Nana

To my shame, I was still a virgin when I was a junior in college.

You can't say I was chaste and virtuous; that would be a lie. I was so anxious! So restless! I almost got constipated.

At dusk, the campus was filled with the scent of lust. Those beautiful girls (please forgive my trendy term; we didn't have such creatures back then) strolled seductively along the tree-lined paths, their voices like nightingales, their eyes gleaming with flirtatious glances. Alas! They seemed to thrive on chaos.

Poor me, all I could do was frantically search for them, like a wolf, my eyes fixed on my prey, drool dripping down my back.

I never understood why Hu Zi (my roommate and best friend) got everything he wanted.

He wasn't as pretty as me, not as tall, and academically slightly better... but he was undeniably a hot commodity, almost as popular as the legendary Lu Xiaofeng (because Lu Xiaofeng also had a beard). He went through three years of university, had three girlfriends, and constantly complained that the most tiring thing in the world was dating... Wasn't that like a well-fed man criticizing a starving one? I wanted to beat him up!

Of course, in hindsight, his success was inevitable. For example, he was a skilled guitarist with a naturally husky voice. You know, playing "This Love Can Wait" for a girl was like giving her a dose of aphrodisiac! Add a bewildered look, a melancholic expression... wow! He was even more irresistible!

Anyway, in his junior year, he earned extra money playing guitar at a nightclub. With nothing better to do, I'd go to a nightclub to freeload, then hang myself on Hu Zi's tab. Back then, escort services were all the rage. Young women from all over China were flooding into the city, working in the service industry, attracting a bunch of frivolous old men with money to burn, indulging in nightly revelry and debauchery…you could use any idiom to describe them, it wouldn't be wrong.

That's where I met her.

Her business card listed her as "Public Relations Manager," which basically meant "madam," managing a dozen girls, constantly "flushing" them—so the girls called her "the flush toilet." In my opinion, her job was similar to a brothel owner in the old society. Only times had changed, and so had the terminology.

The girls told me she used to be a prostitute too, one of the earliest to go into prostitution during the early days of reform and opening up. So, calling her a "senior" wouldn't be an exaggeration. She was probably in her thirties, but you couldn't tell at all; she was as well-maintained as a fairy. At the time, I only noticed her beauty; I didn't feel anything else. As for being obsessed with her and masturbating every night, that's a story for later—let's leave that aside for now. Her voice was alluring, with a slight northern accent—later I found out she was indeed from Harbin.

Hu Zi was very close to her and called her "Sister Na," so I followed suit. Actually, her surname was Chen, and her given name was Nina. Although it sounded a bit pretentious, it was still quite stylish. She wore Esprit, used Max Factor, smoked extended Cartier cigarettes, and drank Pinot Noir or Chivas Regal…

Look at her! That's what you call life!

Okay, let's get to the point; if I keep rambling, I'll soon be as garrulous as a fly. So, that summer, I went to nightclubs with Hu Zi, and that's how I met Sister Nina. Sometimes I'd sit in a corner of the hall listening to Hu Zi sing, and she'd come over with her drink to chat, talking about this and that, nothing serious, just rambling.

Once

, she asked me, "Afei, do you have a girlfriend?"

I quickly shook my head, "No, no, a girlfriend? That's a luxury! I can't afford it."

Nina didn't believe me and said, "See, you're not being honest. A handsome guy like you, how could you stay idle?"

I smiled bitterly, "If I had hair, who would want to be a bald man! I really don't have one."

Nina said, "If you really don't have one, I'll introduce you to some. I have plenty of girls here."

I stared at her, "To be honest, Sister Na, I really like you."

Nina laughed, "You're just being a smooth talker, I don't have time for you!"

Another time, business at the nightclub was slow, and Nina was bored, so she came over to chat with me. I suddenly realized she was quite knowledgeable! From Coco Chanel to Milan Kundera... she knew a little about everything.

I couldn't help but be surprised.

I asked her, "Nina, where did you go to university?"

Nina scoffed, "Nonsense! I didn't even graduate high school, where would I get a university degree from!"

I said, "Then you're quite knowledgeable, why don't you come to our school as a visiting scholar!"

Nina sighed, "To tell you the truth, my first boyfriend was a university professor."

She elegantly lit a Cartier cigarette, and I quickly lit it for her. She took a deep drag and exhaled a very professional-looking smoke ring.

She seemed thoughtful, "That was my first time."

I asked curiously, "Why did you break up with him?"

She said, "Because he was poor, his salary was so low, what could he do? Now I have money, but..."

She seemed very sad.

I wanted to cheer her up, so I slapped my thigh and exclaimed, "That was close!"

Nina looked at me in surprise, "What happened?"

I said, "Luckily you two didn't end up together! Otherwise, I might have had to call you 'teacher's wife,' and I would have been at a huge loss!"

Nina chuckled, "You're such a chatterbox!"

Then it was her turn to ask me, "Afei, what about your first time? Who did you give it to?"

I pretended to be mysterious, "Sister Na, do you really want to know?"

She became interested and nodded vigorously, "I want to know, tell me!"

I hesitated for a moment, "Never mind, it's embarrassing to tell you."

Nina was anxious, "Stop being so mysterious! Tell me! I'll treat you to a drink if you tell me."

I made a mournful face, "Okay then..."

I held out my palm, "Alas! My sinful hand!"

Nina was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Damn! You're so frivolous!"

At that time, my impression on her was that I was a good talker. Maybe that was a specialty of our Chinese department.

Or maybe her first boyfriend was like me... and I helped her rediscover some of the feelings of first love that she had lost.

Two

bearded men were issued uniforms, snow-white shirts, which looked quite handsome. Nina, seeing that I liked them, got one for me. So, Bearded and I roamed the campus in matching outfits, singing at the top of our lungs: "

We grew up here, every girl belongs to us, whoever tries to take her away, we'll fight them to the bitter end..."

Later, we got a nickname, "Snow-Clad Flying Fox."

But unexpectedly, my "Snow-Clad" soon turned into a "Bloody Shirt." The story goes like this... One night, I was sitting alone in a quiet corner, having a drink, when I suddenly heard a commotion in the corridor.

I turned my head and saw—ho! Good heavens! A few grown men were drunk and disorderly, grabbing a young girl and trying to force her to drink brandy. The girl refused to drink, but the men said she had to. The girl said, "I don't want a tip, okay?" The men said, "You can refuse if you want! Wouldn't that make us lose face?"

I originally just intended to watch the show, but Nina's appearance changed the nature of the matter.

She snatched the bottle from the men's hands, "Oh, it's just a sip of wine, I'll drink it for her!"

The man spat, "Damn it! Who the hell do you think you are? You should take a look at yourself in the mirror, what kind of trash are you! You don't deserve it!"

Nina got angry, "Brother, you need to be

more civilized!" The man got even angrier, "I'm not civilized! What can you do to me?" With that, he went berserk and shoved her hard—shoving Nina onto her butt.

Damn it! Bullying my sister! This is outrageous! My temper flared up instantly, and I lunged forward, kicking the man in the stomach, "You motherfucker, daring to act like this here!" I cursed as I kicked him in the face.

Those bastards were drunk and didn't react at first, but the beating sobered them up a bit, and they immediately rolled up their sleeves and started punching me. To be honest, I've been in countless fights since I was a kid, I've seen this kind of thing many times!

So I was extremely experienced in fighting the enemy—in the blink of an eye, I turned and ran.

Those idiots chased after me, but after a lap, they broke up! I unleashed my might and launched a surprise attack! I grabbed a chair and smashed it over their heads, knocking the poor idiot in the lead unconscious! Blood splattered everywhere like a fountain.

Looking closer, there were four of them; I'd taken down two, leaving two.

I thought to myself, "You little brats! With that kind of skill, you dare to stay in the underworld?" I threw the chair down, clapped my hands, and yelled, "Get lost! You want a beating?"

I felt incredibly dignified! I felt like Wong Fei-hung reincarnated or Bruce Lee reborn.

Those two were thus subdued—they sheepishly helped the wounded up, didn't dare utter a sound, and slunk away.

Just then, I heard the girl yell, "They haven't paid yet—"

I yelled back, "Did you hear that? They haven't paid yet!"

At that moment, the nightclub owner rushed over, "Never mind! Let them go!"

I muttered, "That's good, they got beaten up, but saved on drinks..."

The owner pretended not to hear, tilting his head and looking me up and down, left and right, "Young man! Not bad!"

I feigned modesty, "Oh, not at all, I'm not good at fighting, hehe, just hitting randomly."

The owner nodded, "Interested in working as a security guard here?"

But then I heard Sister Nina interject behind me, "Manager, they're college students!"

The owner's eyes widened, "Really? I didn't realize... You participated in military training, right?"

3.

My presence overshadowed Beard's—at least in front of Sister Nina and her sisters.

Whenever I appeared at the nightclub, they swarmed around me, showering me with questions and concern. Beard was incredibly envious!

She said sourly, "Hey, you've become a big shot! You're so cool!"

I said smugly, "No pain, no gain."

But that fight ruined my pretty clothes—they were covered in blood, and I couldn't get them clean no matter how I washed them. Nina was thoughtful; noticing I hadn't worn a white shirt for the past two days, she said, "Did it get dyed? It's okay, I'll get you a new one."

I said, "How could I possibly accept that!"

Nina laughed, "Consider it repaying a favor; otherwise, I'll always feel like I owe you something."

So we agreed to meet at "Yansha" the next morning. The next day, the weather was beautiful, and I felt good about everyone on the bus. I was so happy that I even gave up my seat to a middle-aged woman. She was very embarrassed and thanked me profusely. I said, "Don't mention it. I don't know why—seeing you reminds me of my mother."

She was extremely excited and kept praising me, "Look at this child! So filial!"

When the bus arrived at Yansha, I saw Nina from afar.

This was the first time I'd truly admired her under the bright sunlight… She had a new perm with wavy curls, a light purple low-cut top, a coffee-colored pleated skirt, and two long, straight, slender legs, wearing three-and-a-half-inch strappy brown leather sandals. Wow! My heart felt like it had been struck by a bullet called eroticism! Li Ao's quote immediately came to mind: What is a real woman? When you see her, besides your penis getting hard, your whole body goes limp… That's a real woman!

In comparison, the "beauties" at our school were like unripe, unripe fruits, while my Nina sister! She was clearly a ripe peach, split open and oozing juice!

I walked towards the peach, mesmerized, the closer I got, the more my heart pounded! How had I never noticed before? Her breasts were so full! Her waist so slender! Her hips so plump! Combined, they resembled a gourd!

My "pubertal sexual repression syndrome" immediately kicked in, manifesting as cold hands and feet and burning testicles, constricted pupils and an engorged penis. Standing before Nina, I, who am usually so talkative and sarcastic, suddenly became as shy as an innocent young boy experiencing his first crush, unsure of what to do with his hands.

I was incredibly embarrassed, "You...you're here..."

Damn it! What kind of opening line is that?! You readers should understand now, right? This is the fundamental reason why I'm still a shameful virgin at twenty-one!

Nina also found it strange, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

I quickly explained, "No, no...I'm not sick! Not sick!"

I didn't even dare to look up! My eyelids drooped shyly—my peripheral vision caught Nina's feet. Her feet were very slender, probably only size 36 shoes, with long, delicate toes like bamboo shoots, meticulously painted with black nail polish—which made her soles appear even whiter and smoother than jade!

Books say that Chinese men have a "foot fetish," and it seems there's some truth to that. Take me, for example; seeing Nina's delicate feet made me blush like I'd been peeping at someone's genitals—even though I was still a virgin then, and had never seen what the "cunt" I talked about every day looked like—and those pornographic films are the worst! The image quality is terrible! They only show two shadows moving around, and even close-ups are blurry—it makes me furious! While

I was lost in thought, I heard Nina say, "If you're not sick, let's go. Don't stand here like a pillar." With that, she swayed her hips and walked gracefully ahead.

I followed behind, watching her plump buttocks sway from side to side and her calves tremble slightly. My heart pounded... A gust of wind blew, and Nina's fragrance wafted into my nostrils. Oh! Exciting! I felt like sneezing!

Nina took me shopping at a clothing store. She really spent money, buying a whole bunch of things without a second thought, including five or six pairs of underwear in various colors. Logically, I should have pretended to dissuade her, saying something like "Don't waste money," but at that moment I had forgotten even my own father's last name, so who cared about being polite with her!

Later, we sat in an outdoor café for a short rest. Nina frowned and looked me up and down. "You're either sick or you took the wrong medicine today, something's not right."

I stammered, "No, no... it's just because... well... you look so sexy today..."

"Sexy?" Nina perked up immediately, looking around excitedly. Suddenly, she leaned close and whispered, "Hey Fei, did you notice? There's a guy over there staring at us!"

I said, "He's not staring at us, he's staring at you!"

Nina said smugly, "Then let me show you how I charm him!"

Having said that, he crossed his legs, propped his chin on his hand, and twisted his body, saying shamefully, "I was still a virgin when I was a junior in college.

You say I was chaste and pure, but that's a lie. I was so anxious! So restless! I almost got constipated.

At dusk, the campus was filled with the scent of lust. Those beauties (please forgive me for using a trendy term; we didn't have such animals back then) strolled seductively along the tree-lined paths, their voices like nightingales and their eyes gleaming with flirtatious glances. Alas! They seemed to thrive on chaos.

Poor me, all I could do was frantically search for them, like a wolf, my eyes fixed on my prey, drool dripping down my back.

I still couldn't understand why Hu Zi (my roommate and best friend) got everything he wanted."

He wasn't as pretty as me, not as tall, and academically slightly better... but he was undeniably a hot commodity, almost as popular as the legendary Lu Xiaofeng (because Lu Xiaofeng also had a beard). He went through three years of university, had three girlfriends, and constantly complained that the most tiring thing in the world was dating... Wasn't that like a well-fed man criticizing a starving one? I wanted to beat him up!

Of course, in hindsight, his success was inevitable. For example, he was a skilled guitarist with a naturally husky voice. You know, playing "This Love Can Wait" for a girl was like giving her a dose of aphrodisiac! Add a bewildered look, a melancholic expression... wow! He was even more irresistible!

Anyway, in his junior year, he earned extra money playing guitar at a nightclub. With nothing better to do, I'd go to a nightclub to freeload, then hang myself on Hu Zi's tab. Back then, escort services were all the rage. Young women from all over China were flooding into the city, working in the service industry, attracting a bunch of frivolous old men with money to burn, indulging in nightly revelry and debauchery…you could use any idiom to describe them, it wouldn't be wrong.

That's where I met her.

Her business card listed her as "Public Relations Manager," which basically meant "madam," managing a dozen girls, constantly "flushing" them—so the girls called her "the flush toilet." In my opinion, her job was similar to a brothel owner in the old society. Only times had changed, and so had the terminology.

The girls told me she used to be a prostitute too, one of the earliest to go into prostitution during the early days of reform and opening up. So, calling her a "senior" wouldn't be an exaggeration. She was probably in her thirties, but you couldn't tell at all; she was as well-maintained as a fairy. At the time, I only noticed her beauty; I didn't feel anything else. As for being obsessed with her and masturbating every night, that's a story for later—let's leave that aside for now. Her voice was alluring, with a slight northern accent—later I found out she was indeed from Harbin.

Hu Zi was very close to her and called her "Sister Na," so I followed suit. Actually, her surname was Chen, and her given name was Nina. Although it sounded a bit pretentious, it was still quite stylish. She wore Esprit, used Max Factor, smoked extended Cartier cigarettes, and drank Pinot Noir or Chivas Regal…

Look at her! That's what you call life!

Okay, let's get to the point; if I keep rambling, I'll soon be as garrulous as a fly. So, that summer, I went to nightclubs with Hu Zi, and that's how I met Sister Nina. Sometimes I'd sit in a corner of the hall listening to Hu Zi sing, and she'd come over with her drink to chat, talking about this and that, nothing serious, just rambling.

Once

, she asked me, "Afei, do you have a girlfriend?"

I quickly shook my head, "No, no, a girlfriend? That's a luxury! I can't afford it."

Nina didn't believe me and said, "See, you're not being honest. A handsome guy like you, how could you stay idle?"

I smiled bitterly, "If I had hair, who would want to be a bald man! I really don't have one."

Nina said, "If you really don't have one, I'll introduce you to some. I have plenty of girls here."

I stared at her, "To be honest, Sister Na, I really like you."

Nina laughed, "You're just being a smooth talker, I don't have time for you!"

Another time, business at the nightclub was slow, and Nina was bored, so she came over to chat with me. I suddenly realized she was quite knowledgeable! From Coco Chanel to Milan Kundera... she knew a little about everything.

I couldn't help but be surprised.

I asked her, "Nina, where did you go to university?"

Nina scoffed, "Nonsense! I didn't even graduate high school, where would I get a university degree from!"

I said, "Then you're quite knowledgeable, why don't you come to our school as a visiting scholar!"

Nina sighed, "To tell you the truth, my first boyfriend was a university professor."

She elegantly lit a Cartier cigarette, and I quickly lit it for her. She took a deep drag and exhaled a very professional-looking smoke ring.

She seemed thoughtful, "That was my first time."

I asked curiously, "Why did you break up with him?"

She said, "Because he was poor, his salary was so low, what could he do? Now I have money, but..."

She seemed very sad.

I wanted to cheer her up, so I slapped my thigh and exclaimed, "That was close!"

Nina looked at me in surprise, "What happened?"

I said, "Luckily you two didn't end up together! Otherwise, I might have had to call you 'teacher's wife,' and I would have been at a huge loss!"

Nina chuckled, "You're such a chatterbox!"

Then it was her turn to ask me, "Afei, what about your first time? Who did you give it to?"

I pretended to be mysterious, "Sister Na, do you really want to know?"

She became interested and nodded vigorously, "I want to know, tell me!"

I hesitated for a moment, "Never mind, it's embarrassing to tell you."

Nina was anxious, "Stop being so mysterious! Tell me! I'll treat you to a drink if you tell me."

I made a mournful face, "Okay then..."

I held out my palm, "Alas! My sinful hand!"

Nina was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Damn! You're so frivolous!"

At that time, my impression on her was that I was a good talker. Maybe that was a specialty of our Chinese department.

Or maybe her first boyfriend was like me... and I helped her rediscover some of the feelings of first love that she had lost.

Two

bearded men were issued uniforms, snow-white shirts, which looked quite handsome. Nina, seeing that I liked them, got one for me. So, Bearded and I roamed the campus in matching outfits, singing at the top of our lungs: "

We grew up here, every girl belongs to us, whoever tries to take her away, we'll fight them to the bitter end..."

Later, we got a nickname, "Snow-Clad Flying Fox."

But unexpectedly, my "Snow-Clad" soon turned into a "Bloody Shirt." The story goes like this... One night, I was sitting alone in a quiet corner, having a drink, when I suddenly heard a commotion in the corridor.

I turned my head and saw—ho! Good heavens! A few grown men were drunk and disorderly, grabbing a young girl and trying to force her to drink brandy. The girl refused to drink, but the men said she had to. The girl said, "I don't want a tip, okay?" The men said, "You can refuse if you want! Wouldn't that make us lose face?"

I originally just intended to watch the show, but Nina's appearance changed the nature of the matter.

She snatched the bottle from the men's hands, "Oh, it's just a sip of wine, I'll drink it for her!"

The man spat, "Damn it! Who the hell do you think you are? You should take a look at yourself in the mirror, what kind of trash are you! You don't deserve it!"

Nina got angry, "Brother, you need to be

more civilized!" The man got even angrier, "I'm not civilized! What can you do to me?" With that, he went berserk and shoved her hard—shoving Nina onto her butt.

Damn it! Bullying my sister! This is outrageous! My temper flared up instantly, and I lunged forward, kicking the man in the stomach, "You motherfucker, daring to act like this here!" I cursed as I kicked him in the face.

Those bastards were drunk and didn't react at first, but the beating sobered them up a bit, and they immediately rolled up their sleeves and started punching me. To be honest, I've been in countless fights since I was a kid, I've seen this kind of thing many times!

So I was extremely experienced in fighting the enemy—in the blink of an eye, I turned and ran.

Those idiots chased after me, but after a lap, they broke up! I unleashed my might and launched a surprise attack! I grabbed a chair and smashed it over their heads, knocking the poor idiot in the lead unconscious! Blood splattered everywhere like a fountain.

Looking closer, there were four of them; I'd taken down two, leaving two.

I thought to myself, "You little brats! With that kind of skill, you dare to stay in the underworld?" I threw the chair down, clapped my hands, and yelled, "Get lost! You want a beating?"

I felt incredibly dignified! I felt like Wong Fei-hung reincarnated or Bruce Lee reborn.

Those two were thus subdued—they sheepishly helped the wounded up, didn't dare utter a sound, and slunk away.

Just then, I heard the girl yell, "They haven't paid yet—"

I yelled back, "Did you hear that? They haven't paid yet!"

At that moment, the nightclub owner rushed over, "Never mind! Let them go!"

I muttered, "That's good, they got beaten up, but saved on drinks..."

The owner pretended not to hear, tilting his head and looking me up and down, left and right, "Young man! Not bad!"

I feigned modesty, "Oh, not at all, I'm not good at fighting, hehe, just hitting randomly."

The owner nodded, "Interested in working as a security guard here?"

But then I heard Sister Nina interject behind me, "Manager, they're college students!"

The owner's eyes widened, "Really? I didn't realize... You participated in military training, right?"

3.

My presence overshadowed Beard's—at least in front of Sister Nina and her sisters.

Whenever I appeared at the nightclub, they swarmed around me, showering me with questions and concern. Beard was incredibly envious!

She said sourly, "Hey, you've become a big shot! You're so cool!"

I said smugly, "No pain, no gain."

But that fight ruined my pretty clothes—they were covered in blood, and I couldn't get them clean no matter how I washed them. Nina was thoughtful; noticing I hadn't worn a white shirt for the past two days, she said, "Did it get dyed? It's okay, I'll get you a new one."

I said, "How could I possibly accept that!"

Nina laughed, "Consider it repaying a favor; otherwise, I'll always feel like I owe you something."

So we agreed to meet at "Yansha" the next morning. The next day, the weather was beautiful, and I felt good about everyone on the bus. I was so happy that I even gave up my seat to a middle-aged woman. She was very embarrassed and thanked me profusely. I said, "Don't mention it. I don't know why—seeing you reminds me of my mother."

She was extremely excited and kept praising me, "Look at this child! So filial!"

When the bus arrived at Yansha, I saw Nina from afar.

This was the first time I'd truly admired her under the bright sunlight… She had a new perm with wavy curls, a light purple low-cut top, a coffee-colored pleated skirt, and two long, straight, slender legs, wearing three-and-a-half-inch strappy brown leather sandals. Wow! My heart felt like it had been struck by a bullet called eroticism! Li Ao's quote immediately came to mind: What is a real woman? When you see her, besides your penis getting hard, your whole body goes limp… That's a real woman!

In comparison, the "beauties" at our school were like unripe, unripe fruits, while my Nina sister! She was clearly a ripe peach, split open and oozing juice!

I walked towards the peach, mesmerized, the closer I got, the more my heart pounded! How had I never noticed before? Her breasts were so full! Her waist so slender! Her hips so plump! Combined, they resembled a gourd!

My "pubertal sexual repression syndrome" immediately kicked in, manifesting as cold hands and feet and burning testicles, constricted pupils and an engorged penis. Standing before Nina, I, who am usually so talkative and sarcastic, suddenly became as shy as an innocent young boy experiencing his first crush, unsure of what to do with his hands.

I was incredibly embarrassed, "You...you're here..."

Damn it! What kind of opening line is that?! You readers should understand now, right? This is the fundamental reason why I'm still a shameful virgin at twenty-one!

Nina also found it strange, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

I quickly explained, "No, no...I'm not sick! Not sick!"

I didn't even dare to look up! My eyelids drooped shyly—my peripheral vision caught Nina's feet. Her feet were very slender, probably only size 36 shoes, with long, delicate toes like bamboo shoots, meticulously painted with black nail polish—which made her soles appear even whiter and smoother than jade!

Books say that Chinese men have a "foot fetish," and it seems there's some truth to that. Take me, for example; seeing Nina's delicate feet made me blush like I'd been peeping at someone's genitals—even though I was still a virgin then, and had never seen what the "cunt" I talked about every day looked like—and those pornographic films are the worst! The image quality is terrible! They only show two shadows moving around, and even close-ups are blurry—it makes me furious! While

I was lost in thought, I heard Nina say, "If you're not sick, let's go. Don't stand here like a pillar." With that, she swayed her hips and walked gracefully ahead.

I followed behind, watching her plump buttocks sway from side to side and her calves tremble slightly. My heart pounded... A gust of wind blew, and Nina's fragrance wafted into my nostrils. Oh! Exciting! I felt like sneezing!

Nina took me shopping at a clothing store. She really spent money, buying a whole bunch of things without a second thought, including five or six pairs of underwear in various colors. Logically, I should have pretended to dissuade her, saying something like "Don't waste money," but at that moment I had forgotten even my own father's last name, so who cared about being polite with her!

Later, we sat in an outdoor café for a short rest. Nina frowned and looked me up and down. "You're either sick or you took the wrong medicine today, something's not right."

I stammered, "No, no... it's just because... well... you look so sexy today..."

"Sexy?" Nina perked up immediately, looking around excitedly. Suddenly, she leaned close and whispered, "Hey Fei, did you notice? There's a guy over there staring at us!"

I said, "He's not staring at us, he's staring at you!"

Nina said smugly, "Then let me show you how I charm him!"

Having said that, she crossed her legs, propped her chin on her hand, and twisted her body into a snake-like curve. She raised her eyelids and shot out two charming and captivating beams of light. Over there sat a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with more than a pound of hair wax on his hair. He had a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of beer in front of him. He looked very profound, but his eyes were actually quite mischievous and kept darting around. At this moment, he collided with Nina's beam of light and immediately shuddered. He quickly looked away and pretended to casually flick his cigarette ash—which ended up falling into his beer glass.

Nina was overjoyed. "How about it? Your sister Nina is quite charming, isn't she?"

I said, "Of course! You're so professional and experienced! Sitting here, you're practically a power plant!"

Nina was taken aback by my unfriendly tone, then curiously studied my face. "You're not jealous, are you?"

I was extremely embarrassed. "I... I'm not jealous at all!"

Nina giggled. "If you are, just admit it! Why deny it!"

I was annoyed and embarrassed. "Don't think too highly of yourself! Who do you think you are?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I saw Nina's face turn pale. "So you look down on me too!" I was stunned and said in a panic, "Sister Nina... I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean that..." Nina shook her head. "Forget it, don't explain. Some things just get worse the more you explain." She gestured to the waiter. "The bill!" "

I wanted to slap myself twice, thinking, 'Ah Fei, Ah Fei! You're such a damn pretentious bastard! Serves you right for being a virgin! Serves you right for not being able to get a girlfriend! As the saying goes, Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot be forgiven. If you're jealous, why say something hurtful? Have you lost your mind, brother?'...

While feeling sorry for myself, I followed Sister Na out, feeling utterly lost. After leaving Yansha, Sister Na hailed a taxi. She said, 'We're not going the same way, so I won't take you.'

I watched helplessly as her pretty feet disappeared into the car. The door slammed shut, the car let out a series of loud farts, and then sped away.

4

Nights. Dormitory. Hu Zi asked me, 'Who is the enemy?'

I sighed deeply, 'Sigh! Damn it, a woman!'

Hu Zi frowned, 'Of course I know it's a woman! If it were a man, wouldn't I be in danger? The question is, who is it? Sophie Marceau?'" Sharon Stone? Maggie Ryan? It can't be Aunt Wu, can it...? He looked at the bags I brought back, thought for a moment, and said, "I know... Kid! Your taste is pretty picky!" I glared at him, "You know nothing! You only know how to hook up with those kids who haven't even grown their hair yet!" Beard wasn't angry, but instead sighed, "Brother, do you think I only want to eat fast food and not eat out? The problem is, I'm broke! What is Sister Na? She's top-grade abalone! Can you afford her?" I admitted in my heart that what Beard said made sense, but I wouldn't back down verbally, "Hmph! You were born to be a McDonald's or KFC customer! This young master has his own principles, I'd rather eat one bite of a peach than half a basket of rotten pears! As the saying goes, those who walk different paths cannot make plans together, and those who don't see eye to eye cannot exchange a single word. How can a sparrow know the ambition of an eagle? I can't be bothered with you! Go to sleep! Turn off the lights!" "Beard is getting impatient too," he said, "You little brat, serves you right for getting dumped every month! You're a complete idiot, you forget the pain once the wound heals, you take kindness for granted, you're like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, you don't appreciate kindness at all! You're a total Russian moron, Lovich. I'm not going to give you a damn thing! Lights out! Go to sleep!" "

With a snap, the light went out.

First, there was the chirping of an insect called a cricket outside the window, then a guy named Beard snoring in the room, and then something nicknamed 'Little Brother' peeking out from my crotch.

I gritted my teeth, grabbed Little Brother by the neck, and struggled with it desperately, trying to make it behave. But who knew this guy was like a secret agent, the more you tormented him, the more determined he became, almost singing the Internationale! It seems that force didn't work, so I'll try a softer approach. Based on my years of experience, as long as I use the beauty trap, he will completely confess until he has nothing left to say.

So I started to instill the idea of a beautiful woman in him... Of course, this beautiful woman had to be concrete, meaning there had to be a specific object, similar to the idea that 'auspicious glances are like spinach in autumn.' The

moment I had this thought, Nina appeared, and she was incredibly concrete! She walked slowly towards me with that kind of smile that could easily tempt someone to commit a crime, her legs long and white."

"Ah Fei, why won't you tell the truth?"

She leaned down, her intoxicating fragrance overwhelming me like an avalanche.

"Because you dare not face your own desires."

Two magnificent breasts trembled and shone, vaguely visible behind a veil of misty gauze, almost bursting forth.

"So you're always passive, so you're still a pitiful virgin." My blood boiled, I was drenched in sweat, burning with lust, my heart pounding.

"Do you need help?"

Nina gently teased me.

"Come on, be brave, let it spurt..."

Damn it! Just as my little brother was about to confess, I heard Beard, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, roar:

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?!"

I was startled, instinctively losing control, but felt a sticky drop splash onto my left eyelid.

I was extremely annoyed and sat up abruptly.

I roared, "I'll fight you!" "

5

I tossed and turned for three days, wasting countless sperm, before finally deciding to go find Nina and tell her I was truly jealous that day, that I'm actually just a tiny little bird who needs her help to fly high.

I got a haircut, shaved my chin until it was bruised, took a cold shower, lathered my private parts three times with soap, then put on decent clothes and set off. As I walked through the entrance of the dance hall, I felt like a martyr heading to his execution, ready to sacrifice himself with fierce determination.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Beard's song—

"...It was your gentle, faint smile

on the red sunset's shoulder

; it was me singing my lingering, tender song

in the whistling wind,

watching the autumn leaves drift and fall,

watching the lonely end of youth.

You wore a beautiful gold-trimmed dress,

but you weren't my bride..."

...It was your dark, shiny hair that

danced lightly in my dreams

, a lingering, tender feeling that

made me want to cry. I

watched as snow blanketed the hills,

burying our short-lived love.

Saying goodbye meant we were separated forever, leaving

my memories to wander... "

I saw Nina in the song. She sat in the corner of the hall, a red candle before her. The flickering light cast shifting shadows on her face. She held up a finger to me, 'Shh—'" "...The first time, so hurried,

the first time filled with resentment and sorrow,

I saw tears streaming down my face.

You said I was young and impetuous,

the first time flowers bloomed and faded

, the first time the long night was endless, too late

to hide that ridiculous panic,

life had changed its appearance..."

The last arpeggio slowly faded away. Nina smiled: "Hu Zi said you wrote this song." "I lowered my head in shame," I said, "Nonsense, just something to write—like beating a child on a rainy day, I'm just killing time anyway." "Nina asked, 'Dedicated to the first time?'"

I waved my hands repeatedly, "Naming a child before even having one is pure fantasy." Nina pouted, "Nobody believes that! What brings you here today? Is there something you need?" I looked at her and nodded. "Let's talk in the room, it's too noisy here." She stood up and led me to the karaoke room.

Nina was wearing a cheongsam, its undulating curves flowing seamlessly from the neckline through her waist to the hem, perfectly showcasing her exquisite figure. Bai Yang said, "The greatest allure of a bare chest is the cleavage, the greatest allure of bare legs is the slit in the cheongsam," and that slender, snow-white glimpse, shimmering in the misty haze with her graceful gait, truly "makes one's mouth dry and eyes dazzled, making one want to exclaim 'Wang Tofu!' Unable to sit or lie still." The room was also noisy, with a large speaker blasting disco music, deafeningly loud. Nina leaned back on the sofa and shrugged. "It's just not quiet anywhere. Let's talk here." I stood in front of her like a child who had done something wrong. "Sister Nina... I'm here... to apologize to you." Nina said, "Is it about what happened that day? I've already forgotten about it, don't worry about it." I stammered, "And... and also... I... I wanted to say... that day... I... I like you."

It was already noisy, and my voice was soft, so even with her hearing aid, it didn't help! She shouted,

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" After a pause, she added, "You little rascal! You're pretty tough when you fight, but why is it so hard for you to say something?"

As the saying goes, it's better to provoke than to ask. Nina's words suddenly ignited a savage energy within me. I gritted my teeth and stamped my feet, my blood boiling inside my hard cock. What kind of nonsense was this?! In short, I was dizzy and thought, "Damn it, I'm going to go for it!"

I yelled, "Sister Na, I like you!"

How could it be so coincidental, so perfectly timed? The moment those six words left my tongue, the disco music abruptly stopped, as if someone had deliberately timed it to ambush me. But my voice was clear and resonant, almost lingering in the air!

I think my face must have turned as red as that song by Cui Yongyuan.

Embarrassed as I was, I felt a huge weight lifted from my heart—finally, I'd delivered my final statement! Now I was just waiting for the judge's verdict!

But the judge remained silent.

A bomber was buzzing in my head, making my scalp tingle. Only one thought kept running through my mind: "What will her reaction be? What will her reaction be?" Actually, I could have just looked at her and known… but at that moment, I really didn't dare, I really didn't dare!

The loudspeaker paused for a moment, then resumed playing a soft melody.

A fair and full hand appeared before my eyes, and a voice said, "Please dance with me." I instinctively grasped the hand, as if holding a slippery eel.

I said, "I...I'm not very good at dancing..."

The voice said, "Three steps, anyone can do that. I'll teach you."

A warm body approached me, and a fragrance, like orchids but not musk, enveloped me. Thump, thump...I danced cautiously, mechanically, afraid of stepping on her beautiful feet.

The voice said again, "Ah Fei, is it so hard to say you like someone? No wonder you can't find a girlfriend." I finally dared to look up—to meet her gaze. I felt relieved! Not only was she not angry, but she was also very gentle, with a hint of alluring flirtation in her eyes—she winked at me, “Don’t take yourself too seriously!

You said it yourself.

” I whispered, “Sister Na, I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it that way—” Nina interrupted me, “Actually, you’re not wrong, why are you making things difficult for yourself? I’ve been thinking about this these past few days, um, I’m almost a withered flower, if I don’t hurry, I’ll miss my chance! So I’m glad you like me.”

After saying that, she slowly closed her eyes, her long, thick, black eyelashes trembling, her rosy, fleshy lips slightly parted…

I’d seen this expression in movies—was this a kiss?

My actions were faster than my thoughts; without a word, I lowered my head and kissed her. The moment my lips touched hers, she eagerly offered her tongue, looking incredibly thirsty! I held it firmly, making soft, smacking noises, for a long, long time before finally separating because I was too breathless to breathe.

Nina gasped, "You're like you haven't been with a woman in ages!" I held her tightly, afraid she'd fly away if I let go. "Sis! It really has been a long, long time since I've been with a woman. The last time we kissed was two years ago."

Nina blushed and whispered, "No wonder it's so hard down there, doesn't it hurt?" I'd been so excited I'd forgotten about my little brother down there, who was also excited, and now he was pounding against my belly. How embarrassing! My cheeks burned, and I tried to take some precautions, but Nina just hugged me tighter! She wouldn't let me leave her body.

Her eyes were alluring, "Afei, do you want it?"

Damn! I almost ejaculated! My nervousness made me stutter again, "Of...of course...of course I want it..."

Nina chuckled, "Wait until I get off work, come home with me."

I think there's no better eight-word phrase in the world! This wasn't human speech, it was music—mandolin, organ, guzheng, pipa, erhu, suona, Jiangnan silk and bamboo music… The big speakers were blasting disco, but everything sounded like Ode to Joy to me.

Nina

lived in a studio apartment; the balcony, bathroom, and kitchen combined were about thirty square meters.

The room had a strong feminine feel, with clothes strewn everywhere. On the bedside table was a half-empty bottle of red wine, next to which lay a magazine—a foreign man, naked and with a huge penis, swaggering on the cover.

I said, “Nina, so you like foreign guns!”

Nina blushed, “Ugh! What nonsense!” She immediately opened a drawer, stuffed the magazine inside, and said, “Sit still, don’t rummage through things. I’m going to take a shower.”

She started taking off her cheongsam. Like a snake shedding its skin, in the blink of an eye, she was only wearing a bra and panties. Then, hands on her hips, she gracefully twirled around. "How's my figure? Pretty good, right?" My voice was hoarse, sounding like I had a cold. "Sister Na, you have an absolutely stunning figure!" Nina smiled. "You're so good with words! Okay! I'll reward you!" She bent down and gave me a sweet kiss, then whispered, "Want to shower with me?" I was such an idiot! I shyly replied, "Sister Na... you shower... I've already showered..." Nina grinned, "Silly boy!"

She pinched my cheek and turned to go into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water filled the air...

I imagined Sister Na in the steamy water, "long hair flowing down her back, a pale body standing in the bathtub, one hand holding the showerhead, the other tugging at her ample breasts..." This was a erotic picture I'd seen in the novel *Ruined Capital*. To be honest, I really admire Jia Zhangke. It would be a huge loss to contemporary Chinese literature if he didn't write *The Carnal Prayer Mat*—look at how erotically he used the word "chuāng" (揣, meaning "to seduce" or "to hold"). It almost made me scream—and thinking about what was about to happen… my blood was surging, and my manhood was practically bursting out of my pants! Even my testicles were throbbing.

To distract myself, I looked around and found a pair of Na-jie's panties under my pillow. They were light pink, embroidered with delicate lace, and had a long, thin, curly hair stuck to them—I figured it must be Na-jie's pubic hair! So beautiful! That's why women are beautiful everywhere—even their pubic hair looks good!

I continued to observe, and noticed a faint yellow stain on the crotch of the panties. I curiously sniffed it—a strong, fishy smell filled my nostrils, making me feel instantly refreshed, like I'd inhaled snuff… but damn it, my testicles were even more sore! The pain was so bad I could barely straighten my back.

I wonder if any of you male readers have had a similar experience to Afei—these symptoms appear whenever you're close to a woman in your youth. I used to be troubled by this, thinking I had some incurable disease like the unfortunate characters in Japanese dramas. So, I anxiously went to consult a senior student two years older than me. After listening to my complaints, he thought for a moment, then nodded seriously, "You're just holding it in—it'll be fine once you release it."

I thought to myself, "That's just like playing the erhu in your pants—it's all nonsense!" I diligently release my desires every night—isn't that enough? It seems this isn't something an ordinary person can explain—later, I bought an old magazine at a newsstand with "Dr. Huang's Mailbox" inside. Dr. Huang said it was just hormones at work and nothing serious—that put my mind at ease. But not becoming a protagonist in a Japanese drama still left me with a vague sense of loss.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. I quickly tucked my underwear back in and sat up straight. Just as I finished, Nina appeared, wrapped in a bath towel, her colorful black hair flowing freely, her limbs long and slender, her collarbones delicate, her breasts firm and prominent. She laughed and said, "Why are you just sitting there like an idiot? Do you want me to help you take your clothes off?" I said no, no… and hurriedly bent over in agony, untying my shoelaces, straightening up, and unbuckling my belt… Nina turned on the lamp, then went to turn it off. The room instantly darkened, but the hazy orange-red light was very ambiguous and filled with a sensual atmosphere.

Oh my god… I'm about to… about to begin my "virginity-losing journey"… Nina turned to look at me, then suddenly chuckled, "What, planning to hold the last line of defense?" It turned out I was only wearing my underwear, and the crotch area was bulging and unsightly. But I was really too embarrassed to take any more off… I had to retain some of a virgin's modesty, right?

Nina suddenly ripped off her towel…

Holy crap… Before this, all women in my mind were clothed, the most extreme being a bikini. So when Nina pulled off the towel, what appeared before my eyes was a blinding white light—two bright red nipples and a patch of darkness between her legs. My throat tightened, I almost vomited blood… I didn't even remember how she got there, how we rolled onto the bed, or how she took off my underwear… The whole process was like a videotape with the magnetic strip erased, a blind spot in my memory.

It was her lips that brought me back to reality, “You’re so strong!” Just like in my dreams, she touched me, and I felt like a string about to snap.

Nina spread her legs, “Come on…”

My throat was parched. I lay on top of Nina, trembling all over… To put it bluntly, I was sticking my dick out and didn’t know where to put it. How shameful! I usually say and do whatever I want, seeming like a little rascal, but actually I'm just a virgin. All my sex knowledge comes from porn—what am I supposed to do?

Nina noticed, and this kind older sister showed boundless tenderness. "So you really are a virgin!

Don't worry, I'll help you." She pinched me with her hand, leading me to the entrance of my vagina, "Right here..." Then she released her fingers, "Come on, push..."

Even an idiot knows what to do next! My penis slid in like an eel. It was wet, slippery, sticky, and warm inside.

I heard Nina moan from her nostrils, "Mmm..."

I was covered in sweat, afraid to move, feeling like I was about to urinate.

Nina cupped my face and asked softly, "Want to come out?" I nodded through gritted teeth.

Nina smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, it's always like this the first time. Just come if you want to." Then she hugged me tightly, cheek to cheek, and said, "Silly boy, come on, fuck me hard a couple of times, quick!"

She said "fuck"—I still remember it vividly. Although I've had sex with countless women since then, none have used such unrestrained profanity as Nina—it felt strangely familiar to me, coming from a humble background. Hearing it resonated with me deeply, igniting a tremendous passion for "making love" within me!

So I mustered all my strength and thrust twice—I thought twice at most—and then I trembled all over as if I'd had a seizure, and my lower body gushed out in a torrent.

7

Nina hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "You gave your first time to a woman ten years older than you, do you regret it?"

I said, "I'm too happy to regret it."

Nina gently bit my earlobe, "Then you must find a virgin when you look for a wife, otherwise you'll lose out big time!" I sighed, "These days, finding a virgin is harder than finding a dinosaur, forget it." Nina giggled, "I'll help you find one, I don't believe you can't find an original... Ouch, it's going to leak out!"

It turned out that my penis was limp and was slowly retracting out—like a bottle stopper. The bottle couldn't be plugged, and the contents were about to spill out—Nina quickly covered herself with her hands. "Go get the towel." I rolled out of bed, picked up the bath towel—it had been wrapped around Nina—and looked back to see Nina with her legs spread wide, a handful of milky white fluid in her palm. "Give it to me!" I handed her the towel, but my eyes were glued to her "secret garden"... I saw a gaping maw of thick black hair, squeezing out white fluid—it's always "your mother's cunt, your mother's cunt"... It's pitiful that I only now know what a "cunt" looks like.

Nina took the towel, dried her hands, and then her lower body. Looking up, she saw me staring intently and scolded, "You're already inside, why are you still looking?"

I crawled over, snuggling against her legs, and pleaded, "Sister, please let me take a good look, please." Nina laughed, "Alright! You've come here for a sex education lesson!" I said, "This wasn't taught in school; the teacher told us to study it at home. Sister, you have to help me catch up!"

Nina said, "You're so annoying!" but her lower body was wide open for me to admire. She used her index and middle fingers to press down on her greasy, dark brown labia, making her vagina gape open, revealing tender, wet flesh.

"Look... women give birth here."

She stroked upwards with her fingers, squeezing out a small, round, plump bud.

"This is the clitoris, a woman's most sensitive spot."

Curious, I reached out to touch it, but the moment I touched it, Nina shuddered. "Don't use your hands, baby... if you want, use your tongue!"

Of course I did, and immediately crawled between her legs, licking wildly with my tongue—I heard her hissing and moaning, "Oh...so good...oh...so good, so good..." Her arousal made me feel like I'd received a response to a post, and I worked even harder. As I licked, she suddenly pushed me away. "Ah...I can't take it! Are you hard? Let me touch it!" She reached out and grabbed my penis. "Wow! It's even thicker than before!"

I realized I'd become erect again without realizing it.

She pressed me down, then straddled me, rubbing my glans against her slippery labia, making my whole body tingle. I excitedly cried out, "Sister Na!" With a thrust of my hips, I entered her!

Nina screamed, "Ah!" and bent over, her arms bracing against the mattress—her breasts drooped like papayas, the nipples resting on my lips. I immediately opened my mouth and took them in, sucking desperately, wishing I could draw out milk—Nina cried out again, "Afei! Don't bite..." Her buttocks began to rise and fall, making my penis go in and out, faster and faster, more and more violently.

I couldn't take it anymore... I spat out the nipple, freeing my mouth to call out, "Sister! I, I, I'm going to cum..."

Nina gasped, "Afei... just... just a little longer... I... I'm almost there too!" With that, Nina's buttocks pounded like a tamping machine, making my thighs thump loudly, then her back arched, her whole body convulsing, even her heavy breasts trembling... It was as if she had clenched a fist inside—she almost squeezed me out!

We climaxed simultaneously—supposedly the ultimate experience in sex.

Afterwards, Nina slumped against me like a noodle, her hair disheveled, face flushed, eyes hazy, panting softly, "Afei…you were amazing…I haven't felt this good in ages…" My vanity was greatly satisfied; I suddenly felt like a natural expert. "Sister, as the saying goes, there's no best, only better."

Nina sniffed, "Hmph, you're so glib! I came faster than usual because I hadn't done it in a while. Do you think you're so great?"

I asked with a grin, "Haven't done it in a while? How long? With whom?" Nina laughed too, "What? Jealous again?"

I said, "That's right, my hometown is Taiyuan, Shanxi Province. My ancestors produced authentic aged vinegar!" Nina's smile faded, and she sighed softly, "Afei, to be honest…" "She said, 'I have a boyfriend, and I'm getting married soon.

'" I was stunned. "You're not... joking with me, are you?" Nina shook her head. "I shouldn't have slept with you, but I do

n't know why I'm so infatuated with you, this little brat." I said, "Sister Nina, since you like me, just be with me! I'll marry you as soon as I graduate." Nina looked at me in surprise and said, "Don't forget I'm ten years older than you!" I argued, "Ten years older is normal—Duras is thirty-nine years older than Yann! Susan Sarah is twelve years older than Tim Robbins—those are classic love stories!" Nina laughed. "Nonsense! I don't want to play the classics; I just want a peaceful life. You want your sister to have a good ending, right?"

I was speechless.

Nina cupped my face and said softly, "Silly boy, being happy together is more important than anything else. Why take it so seriously?" Suddenly lowering her voice, "Tell me, were you happy just now?" I nodded vigorously.

Nina said, "Me too—you're so comfortable! No wonder people say, 'It's not short and thick that's scary, it's long and thin.'"

I couldn't help but retort, "Am I thin? Then tell me how thick others are!" Nina couldn't help but laugh, "I misspoke! You're not thin at all, you're very thick!" I laughed too, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want, you know? Young people care about size, young adults care about thickness, middle-aged people care about length, and old people care about hardness and softness—you can see the level of life from this." Nina laughed so hard she was shaking, "You're really knowledgeable—but right now you're thin and small, short and soft, what level is that?"

I said, "Wait a moment, it will stand up again soon." Nina said in a sweet voice, "No... I want it to stand up right now..." Nina slid backward like a fish, "Look at you, you're all wilted!" I craned my neck to look, and sure enough, that organ was listless, covered in Nina's vaginal fluid and my own semen, looking like a complete mess.

Nina used her slender fingers to peel back the foreskin, revealing the rosy glans, exclaiming, "It's so tender, so cute!" Then she stuck out her tongue and deftly circled the glans... I instantly got goosebumps all over, and gasped for breath—

Nina glanced at me with her watery eyes and asked, "Do you like it?" I nodded hurriedly, "I...I like it!"

Nina smiled, brushing her hair back—the movement was incredibly alluring! It made my penis jump, almost leaping out of my skin. Then I heard her softly say, "Let me kiss your little brother, okay?" Before I could reply, she sucked me into her mouth with a "slurp," then smacked my lips for a while, before sucking hard on the glans... I couldn't take it! A heat rose in my lower abdomen, and my penis became erect. Nina winked at me, as if to say, "Look! So fast!" She continued to give me oral sex, not minding the sticky secretions, licking them into her mouth and swallowing them.

She sucked and licked like this for a while—I felt like I was about to come again—before Nina reluctantly let go, looking at me with a flushed face and saying, "Come on, I want it." I sat up abruptly, as if to pounce, but Nina stopped me, saying, "Don't rush... I'll change your position."

She turned and knelt on the bed, sticking out her big, round buttocks, as white as cream, as smooth as ghee, and as tender as a flower. A deep slit opened between her buttocks, filled with dark pubic hair, and two purplish-brown labia majora drooped from within the pubic hair, the labia holding a warm, moist vulva. My eyes, like a thirsty zoom lens, zoomed in, as if trying to penetrate her... Nina glanced back, her eyes alluring, "Afei, am I sexy?"

I answered with action. My penis, like a cannonball, plunged in accurately and fiercely.

Nina screamed, "Ah! Harder! Faster!"

I didn't speak, gritting my teeth and relentlessly thrusting. Nina was pounded until she was disheveled and arched back and forth, and finally we both reached the peak of victory once again.

That night, all my glands opened, and I ejaculated seven or eight times, releasing about a bottle's worth of fluid—a record I haven't broken to this day.

8

For the next few days, I didn't leave Nina's apartment. She also took leave to stay home and make love with me. I improved rapidly, my stamina grew stronger, and eventually I could last for more than half an hour each time, bringing Nina to multiple orgasms. Nina was very satisfied, "If you can make me come twice, you can make other women come four times—they'll love you to death!"

It happened that morning. I woke up to find the sun high in the sky. Sunlight streamed through the pale yellow curtains, filling the room, and Nina was still fast asleep beside me.

Not wanting to disturb her, I sat on the bed and silently observed her—she was wrapped in a purple floral sheet, her slender feet peeking out like a clean, natural herb. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down, obscuring her ivory collarbone and partially veiling her sharply defined face—I couldn't find any trace of age or weariness on her face; she was serene and peaceful, like an innocent baby.

The phone rang.

Nina was startled awake. She rolled over and picked up the phone, "Hello...hello...speaking...knowing...metoo...from beijing...ok...ok...bye!"

Nina hung up, and I hugged her from behind. "Who was that?" she asked. She said, "My boyfriend."

I asked, "Why aren't you speaking human language?"

She laughed, "He can't speak human language—he's a Japanese."

I was taken aback, then teased, "Wow! You're so sophisticated, sister! You've even brought in foreign investment." She didn't speak, remained silent for a while, then suddenly sighed, "He's coming tomorrow...and...my visa came through."

The visa came through...what does that mean?

Nina turned and nestled into my arms, gently stroking me as she softly asked, "Baby, you don't want to leave me, do you?" I suddenly wanted to cry, but something seemed to choke me, preventing me from making a sound. Then I heard Nina whisper in my ear, "Don't be silly, come on, come to me... From now on, don't stop... I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content!"

And so we made love wildly. I was incredibly vigorous; in Nina's words, I practically fucked her through!

That day I didn't eat, didn't get out of bed—I didn't even leave Nina's body.

I've been trying to recall certain details of that day and night, but each time I rack my brains, it's all in vain.

August 9th, maybe the 10th, or the 11th… it was pretty much the same, I mean that morning, the weather was sunny, without any of that "breakups always happen on rainy days" vibe. I dressed neatly and walked out of Nina's house. My footsteps echoed down the long corridor. At that moment, the following images flashed through my mind: close-up, I suddenly turn around; wide shot, Nina standing in front of the door in a snow-white nightgown; close-up, Nina with tears streaming down her face; medium shot, following shot, I run towards her, pull her into my arms, and kiss her passionately… at the same time, the music starts, "Only You"… but in reality, nothing happened, as if nothing had ever happened. I went out onto the street, cars passing by, people walking past me expressionlessly. The sun was shining brightly. I thought to myself: "The story ends here!"

…

Just a few more words:

Nina went abroad with her foreign husband, like a stone thrown into the sea, never to be heard from again.

And I began to feel shameless. I found that once there was a first time, the second, the third, the nth time… followed one after another. Even Hu Zi was surprised by the frequency and speed at which I changed girlfriends.

He gave me eight words: "A complete transformation, a fresh start."

Then I graduated, then I worked, then I grew tired of it, and then everything returned to loneliness.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and silently think of the past, think of Nina. Maybe I'll never see her again in this lifetime! Maybe I was just an interlude in her life. But for me, it was an unforgettable first time!

Some say that it's best for a boy to have an experienced woman open the door to sex for him. Under the gentle protection of motherhood, he can avoid frustration and failure—and a good start will greatly help his confidence—therefore I am grateful to her, forever.

The story is over. How much of it is fiction? How much is real? Sometimes even I don't know. As Nina said, "Being happy and carefree is more important than anything else, why take it so seriously?"

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