A Strange City Alone (My Growth Diary)

I arrived in this unfamiliar city alone on December 31, 2012, and it's been half a month. The shop is still so deserted, with a person sitting inside fumbling with their laptop. "
Hello, young man.
What can I buy?
Do you offer door-to-door service?" "What
's wrong? I'm the only one in the shop right now." "
The internet cable is broken under the table. I need to come and fix it. When is a convenient time for you?"
I glanced at the sky; it was already getting dark before 5:30. " 　　Okay
, please wait a moment." "Sure. 　　" I grabbed the necessary tools and was about to lock the door. " 　　Young man, are you staying here tonight?" 　　"Yes." " 　　My home is a bit far. Could you pull down the roller shutter as well?" 　　"Okay." 　　After locking the door, I followed her into her car. " 　　Young man, you look quite young." " 　　I just turned 21. I'm 22 now." " 　　Aren't you cold wearing so little? 　　" "It's fine in here, not cold." " 　　I don't know if you've had dinner yet? 　　" "Not yet." " 　　I haven't seen you before." " 　　I haven't been here long. I just graduated from school." 　　"You're really brave, aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy?" 　　"Sister doesn't seem like a bad guy, does she?" 　　"Do you have a girlfriend?" " 　　Not yet." 　　"Where are you from?" 　　"Hubei. 　　" "What a coincidence, I have a good friend from Hubei too. 　　" "Really? Which part of Hubei ? 　　" "I've been there, Shiyan, Hubei." 　　"Her place is a bit far from here. Where are we going?" " 　　To my home, of course. 　　" "Aren't there any computer stores near your house?" " 　　I didn't really notice, I just got off work, it's on my way. Are you a little scared?" 　　"No...no." 　　"You said you don't have one? What kind of music do you like to listen to to relax?" " 　　I...I'll just listen to whatever." 　　In the time it takes to listen to a "Nocturne," we arrived at her apartment complex. I followed her into the elevator, and she pressed the button for the 10th floor. It was just the two of us in the elevator. The outdoor temperature was indeed very low in winter, and I started to shiver a little. " 　　It's cold, isn't it? We'll be there soon." 　　The elevator doors opened again, and I followed her into her apartment. 　　She took off her high heels and put on a pair of fluffy slippers before entering the house. I stood on the doormat, unsure whether to change my shoes, since I hadn't seen any slippers or shoe covers. 　　Seeing that she hadn't come out of the room, I reluctantly took off my dirty shoes and smelly socks and walked in barefoot; the floor was unusually cold. 　　"Sorry, I was busy turning on the air conditioner and forgot to bring you the slippers." 　　Her room was covered with blankets, and there was a silhouette of a person in the blankets on the bed. She hurriedly left the room again, without telling me where the internet cable had gone down. 　　I stood quietly on the doormat, waiting for her. She brought me hot water in a very elegant coffee cup. She must have tested the temperature beforehand. I drank the hot water under her watchful gaze. 　　"Sister, this water tastes strange." " 　　Maybe it's because this cup has been used for coffee all the time. Don't just stand there, come here. This is my computer; it can't connect to the internet. Can you take a look?" 　　I walked step by step into her study. The room was already warm. I sat down in the chair in front of the computer desk. Her computer wasn't off. I pressed the Enter key, and the screen lit up. " 　　The password is ******. Can you check it for me? I'm hungry too. Let's eat together later." 　　After saying that, she left the study and the room. I entered the password and logged into the computer desktop. The Jay Chou wallpaper and the song "Nocturne" told me that she liked Jay Chou. 　　The small red cross in the lower right corner of the computer indicated that the network cable was not working. I unplugged the network cable from the back of the computer, took out the cable tracer, and plugged the network cable end into the device. Following the network cable, I found that it was under the blanket, running from the wall into the room. Something had indeed broken it in the study wall. After a lot of effort, I reconnected the RJ45 connector, but the test still showed that three of the most important network cables were broken in some places. So, I moved the cable tracer here and continued searching in the room. The network cable went through the bedside table, under the bed, and under the wardrobe. As I pulled back the blanket by the wardrobe, the human-shaped silhouette on the bed shifted. There really was someone on the bed. Could it be her boyfriend or husband? I checked the network cable, and sure enough, the part under the wardrobe was torn, with three wires broken. Reconnecting them was impossible; I'd have to find another way. 　　Just as I was thinking of a solution, the noise from the bed increased, and an unbelievable sound came from it. Was I overthinking it? It was clearly a woman on the bed. Was she having a wet dream? I then realized I was also getting an erection. " 　　Sister, please spare me, I need to pee!" 　　I quickly opened the door, put on the slippers she had left by the door, and went to the kitchen. 　　"Sister, someone's calling you from the room." 　　Never mind her, the internet's fixed. 　　She'd wet the bed if I didn't go soon. 　　"You peeked?" 　　"No, she said so herself." 　　"Don't worry about her, I need the computer urgently." 　　I found the reason, but... 　　But what? 　　One wall in the study was broken, and the other was broken from the wardrobe corner. The wall corner was pieced together, but it took over ten minutes to fix. The wardrobe corner could only be pieced together by moving the wardrobe itself. 　　Moving the wardrobe was probably impossible; it was installed directly when we bought it. Unless we disassembled the wardrobe, was there no other way? " 　　Let me think about it." " 　　It's cold outside. Go back to your room and think about it. Don't catch a cold." 　　As I turned to leave, I noticed a hint of unease in her smile. 　　I returned to the room. The woman on the bed had partially pulled back the covers, revealing her head, which was blindfolded and earmuffed, and her long, flowing blonde hair. She was biting her lower lip, breathing heavily. I touched my crotch, trying to control my lust. I had seen similar scenes in Japanese adult videos before, and now I was witnessing it myself. After all, I'm someone who considers the consequences of my actions. Even though she was blindfolded, if I lifted the covers, there would definitely be traces of them being pulled. Even if I could make sure there were no traces, the woman on the bed would definitely have felt something when they talked about it later.

She told me to dismantle the wardrobe, so I opened it. In the corner, it wasn't a wardrobe at all, but the bathroom door! That's when I realized how the cable had broken. What's infuriating is that, for aesthetic reasons, the cable was still tucked underneath. If the bathroom door hadn't been opened earlier, it would have looked like a wardrobe. I went into the bathroom and found no trace of the network cable, but a pile of clothes on the washing machine. My heart pounded as I rummaged through the clothes; she hadn't done laundry for four days.
Is there a solution?
This…where did this network cable come from?
I'm not quite sure either. The router is in the next room; you can go check it out.
Okay.
She appeared quietly, startling me. Thankfully, I didn't impulsively use her stockings to masturbate.
By the way, in this cold weather, why is she wearing stockings? What does she do for a living? I left the bathroom, and the woman on the bed became quiet. I took the cable tracer to the next room. There was clearly another girl living there; could it be the one on the bed?
The router is under the computer desk.
Hurry up, little guy, my food's almost ready.
"Okay, it'll be done soon.
The air conditioning isn't on here, so put this on."
She picked up a long black down jacket from the bed and handed it to me. Feeling guilty, I reluctantly put it on, and it was indeed very warm, though a little inconvenient to move around in.
While she was helping me put on the jacket, I suddenly thought of a solution. I replaced the RJ45 connectors at both ends of the network cable with unbroken ones and connected them to positions 1, 2, 3, and 6. I wrapped the wardrobe area with something so she could be careful later, and connected the short connector in the study normally. When I finished, she came out of the room saying it was done and she was ready to eat. I plugged in the network cable, restored the computer's network connection, and clicked on the browser. A website was already open—the connection server for her hidden camera. The webpage made my heart race. So she trusted me so much because there was a camera here. Her Wi-Fi wasn't broken, so she could have watched me on her phone. I quickly minimized the webpage and left the study; after all, my every move here would be recorded. "
Little helper, is it done?"
"Yes." "
Come on, sit here. I was in a rush, so I just made you a bowl of noodles."
"Sister, aren't you going to eat? I can't finish such a big bowl."
"I'll just have fruit salad for dinner, I'll eat slowly, no rush.
" "Oh.
That thing in my house was installed by your boss, you probably can too."
"Which one?"
"Eat the noodles first, they won't taste good when they're cold."
I didn't understand what she meant by that, but I knew she knew I'd gone through her dirty clothes and seen the webpages she hadn't closed on her computer.
It was a huge bowl of noodles, with two fried eggs at the bottom—I don't really like them. While I ate my egg and watched her eat the fruit salad, I put a pair of stockings hidden at the bottom of the bowl in my mouth before realizing it was stockings, not some unfamiliar object.
"Sister, this?
How does it taste? I just took off my stockings, I can't spit them out."
"Sister, I didn't mean to look through your clothes."
"It's okay, I'm usually quite busy, so I installed some cameras at home, and I haven't had time to wash my clothes. Could you wash them for me?" "
Sister, after you wash my clothes, can you let me go home?" "
Let's finish washing first."
"I'm going to wash the clothes now."
"Eat this stocking, don't waste it.
" "I can't do that." "
Then just keep it in your mouth. The air conditioning's on in the room, so you should wash your own clothes too. It'll be more convenient to wear the pajamas I left by the bathtub." "
If I wash my clothes, what will I wear when I get back?" "
If you keep talking nonsense… I understand."
With that strangely smelly stocking in my mouth, I calmly went into the bathroom, changed into the sexy pajamas she suggested, and washed clothes there. The video was recorded, and now I'm completely unable to clear my name; it's all my fault for being so impulsive.
Washing her clothes, I got more and more excited, especially when washing her underwear, panties, and stockings. I even had the urge to smell them. After all, it had already happened; what could I do?
After washing four days' worth of her dirty clothes, it was already nine o'clock at night. She was still working in the study, probably looking at stocks.
"Sister, where should I hang the clothes?" "Hey
, you came out without wearing any clothes?"
"You didn't tell me to."
"Put on my down jacket, hang it on the balcony of the next room, and after hanging the clothes, go to bed. I have some things to do ."
"Sister, I want to ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
Which bed should I sleep in?
You can sleep in whichever bed you want. Don't think I'm forcing you; it's all your own choice, understand?
I'm doing it all voluntarily.
Good. It must be uncomfortable being hard, right? You're so smart, I don't need to say more. Why
...why have I been hard for so long?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Did you put something in the water you gave me?
What nonsense are you talking about? You're standing in front of me like this, and I haven't even asked you yet!
She gave me a look, and I stopped arguing with her. I put on my long down jacket, carried a large basket of clothes, and went to the balcony next door. The cold wind blew, and apart from my face being cold, my body felt warm. I went back to her room, took off my down jacket, and crawled into bed. The woman in the bed really startled me; she was strapped to the bed.
I didn't remove her blindfold to see her face, but from what I could see, I knew she was a beautiful woman. I lay on top of her, my erection pressing against her lower abdomen.
Who are you? No, get away! Sister, don't do this! I was just joking! I really don't need a man! "You bastard, get away from me, I'll kill you!"
I terrified, quickly leaving her body. Her rapid breathing calmed down, and she finally threw off her earmuffs. I removed mine, tried them on, and found I couldn't hear anything outside. "
Good husband, good sister, come out quickly, I only love you."
Tears streamed down her cheeks. I remained silent, waiting for her response from the study. She cried and shouted for a long time, but received no reply. "
Since my sister wants to see me humiliated by this bastard, then come on, bastard. If this makes you feel better, then let him fuck me hard."
Since she said that, I didn't care anymore. I put the earmuffs back on her and tried to reach out and touch her soft breasts. They were huge; I couldn't even fully grasp them with one hand. She didn't resist, but when I touched her private parts, she clamped her legs together, refusing to let me touch them.
I had no choice but to give up, caressing her breasts and kissing her, licking her tightly closed lips with my tongue.
Ouch...it hurts...I was in so much pain that my saliva was dripping onto her face. She bit my tongue, that was really mean.
So useless, could she really be a virgin?
Standing at the study door, she, clearly having just shed tears, looked at me with a mocking expression. I could only lie obediently on the bed, closing my eyes and enduring the pain in my tongue, ignoring her.
She went to the bathroom to take a shower, then, wearing a sexy nightgown, straddled my head. Through the fabric of her dress, I could see her private parts—she wasn't wearing underwear but was wearing stockings, so I couldn't see them clearly. She put her foot to her friend's mouth, tickled her nose with her toes, touched her lips, and then used her foot to remove her earmuffs.
"Slut, you even want to bite me."
"I didn't."
She took a box from the bedside table, and from it, took out a vibrator and a small bottle of clear liquid. "
Hey, take this, I'll go get you a glass of water."
"Okay." I got up and took the vibrator, glancing at the other items in the box. "
My things, it's best not to touch them, it's a bad habit."
She took the bottle of clear liquid, put on a white mink coat, and left the room. She gave me the vibrator; she definitely wanted me to use it to stimulate her friend. I just turned on the vibrator, and even the lowest setting made my hand numb. This isn't an ordinary vibrator; the highest setting would be unbearable. I used the vibrator to touch her friend's lips. "
You bastard, didn't I tell you not to touch her things?
Is my sister her thing?
So what if I am her thing?
If you're a thing, then I won't be polite."
I slid the vibrator from her lips to her earlobe and licked that side of her earlobe with my tongue. "
You'll regret this.
Aren't you enjoying it?
Go to hell."
I slowly slid the vibrator from her earlobe to her neck, then to her large breasts. I didn't dare adjust it to the highest setting, afraid my hand couldn't handle it. While stimulating her with the vibrator, I crawled under the covers and licked and sucked her breasts. Even
though her legs were tightly clamped together, with the help of the vibrator, she still managed to open a crack. I pressed the vibrator against the edge of her vulva and suddenly turned the switch to the highest. Unexpectedly, the sudden, intense stimulation made her legs tremble, and her body shook. "
Are you crazy? You want to kill me?"
I didn't care about all that. How could I possibly kill someone? I'd seen Japanese AVs before; maybe she'd have an orgasm, even squirt.
I kneaded her breasts with one hand while enduring the numb, trembling of the vibrating egg with the other. Sure enough, with rapid breathing, she sprayed a large amount of fluid onto the bed. "
Little master, what are you doing?"
I just put this one you gave me outside her.
I could hear the buzzing from outside the door.
She wet the bed.
"Bedwetting, you deal with it. Washing it is fine, but ruining this blanket won't be cheap. It's silk, over ten thousand! This is my favorite set."
I knew he was telling the truth, and he was just scaring me. I sat there dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer her.
"Hurry up and untie her, what are you spacing out for?"
I quickly untied the leather bracelets and leg rings binding her friend. "Serves
you right, I told you you'd regret it. I held it in for so long, and you still made me come." "
Slut, did I tell you to take off your blindfold? Finish this glass of water and go take a shower."
"Sister, you're not angry with me anymore, right? I don't want to do 'that' with him."
"Drink up, the water's not too hot."
Her friend finished the water in one gulp, handed her the cup, and then got up and went to the bathroom. "
What are you standing there for? It's soaked in so much water, why don't you help me dry it?"
"Sister, please don't joke with me like that. I'll wash it very carefully." "
Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"
"I... I'll take the blanket to the dry cleaners, you pay for it, that way the loss will be less."
"But, I really don't have any money." "
Leave your ID card with me tomorrow."
"Okay."
She took a clean blanket from the closet and changed into it. We lay on the bed like that, spaced apart. "
Move closer, I'm not going to eat you, what are you afraid of? It's freshly changed and still cool."
I cautiously moved closer to her.
"Sister, I still don't understand what happened tonight?" "
You got a free ride and you're still acting innocent."
"I just felt it all came too suddenly. I'm not good-looking, and we've never crossed paths before."
"No? Think again." "
I really can't remember."
"Give me your phone." "
Here .
" "What's the password?
" ****.
She opened WeChat and found her in my friends list. I found her through a "shake" feature on my birthday, but we didn't chat much.
She took out her phone and found another WeChat account of mine, the one I'd registered on a whim to hook up. "
You tell me you're a virgin? Nobody believes that, but coincidentally, today is the perfect day for you to use your skills.
Sister, I've been hard for a long time, I want to... you know... is that okay?
Seven times in one night, anyone?" "
I'll do whatever you say.
" "It's your choice, and if it really is seven times, I might consider not making you pay for the blankets."
"Really?" "
Then put on the things on the four corners of the bed yourself.
That way I won't be able to move."
"What, scared?" "
I... I'm not scared."
I attached the leather wristbands and anklets to the four corners of the bed. She helped me with the last wristband; I couldn't do it with one hand. Next came the blindfold and earmuffs. I lost my sight and hearing, lying quietly on the silky bed, waiting for her to touch my body.
After a while, a pair of warm hands helped me put on the slightly tight condoms. There were two people touching my body. One sat on me, her warm and moist private parts enveloping me. I felt like a motionless inflatable doll, being tormented by them all night.

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