In 1997, I worked as a bodyguard in a brothel.

Although Tianjin is a metropolis, it can't compare to Shanghai in terms of prosperity, Guangzhou in terms of economic strength, or Beijing in terms of political influence. It can only be a junior member among the major municipalities, arrogantly admiring itself amidst the encirclement of Hebei Province. Despite lacking the advantages of major cities, its apparent decadence masks a thriving sex industry.

A few years ago, Wenzhou was a bustling metropolis, with prostitutes and patrons exchanging glances, some even openly soliciting customers in outlandish attire at their filthy doorsteps. However, with Tianjin's recent urban planning, its former glory has vanished. Some say that as long as there are men in the world, prostitutes will never be out of work. I think that's a damn classic statement! Humans are truly strange creatures. They are clearly hypocritical and vulgar, yet they pretend to be very righteous. I was one of them.

Back then, Wenzhou was mainly a clothing wholesale and distribution center. Most of the shop owners were from the Wenzhou area; southerners have business acumen and are hardworking, so their businesses were generally quite successful. Back then, almost everyone in Tianjin knew Wenzhou. Wenzhou was a melting pot of all sorts of people, a melting pot of characters from all walks of life. Many prostitutes were controlled by these people, their earnings split proportionally. I was one of them. I spent my days indulging in the bright lights and debauchery of the night, following these so-called江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the underworld or江湖义气, a code of honor among江湖人士) in their fighting, drinking, and carousing. Later, as I grew older, I became restless and couldn't bear to live like that anymore. This wasn't the lifestyle I wanted for life. Gradually, I left and found a decent job in the development zone, finally free from the constant fear.

Looking back, I had many so-called girlfriends back then, mostly women of that type. Having witnessed the nightly revelry of brothels, I felt only disdain and prejudice towards women. Promises of forever and ever were just lies to get you to spend more money in those places. I loathed them, loathed their affectedly sweet-talking clients, calling them "husband, husband." They'd glance at your clothes every now and then, then squeeze every last drop out of you. After you left, they'd spit "idiot" at your retreating back. I knew they were just trying to please me because they needed my protection, needed me to smooth things over with those corrupt officials. They could see the disgust in my eyes, and sometimes they'd just say sheepishly, "We're just trying to make a living, we don't want to do that." I know nobody wants to be a prostitute; it's all because of this society that laughs at poverty but not prostitution. Because I was young, not too bad-looking, and loyal, some of the prostitutes were very accommodating. I spent a lot of money, and they almost all gave me money. Back then, I accepted everything; their money came easily anyway. As long as I was happy, they'd sleep with me and use all their skills to make me happy. Over time, I gradually lost interest in this kind of thing. One day, while I was with one of the prostitutes, I discovered I was impotent! All her tricks were useless. God! I'm still young, I've never truly loved a woman, could this be? Is this God's punishment for me? I anxiously took all sorts of Western medicine and drank all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine, but nothing worked. I was desperate. When our boss found out, he joked, "You little punk, so many women at your disposal, yet your dick won't get hard. What a load of crap, you're a man!" I was ashamed beyond words. He just waved and left. Because of that, I didn't leave the house for several days.

Time flies, and several months passed in the blink of an eye, but my illness was still not cured. I saw so many pitying yet disdainful looks from those girls, and my disgust for them grew stronger. I remember it was a Saturday afternoon when the boss told us that a new batch of "goods" had arrived and that we should keep an eye on them that night. I knew it was new girls again. These girls wouldn't last more than a few years; they'd earn some money and go home to find a respectable husband. Some of these new girls came voluntarily, while others were tricked and coaxed by their fellow villagers. The boss was afraid something might happen to the new girls, so he was always extra careful when they arrived. Around 7 pm, the truck that was bringing them arrived. Judging from their accents, these newcomers were from the Anhui area. Their clothes were a bit tacky. I imagined them in a few days dressed in flamboyant clothes, flaunting their bodies and faking orgasms in bed, and my contempt for these women grew stronger.

The night passed peacefully, and the next day, the boss had the supervisor take them to a shopping mall to buy some clothes. I quickly glanced at them and noticed a girl who looked to be about twenty-one or twenty-two. Tall, with shoulder-length hair, fair skin, and well-fitting clothes. Her slightly melancholic eyes stirred my heart; oh, I hadn't felt this way in a long time. The contrast with the other girls' chattering made her stand out. I gestured to the saleswoman next to me and asked, "How old is this girl?" The saleswoman glanced at me with ill intent and said, "Oh, Young Master Huo, you've taken a liking to her? This is her first time in a place like this. She's just turned 21, my little fellow townsman. You'll have to look after her from now on." I said "Oh." "What? You're not allowed to have your eye on her?" I said loudly. Seeing I was angry, she quickly and sheepishly left.

There are rules in our line of work: we're not allowed to touch a girl's virginity. Because that's the boss's signature dish; the regulars come specifically for the newcomers. The price is definitely much higher, so the boss makes a profit. With fresh blood, business is better. We all know the boss's temper; no one dares to disobey him. I've lost all desire for this kind of thing; I'm quite indifferent.

One night, I was watching TV in the lobby when I heard a commotion outside. I rushed out. It turned out the girl was arguing with a man. The man was swearing and cursing, and the girl was crying her eyes out. I saw that the man was a regular customer, so I quickly separated them and asked what happened. Apparently, this guy wanted to buy the girl's services. The girl said she only sold her art, not her body. The guy, who had been drinking, slapped her across the face, saying, "What are you pretending for? A prostitute is here to sell herself!" The girl wasn't one to back down either, and she retaliated with a slap. And so a fight broke out. I quickly apologized to the guy, explaining that she really wasn't selling herself. I suggested they cancel the whole thing for today, saying there were plenty of pretty girls out there, and it wasn't worth bothering her. Seeing our large group, he knew that further trouble wouldn't do him any good. He waved his hand and left with another man. I noticed several red handprints on the girl's face; it seemed the guy had hit her pretty hard. I went over and comforted her for a bit, then had two girls help her back to her room.

The next day, I saw her in the hallway, her face still etched with sorrow. She forced a smile when she saw me: "Brother Huo, thank you so much last night. I don't know how I would have ended things without you." I laughed: "It's nothing, it's what I should do. Are you alright?" "I'm fine, I'll treat you another time." I smiled: "Okay, it's been a while since I've had a drink, I'm craving one." "Then it's settled. I heard Brother Huo has a really high alcohol tolerance. I'm afraid I can't outdrink you." "My alcohol tolerance is so-so, don't listen to their nonsense. I just like to have a drink or two." "Okay, then it's settled." I nodded in agreement. We exchanged phone numbers before leaving.

It was a weekend evening, and I was bored, so I turned on my computer, took out the porn my brother had given me, poured myself a cup of tea, and leisurely started watching. It turned out to be another Japanese film, and it was censored, not at all as exciting as they had boasted. I watched it intermittently. Spring in Tianjin is very short; by the end of spring, it basically feels like summer. I don't usually open the windows, and coupled with my feeling of unease, I couldn't sit still any longer. I went downstairs and bought some Lai Shuang Yang duck necks and a few bottles of Putin (we friends usually call regular Yanjing beer "Putin"), intending to treat myself.

When I returned to my computer, it was almost 7 o'clock. Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw an unfamiliar name: Yueyue—my brain quickly searched for any memory associated with those two characters, but all I could think of was a scene of willows by the riverbank in the morning breeze and a waning moon. After pressing the answer button, I heard a sweet voice: "Brother Huo, hello, do you remember me?"

I stammered for a while, and the person on the other end burst out laughing: "I knew you'd forgotten me! It's me, Yueyue!"

"I saved your number, but I couldn't quite place your face."

"It's not your fault, haha. Although we're colleagues, we've only officially met once."

"Hehe, yeah, why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"You forgot? Didn't you say I should treat you when we met?"

Suddenly, I remembered everything: "Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten..." She was that tall, fair-skinned girl with quite a bit of beauty; we exchanged phone numbers that day. "Where are you? Can you come out?" "I'm at home, I'm off today."

"Are you free now? Is it convenient for me to come over?"

I thought, since I'm free anyway, I might as well get this over with quickly, so I readily agreed.

When I opened the refrigerator door, I suddenly regretted it; there was nothing in it—I had to go out to buy groceries again—I hate going out, I prefer staying home to read and surf the internet… When everything was ready and I started cooking, I got excited again: my dishes looked and smelled great, all thanks to Liu Yiwei. It's a pity he's now working on that weird "Oriental Ramblings" show on Shanghai TV; otherwise, I could have learned a few more tricks. Showing off my cooking skills in front of a beautiful woman usually adds an unexpected luster to my ordinary appearance.

Just after finishing two dishes, my phone rang again…

After dinner, it was already past 9 pm, and she still showed no sign of leaving. She walked straight into my bedroom, sat down at the computer desk, and seeing the several bottles of beer on the floor and the remaining duck necks on the table, she suddenly exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" Saying this, she asked me to get a bottle opener, and without further ado, she wanted to drink the bottles with me, eating the duck necks... We each downed two bottles of beer, and finished the duck necks. At this point, apart from her face being flushed, she showed no other signs of drunkenness. After wiping her mouth and hands, she suddenly sat down next to my computer. I suddenly remembered that the disc was still paused, only minimized—but it was too late... I didn't care whether her face was even redder than before; I just sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, letting her alluring voice echo in the room... Suddenly, a heat ignited on my thigh. Looking closely, I saw it was her hand. At that moment, her moist lips also passionately reached out, her soft tongue effortlessly slipping into my wide-open mouth in surprise. I snapped out of my daze, carefully embraced her, stood up, and kissed her passionately, as if trying to explore all the secrets of her little mouth with my tongue. She occasionally let out soft moans… Slowly, I moved my mouth to her neck, extended my tongue, and circled it around her neck. Suddenly, I withdrew my tongue and gently bit her with my teeth, gently sucking on her, leaving kiss marks on her neck. She stretched her neck as far as she could, as if wanting me to bite every inch of her skin, and low moans kept escaping her throat. My lower body was already feeling the stimulation, and it involuntarily became erect. Slowly, my mouth moved to her earlobe, deliberately breathing heavily on the back of her ear with the smell of alcohol. At this moment, her body trembled. Then I covered my teeth with my upper and lower lips, and gently nibbled on her earlobe, teasing it softly, occasionally licking it with my tongue. She suddenly giggled and said coquettishly, "It tickles... oh... no... you... ah... so naughty..." But she quickly got used to it, stopped making noise, and instead tried to pull down my clothes.

Seeing that the time was right, I hugged her, turned her around, and pressed her down on the bed. Only then did I notice that she was wearing a light pink low-cut short-sleeved top, with a tight white shirt over it. Her alluring cleavage was less than 10 centimeters from my nose. I couldn't help but help her take off her top, revealing a black lace bra tightly wrapped around her breasts that seemed about to burst. I couldn't bear to strip those adorable white rabbits naked all at once, so I lay between her breasts, savoring the alluring fragrance of her cleavage, licking it with my tongue and sucking on it with my mouth... She writhed and moaned beneath me, her eyes half-closed, thoroughly enjoying herself: "I...I...I took a...bath before I came today...oh..." Slowly, I pulled down her bra, revealing two delicate red nipples. I hurriedly covered one with my mouth and held the other in my hand, afraid they would slip away.

I circled her nipples and areolas with the tip of my tongue, occasionally sucking harder and gently biting with my teeth; on the other side, I gently kneaded with my fingers… Her moans had changed, no longer intermittent low murmurs, but accompanied by a continuous, indescribable sound of something both crying and laughing, accompanied by an expression on her face that was neither crying nor laughing: “Mmm… Ah… Haha… Mmm… Oh oh…”

I ran my free hand down her smooth, rhythmic abdomen, clearing the way for my mouth and tongue to follow.

She was wearing white tight pants. When I touched her thick, protruding labia tightly wrapped in the tight pants, my hand immediately felt a warm, damp sensation—when I unzipped her pants, I saw that her underwear was completely soaked.

I pulled her tight white pants down to her ankles and stopped. I felt that taking them off completely was meaningless; just pulling them down to her ankles gave me a feeling of binding her legs, a feeling I had during sex, though of course I didn't tell her.

At this moment, I stopped what I was doing, straightened up, and carefully admired her body. She also stopped moaning and looked at me quietly. After a while, seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, she took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "What's wrong? Do you like it?"

"I like it..."

"Do you think I'm being too forward?" I didn't answer, and she continued, "Actually, I've noticed you for a while now, you know? Several of my female colleagues voted you as the most good-looking and the most masculine..." I was stunned, not knowing how to answer. Am I really that good? Am I just too insecure?

"Silly boy, hurry up and continue, what are you still thinking about?" she said coquettishly.

"No, I, I was thinking, what exactly is this between us?" I don't know why I blurted out such a question. Was this a question I had from the beginning? And I forgot to ask it because I was too engrossed in it?

"What is it, hehe, you haven't done it in a long time, have you?" She was very open, but I was feeling very uneasy. Oh well, since things have come to this, might as well do it.

“I know, don’t overthink it, come on, sweetie.” She pulled me down, but my thing was still drooping. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I have a plan.”… She quickly stripped off her clothes and went into the kitchen. After a few splashes, she came back with a glass of warm water to the bedside: “Take it off,” she said in an almost commanding tone.

I didn’t know what she was up to, so I simply stripped naked and lay down on the bed. She stared at me with her mouth wide open: “I knew I hadn’t misjudged you, you really do have a great figure.” I was at a loss for words. She told me that although Tianjin was a big city, it couldn’t compare to Shanghai in terms of prosperity, Guangzhou in terms of economic strength, or Beijing in terms of political influence. It could only be a small fry among the major municipalities, proudly admiring itself amidst the surrounding Hebei province. Although it didn’t have the advantages of the major cities, behind its decadence lay a thriving sex industry.

A few years ago, Wenzhou was a bustling metropolis, with prostitutes and patrons exchanging flirtatious glances, some even openly soliciting customers in filthy doorways while dressed in outlandish attire. However, with Tianjin's recent urban redevelopment, its former glory has vanished. Some say that as long as there are men in the world, prostitutes will never be out of work. I think that's a damn classic statement! Humans

are truly strange creatures. They're clearly hypocritical and vulgar, yet they pretend to be very respectable. I was one of them. Back then, Wenzhou was primarily a clothing wholesale and distribution center. Most shop owners were from the Wenzhou area; southerners have business acumen and are hardworking, so their businesses were generally quite successful. At that time, almost everyone in Tianjin knew Wenzhou. Wenzhou was also a melting pot of all sorts of people, with all sorts of characters vying for attention. Many prostitutes were controlled by these people, their income divided proportionally. I was one of them. I spent my days indulging in sensual pleasures, following these so-called江湖 (jianghu) figures in their fighting, drinking, and carousing. As I grew older, I became restless and couldn't continue living like that. After all, this wasn't the lifestyle I wanted for the rest of my life. Gradually, I left that place and found a reasonably satisfactory job in the development zone, finally free from the constant fear and anxiety.

Looking back, I had many so-called girlfriends back then, mostly those kinds of women. Having witnessed the nightly revelry of brothels, I felt only disdain and prejudice towards women. Promises of forever and everlasting love were just lies used to get you to spend more money in such places. I loathed them, loathed their affected calls of "husband, husband" to their clients. Their eyes would constantly scan you for the value of your clothes, then they'd squeeze every last drop out of you. Afterwards, they'd spit "idiot" at your retreating back. I knew they were only trying to please me because they needed my protection, needed me to smooth things over with those corrupt officials. They could see the disgust in my eyes, and sometimes they'd just say sheepishly, "We're just trying to make a living; we don't want to do that." I know nobody wants to be a prostitute; it's all because of this society that laughs at poverty but not prostitution. Because I was young, not bad-looking, and loyal, some prostitutes were very accommodating to me. I spent a lot, and they almost all gave me money. Back then, I accepted any woman who came my way, since their money came easily. As long as I was happy, they would sleep with me and use all their skills to please me. But over time, I gradually lost interest. One day, while I was with one of the women, I discovered I was impotent! All her tricks were useless. God! I'm still young, I've never truly loved a woman, could this be? Is this God's punishment? I anxiously took all sorts of Western medicine and drank all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine, but nothing worked. I was desperate. When our boss found out, he joked, "You little punk. So many women at your disposal, and you can't even get hard. What a load of crap, you're a man!" I was utterly ashamed. He just walked away. I didn't leave the house for days because of that.

Time flies, and several months passed, but my condition remained unchanged. I saw so many pitying yet disdainful looks from those women, and my disgust for them only grew stronger. I remember it was a Saturday afternoon. The boss told us a new batch of girls had arrived and that we should keep an eye on them that night. I knew it was new girls again. These girls wouldn't last more than a few years; they'd earn some money, go home, and find a respectable husband to settle down with. Some of these new girls came voluntarily, while others were tricked and coaxed by their fellow villagers. The boss was always extra careful when the new girls arrived, fearing something might happen. Around 7 PM, the car that brought them arrived. Judging from their accents, these new girls were from the Anhui area.

They were dressed rather shabbily. I thought that in a few days they'd be dressed up in flashy clothes, flaunting their bodies and faking orgasms in bed, and I felt increasingly contemptuous of these women. The night passed peacefully. The next day, the boss had the foreman take them to the mall to buy some clothes. I quickly glanced at them and noticed a girl who looked to be about twenty-one or twenty-two. She was tall, with long, flowing hair, fair skin, and dressed well. Her slightly melancholic eyes stirred something within me. Oh, I hadn't felt this way in a long time. Her presence stood out from the chattering girls. I gestured to the woman next to me and asked, "How old is this girl?" The woman glanced at me with ill intent and said, "Oh, Mr. Huo, you've got your eye on her? This is her first time in a place like this. She's just 21, my little fellow townsman. You'll have to look after her from now on." I said "Oh." "What? You can't have your eye on her?" I said loudly. Seeing that I was angry, she quickly left sheepishly.

There are rules in our line of work: we're not allowed to touch a girl's virginity. Because that's the boss's signature dish, and the regulars come specifically for the newcomers. The price is definitely much higher, so the boss can make a profit. With fresh blood, business is better. We all know the boss's temper; no one dares to disobey him. I've lost all desire for this kind of thing; I'm quite indifferent.

One night, I was watching TV in the lobby when I heard a commotion outside. I rushed out. It turned out that the girl was arguing with a man. The man was swearing and cursing, and the girl was crying her eyes out. I recognized him as a regular customer, so I quickly separated them and asked what was going on. Apparently, this guy had his eye on the girl and wanted to buy her services. The girl said she was an entertainer, not a prostitute, and the guy, who had been drinking, slapped her across the face, yelling, "What are you pretending for? A prostitute is someone who sells herself!" The girl wasn't going to back down either, and she slapped him back. That's how the fight started. I quickly apologized to the guy, saying she really wasn't selling herself. I suggested they cancel the service for the day, that there were plenty of pretty girls out there, and not to bother with her. He saw a large group of us and knew that further trouble wouldn't do him any good. He waved and left with another man. I noticed several red handprints on the girl's face; it seemed the guy had hit her hard. I went over and comforted her for a bit, then had two prostitutes help her back to her room.

The next day, I saw her in the hallway; her face still looked sorrowful. She forced a smile when she saw me: "Brother Huo, thank you so much last night. I don't know how I would have ended things without you." I laughed: "It's nothing, it's what I should do. Are you alright?" "I'm fine, I'll treat you another time." I smiled: "Okay, it's been a while since I've had a drink, I'm craving one." "Then it's settled. I heard Brother Huo has a really high alcohol tolerance. I'm afraid I can't outdrink you." "My alcohol tolerance is so-so, don't listen to their nonsense. I just like to have a drink or two." "Okay, then it's settled." I nodded in agreement. We exchanged phone numbers before leaving.

It was a weekend evening, and I was bored, so I turned on my computer, took out the porn my brother had given me, poured myself a cup of tea, and leisurely started watching. It turned out to be another Japanese film, and it was censored, not at all as exciting as they had boasted. I watched it intermittently. Spring in Tianjin is very short; by the end of spring, it basically feels like summer. I don't usually open the windows, and with all the stress in my heart, I couldn't sit still any longer. So I went downstairs and bought some Lai Shuang Yang duck necks and a few bottles of Putin (we friends usually call regular Yanjing beer Putin), intending to treat myself.

When I returned to my computer, it was almost 7 o'clock. Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw an unfamiliar name: Yueyue. My brain frantically searched for any memory of those two characters, but all I could recall was a scene of willows by the riverbank, a gentle breeze, and a waning moon. After pressing the answer button, I heard a sweet voice: "Brother Huo, hello, do you remember me?"

I stammered for a while, and the person on the other end burst into laughter: "I knew you'd forgotten me! It's me, Yueyue!"

"I saved your number, but I couldn't quite place your face."

"Don't blame me, haha. Although we're colleagues, we've only officially met once."

"Hehe, yeah, why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"You forgot? Didn't you say I should treat you when we met?"

Suddenly, I remembered everything: "Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten..." She was that tall, fair-skinned, and quite attractive girl; we had exchanged phone numbers that day. "Where are you? Can you come out?" "I'm at home, I'm off today."

"Are you free now? Is it convenient for me to come over?"

I thought, since I'm free anyway, I might as well get this over with quickly, so I readily agreed.

When I opened the refrigerator door, I suddenly regretted it; there was nothing in it—I had to go out to buy groceries again—I hate going out, I prefer staying home to read and surf the internet… When everything was ready and I started cooking, I got excited again: my dishes looked, smelled, and tasted pretty good. I have to thank Liu Yiwei for this, it's a pity he's now on Shanghai TV doing that weird "Oriental Ramblings" show, otherwise I could have learned a few more tricks. Showing off my cooking skills in front of beautiful women usually adds an unexpected luster to my ordinary appearance.

Just as I finished two dishes, my phone rang again…

After dinner, it was already past 9 PM, and she showed no sign of leaving. She went straight to my bedroom, sat down at the computer desk, and seeing the several bottles of beer on the floor and the remaining duck necks on the table, she suddenly exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" She then asked me to get a bottle opener and, without further ado, insisted on drinking from the bottles with me, eating the duck necks... We each downed two bottles of beer and finished the duck necks. At this point, apart from her flushed face, she showed no other signs of intoxication. After wiping her mouth and hands, she suddenly sat down at my computer. I suddenly remembered that the disc was still paused, only minimized—but it was too late... I didn't bother to compare whether her face was even redder than before; I just sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, letting her alluring voice echo in the room... Suddenly, a heat ignited on my thigh. Looking closely, I saw it was her hand. Then, her moist lips passionately reached out, her soft tongue effortlessly slipping into my wide-open mouth in surprise. I snapped out of my daze, carefully embraced her, stood up, and kissed her passionately, as if trying to explore all the secrets of her little mouth with my tongue. She occasionally let out soft moans… Slowly, I moved my mouth to her neck, extended my tongue, and circled it around her neck. Suddenly, I withdrew my tongue and gently bit her with my teeth, gently sucking on her, leaving kiss marks on her neck. She stretched her neck as far as she could, as if wanting me to bite every inch of her skin, and low moans kept escaping her throat. My lower body was already feeling the stimulation, and it involuntarily became erect. Slowly, my mouth moved to her earlobe, deliberately breathing heavily on the back of her ear with the smell of alcohol. At this moment, her body trembled. Then I covered my teeth with my upper and lower lips, and gently nibbled on her earlobe, teasing it softly, occasionally licking it with my tongue. She suddenly giggled and said coquettishly, "It tickles... oh... no... you... ah... so naughty..." But she quickly got used to it, stopped making noise, and instead tried to pull down my clothes.

Seeing that the time was right, I hugged her, turned her around, and pressed her down on the bed. Only then did I notice that she was wearing a light pink low-cut short-sleeved top, with a tight white shirt over it. Her alluring cleavage was less than 10 centimeters from my nose. I couldn't help but help her take off her top, revealing a black lace bra tightly wrapped around her breasts that seemed about to burst. I couldn't bear to strip those adorable white rabbits naked all at once, so I lay between her breasts, savoring the alluring fragrance of her cleavage, licking it with my tongue and sucking on it with my mouth... She writhed and moaned beneath me, her eyes half-closed, thoroughly enjoying herself: "I...I...I took a...bath before I came today...oh..." Slowly, I pulled down her bra, revealing two delicate red nipples. I hurriedly covered one with my mouth and held the other in my hand, afraid they would slip away.

I circled her nipples and areolas with the tip of my tongue, occasionally sucking harder and gently biting with my teeth; on the other side, I gently kneaded with my fingers… Her moans had changed, no longer intermittent low murmurs, but accompanied by a continuous, indescribable sound of something both crying and laughing, accompanied by an expression on her face that was neither crying nor laughing: “Mmm… Ah… Haha… Mmm… Oh oh…”

I ran my free hand down her smooth, rhythmic abdomen, clearing the way for my mouth and tongue to follow.

She was wearing white tight pants. When I touched her thick, protruding labia tightly wrapped in the tight pants, my hand immediately felt a warm, damp sensation—when I unzipped her pants, I saw that her underwear was completely soaked.

I pulled her tight white pants down to her ankles and stopped. I felt that taking them off completely was meaningless; just pulling them down to her ankles gave me a feeling of binding her legs, a feeling I had during sex, though of course I didn't tell her.

At this moment, I stopped what I was doing, straightened up, and carefully admired her body. She also stopped moaning and looked at me quietly. After a while, seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, she took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "What's wrong? Do you like it?"

"I like it..."

"Do you think I'm being too forward?" I didn't answer, and she continued, "Actually, I've noticed you for a while now, you know? Several of my female colleagues voted you as the most good-looking and the most masculine..." I was stunned, not knowing how to answer. Am I really that good? Am I just too insecure?

"Silly boy, hurry up and continue, what are you still thinking about?" she said coquettishly.

"No, I, I was thinking, what exactly is this between us?" I don't know why I blurted out such a question. Was this a question I had from the beginning? And I forgot to ask it because I was too engrossed in it?

"What is it, hehe, you haven't done it in a long time, have you?" She was very open, but I was feeling very uneasy. Oh well, since things have come to this, might as well do it.

“I know, don’t overthink it, come on, sweetie.” She pulled me down, but my thing was still drooping. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I have a plan.”… She quickly stripped off her clothes and went into the kitchen. After a few splashes, she came back with a glass of warm water to the bedside: “Take it off,” she said in an almost commanding tone.

I didn’t know what she was up to, so I simply stripped naked and lay down on the bed. She stared at me with her mouth wide open: “I told you I wasn’t wrong about you, you really do have a great figure.” I was at a loss for words, and when she said that, I almost burst out laughing. Who compliments a man like that? My gaze involuntarily fell on her, and I started to notice her figure: although she was a southern girl and very tall, you couldn’t tell she was so voluptuous when she was dressed. She had plenty of flesh in the right places, and not much excess in the right places. A thick tuft of hair stood out against her fair skin.

Then, she took a small sip of warm water, suddenly looked around for something, and after a while, she walked to the wastebasket, brought it to the bedside, spat out the water, and then took another sip. Just as I was wondering what she was up to, she bent down and buried her head between my legs.

My penis immediately felt a surge of heat, and I quickly sat up to look at her. Her cheeks were puffed out, and she was stroking my penis with her mouth… Suddenly, I felt my glans being teased by a soft, warm flesh—it was a tongue, yes, a tongue—what a novel way to perform oral sex, using half a mouthful of warm water to stimulate me. I felt an immense stimulation and couldn't help but make a sound. She looked up at me, but her mouth activity didn't stop. I saw a hint of a smile in her eyes. After

a while, she changed the water, and I was once again intensely stimulated, feeling an indescribable pleasure—I was truly impressed by her. By this time, my penis was fully erect, and she couldn't take it all in, so she began licking the outside. Her oral skills were truly remarkable; her tongue was simply bewitching, soft and long, freely winding around my penis, sometimes stimulating my coronal sulcus, sometimes gently teasing the glans with the tip of her tongue. Seeing my penis fully erect, she then used her lips to envelop it, her teeth gripping it and stroking it. My glans was completely surrounded by hot water, incredibly stimulating, almost unbearable. I signaled for her to stop.

Yueyue's vulva was completely wet, hairy and warm. I kissed her breasts above, while my fingers gently caressed her warm, moist vulva below. Under my combined assault, she was already dazed, unable to utter a word, her vulva's fluids staining my hand. A flat stomach, a slender waist, smooth, long thighs, and between her legs, a full, erect vulva, its pubic hair not very thick, but jet black and glossy, gleaming with an alluring sheen. I parted her thighs, revealing her vulva completely to me. Her vulva was a unique, tender pink, already glistening with moisture. Yueyue's mons pubis was full, with thick pubic hair that gradually thinned downwards, extending to the sides of her labia majora. Above the labia majora, her two tender labia minora were tightly closed, tightly enveloping her pink clitoris. I used my fingers to separate her labia majora. She had washed her lower body very thoroughly during the shower; there was no dirt inside her vulva or in the folds of her tender flesh. Only the tightly closed vaginal opening was submerged in clear, transparent vaginal fluid.

I had to thoroughly tease her, making her as relaxed as possible and minimizing her pain, so she would quickly accept and enjoy intercourse later. I bent down and blew a few breaths onto her vulva. Her vulva tightened, and another gush of vaginal fluid flowed out. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her vulva, separating her labia minora, revealing her clitoris, and gently sucking on it. Her vulva was very clean, smelling salty and refreshing, without any urine odor; I was very satisfied. I buried my head between her legs, my tongue moving from her clitoris to her labia minora and vaginal opening, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes probing, sometimes licking, sometimes stirring, sometimes rolling, sometimes thrusting, sometimes kneading… She had never experienced anything like this before, and I made her lower body writhe incessantly, her legs opening and closing, sometimes clamping my head, and she even made soft moans. Suddenly, she clamped my head tightly between her legs, her breath quickening, her body trembling, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid flowed from her vulva… I had brought her to her first orgasm.

I held her in my arms; she was limp as a puddle of mud. I whispered in her ear, "I'm coming in, do you want me to come in?" She kept her eyes closed and didn't speak, her arms wrapped around my neck, her naked body pressed tightly against me. I knew the time was almost right, and by then my penis was already proudly erect, hard and hot, the glans reddish-purple and shiny.

I laid her flat on the bed, spread her thighs apart, and placed a towel under her buttocks. Her vulva was now slippery and wet with her juices, very lubricated. I parted her labia with my fingers, aimed my glans at the vaginal opening, and gently pushed in. I felt resistance after only half of the glans was inside. So I had her lift her legs and hook them around my waist from behind, opening her vulva as wide as possible. I pressed my penis against the vaginal opening, half-pressed my body against hers, and thrust my hips down, the glans pushing forward with a "whoosh," breaking through the resistance, my penis penetrating more than halfway in.

She cried out in pain, her body shuddering. Her hands, which had been wrapped around my neck, tightened around me. With a burst of strength, I thrust my entire penis into her vagina. It felt tight and hot; the vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, the glans pressed against the soft flesh—it was indescribably wonderful.

I didn't move for a good five or six minutes, both to reduce the pain of intercourse and to fully savor the exquisite sensation of her vagina. Because I was inside her, her brow slowly relaxed, her breathing calmed, and she squinted at me. I kissed her repeatedly, and her tongue responded, no longer clumsy, but even carrying a hint of longing.

Since it was my first time, I didn't try anything fancy. I just slowly pulled my penis in and out, withdrawing halfway before slowly pushing it back in. The glans pushed against her tender flesh, each time inserting it as deep as possible, all the way to her warm clitoris, making Yueyue tremble and hiss as she gasped for breath. At first, I saw her wince in pain, but she quickly recovered. Her vagina became tight and hot, and her juices flowed more and more freely. My entire penis and pubic hair were covered in her juices, with traces of blood. Soon, I felt her vagina begin to contract in waves. I knew she was reaching orgasm again, so I thrust my penis all the way in, pressing firmly against her clitoris. She writhed her hips, moaning ecstatically, her breath quickening. Her tongue began searching for my mouth, and I immediately kissed her, moving up and down in unison until she reached orgasm.

A moment later, she opened her dazed eyes and looked at me. I asked her, "Does it still hurt, my dear sister?" She gently shook her head and said, "It's much better now." Then she hugged me and kissed me. I responded to Yueyue's kisses, my hands caressing her breasts. Her breasts were beautiful hemispherical, soft and elastic, with a wonderful feel and taste. Her nipples were swollen and purplish-red from engorgement, and there was a small mole under her right breast. I played with her breasts with my mouth and hands, my penis still hard inside her vagina. I slowly thrust my hips, my penis repeatedly pounding against her clitoris, causing her breasts to tremble. She felt my renewed assault, gave me a shy smile, and spread her legs even wider, hooking them around my waist, her hands holding my buttocks, as if wanting my penis to penetrate deeper. It seemed my training had worked; she had already tasted the sweetness of sex on her first time. I thought it was time for me to ejaculate, hehe.

So I lengthened the thrusting motion, each time pulling out until my glans was just inside her vaginal opening, then thrusting all the way in, pressing against her clitoris and rubbing it three times. I repeated this, gradually increasing the frequency, and thrust over two hundred times in one go. Each thrust made Yueyue's breasts tremble wildly, and I rubbed her until she was overflowing with lust, panting heavily. Her juices flowed all over her buttocks, and my testicles and pubic hair were covered in her juices.

I lifted her thighs and spread them apart, making her full vulva stand up even higher, allowing me to penetrate deeper. She immediately understood my intention, her vulva rising to welcome my insertion. I thrust in forcefully dozens more times in one go. Suddenly, her vulva felt hot and contracted tightly, gripping my penis. Her moans became more rapid; I knew she was about to climax again. So I thrust harder, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I felt my penis begin to heat up and swell inside her vulva, a tingling sensation emanating from my lower back, traveling up my penis instantly to the glans. I whispered in Xiaolan's ear, "Good sister, hold me tight." I took a deep breath. Xiao Lan held my tongue tightly in her mouth, and I pressed my hips down, thrusting deep into her vagina, hitting her G-spot. I felt a tingling sensation on my glans, and my penis throbbed, gushing out streams of hot semen that shot forcefully onto her G-spot. Stimulated by the semen, her vagina trembled with each throb of my penis. My penis throbbed inside her a dozen times, ejaculating a lot of semen, before finally settling down… After ejaculating, I pressed down on her. Yueyue was limp beneath me, as if boneless. We embraced tightly, and I continued to thrust into her, letting my penis slowly soften inside her. She didn't say a word, just closed her eyes and kissed my lips, face, and neck. I gently stroked Yueyue's entire body with my hands, and under my soothing touch, her breathing gradually calmed down.

I sat up and withdrew my limp penis from her vagina. Her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid, her pink labia minora parted, and her previously tightly closed vaginal opening, red and swollen from my penetration, hadn't yet closed after I pulled out. My semen, milky white mixed with bright red blood, slowly overflowed from her vaginal opening and flowed down her buttocks. I gently wiped away the semen and blood from Yueyue's vulva with a tissue. It was already past midnight. We took a shower together. She was no longer so shy in front of me. We went to bed naked and embraced each other. Under the covers, she nestled beside me, and I held her, my hands caressing her breasts and vulva. Suddenly, she asked me worriedly if she might be pregnant tonight. I asked her when her last period ended, and she said three days ago. I told her it was okay, she was in her safe period. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Because of last night's intense activity, Yueyue and I were both a bit tired, and I slept until around 10 a.m. the next morning. In my hazy state, I felt a soft, smooth body rubbing against me. Opening my eyes, I saw it was already bright outside. Although the curtains were drawn, preventing anyone from seeing into the room, it was very bright inside. Yueyue had woken up first; she nestled beside me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her snow-white, round breasts pressing tightly against my body. Hehe, she was teasing me. I laughed and asked her, "Did you miss me? Hehe." She made a face: "I don't know!" "Ha, you don't know?! Say it again." I pulled her into my arms, and she met my lips in a passionate kiss.

As we continued kissing, my hands grasped her breasts, gently kneading them. Her body pressed tightly against mine, her eyes half-closed, enjoying my caresses. My hand slid down her chest, her lower abdomen, and down to the grassy area between her legs. She felt it, lifted one leg and placed it on me, opening her thighs. When I touched her vulva, wow, it was already dripping wet. Young girls are so sensitive; I had only rubbed her breasts a few times, and she was already wet with moisture just from a touch.

My penis involuntarily hardened. I pulled her hand over and placed it on my shaft. Perhaps it was the first time she had touched a man's penis with her own hands; she initially pulled her hand back slightly, then carefully grasped my penis and said, "It's so thick and hard!" I teased her, "If it weren't thick and hard, how could I make you feel good?" She whispered in my ear, "Last night... at first it hurt... but then it felt so good, you made me feel so good." I teased her further, "So, do you want me to do it to you again now?" Hearing my words, she gripped my penis tighter, kissed me, and said, "You're so naughty, it's itchy inside."

Hearing her say that, my penis became even harder, and when I touched her vulva, it was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. I rolled over and pinned her down. She understood immediately, hooking her legs around my waist and presenting her vulva to my penis. My penis found its entrance, and with a push of my hips, it plunged fully inside. Yueyue let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her tight, wet vulva once again enveloped my penis, giving me immense pleasure. I lifted my hips and thrust slowly. I gradually increased the speed and depth of my thrusts, first penetrating her vulva a hundred times to relieve her itch. Yueyue was more relaxed than the night before, moaning comfortably, her body rhythmically responding to my thrusts, causing her snow-white breasts to tremble, her movements wanton. She climaxed before I had even thrust two hundred times. I told her, "If you want to moan, just moan. No one outside can hear you."

Hearing this, she made a face, lying on the bed panting, enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm. I grasped her breasts with both hands, my erect penis thrusting into her tender opening again. This time, I moved in and out slowly, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, teasing her clitoris and labia minora with the head of my penis at the vaginal opening. After several rounds of teasing, I plunged in all the way, then slowly withdrew, teasing the opening a few more times before thrusting in all the way again… “Ah—ah—, so itchy, it’s killing me…, oh—oh—, so good…” She had never been played with like this before, panting and incoherent. I was also incredibly excited by her wanton state. Because I had ejaculated the night before, my penis was now even more vigorous. Half an hour had passed, and she had already had three orgasms, yet I was still erect and hadn’t ejaculated.

Yueyue was beneath me, her long hair disheveled, her eyes glazed, her breasts bouncing, panting softly, her body as limp as a lump of flesh. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders. Her vulva was once again before my eyes. Due to excitement and engorgement, her labia majora were even fuller and more tender, and her labia minora were swollen and luscious. Seeing this made my penis swell unbearably. I increased the speed and depth of my thrusts, watching my penis, bathed in her vaginal fluids, roll in and out of her vulva, wrapped around her labia minora. I was extremely excited, and I was close to orgasm. Finally, I lifted her buttocks and thrust my penis in hard, the glans penetrating deep into her tender flesh. At this moment, Yueyue was speechless, panting as she buried my head in her breasts... Finally, my penis ejaculated inside her body again, shooting thick semen deep into her vulva without spilling a drop... In this battle of flesh, we released ourselves to the fullest. I held Yueyue inside me, letting my penis slowly soften within her body. Looking at her, I saw her lying languidly in my arms, a fine layer of sweat on her nose, her snow-white breasts heaving, her full breasts trembling slightly. I slowly withdrew my penis, now wet with her juices. She lazily stretched out her snow-white thighs, motionless, her wet vulva wide open, letting semen mixed with her juices overflow… At noon, feeling hungry, I called for takeout and enjoyed a delicious meal. We spent two days in the room, entwined in each other's arms, sleeping soundly to recharge when tired. When we woke, we would either playfully splash around in the bathroom or cuddle intimately in bed. In those two days, I let her experience the wonders of sex. Yueyue had completely opened up when we were alone, all traces of girlish shyness gone.

From then on, Yueyue became my lover. During the day, I maintained a normal distance between us, and I never showed her any special affection. No one could tell about our relationship. At night, Yueyue often stayed at my place, rarely going back to her dorm to sleep. She told her roommates she rented a place outside. A young girl's body is endlessly fascinating; she was young, energetic, and sexually active, her vulva getting wet at the slightest touch. The biggest advantage was that she hadn't been with any other men, so I didn't have to worry about any uncleanliness or STDs, and could freely explore every inch of her body. I didn't like using condoms; it wasn't satisfying to ejaculate directly inside her without her vaginal fluids. As for contraception, Yueketing was a good choice; it was generally available at pharmacies. It was an oral pill for the woman, one pill a month—convenient and with few side effects.

I taught her various sex positions and techniques, and she usually learned them after one or two lessons. For example, she learned techniques like contracting her vagina and massaging my penis when it was inside her. A man's ejaculation timing can be controlled, but the woman needs to cooperate. Yueyue even learned to control the speed and rhythm of her vaginal contractions to help me delay ejaculation. So, excluding foreplay, our intercourse often lasted an hour. Therefore, I often brought her to several orgasms before we reached a final climax together.

In the days that followed, we indulged in sexual pleasure without any reservations. Under my sexual stimulation, Yueyue's body underwent changes, though these changes were invisible to outsiders; only I knew about them. Nourished by my semen and daily massages, her skin became smoother, her breasts rounder, and her thighs and waist more voluptuous. Her vulva, no longer pink, had darkened to brown from the constant friction of my penis, the soaking of my semen, and the washing of her vaginal fluids. Her once thin labia minora and clitoris, constantly aroused and engorged by my ministrations, had become full and plump, their color also changing from pink to brown, resembling the vulva of a mature woman.

Later, her hometown sent word that she should return for a blind date. She was reluctant to leave me, and we spent almost the entire night together before she left. She said that the days she spent with me were the happiest days of her life. I had shown her the happiness of being a woman. I smiled and said to her, "It was you who made me regain my manly vigor."
[The End]

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