fish—this strange theorem is almost always true. This time , the two of us caught no less than twenty fish in total, but only one, weighing about two pounds, was caught by Lesbi. The other fish were thin and shriveled, so we had to release them back into the lake. Lesbi was overjoyed, constantly bragging to me about how good she was. But then again, it was fine since they were all small fish, but catching one weighing about two pounds felt wasteful to release, yet we didn't know what to do with it. After discussing it for a while, we decided to grill it on the roof of my dorm building. I live in a four-story student dormitory at school, and there's a rooftop accessible; people often grill meat there from time to time. So, we went to the convenience store near the school gate, bought some equipment, and grilled meat enjoying the moon. Drinking ice-cold beer was truly relaxing. "Hey, look over there…" she excitedly pointed to the dorm building next door. "What's that?" "I didn't understand at first, and looked around. 'What are they doing in that dorm room?' Upon closer inspection, oh my god, two naked people were writhing on the bed. 'Wait a minute.' I hurriedly rushed downstairs and grabbed two binoculars. So the two of us, with two binoculars, stared intently. It was a dorm room on the second floor across the way, with four beds, divided into bunk beds. Two people were lying on the upper bunk by the window. They were very careful, pulling up the dorm's blinds, and the blinds were angled upwards, so we could see them clearly from the rooftop. The dorm room across the way was about thirty meters away from where we were now, and with the 32x magnification binoculars, it was as if it were right in front of us, with every detail clearly visible. When I brought the binoculars up, they had just finished taking off their clothes." The two were naked on the bed, the man on top of the woman, kissing her incessantly. After a while, the woman seemed impatient, pressing her hands against the man's buttocks and pushing him towards her crotch. Gradually, the man's movements became more vigorous, and the woman wrapped her legs around the man's waist. About three minutes later, exactly the time it took me to finish a cigarette, they stopped moving.

Thirty seconds passed before the boy's body moved away from the girl, his head sliding down until it finally buried itself between
her legs.
I hurriedly lit another cigarette and took a swig of beer. The feeling of spying on someone else was enough to give me a heart attack and
leave my mouth dry.
At that moment, the girl's two snow-white thighs were clamping the boy's face, her hands gripping his
hair tightly. Then her waist began to arch, like a curled-up shrimp. Finally, her abdomen seemed
to contract involuntarily, and their movements returned to calm. The boy got up, grabbed some toilet paper, and the two of them
cleaned themselves together.
"Ha, that was fast!" I put down my binoculars.
"Yeah..." she bit her lip.
I patted her shoulder, which startled her, and she jumped up.
"Oh, don't be nervous, let's sit down and have some beer!"
"Hmm..."
The two of them sat side by side, looking up at the sky. The clear moonlight made the stars hide.
The alcohol fueled the passionate scene from before, and even breathing felt like it was stopping.
I was secretly watching someone else have sex with a girl, and my face felt a little hot. I didn't dare look at her.
"My face is so hot... I'm so embarrassed..." I tried to ease the tension,
raising my hand to cover my face.
But I was too nervous, and my hand accidentally hit her eye. "Ouch..." she cried,
rubbing .
"I'm so sorry..." I quickly grabbed her hand, trying to rub it for her.
But the hand I grabbed felt like an electric shock.
Her left eye was already wet and looked very painful.
"Don't cry, it'll make you ugly..." I tried to comfort her, feeling sorry for her, and I couldn't help but lean down and
gently kiss her eye.
"You bullied me..." she raised her right hand as if to hit me, but I grabbed it. Holding her hand
, soft and smooth, brought a unique feeling to my heart.
The summer night was cool as water, the charcoal fire was dying down, leaving only faint embers. A faint, almost imperceptible light fell on her
face, but the night was like a thin veil, obscuring her features. A night breeze blew, and the dying embers flickered
to life. The tear tracks on her face, not yet faded, shone like stars in the cold night. "
So beautiful," I exclaimed from the bottom of my heart.
I took her hand, gently lifted it, and kissed it. She silently gazed at the dim embers, lost
in thought . Gently, I embraced her from behind, kissing her hair, her long neck, her
ears, inhaling her delicate fragrance. Without my noticing, my hands, which had been around her waist, moved upwards, caressing her breasts
wantonly .
With a "hiss," I kicked over the beer bottle by the stove, extinguishing the embers, and the night slowly
enveloped us again.
Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes half-closed, drawing me like a magnet to kiss her. My restless hands
seized the opportunity to lift her shirt and slip inside. That long-forgotten feeling returned through my fingertips.
I was no longer an naive child. My fingertips played a gentle melody, flowing over her
full breasts, circling towards their peaks. Our lips remained intertwined
, her small tongue sucking at the passion she gave me.
The warmth of her body, the softness of her flesh—it felt like so long ago! When our passionate lips parted, I
buried my face in her chest, greedily and unrestrainedly. From her chest to her armpits to her lower abdomen, to her waist, I left my lips in marks.
The night was dark, the fire extinguished, but her snow-white skin, bathed in moonlight, was as smooth and delicate as silk. It was a pity we were
on the dormitory rooftop; I couldn't completely remove my clothes. When I reached into her pants, her private parts were already flowing with fluid.
She squeezed her legs together, struggling to resist the overwhelming passion.
"No...please don't come in..." she murmured, her voice pleading.
I was stunned, not understanding how a woman could back out in the heat of passion: "Why? Did I do
something wrong ?"
She shook her head: "I don't want to betray her...so I can only...better you..."
"I understand..." Hormones drove me towards passion, but reason prevented me from forcing her:
"Then...I won't have sex with you, okay?"
"Mmm..." she nodded.
"I understand."
Perhaps out of spite, my fingers, which had been inside her panties, suddenly burst in, eliciting a soft gasp.
A torrent of fluid gushed out like a hot spring, and I could feel the warm current flowing down my fingers like raindrops. She
bit my neck and shoulders passionately, trying not to make any suggestive sounds. I kept drawing
small circles with my fingers, trying to see if she could hold on.
Soon, her tightness loosened, and she bit her lip, holding me tightly. 'Is it time
?' I thought to myself, when suddenly she cried out, her body convulsing. My fingers seemed to be sucked in
, held tightly by her.
She stiffened for a moment, then finally couldn't hold on any longer, grabbing my hand and gesturing for me to remove it.
Playfully used my wet fingers to rub her chest, but she was too weak to resist, trembling uncontrollably.
Holding her languid and powerless lesbian, the burning desire in my lower abdomen had nowhere to go. I picked up a not-too-cold
beer to drink, but it was already bitter and hard to swallow.
'Thanks…' she said in a barely audible voice.
'Heh…' I kissed her cute nose.
'Do you want me to help you?' she asked kindly.
I shook my head. She was completely exhausted; helping me would only be scratching the surface.
About half an hour later, her burning desire had subsided. She straightened up, and I helped her
fasten , not forgetting to give her another quick grope.
After we got home, my roommate laughed as soon as she saw me. Apparently, I had quite a few bite marks on my body; I'd probably need a high-necked shirt to cover them even
in summer .
Maybe people just have a tendency to be perverse—the more unattainable something is, the more they want it. Lesbi, this
easy prey, escaped unscathed. And because it was dark, I could
n't even tell what color underwear she was wearing—a real loss. But it also made me start to have fantasies about her.
<7>
I don't know if it's because of too many sexual fantasies that I think about Lesbi all the time. Thinking about her voice, thinking about…
I thought about her appearance and her body.
A few days later, I finally got my chance because she needed my
help . I studied computer science; I wasn't very good at other things, but programming was no problem for me.
In those days of snail-paced computers, if you wanted to do large-scale mathematical calculations, you had to book a
supercomputer . Unfortunately, with so many people using the supercomputer, its speed was only about as fast as a rabbit's. Lesbi had a chaos
problem that had used up all her supercomputer usage time, so she wanted to borrow my account.
Although I studied computer science, I only used workstations at the institute; I'd only ever seen pictures of what a supercomputer looked
like , let alone had an account. But I'm a proud Leo,
how could I give up so easily! So I told her I'd write a program for her using assembly language specifically for calculating chaos
, which might not be slower than the supercomputer.
Assembly language is a low-level programming language; programs written in it can often be hundreds of times faster than those written
in other languages. However, its code isn't like high-level code. Even
something as simple as one plus one equals two requires several lines of code, written in the way the computer actually operates. Of course, writing
this kind of program takes much longer than using a high-level language.
After discussing it with her for a while, we decided that I would go to her dorm to help her write the program, while she would be responsible for meals, drinks
, and snacks. So I packed some disks and reference manuals, and went to her
dorm the next day to start working.
I remember back in the Stone Age, because chips were expensive, personal computers
had optional chips in addition to the central processing unit, called "mathematical processors." Now, in a more advanced era, these
mathematical processors are built into the central processing unit. However, the instructions they use are still
a bit different from ordinary instructions.
This time, I found a manual and used these special instructions to help Lesbi write math-specific programs.
Perhaps it was because I fantasized too much about her, but at the beginning, I wasn't very focused on writing, constantly stealing glances at her
body, imagining what she would look like without clothes. Since we were in the dorm, she was dressed very casually: a
white t-shirt and black athletic shorts. Through her shirt, I could vaguely see two nipples, swaying
with her movements, as if she weren't wearing a bra, which was particularly arousing.
When I first started writing the program, she stood beside me enthusiastically watching, but later, unable to help, she
sat on the edge of the bed reading a teen novel. I, on the other hand, alternated between daydreaming and writing, getting up every now and then
to stretch and then leering at her.
Perhaps she got tired of sitting, because she bent over. During one stretch, I suddenly realized that I could
see directly underneath her through her loose collar.
Or perhaps she was too focused on looking and didn't notice me peeking around. So I stood up, pretending to
exercise , but my mind was wandering, trying to find the best vantage point.
After countless attempts, I finally found the perfect vantage point, with a clear view of her private parts.
At first glance, I saw two blushes, like plum blossoms blooming on snow-white ridges.
Two nipples stood erect, perhaps from the constant friction of her shirt, I thought to myself.
Of course, there was another possibility: perhaps she was being seduced by the eroticism of a novel, causing her some physical
arousal ? So I went over and sat beside her bed to see what she was reading.
"Good heavens, is this a rape drama or something?"
I unfortunately stumbled upon a scene of forced sexual intercourse.
"Oh, that's the usual formula. The female protagonist meets the arrogant and unruly male protagonist, and after
many hardships , the male protagonist finally realizes he can't live without her. He's completely won over, and
they live happily ever after."
"Now, the male protagonist can't resist temptation, and although the female protagonist loves him, she's unwilling to give herself to him, so he forces
himself on her."
"You girls read this kind of stuff?"
"It's really good... everyone's reading it..."
I suddenly realized that those books with beautifully drawn crayon covers sold in the market are actually erotic novels
for girls. After Lesbi's detailed explanation, I found the formula to be quite fixed:
First, the male protagonist is handsome and has an endless supply of money. Sometimes he's a prince on a white horse,
sometimes a young prince, sometimes a duke, and sometimes even an emperor. But he's always very rich, and his profession
is always blank.
Second, the male protagonist is arrogant and can never be won over by any girl.
It's no wonder . Sometimes there are thousands of concubines in the palace, and outside there are countless other women who seem like wildflowers that can't be extinguished by fire or spring up again.
And while there are many women, there will never be any children to carry on the family line, so the heroine doesn't end up raising someone else's child.
Third, the heroine is poor. If it's a period drama, she might accidentally be chosen to enter the palace or work
odd jobs .
Fourth, the heroine might still be a virgin, so her first time will definitely be painful, but strangely pleasurable. And
in the latter half of the first time, the male lead will secrete some unknown anesthetic, leaving the heroine with only pleasure and
no pain.
Fifth, after all the hardships, the male and female leads finally live happily ever after. Money will always fall from
the sky , so the heroine's job after marriage is simply shopping sprees and traveling the world. Even better
, without a job and eating well every day, she doesn't need to exercise, diet, swim, or do cardio, and her figure will never change.
"So, to put it simply, you can make a pink crayon novel by stringing together ten sex scenes."
Lesbi is terrible at programming, but he gets all talk about erotica books.
"Okay, okay! It's lunchtime, where's my lunch?"
I forgot to tell her, I'm not a prince, I don't have servants to bring me food.
"Right, I'll go buy a bento box, what do you want to eat?"
"Just some pork ribs rice will do, preferably with a Coke."
So she hurried off, leaving me alone in her room, which gave me the perfect opportunity to peek at
things Hopefully, I won't get a sty.

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