My story with goddess Song Xiaomin

(I)

One evening during the final semester of my university studies, my roommate Lao Wu from the next dorm came to find me, asking mysteriously, "Did your family send you living expenses?"
It's normal for classmates to help each other with living expenses, so I nodded, "They just sent them today. How much do you need?"
He still looked mysterious, "500! Take your card, come with me!"
I grabbed my wallet and went out with him, withdrawing 500 yuan from an ATM.
"Come on, let's go out!" Lao Wu stuffed the money into his pocket and led me towards the school gate.
"I have an exam tomorrow morning, and I still need to study tonight!" I didn't want to go out; I hadn't finished making cheat sheets for tomorrow's exam.
"Not going? You'll regret it! Let's go!" Lao Wu grabbed my hand, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked out of the school gate.
Outside the gate, many taxis were waiting for fares. Lao Wu randomly hailed one, got in, and closed the door: "Driver, to Hubin Road!"
The driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror and sped off to Hubin Road.
In the car, Lao Wu kept sending messages. After getting out of the car, he told the driver to wait for us, then made a phone call and led me into a commercial street. There were several cafes and karaoke bars on both sides of the street, the streetlights were dim, and there weren't many people around. When we reached a fountain sculpture in the middle of the street, Lao Wu made another phone call: "Hey? Sister He, we're here!"
A few minutes later, a woman who looked to be about 30 years old emerged from the darkness, followed by seven or eight young girls. My heart skipped a beat: Was Lao Wu going to take me to a prostitute? Just as my eyes widened in disbelief, Lao Wu pulled me aside: "Zhou Yi, you go first, it's on me!"
I was still a little scared because I had seen many news reports of people being arrested for prostitution. If I were caught, not only would I be expelled from school, but my dad would probably skin me alive. I pulled him aside and asked anxiously, "Is it safe? Will anything happen?"
Old Wu seemed to be a seasoned veteran, speaking with the air of someone who'd been through it all, "Don't worry, everything's fine!" He looked around and pointed to a spot not far away: "See that? That's the police station. And look across the street, police cars! They're right under our noses and they don't care, what are you afraid of?"
My fear subsided considerably, and I returned to the group of beautiful women. A 30-year-old woman is what they call a "mommy." Old Wu and I murmured amongst ourselves for a while, but she didn't get angry, her face beaming: "Don't be afraid, guys. I just took a shower, I've never worked before. Pick a few and have some fun!"
I glanced past her and started scanning the girls behind me. They varied greatly in height and weight, and the lighting was dim, making it hard to tell if they were pretty or not. I wanted to leave quickly, so I picked a girl wearing tight jeans and a fitted Kappa t-shirt. She had nice legs, and her makeup wasn't too heavy. Old Wu picked a shorter girl with a slightly square face. I gave Mommy 300 yuan and took the two girls back to where the taxi was waiting for us. The four of us got in the car. Old Wu sat in the front, and I sat in the back with the two girls.
Sitting in the car, I was a little excited and a little embarrassed, not knowing what to talk to them about, so I took out my phone to browse MOP. The square-faced girl next to me scratched my face with her hand: "Brother, your skin is so white!" I was startled and sat up straight. Seeing my reaction, the two girls laughed: "What are you afraid of!" Old Wu in the front, not knowing what had happened, turned to look at me: "What's wrong? Can't wait?" The driver also laughed. I told him to get lost and ignored him.
At that time, you didn't need an ID card to check into a hotel. I went into the room with the girl, and under the light, I finally saw her clearly. She had blonde hair with bangs, and only lightly painted eyebrows and lipstick.
"Brother, how about we take a shower first?" she said, changing her slippers while gathering her long hair behind her head with a hair tie.
Looking at her curvaceous figure, my heart raced at the thought of making love with her.
I swallowed hard and asked a really stupid question: "Should you shower first or me?"
She paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I can help you."
In that ambiguous atmosphere, every word was an aphrodisiac, and my little brother instantly became erect. At the bathroom door, she helped me take off my clothes first. Seeing my already erect and engorged penis, she laughed and said, "He's more eager than you!"
I didn't say anything and went into the bathroom to turn on the hot water. She took off all her clothes except her underwear and came in too. My second stupid question of the night blurted out: "Aren't you going to take these off? They'll get wet!"
She giggled and said, "I can't reach the back buttons, you help me take them off!"
My face must have been very red at that moment, the color almost as deep as my erect penis. I clumsily helped her take off her bra, and her rounded breasts lay in my palm. I gently pinched her nipple; it was a bit large, probably from being handled by too many people. Seeing that I was more interested in her breasts, she took off her panties and underwear, placing them aside, and grabbed the showerhead to wash me. I lathered her with shower gel, caressing her breasts and gliding her hand over her flat stomach. My hand gently slipped between her legs, lightly massaging her sparse pubic hair. After a few strokes, white foam appeared. She wasn't idle either, carefully washing my penis. As she moved her hand around, a few drops of fluid seeped from my urethra.
After washing and drying me, she slipped into bed before me. I followed, continuing to caress her breasts. She took a condom from under the pillow and put it on my penis. I rolled over and pressed myself against her.
With her eyes blinking, she whispered to me, "No kissing, no touching down there. Once I ejaculate, it counts as one time, but you can do it twice."
My penis bounced against her lower abdomen, not in a hurry to enter. I asked her, "What if I want to kiss your lips?"
She said seriously, "No, you can't kiss me!"
I said again, "Okay, I won't kiss your lips, but you can kiss mine!"
She seemed afraid I would force a kiss on her, covering her mouth and saying, "No way, I'll bite!"
I continued to tease her, "If you keep biting people, no one will want to see you anymore!"
Although she covered her mouth, a smile shone in her eyes: "I only bite people I like!"
I pretended to force a kiss on her, and she didn't get angry, laughing and dodging. After a little while, she said gently, "Come in quickly, I can't wait!"
So I gently inserted myself into her. The novelty outweighed the physical stimulation. Especially since it was my first time with a prostitute, I felt a sense of mystery and guilt. Although I wasn't a virgin and didn't feel any moral pressure from my girlfriend, the indescribable thrill was more memorable than having sex with a stranger. I was rather clueless at the time, not knowing how to change positions, perhaps because her eyes were beautiful. While moving on top of her, I didn't change positions, always keeping the missionary position, which was more convenient and allowed me to keep looking into her eyes. After a while, she lifted the blanket and curled her legs up to her chest. From this angle, she could witness my penis and her vagina engaging in a close and intimate exchange. She didn't like to moan much; whenever she felt pleasure, she preferred to take deep breaths. While taking deep breaths, she mechanically recited her lines: "Brother, you're so amazing, faster, faster, mmm!..." However, her physical response wasn't very strong. "She's just a prostitute. I'm paying for my own pleasure, not hers!" I told myself. So I thrust even harder.
The condoms they bought were of poor quality, greatly diminishing my pleasure and making it difficult to ejaculate. The young woman seemed dissatisfied with the condoms as well, gently asking, "How about we take them off? I just had a checkup the day before yesterday, everything's fine." I smiled and shook my head, letting her roll over onto me. She swept her hair back and gently sat on top of me, beginning to slowly move. Her moans were noticeably different, now incorporating her own "genuine feelings." I followed her movements, lifting my hips to penetrate deeper. Her vagina reacted differently, gradually warming and becoming increasingly wet. I held her with one hand and kneaded her breasts with the other. Her movements became more pronounced, her face flushing, the color spreading to her chest. I continued to thrust forcefully, and she responded perfectly. Suddenly, I felt a gush of fluid flowing from deep within her vagina. Her moans became sharp and high-pitched. She moved faster and faster, placing my hands on her lower back, asking me to help her thrust. I simply sat up, grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and vigorously stroked my penis. Looking down, I saw that my crotch was covered in white, sticky fluid. She moved faster and faster, but lacking stamina, her pace slowed down. Between moans, she murmured in my ear, "Brother, help me, hurry up!... Harder! Ah!~~" So I increased the pressure of my hands, her thin pubic bone scraping against my penis, even causing a slight pain. Suddenly, she gripped my neck tightly with both hands, and then her body trembled... she must have orgasmed, just like in porn movies. Seeing her weakly collapse, I felt a strange sense of pride, completely forgetting that I came to solicit a prostitute, not to please one. She trembled for a while, then fell backward onto the bed, panting heavily.
I slowly withdrew my penis, made her turn over, and entered her from behind. Entering from behind seemed to penetrate deeper, and to accommodate my movements, she half-knelt, holding onto the headboard, to meet my thrusts. I have to say, this girl was quite dedicated.
After about three minutes of thrusting from behind, I finally came. Even though I ejaculated, my little brother was still hard. It stayed hard inside for another minute or so. After it slowly softened, she turned around and looked at me gently, asking, "All done?" I nodded. She gently pinched the tip of the condom and took out my limp penis. I took some tissues to wipe myself and lay down on the bed. She leaned over and smiled at me, and I smiled back. Without warning, she suddenly took my lower lip into her mouth and gently bit it. Then she avoided my gaze and lay on my chest.
My little brother, which had been exhausted in the last battle, couldn't fight again for a while, so the girl gently teased him with her hands to help him regain his strength. I stroked her smooth back and buttocks and slowly became aroused. Just as I was about to go again, there was a loud knocking on the door. A chill ran down my spine. The first thing that came to my mind was a police raid. I grabbed my underwear and pulled it on without checking the front or back. Her clothes were in the bathroom, so I had to wrap myself tightly in the blanket, my eyes filled with terror. Just as I finished putting on my underwear, Old Wu's voice came from the doorway: "Finished?" The girl was startled too. Hearing Old Wu's voice, she breathed a sigh of relief from under the blanket.
I put on my underwear and went to open the door. Old Wu pulled me out: "Take your clothes and go to my room!"
I looked confused: "Why?"
Old Wu said impatiently: "One hundred and fifty for two rounds, change the person for one round, what a bargain! Hurry up!"
Although I was a little reluctant, I went into the room, grabbed my clothes, and went to Old Wu's room.
The square-faced girl looked confused when she saw me: "Where's Brother Wu from before?"
I stammered: "He went over there, we... let's switch." I explained while gesturing with my hands.
I could tell the square-faced girl was a little unhappy, but she didn't object. After all, we were customers, and they were just providing services. I took off my underwear and got into bed. My eyes immediately fell on her breasts—they were small, flat, and sagging badly. My interest vanished instantly. Looking at her figure, I noticed her pelvis was particularly wide. To be honest, I had absolutely no interest in her anymore. She gave my penis a perfunctory rub, then hastily put on a condom, pulled her legs up to her chest, and urged me to hurry. With some effort, I inserted my half-erect penis. She didn't react or respond much. I didn't bother looking at her face; it felt like inserting a warm, fatty piece of meat. After a few mechanical thrusts, my penis went soft. After pulling it out, she removed the condom and asked what was wrong.
I said, "This condom is uncomfortable; it doesn't feel good."
She gently squeezed my testicles to help me regain my erection. Slowly, my penis hardened again. I put the condom back on, and she inserted herself. Dry and rough. After a few thrusts, I lost interest, and my penis went soft again.
The square-faced girl was a little unhappy: "We're having sex, what are you thinking about?"
I casually pulled off the condom and went into the bathroom to shower. After coming out, I told her, "I'm tired and can't get hard, you can go now!"
She went to the bathroom to wash up and left the room. After Lao Wu finished, I took a taxi back to school with him.
That was my first time soliciting a prostitute; the first half was very enjoyable, the second half was disgusting.
About a week after the prostitution incident, one morning when I got up to pee, I felt something was wrong with my penis. It felt itchy. So I lifted my foreskin and saw that there was a patch of broken skin on the edge of my glans. My head went blank. After finishing my exam, I rushed to the hospital. I explained the situation to the nurse on duty, who said expressionlessly, "Third floor, dermatology and venereology department!" "You're the one with STDs, your whole family has STDs!" I cursed inwardly.
I found the doctor on the third floor, briefly explained the situation, and the doctor pulled back my foreskin, looked at the damaged area, and said with certainty, "It's nothing serious. Your foreskin is a bit long, and there was urine residue causing itching. When you scratched it, it broke! Go home and wash it with clean water more often, and wear breathable clothes. If you want to solve this problem permanently, you still need to have your foreskin cut."
I breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up my pants, and walked out from behind the screen. Two women in miniskirts were facing me with their buttocks turned towards me.
The doctor was showing them the test results, saying as he looked, "You need to wash more often. I'll prescribe some potassium permanganate; just dissolve it in water and wash with it when you get home!"
Looking at the two beautiful women, dressed in flamboyant attire, if I wasn't mistaken, they must be prostitutes who had contracted a disease and had come seeking medical treatment. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel secretly relieved. And I reminded myself that I must never go to prostitutes again.
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(II)

A few days after returning home for vacation, the itching on my glans penis became more and more severe. At the hospital, the doctor said applying ointment was fine, but if I wanted a permanent solution, I could have my foreskin removed. After much deliberation, I decided to just forget about it.
I arrived at the hospital at the appointed time. The doctor reassured me, saying it was a minor surgery that would only take half an hour. A few quick strokes with the laser would be it, and it wouldn't affect my work or daily routine. As I listened, I kept wondering if I'd stumbled into some kind of military hospital… thankfully not. Reassured, I walked to the operating room and silently pulled down my pants.
Lying on the operating table, it would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted in, carrying the distinctive scent of a hospital. I turned my head and saw, damn, a female nurse. She wore a large mask over a nurse's cap, only her eyes showing.
"The doctor is preparing; I'm here to shave you," she said mechanically.
"Prepare? What's shaving?" I asked.
She didn't answer, her gloved hand picking up my penis, while her other hand took out a razor.
"Ah? Do I need to shave?" my voice trembled.
“Of course, otherwise how can we have the surgery? Lie still and don’t move.” She replied mechanically without even looking at me.
I had no choice but to shut my mouth and let her do as she pleased. The knife wasn't sharp at all, and there was no lubrication, so it hurt a bit when she scraped me, but I didn't dare to scream, so I just kept gasping for breath. The most embarrassing thing was that my penis was actually erect. She remained very calm when she saw it, probably used to this. After shaving it clean, she took a piece of non-woven fabric with a hole in the middle and covered my stomach, with my penis sticking out of the hole. After covering it, she looked at me. I felt that her eyes were a little familiar. She was also stunned. I thought to myself, what if I ran into someone I know! The scene was a bit funny. I tilted my head to look at her, and she tilted her head to look at me. After about half a minute, her eyes curved into a smile: "Haha, Zhou Yi! I didn't expect it to be you!"
My head went blank. I knew that voice all too well. It was the class beauty from our junior high school! I was lying naked in front of the class beauty, and she even shaved my penis!
"Song... Song Xiaomin? What are you doing here?" I stammered, even trying to hide my penis.
“I’m a senior doing my internship here! Haha, you go ahead with the surgery, we’ll talk later!” She turned and left. “Don’t be nervous, it won’t hurt!”
I lay on the bed, feeling embarrassed.
The doctor came in quickly and efficiently, injecting the anesthetic into the base of my penis with a single, sharp injection. Then he used tweezers to remove my foreskin, asking if it hurt… After three injections, I felt the sensation of losing my penis. Then I heard the buzzing of the laser scalpel, accompanied by the smell of barbecue.
After the surgery, the doctor gave me a disposable paper cup and told me to put my penis in it before putting on my underwear, saying it would be more comfortable that way. He told me to come back for a follow-up appointment in a week. Then he gave me a bunch of instructions. Song Xiaomin was writing something in a notebook beside me. The doctor prescribed antibiotics and asked if I wanted to get an injection of estrogen.
I asked, “What’s estrogen for?” Song Xiaomin looked up at me, suppressing a laugh.
The doctor said, "Your penis will become erect without warning within a few days, and the wound will be a little painful, and some wounds may even reopen. Injecting estrogen will effectively suppress your erections."
Upon hearing this, I thought, "Is this the legendary chemical castration?" I firmly shook my head, saying, "No, no." Song Xiaomin smiled again and looked up at me. I felt really embarrassed, so I quickly grabbed the medicine and staggered out the door.
Before I even reached the lobby, Song Xiaomin came out. She wasn't wearing a mask, and I looked at her closely. She still had those big, curved eyes and a straight nose; when she smiled, her upper lip curved upwards.
"This will hurt for two or three days, just bear with it. Remember to wrap yourself in plastic wrap when you shower to avoid getting it wet!" she carefully instructed me.
"Okay, I know, the doctor told me everything. I'll be careful. You haven't changed your phone number, have you?" I asked her as I slowly walked towards the door.
"My mom uses the home number; you can reach me there." Seeing that I was having some difficulty walking, she came over and gently supported my arm.
Although it wasn't very useful, it still felt nice to be helped by a beautiful nurse. She helped me hail a taxi, shoved me inside, and waved goodbye from outside the car door. I quickly pulled out my phone and called Zhao Peng, a friend from junior high school. He had pursued Song Xiaomin back then, and I had passed him many notes. After he answered, I asked him directly if he remembered Song Xiaomin.
"Song Xiaomin? Why are you asking about her? Our last get-together was in the summer of our sophomore year, right? I haven't seen her since."
"Oh, nothing. I ran into her at the hospital… at the hospital entrance. How come she's a nurse now?"
"She followed in her father's footsteps, her dad's a doctor. Your call is timely. Remember Liu Yuennan? She's getting married the Saturday after next. She just called me to say we should get together. She'll probably call you soon." "
Liu Yuennan? You mean the girl you always called Liu Jinbian? You even said the capital of Vietnam is Phnom Penh."
"Damn, you remember her? She's having her banquet at the Great Wall Hotel. Let's talk when we meet!"
I remember Liu Yuennan. She was a short girl. I remember once I accidentally saw her developing breasts through her short-sleeved school uniform. Like fuzzy peaches just beginning to ripen. I was too timid then, I only glanced at them and didn't dare look again. Luckily, I've always been a good kid. If I had succumbed to temptation and looked a few more times, maybe there would have been another pervert in the world.
During the days I recovered at home, my little brother indeed frequently experienced inexplicable erections. To distract myself, I chose books like The Count of Monte Cristo and The Da Vinci Code, fearing any descriptions of genitalia that might make me uncomfortable. However, it didn't work; after falling asleep, I frequently had all sorts of erotic dreams. I had never had erotic dreams before; it was probably the combined stimulation of the wound and stitches that caused me to dream so often. I searched through my phone but couldn't find Song Xiaomin's number, and I felt a little lost. Ever since I unexpectedly ran into her, I often recalled fragmented moments from our school days. Back then, she wasn't just the prettiest girl in our class; even in our entire grade, her looks were arguably among the best. She sat to my left, and almost every note I received passed through my hands. Because I was close to Zhao Peng, other people's notes were mercilessly destroyed by me. But she wasn't interested in Zhao Peng either. Once, she turned around and told me, "Stop passing them around, or you'll have to reply!" She then threw the note in front of me. At that time, her lips were slightly pouting, her brows were furrowed, and her face was slightly flushed. Even though it was junior high, and even though it was the innocent awakening of first love, the content of the notes was still quite subtle. Sometimes it was a small question, sometimes a few lines of poetry. When the conversation touched on questions like, "Can you tell me who you like?", then the two of them already had mutual feelings. However, teachers and parents were too strict about early relationships, and feelings that surfaced were unlikely to have a good outcome. But that was, after all, the purest and truest period.
When the day came for the stitches to be removed, I went to the hospital again, but I didn't see Song Xiaomin, and I didn't have the nerve to ask for her contact information. That feeling of loss deepened even further.
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