[05-30] 【Urban Romance】

Finally home. This was my first feeling upon returning to the city. This city, which I used to find dirty and dilapidated, was now the most beautiful place in my heart. I had said goodbye to the impoverished, picturesque mountain village and was now living in a bustling, vibrant metropolis.

This transfer was arranged entirely by Deputy Political Commissar Meng of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Although he wasn't my father's comrade-in-arms, he was a demobilized officer from the 47th Army. We were both from the military. I knew my father's comrade must have spent a considerable amount of money to get his help, but he was the one who transferred me back. Whether in the eyes of others or in my own heart, it was clear that from now on, my honor and disgrace were inextricably linked to his. I was his man.

The night before I reported to the bureau, I visited Deputy Political Commissar Meng, bringing some wild game I had brought from the countryside. His home wasn't in the Public Security Bureau dormitory, but in a small building in the new municipal government residential area, demonstrating the extent of his connections and influence.

I stammered out my gratitude, and Deputy Political Commissar Meng skillfully comforted and encouraged me, not caring much about the gifts I brought. He simply mentioned the names of several of my uncles (all my father's comrades-in-arms), telling me to work hard and not let them down. As I was leaving, he casually mentioned that I had been assigned to the city's public security detachment as a squad leader. This brought tears to my eyes again.

In my newly assigned dormitory, I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed in my brand-new police uniform. My healthy, strong physique still made me look young. My skin was a bit darker than before, but it added to my heroic air. Not bad, except the rank on my shoulders was too low. Squad leaders are generally ranked as third-level police superintendents, while I was still a first-level police officer. Looking at the two bars and one star on others' shoulders, I felt an indescribable sense of grievance. I had wasted two whole years of my life; I had to reclaim what I had lost.

I knew that only by seizing power could I possess everything. Back then, a single word from the person in power sent me to a remote, impoverished area; now, another word from the same person brings me back to the city. Power is truly magical. I have no power of my own; I must rely on those who wield it to survive and thrive. Political Commissar Meng is my patron. I must depend on him to climb the ranks.

The most lucrative department in the Public Security Bureau is the First Squadron, responsible for special operations management. They manage all the entertainment venues in the city. All the officers are equipped with mobile phones and motorcycles, smoke only premium cigarettes, and drink only expensive liquors like Moutai and Wuliangye. Every day, numerous business owners, big and small, come to their office for business; officers from other departments are extremely envious.

My Fifth Squadron is an emergency response team, composed mostly of demobilized soldiers and recent police academy graduates—all young and skilled in martial arts. The bureau essentially uses us as special police, a combination of the current 110 patrol and riot police. I work extremely hard, urging the entire team to practice grappling and combat, always leading from the front on duty. I hope to make a name for myself.

Opportunity always favors the prepared. One night, I received a call from Deputy Political Commissar Meng in the duty room. He said someone was causing trouble at a nightclub owned by his relative and asked me to handle it. It had been almost half a year since I returned to the city, and this was the first time Deputy Political Commissar Meng had asked me for a favor; I was quite excited.

When I arrived at his relative's Fuhua Nightclub, I was dumbfounded. Hundreds of people were gathered at the entrance. Squeezing inside, I saw five or six armed police officers aggressively blocking the door, while several security guards, their faces bruised and swollen, stood silently to the side. The armed police were shouting that they wanted to beat up the owner. After a brief inquiry, I learned that the armed police had been treating guests at the nightclub, and when it came time to pay, they argued with the staff about the high price. The security guards tried to intervene but were beaten badly.

The onlookers fell silent when they saw us enter, seemingly waiting for a good show. It seems every city is like this; soldiers and armed police act as if they have special privileges. They run red lights, fight with the police, and behave arrogantly. Usually, it's the police who back down, and even in occasional clashes, the police are often no match for the well-trained soldiers and armed police.

Unsurprisingly, these armed police officers completely disregarded me, shouting that the boss had to come out and apologize. I patiently explained the situation, appealing to their emotions and reasoning with them. They remained unmoved. My subordinates were furious, and the onlookers booed. There was no other way but to take action. The armed police never expected the police to strike first, and two of them were caught off guard and knocked down. The remaining armed police rushed over, but they were no match for us, being drunk. In the end, we handcuffed them all and took them to the police station.

The officers who accompanied me received a hero's welcome as they entered the station; all the police officers came out, looking at us with astonishment and envy. For the first time, the police didn't suffer a loss in a conflict with the soldiers and armed police. This was an unprecedented record for our city. Although we subsequently handed the armed police officers over to officers from the armed police force who arrived after being alerted, we didn't take any further action against them. The news spread rapidly throughout the city, evolving into a myth that a few police officers had defeated over a dozen drunken and disorderly armed police officers. The bureau leaders went to the armed police force the next day to persuade them, offering free treatment at the police hospital for the injured officers. However, upon returning, they happily ran to our squadron to commend them. The portly Director Wang, in particular, was quite excited, saying that in all his years dealings with the armed police, they had always been the ones who benefited, always offering free treatment at the armed police hospital for the injured. This time, he finally got his revenge.

What I cared about most was Deputy Political Commissar Meng's attitude. He simply said, "Little Zhang is good." Although it was just a simple sentence, I felt very satisfied. I knew he was pleased with my performance.

Sure enough, a few days later, Director Liu from the bureau office, a confidant of Deputy Political Commissar Meng, invited me to the Fuhua Dance Hall for a chat. In the luxuriously decorated private room, the owner, Chen Jing, was especially hospitable. I learned at the dinner table that Chen Jing was Deputy Political Commissar Meng's brother-in-law. Director Liu was from the same hometown as Deputy Political Commissar Meng. It seemed I was starting to be drawn into this little circle.

This was my first time trying a brothel. Each man had a flamboyant woman sitting next to him, and as we drank, we made suggestive remarks and took the opportunity to touch and grope the women, making them coquettish. Under these circumstances, the men naturally grew closer.

That night was also my first time patronizing a prostitute. When I saw Director Liu unabashedly embracing a woman and staggering into the small private room, I didn't hold back either, and I followed her into another private room with my own woman. It was

my first time facing a woman selling her body for money, and I felt a little strange. I still remember she was a girl from Chengdu, Sichuan, with short, ear-length hair, a very beautiful figure, and skin that wasn't very fair but was very smooth and cool.

Whether it was nervousness or something else, when the Chengdu girl revealed her naked body to me, although my heart was pounding with desire, my body didn't react. Her cheeks were flushed with a hint of alcohol as she helped me undress, then lay down beside me on the small bed. She stimulated my limp penis with her soft hands.

I felt a mixture of shame and indignation; a beautiful woman lay beside me, waiting to be enjoyed and conquered, yet my usually strong body remained unresponsive. The Chengdu girl, experienced as she was, showed no impatience, patiently continuing to tease me while her lips lingered on my chest with tender kisses. Each time her tongue brushed against my nipples, a wave of pleasurable tremor ran through my body.

My hands circled behind her neck, caressing her soft, full breasts, feeling the slight vibration of her heartbeat. Her hands were skillful, gently kneading my scrotum. A surge of heat flowed from her palms into my body, while her other hand stroked my still limp penis. My mind was a jumbled mess, blank and unfocused. I could only feel waves of pleasure surging through my lower body.

Faint sounds of a woman's moans and the creaking of the bed under her weight drifted from the next private room. It seemed Director Liu was already displaying his prowess with the woman. My eyes met those of the Chengdu girl, and we both smiled.

My body began to heat up; my penis, like a hibernating snake, began to awaken, slowly hardening in her hands. The girl gently pressed against me, sucking on my penis until it swelled and broke free of her delicate grasp. Without me even realizing it, she expertly slipped a thin sheath onto my penis. Then she lay on the bed, awaiting my next move.

I pressed myself against her, feeling the coolness of her soft skin. Her legs were spread wide, facilitating my further actions. I explored with my hands, searching for my destination. From the soft hair, her vulva radiated warmth. My fingers easily broke through the barrier and entered her passage, which was lubricated, wet, warm, and sticky. I used my knees to spread her legs even wider, her vulva opening slightly with my movements. That opening and closing motion aroused me even more.

Her eyes were half-closed, her hands weakly gripping my legs, her cheeks even more flushed, a charming and submissive look on her face. I leaned forward, my buttocks sinking, and my large glans immediately pierced her vulva, my penis soaking in that warm, narrow passage. She couldn't help but cry out, her moans soft and alluring.

At that moment, I forgot our identities—police officer, client? Beauty, prostitute? I only knew that I was a man, and she was a woman. I wanted to conquer her with my penis, to make her submit to me, to satisfy my pride and vanity, to release all my desire and semen into her body.

Rumor has it that Chengdu girls are the gentlest and most considerate in bed; I don't know if it's true. But she certainly was very easy to satisfy a man. Her face was filled with a captivating spring-like allure, and she occasionally let out seductive moans. Her petite body was extremely sensitive, responding to my movements with ease, allowing me to easily reach peak pleasure. With each rapid, heavy thrust, her legs parted and clamped, giving my penis an intense stimulation, her lower abdomen arching upwards to meet my thrusts. Even through the condom, my penis could feel the warm, comforting heat emanating from her body.

I panted heavily as I worked hard on her, each thrust bringing a humiliating pleasure. She seemed to cry out as if she were about to die from my assault, but as I withdrew, her genitals eagerly sought me out again, anticipating my re-entry.

Our sweat mingled at the point where our bodies met, mingling with the love fluids gushing from her body, slowly trickling down the bed with each powerful thrust.

Her moans grew louder, seemingly irresistible, fueling my excitement as I charged deeper into her. Her body, like a snake or an octopus, clung to me tightly, her vaginal muscles contracting intensely, giving me even more intense stimulation.

Finally, my urges surged forth like a tidal wave, blurring my vision. All my essence was released, leaving me limp and powerless as I collapsed onto her.

She silently endured my final spasms within her, and only after I was completely limp did she pull away from me, quickly cleaning herself, then wrapping my limp, snake-like penis in toilet paper and removing the condom. Her movements were as practiced as a dedicated cleaner.

I lazily watched her perform these clean-up tasks. She tossed away the toilet paper, smiled at me, and pressed her smooth body against mine again. Her small hands gently caressed my penis, still glistening with semen. She curled up in my arms like a docile kitten and fell asleep.

After that night, I knew I was starting to hold some place in Deputy Political Commissar Meng's heart, but I still needed to work harder to fully gain his favor. Deputy Political Commissar Meng told me the names of several entertainment venues, implying that they were related to him, and I naturally knew what to do. Since the battle with the Armed Police, our Fifth Squadron's reputation had grown considerably. Various departments would give us some face. I contacted the owners of those entertainment venues and handled their official paperwork. They were very sensible, and from then on, officers in our Fifth Squadron could also enjoy good cigarettes and alcohol.

I don't know when it started, but having mistresses became fashionable in our medium-sized city; many people had mistresses. People would chat about who had found a mistress. Even some leaders in the Public Security Bureau were rumored to have mistresses, though I didn't know if it was true or not, but the police are skilled at tracking and counter-tracking, so the rumors were quite plausible.

For example, our "Old One," Director Wang, is short and stout, but I heard her lover is an absolutely stunning beauty, the deputy general manager of the Huatian Hotel. At that police-civilian Spring Festival gala, hundreds of male colleagues from the Public Security Bureau were captivated by her alluring looks. It's clear that appearances can be deceiving.

Although my relationship with Xiaoling ended long ago, and she left the city, the beautiful memories of the past linger in my heart. When I have free time, I still like to search for the traces we left behind on the university campus. Everything from that time is the last pure land in my heart. The older women in the bureau love to play matchmaker, seeing me living alone, they're busy introducing me to potential partners. It seems like they're neglecting their duty if I don't date or get married.

So, Lu Li from the bureau's archives department was forced upon me. Unable to refuse their enthusiasm, I reluctantly agreed. Actually, I also want a family. My father and mother, who have been transferred to work in the Guangzhou Military Region, often call long distances to inquire about my personal life. It got to the point where I felt like I'd be unfilial if I didn't start dating.

Lu Li was a local, and among the policewomen in the station, she was considered pretty. She was quite tall, with fair skin, and her looks were undeniably attractive. My colleagues all joked that I, the "black frog," had finally found a "white swan." Let them talk; even a fool could hear the jealousy in their words.

In casual conversations, we'd discussed the young policewomen in the station, and Lu Li's most alluring feature was her full, well-proportioned breasts. Even in her oversized uniform, her chest still bulged out prominently. It made me imagine how comfortable it would feel to hold them.

After a few encounters with Lu Li, I felt she didn't resemble a policewoman at all. Although she was 162cm tall, the uniform didn't give her that policeman's aura. Her eyes and brows exuded a pitiful charm, and her pretty face would often turn bright red with embarrassment, making me hesitant to make any inappropriate moves, yet I felt an even stronger affection for her.

It wasn't until the day the imported blockbuster "True Lies" was shown in the city that I finally had a chance to get close to her. The cinema manager gave me two tickets for a couple's box. I drove my police car to pick up Luli. She was wearing a low-cut long dress, and the large expanse of snow-white skin on her neck made my blood boil.

As soon as we entered the cinema box, Luli saw that it was a couple's box with only two seats, and her face immediately turned red with embarrassment. I hurriedly explained that this was the best seat. She didn't say anything and sat down with her head down. I also sat down comfortably next to her. Our bodies were inevitably pressed tightly together. I couldn't help but secretly thank the person who designed the box; the design was so scientific and humane.

Soon, the lights in the cinema went out, and the movie started. My mind was almost entirely focused on Luli, and I didn't care about the plot at all. Luli watched the movie intently, but my eyes kept peeking through her low-cut bra. Her alluring cleavage and round breasts were vaguely visible in the dim light. The speed of my erection surprised even myself.

My hand reached behind Luli, tentatively inching closer to her shoulder, my heart pounding. She seemed oblivious to my actions, engrossed in the movie. Her beautiful profile, in the dim light, possessed a captivating, sculptural beauty.

When my hand landed on her warm, smooth shoulder, her body trembled slightly, and her cheeks flushed a charming blush. But she didn't resist my actions, continuing to watch the movie as if nothing had happened. My boldness immediately grew. Gently stroking her shoulder, my other hand moved to her waist, slowly moving upwards. As I moved, her body trembled continuously. My hand quickly pounced on her proud, erect breasts, gently grasping them. Luli let out a soft cry, tightly gripping my hand, trying to pry it off, but how could she move it?

"Don't do this," Luli pleaded, "This isn't good." I wouldn't let go; instead, I took advantage of the situation,

kneading her breasts .

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