The Complete Book of One Hundred Women - 20

As he spoke, he pushed a full glass of beer to Xiao Leng's lips.
Xiao Leng reluctantly took the glass, frowned, and downed it in one gulp! I took the empty glass, refilled it, and placed it beside Xiao Leng: "Good, that's fair!"
"Hey, Xiao Leng, I'm nothing!" Di Ba Zi, holding a glass, leaned close to Xiao Leng: "You can drink with your Brother Zhang, why can't you drink with me? I'm a stepmother's son!"
"I, I, I really can't drink this much. If I get drunk, how am I going to get home!"
"Drunk? This lousy beer is like a bucket of cold water, how can you get drunk?" Di Ba Zi wouldn't give up. Under his repeated persuasion, Xiao Leng had no choice but to down another glass. Then Da Le did the same, drinking with Xiao Leng, then Xiao Wei, then Xiao Li... The five of us took turns drinking, and before long, we had Xiao Leng quite drunk. Di Ba Zi continued to pour her drinks, and she no longer refused, accepting all offers, one glass after another, until she collapsed onto the bed, fast asleep!
Di Ba Zi put down his glass, sat down next to Xiao Leng, and viciously began probing her vagina with his fingers. No matter how he probed, Xiao Leng remained motionless, like a dead woman: "Damn it, she's dead! This old cunt, who knows how many men have fucked her, she's practically a sitting duck!" Di Ba Zi said, adding more fingers, finally shoving all five at once, but Xiao Leng still didn't react. Good heavens, Di Ba Zi's entire right hand was completely inside Xiao Leng's vagina. Di Ba Zi looked at us triumphantly, his right hand inside her vagina constantly stirring! Da Le
went over and made Di Ba Zi pull his hand out, then slowly inserted the empty beer bottle into Xiao Leng's vagina. Di Ba Zi then grabbed a thick cucumber and shoved it into Xiao Leng's vagina, thrusting it in and out haphazardly. I picked up the half-eaten fried peanuts and said to Di Ba Zi, "Come on, put these peanuts in and see how much capacity her little cunt can hold!" Di Ba Zi leered as he took the peanuts and, together with Da Le, began to stuff them into Xiao Leng's cunt with relish.
"Stop it, you guys! Are you all done? I haven't even unloaded yet!" Xiao Wei dragged the completely drunk Xiao Leng back to the bedside, took out the peanuts from her cunt one by one, poured in a glass of baijiu, found a handkerchief, and stuffed it into Xiao Leng's cunt: "Damn, what kind of crap are you stuffing in like that? I'm disinfecting her!" Due to the stimulation of alcohol, the drunken Xiao Leng twitched a few times, but quickly returned to calm.
Xiao Wei fucked for another half hour before finally finishing. He smeared the semen into Xiao Leng's mouth: "Xiao Leng, Xiao Leng, wake up, wake up, drink some water!" Xiao Wei shook Xiao Leng, hoping the drunken Xiao Leng would swallow his semen. Xiao Leng indeed licked his dry lips. Xiao Wei took a teacup and poured it into Xiao Leng's mouth. Xiao Leng drank Xiao Wei's semen with the tea. Xiao Wei watched, chuckling coldly. "Hey
buddy, ever done this before?" I pointed to Xiao Leng's anus and asked Da Le and Di Ba Zi.
"No!" They both shook their heads in unison: "Is it fun?"
Looking down at the white, fleshy mound, the obedient, beautiful buttocks.
Hands pressed on the buttocks, leisurely exploring the back door.
"Whether it's fun or not, experience it for yourself!" With that, I picked up a bottle of face cream from my wife's dressing table, turned the drunken Xiao Leng over, spread her legs wide, and gestured for Da Le to pull her legs to the ground so her anus would protrude. The rest, I'd do. I opened the face cream bottle, scooped out a bit of the white cream, and applied it to Xiao Leng's anus. Then, I slowly and tentatively inserted my finger into her anus. Once I felt her anus was loose enough to fully accommodate my penis, I began to penetrate. My thick penis slowly slid into Xiao Leng's narrow anus, feeling tighter the further in, the more I thrust. With each thrust, Xiao Leng's anus gradually became lubricated, making it easier to move in and out, and I gradually increased the frequency of my thrusts.
"Not bad, Lao Zhang, not bad at all! I didn't know you knew this trick!" Xiao Wei muttered jealously as he watched me fuck Xiao Leng's anus.
"It's really fun, you should try it!" I said, pulling out my penis and gesturing for Xiaowei to go up.
Xiaowei imitated me, anally penetrating Xiaoleng: "Hey, you know what, it's really good, tighter than a virgin's, like something's gripping it, good, good, really good!"
"Okay, good, let's try a few strokes too!" Xiaoli pushed Xiaowei aside and thrust a few times.
So, the five of us started thrusting into Xiaoleng's anus again. Since we had all ejaculated more than twice, no matter how much we did, we had no desire to ejaculate anymore.
As a result, Xiaoleng was in a bad way; her anus was torn open, and the area around her anus slowly became red and swollen.
At midnight, all five of us were exhausted.
"Stop it, monkeys fucking ass, when will this end! I think we should stop here?" Seeing that it was getting late, Diba Zi advised everyone to call it a day.
"What about her?" I pointed to the unconscious Xiaoleng.
"I'll take her home!" Di Ba Zi said, and began to dress Xiao Leng. Xiao Li, Xiao Wei, and Da Le each took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it to Di Ba Zi. I saw this and quickly found my pants, took out a bill, and handed it to Di Ba Zi. Di Ba Zi folded the bill, stuffed it into Xiao Leng's bra, and then picked her up: "Come on, you guys stand in front and keep watch, I'll carry her downstairs."
She was plain-looking, thin and weak, but her oral skills were extraordinary, unforgettable, making one want to come back again after the first time. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.
4-10 06:22am
zhxma Original Author
Points 272 Posts 179 Registered 2002-10-5 Fourth Episode: Xiao Leng's Oral Skills Are Still Memorable.
The spectacular scene of five against one during the dead of winter left a deep impression on me. Xiao Leng's private parts, which had endured countless men's frenzied ravaging yet remained pure and tender, are forever etched in my mind. I often dream of having unrestrained intercourse with Xiao Leng, and every time I wake up, my penis is always throbbing with pain. So, I pull my wife next to me and vent my frustration: "What's wrong with you these days? Did you take your medicine? Why are you playing around every day!" My wife, unaware of the reason, mutters in confusion. I imagine my wife as the prostitute Xiao Leng and frantically thrust into her, but she refuses to give me oral sex; let alone swallow my semen; she won't even let me touch her cute little anus… This greatly disappoints me!
"Di Ba Zi!" My lust intensified, especially at the thought of Xiao Leng. My penis was hard and hot, about to burst. My well-behaved wife simply couldn't satisfy my lewd and bizarre desires, so I dialed Di Ba Zi's number again: "Can you still find that Xiao Leng?"
"Haha, Lao Zhang, you miss her?" Di Ba Zi's enthusiasm was even higher than mine when Xiao Leng was mentioned: "Yes, buddy, as long as you want to fuck her, Xiao Leng is available anytime!"
Di Ba Zi was true to his word and quickly contacted Xiao Leng for me. I saw her walking towards me with a smile on her face. In the dim and lifeless winter sunlight, Xiao Leng was still dressed the same; still wearing the same scarf; still with the same hairstyle; still so pale; still so ordinary and lacking in sex appeal... but I was extremely excited. When I heard Xiao Leng gently call me "Brother Zhang," my lustful eyes stared straight at her, and my penis suddenly sprang to life. I wished I could grab Xiao Leng right there on the street, in the surging crowd, pull out my penis, and thrust into her hard!
"Get in the car," Di Ba Zi hailed a taxi. Xiao Leng, supporting my arm, pulled me into the car. As soon as it started moving, Xiao Leng's slender hand was already on my crotch, silently rubbing it. I cupped Xiao Leng's face in my hands, opened my mouth wide, and began to gnaw and suck with ravenous hunger. I gnawed and sucked, no longer caring that her lips had licked countless penises and that her mouth had swallowed immeasurable amounts of semen. I gnawed and sucked, and from Xiao Leng's pearly lips and throat, I not only didn't smell any strange odor, but I also tasted a lingering, mellow fragrance!
Xiao Leng refused to take me home, and following Di Ba Zi's directions, the taxi stopped in front of a bathhouse. I led Xiao Leng into a private room, brushed off her fragrant bathrobe, and embraced her fair and tender body, continuing my nibbling and sucking in the taxi. Xiao Leng grasped my penis and licked it vigorously. Di Ba Zi was still very interested in Xiao Leng's vagina, despite his impotence: "Old Zhang, look, what a white little pussy!" Di Ba Zi's rough fingers dug and pried at Xiao Leng's tender white vagina. Because of his impotence, his penis could not be released normally, and Di Ba Zi seemed to feel more relieved the harder he dug. I couldn't bear to look any longer, so I grabbed Xiao Leng's buttocks, parted her slightly smelly vulva, and examined her closely. Di Ba Zi also leaned in, squinting through his nearsighted glasses, and asked Xiao Leng, "Xiao Leng, how many men have fucked your little cunt these days?"
"I don't know," Xiao Leng replied impatiently. Di Ba Zi suddenly poked her, "Anyway, you can't let it sit idle, hehe, but you're right, what's the point of it being idle? It has to pee!"
"Move aside," I pulled Di Ba Zi's fingers out of Xiao Leng's vulva, and continued to examine her, my hands parting the flesh: This little wench isn't very pretty, nothing attractive about her, but she has a wonderful little cunt between her legs, so clean despite all the hardships she's endured. Sigh, if she weren't a prostitute, I would definitely pursue her as my lover, treasure her, and possess her tender little cunt forever! Lost in thought, my mouth unconsciously moved towards Xiao Leng's tender vulva, my tongue lolling out as I was about to lick it. Suddenly, Xiao Leng moved her buttocks away: "Brother Zhang, it's dirty!"
"No, I don't care," I said, pressing down on Xiao Leng's buttocks, ready to taste what a whore's cunt tasted like. Xiao Leng continued murmuring, "Brother Zhang, when I came, I put vaginal powder inside..."
Too late, too late. Xiao Leng had barely uttered the words "vaginal powder" when my tongue was already pressed against her tender vulva, and I began to lick it earnestly: "Ugh, cough cough," an indescribable bitter taste made me grimace: "So bitter, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."
"Hahaha," seeing my disheveled state, Di Ba Zi laughed mockingly, "Hahaha..."
After several trips to the bathhouse, Xiao Leng felt sorry for me spending money, saying it was to save me money. She invited me to her house, implying that it was better to give the money to her than to waste it at the bathhouse; she could serve me more attentively. Since it was all money anyway, what difference did it make who paid? So, Di Ba Zi and I gladly accepted the invitation and excitedly went to the address Xiao Leng had given us. When I got out of the taxi, the scene before me stunned me.
Flies and mosquitoes swarmed the streets, and sewage flowed in a foul stench.
Old men leaned against walls, dirty children played with broken balls.
Women played mahjong, and idle men were mute.
The pitiful creatures were like ants.
And Xiao Leng's so-called "home" was nothing more than a small, dark, shabby, and extremely shabby shack built next to a dilapidated building. Xiao Leng seemed to read my mind: "Brother Zhang, is it because this place is dirty? I can't afford a nice place! Come in, I'll cook you some dishes and have a drink with you!"
Unable to refuse her hospitality, I reluctantly squeezed into the low-ceilinged shack. Inside, there was already a strange man and a dirty little boy. Seeing us enter, the man picked up the boy and politely slipped out. Di Ba Zi whispered in my ear, "He's Xiao Leng's husband. He has to leave when we have guests, haha, Lao Zhang, you've slept with someone's wife!"
The cold, uneven cement floor was damp. A single small window let in a sliver of dim, cold light. The so-called bed was hastily pieced together from a few planks of wood, the bedding dirty and damp, emitting a foul, musty smell. A row of folding tables stood against the north wall, which puzzled me greatly: what did she need so many tables for? To use as beds when there were many clients? There were plenty of tables, but not a single chair in sight. Xiao Leng, understanding the situation, grabbed a three-legged chair. She said awkwardly, "Brother Zhang, please sit down, please sit down!"
Who would dare sit on a broken three-legged chair? Xiao Leng seemed to realize something, stroking the messy bed: "Come on, Brother Zhang, sit on the bed." Then, blushing, she asked us, "Brother Zhang hasn't eaten yet, has he? Wait a moment, I'll cook for you!"
In the corner of the shed sat a rusty liquefied gas cylinder, looking like a chemical bomb dropped by the Japanese. On the bare cutting board lay a chipped knife and several worn-out bowls and plates. I looked around but saw no vegetables or food: My goodness, what are you going to cook for us?
"Di Ba Zi, go out and buy some vegetables!" I took out fifty yuan and handed it to Di Ba Zi, who then slipped out of the shed.
"Brother Zhang, I'm so sorry, I came to visit but made you pay for the groceries!" Xiao Leng sat down next to me and took my hand.
"Miss, you're not from around here, are you?"
"Brother Zhang, to be honest, I'm from the countryside. I came here to earn a living!"
"Were those your husband and child just now?"
"Yes," Xiao Leng said nonchalantly, "What good is a husband? He's just a good-for-nothing! If a man can't support his wife and child, he has no choice but to be like this!"
"Isn't farming enough to make a living?" I asked casually. Actually, having lived in the countryside, I understand farmers quite well. To be honest, farming alone is simply not enough to survive. But I still asked against my conscience, knowing full well the answer. Xiao Leng sighed, "Brother Zhang, you city people don't understand us farmers. Farming is simply not enough to live on. My husband is a good-for-nothing. He can't do anything but farm. He can't even tell east from west when he's in the city. Every time he goes out, no matter how much money he has, he's guaranteed to get robbed. What else can he do? There's no other way. I'm just a woman with no skills. How can I earn money? This is all I can do, sigh!"
After saying that, Xiao Leng looked at me helplessly. I looked at her silently too. What could I say? What could I say? This is indeed the reality of society, a cruel reality, an inescapable reality! Seeing that I didn't speak, Xiao Leng nestled into my arms, her thin lips pressing against my bearded mouth. We began to kiss passionately. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it tightly, incessantly, a warm current spreading throughout my body. Xiao Leng's hand had somehow slipped inside my underwear, grasping my penis and gently stroking it. I pushed Xiao Leng away, stood up, and asked her to give me oral sex. Xiao Leng understood, bending down to gently suck on my penis.
“Xiao Leng,” I said, straightening my body as my penis happily slid in and out of Xiao Leng’s mouth, “I love it when you give me a blowjob!”
“Hehe,” Xiao Leng held my penis and laughed shyly, “Really, Brother Zhang? Do you have to come to me for a blowjob? What woman can’t do it?”
“No,” I said sincerely, “To be honest, I’ve been with many women, but not many are like you. It feels so good, so amazing! Some women are all pretentious and coy, and some women think it’s dirty and refuse to do it no matter what!”
“Ah, so that’s how it is!” Xiao Leng paused for a moment, “Brother Zhang, this is what I’m thinking. Men are all lustful. Since we’re out having fun and have already spent money, I have to try my best to satisfy them. Who would want to play with you if you don’t do something special?” After saying that, Xiao Leng lifted my shirt and started sucking on my nipples.
"Ah, ah, that's great, that feels so good, you're so good!" Xiao Leng's words sent shivers down my spine, and I involuntarily twitched. Xiao Leng didn't say anything, but sped up, one hand constantly rubbing my penis. Soon I couldn't control myself anymore, and my semen gushed out, splashing onto the dirty wall with a splat. Xiao Leng quickly squatted down, sucking the remaining semen from my penis little by little into her mouth, then licking it clean. Although I had ejaculated, my penis still lingered in Xiao Leng's mouth, the pleasure of ejaculation still vivid in my mind. Xiao Leng was very obedient, continuing to gently lick my gradually limp penis.
"Bang—bang—bang, hey, open the door!" Di Ba Zi came back from grocery shopping.
Xiao Leng stood up and opened the door for Di Ba Zi. Di Ba Zi, carrying the groceries he had bought, lowered his head and squeezed into the small shed. Seeing me busy fastening my belt, he sarcastically said, "Damn, things are really urgent, are you done yet?"
"I'm free, let Xiao Leng give me a little shovel first!" I said casually.
"Old Zhang just wants people to fuck his dick!" Di Ba Zi stared with his nearsighted eyes, looking around for a table. I reached over and pulled one out from the row of folding tables. As I set them up, I asked Xiao Leng, "Miss, what are you going to do with all these tables?"
"Brother Zhang," Xiao Leng replied while arranging the dishes, "To be honest, I really don't want to do this. I've been out here for half a year, and I've saved up some money. I bought some old tables and plan to set up a food stall on the street, selling fried dough sticks and soy milk! Brother Zhang, I want to live a normal life, I want to earn clean money!"
"Heh, you've got big ambitions!" Di Ba Zi scoffed. "Now that you have money, you want to do big business!"
"Don't laugh at me, this kind of business isn't the right way, Brother Zhang," Xiao Leng turned to me and said sincerely, "If I get some chairs and stuff, my food stall can open for business. You'll have to support me then!"
"No problem," the three of us gathered around the folding table, chatting and laughing as we drank.
“Brother Zhang, I’ll only have one drink today, otherwise I’ll embarrass myself again!” Xiao Leng recalled his drunken state that day.
“We’re all family, what’s there to embarrass yourself about?”
“No way, it’s too shameful!” Xiao Leng continued, “Di Ba Zi, I’m asking you, what did you do after I got drunk that day?”
Di Ba Zi answered in a rogue’s tone, “I didn’t do anything!”
“Come on, you really messed me up. When I woke up the next day, this part hurt so much I couldn’t move, and this!” Xiao Leng pointed to his buttocks, “It’s burning hot here! What did you put in there?”
“Nothing, nothing at all, you can ask Lao Zhang if you don’t believe me!” Di Ba Zi denied it to the death.
“Don’t swear or make vows, this isn’t the first or second time! You want to ruin me!”
Di Ba Zi chuckled and stopped talking. It seemed that Di Ba Zi had introduced many clients to Xiao Leng, and Xiao Leng must have given him a kickback, otherwise, why would Di Ba Zi, who wouldn’t get up early for nothing, work so hard?
After a satisfying meal, what to do next? The three of us, of course, knew the unspoken rules and undressed. After this encounter, I developed a special fondness for Xiao Leng, especially when I saw her body. I was incredibly excited. I pulled the naked Xiao Leng over, pinned her down, and spread her legs, admiring her smooth, white vulva once more. Di Ba Zi also joined in, inserting his fingers into Xiao Leng's vagina, gritting his teeth and viciously thrusting, making Xiao Leng moan. I wanted to stop Di Ba Zi: "Don't be so rude, even though she's a prostitute!" But then I thought, while I could stop Di Ba Zi, Xiao Leng was a prostitute; her cunt was her tool for making money, it was for business. Even if Di Ba Zi didn't touch her, many other men would. Could I stop him? Unless I wanted to possess her, but who would want to support a lowly prostitute?
Thinking this, I also inserted my fingers into Xiao Leng's vagina: since I couldn't completely possess her, I might as well join in—torture her! So, I imitated Di Ba Zi's actions, and together with him, two fingers simultaneously thrust into Xiao Leng's tender vagina, tormenting her with a mixture of heartache and unbearable frustration.
"Ouch, Brother Zhang, it's so swollen!" Xiao
Leng couldn't take it anymore; her tender vagina was stretched to its limit, making a squelching sound. She moaned and desperately tried to pull our hands out with her withered, thin arms, attempting to drag our fingers out of her vagina. Di Ba Zi, however, wouldn't allow it, instead stirring even more savagely. I withdrew my fingers, unable to bear tormenting such a weak woman any longer!
"Ouch, ouch... ah, Di Ba Zi, I can't take it anymore!" Di Ba Zi continued to dig hard, and seeing Xiao Leng's pained face, he became even more excited, his fingers digging and thrusting faster and faster. I held my penis to Xiao Leng's mouth, and she took it and put it in her mouth. Di Ba Zi continued to probe and dig into Xiao Leng's tender vagina, and Xiao Leng groaned in pain while giving me oral sex.
"Have some decency, don't ruin her life!" I finally made up my mind to stop Di Ba Zi. So, I pushed Di Ba Zi away, lay back on the bed, and made Xiao Leng straddle me. Di Ba Zi reluctantly stood up, holding his limp penis, and made Xiao Leng give him oral sex. I shoved my penis, now thick and large from Xiao Leng's penetration, into her wet vagina. Xiao Leng began to twist and turn her body, while I frantically thrust upwards into her vagina, once, twice, three times, silently counting in my mind, wondering how many times I could fuck her. What happened next was even more unexpected. After twisting up and down a dozen times, Xiao Leng would bend down and suck on my penis, which was covered in secretions, for a while. Then she would put my clean penis back into her vagina and continue thrusting, repeating this over and over. Ah, she really knows her stuff, she's got a real knack for it. I'd only ever seen this kind of scene in some Western porn movies, and today I was lucky enough to witness it firsthand.
511, 512, 513... I continued to count silently.
"Brother Zhang, I'm exhausted, my legs are sore, let's change positions, you can come on top!"
"Okay!" I flipped over and pinned Xiao Leng down, starting to thrust extremely violently. I decided to fuck her another 500 times, then have her give me oral sex and ejaculate into her mouth.
Everything was going according to plan. When I gradually felt the urge to ejaculate, I immediately pulled my penis out and had Xiao Leng give me oral sex, while I spread open Xiao Leng's vagina and started churning it with her vagina.
Although Xiao Leng was exhausted, she still meticulously performed oral sex on me, which moved me deeply: what a professional prostitute! I'll definitely fuck you again. Thinking this, my semen suddenly gushed out, getting all over Xiao Leng's mouth and face.
"Ah, Brother Zhang, you're amazing!" Xiao Leng sighed, "You almost fucked me to death, but I really enjoy playing with you, you're energetic!"
Afterwards, Xiao Leng saw us out, and when Di Ba Zi wasn't looking, she whispered in my ear, "Brother Zhang, if you want to play with me again, you'd better come alone. I'll take good care of you!" She then gave me a mysterious smile. I nodded silently.
I understood what she meant. With Di Ba Zi around, not only would I have to split the prostitution fee with him proportionally, but I'd also be subjected to his free teasing.
Aside from the pimp Di Ba Zi, interacting with a prostitute alone—in our area, this is called "separated from the stove and onto the bed," not very respectable. I wonder how Di Ba Zi would feel if he knew? To be continued in the next chapter.
Chapter Five: A small business with many taxes and fees,
how easy is it to leave the profession? Selling one's ass to make dough, setting up a small stall by the roadside.
Brothers and sisters diligently call out, but who knows how difficult survival is?
The streets are full of police officers, endless business and tax bureaus.
Getting up early to work for nothing, prostitution is still the most lucrative.
In search of a new way to survive, to escape being manipulated by men and forced to pay exorbitant fees, Xiao Leng, after much preparation and having spent almost all her savings from prostitution, told me that her big business—her so-called food stall—had finally "opened for business"! So, Di Ba Zi and I happily went to support her, spending money. Xiao Leng brought us several plates of what she claimed were authentic Korean-style stir-fried dishes. We pulled over a folding table and started eating and drinking right there on the sidewalk, oblivious to everyone else.
"Hey, buddy," Di Ba Zi, holding a glass, invited Xiao Leng's husband—a complete scoundrel; a man who lived off women; a gigolo—"Come on, let's have a drink!"
His wife, rejected by the spineless men who were readily available, went back to her little business. Di Ba Zi gave his retreating back a disdainful sneer, even though he himself wasn't much better off, a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Di Ba Zi's wife sleeps with whichever man has money: "Pah, what's the point of living in this cesspool!"
Xiao Leng, wearing an apron, is cooking while enthusiastically greeting passersby. Di Ba Zi and I watch, secretly mocking: "Not bad, she's quite the convincing one! People who don't know her would really think she's a genuine Korean girl!"
"Hehe, making small money during the day, big money at night!"
"Hey, this is a key street for urban management, who gave you permission to set up a stall here!" Xiao Leng is busy when a car screeches to a halt in front of the stove, and a group of people rush out. Looking at their fierce appearance, if they weren't wearing urban management uniforms, I would have thought they were bandits who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere! As they spoke, uniformed thugs, government-sponsored by the authorities, surrounded them, grabbing tables and chairs from the sidewalk and throwing them onto the car. Xiao Leng cried out in alarm, dropping what she was doing and hurriedly trying to stop them: "Brother, brother, I'll pack up, I'll pack up right now!"
"Heh heh," Di Ba Zi winked at me with his nearsighted eyes: "The city management officers are here!"
"Brother," Xiao Leng frantically grabbed the city management officer's arm, pleading desperately for mercy, begging him not to confiscate the things she had painstakingly saved up, the things she had earned by selling her body. The city management officer ignored her and continued throwing things onto the car. In despair, Xiao Leng burst into tears, squatted on the ground, lifted her apron, and covered her face, sobbing.
“Bandits,” I squeezed out the two words, glancing at Di Ba Zi, “Di Ba Zi, what are you looking at? Go!”
“Yes, go!” Di Ba Zi and I jumped up almost simultaneously, rushing towards the city management officers: “Damn it, are you even men? Bullying a helpless woman!”
“Friend,” a city management officer younger than me blocked my way, explaining, “We are performing our duties, it has nothing to do with you, please don’t mess around…”
“What do you want, to fight?” A bald middle-aged man coldly stared at me: “Friend, do you know what the consequences are for obstructing official duties?”
“Public security punishment!” Judging from the bald man’s tone and demeanor, he should be a small leader. I said each word clearly, pushing aside the younger city management officer, and, fueled by a bit of alcohol, rubbing my fists together, I charged at the bald man: “My hands have been itching these past few days, I just want to beat someone up and have some fun! After I’ve hurt you, I’ll go to jail.” "
Hehe," the bald man grinned, "Alright, you've got guts, you're brave enough to take responsibility,
you're a real man. Want to fight? Bring it on!" I grabbed a chair, ready to smash it at the bald man, when several city management officers quickly stopped me, "Friend, don't mess around, put down the chair, someone'll get killed!" "Damn it, do you guys have any humanity?!" I cursed angrily, "A woman, running a small stall, trying to make a living, is it easy for her? She only sets up for a short while in the morning, and then she leaves automatically after work. You're all grown men, picking on a woman, don't you have any shame?!"
"I'm Lao Ba, you know?" Whether it's fighting or brawling, Di Ba Zi has a habit: before making a move, he always introduces himself and then asks the other party questions. Here he is, grabbing a tall, thin man by the collar: "Who are you? What, the South Street city management officers? Do you know Wei Fu?" "
If the other party claims not to know the so-called 'Wei Fu,' Di Ba Zi will tirelessly come up with 'Li Fu,' 'Wang Fu,' until he finds a 'Fu' that the other party recognizes. As a result, in many cases, a conflict is resolved without any physical altercation. Today was no different. I was exchanging insults with the bald man across several young city management officers when Di Ba Zi found a 'Fu' that the other party recognized. Then, he shouted at me, 'Old Zhang, stop fighting! We're all friends. Come on, it's my treat, let's go have some more drinks! Xiao Leng,' Di Ba Zi tugged at Xiao Leng's apron. Xiao Leng stood up, silent. I glared at Di Ba Zi: 'Why should I treat them to a meal? It's such a big deal, is it worth it?'
'Oh,' Di Ba Zi said dismissively, 'Never mind!'" "
So, Di Ba Zi, Xiao Leng, and I jumped into the city management vehicle. Following the bald man's directions, we arrived at a restaurant. Hearing that Di Ba Zi was treating, the city management officers ordered a private room. The bald man, holding the menu, rattled off a list of dishes, making Xiao Leng stick out her tongue: 'Oh no! After a whole morning of work, can I even afford this meal?' Di Ba Zi, completely seeing through Xiao Leng's thoughts, quietly pulled out some bills: 'Little sister, don't worry, I already said I'd pay!'
'Damn, drink!' Everyone raised their glasses, exchanging awkward pleasantries, then tilted their heads back. Who cares about Wei Fu, Li Fu, or Wang Fu? Who cares if we know them or not? As long as we have alcohol, that
's all that matters. 'You're pretty tough! Daring to hit a government official!' Putting down his glass, the bald man was still seething. He glanced at Xiao Leng, then at me, and asked directly, 'Who were you fighting for? Your relative? Your sister?'" "
His sister, his sister," Di Bazi interrupted before I could answer, "Dude, this is his sister's stall, why don't you patronize it?"
"How can we patronize it?" the city management officers said awkwardly, "That's a key street, a strictly managed street, we can't patronize it!"
"Hmm, hmm," after a few glasses of baijiu, the bald man became excited. He pointed to his shiny bald head and said to me defiantly, "Dude, in our line of work, are we afraid of getting beaten up? If you're afraid of getting beaten up, don't do this job. Look," he
said, rolling up his sleeve and pointing to a scar, "This is from last year. I was in pain, and the person who beat me didn't save any money either, 30,000 yuan. How about that, 30,000 yuan for a scar, not bad, right? Humph," the bald man became even more excited, and simply stood up, rolled up his trouser leg in a bewildering manner, pointed to a long, thick scar, and said to me provocatively, "Dude, do you know how much money this scar cost to beat someone up?" " Damn it
," I thought to myself, looking at the bald man's bruises. "The guy who hit you didn't go easy on you. Why didn't he kill you or cripple you?
" "No, no, calm down," Di Ba Zi quickly tried to calm me down. "Forget it, forget it, calm down, let's drink! Everyone, let's drink!"
"Buddy, can you tell me the truth? What do you do?" The bald man stared at me expectantly. I still refused to tell him the truth. Di Ba Zi glanced at the bald man and subtly hinted that I was someone important. The bald man was indeed fooled by Di Ba Zi; his anger subsided considerably, and his words became more amiable. I chuckled inwardly: This Di Ba Zi is a seasoned veteran; he can lie without batting an eye!
"Do you know Brother Wang from the district government?" "I imitated Di Ba Zi, and Baldy's anger completely dissipated upon hearing this: 'Dude, you mean Wang XX? We're buddies! Dude, this is like a flood washing away the Dragon King's temple! We're family, don't we recognize each other?'
The atmosphere at the table immediately became harmonious. Baldy stood up and raised his glass, and I formally apologized to him. We drank a toast together for my apology. Baldy was overjoyed, and so, just moments before, we were at odds, and in the blink of an eye, we were brothers.
Seeing that it was getting late, Xiao Lengyan said she was going to the bathroom. I knew what she was going to do—pay the bill! I also stood up and decided to go with her to pay the bill. Baldy was obviously drunk, and with a wave of his hand, he said: 'Wait, call the manager over here!'"
The manager, a pretty woman in a miniskirt, nervously entered the private room. The bald man, swaying slightly, pulled her aside, whispered something in her ear, and, glancing at the table laden with cups and plates, looked troubled. "Brother, this... I can't make the decision!"
"Damn it, stop pretending," the bald man shoved her aside. "Go, call your boss over here!"
The boss's wife, named Sasha, a rather attractive Hui woman, arrived with a beaming smile. She generously squeezed into a chair with the bald man, putting her arm around his neck and waist, and even sharing a drink with him. The bald man, still with his arm around Sasha, pointed out the window and said, "Sasha, you're being too stingy. I only ate one meal from you, and you're acting like this? Your 'Dragon Gate' signboard is practically in the middle of the road, and I haven't said a single bad word about it..."
"Brother," the Hui woman nestled in the bald man's arms, clinking glasses with him repeatedly, her voice trembling with apprehension, "Brother, please forgive me, the manager didn't recognize you. It's alright, it's alright! A simple meal is nothing, consider it my treat! Come on, brother, I apologize, let's have another drink!"
Damn it, since you have such authority, I won't waste this pointless money. Seeing the bald man embracing Sasha, shamelessly flirting with her, and even pretending to drink a toast, I pretended to be drunk, said goodbye to the bald man, and with Sasha in my arms, he had no interest in me anymore. So, I hugged Xiao Leng, and drunkenly left the Hui restaurant. Xiao Leng led me back into her makeshift shed. Her husband was tidying up the tables, chairs, and dishes, while a little boy played on the bed. Seeing Xiao Leng and I enter so intimately, the man seemed extremely uncomfortable. Xiao Leng said to her husband, "Thanks to Brother Zhang today, otherwise, all this stuff would have been confiscated. We don't know anyone here, who would we ask for it from? Brother Zhang drank a little too much because of me, go buy him some snow fungus to help him sober up!"
Xiao Leng's husband, holding the little boy's hand, tactfully left the shed, sending her husband and child away. Xiao Leng pushed me onto the bed. Looking at the tables and chairs scattered around, I sighed, "Xiao Leng, this isn't a long-term solution. Setting up a stall on the street is indeed illegal. The authorities are just doing their job. If everyone's allowed to set up stalls haphazardly, what's the street or the market? Wouldn't that create chaos?"
“But, Brother Zhang,” Xiao Leng pointed to the things inside and outside the house, “I’ve already spent several thousand yuan on these things. If I quit now, what am I going to do? I’ll lose everything!”
“Anyway, this isn’t a good business. The money is hard to earn, it’s too hard, and it’s not even legal…”
“Then,” Xiao Leng slid one hand down to my lower body, tightly gripping my penis through my pants, “Brother Zhang, this is a good business, isn’t it?”
"Hehe," I chuckled, casually slipping my hand into Xiao Leng's crotch, caressing her smooth, always alluring private parts. Xiao Leng obediently spread her legs, her delicate hands rubbing my chest: "Brother Zhang, I thought you were a peaceful person, but I didn't expect you to be so fierce when you get angry! You don't care about anything anymore, Brother Zhang, you're a real man! Ouch, that hurts!" As Xiao Leng was flattering me, a wave of intoxication suddenly washed over me. I felt weak all over, and my fingers, which had been digging into her anus, slid down sharply, landing perfectly on Xiao Leng's anus. Xiao Leng cried out in surprise, her body trembling: "Brother Zhang, no, don't dig any further! It hurts! I can't take it!"
"Hehe, so tight!" Fueled by alcohol, I pinned Xiao Leng down and began probing her anus without warning. The frail Xiao Leng lacked the strength to resist, so she said with a knowing smile, "Brother Zhang, anal sex can't be rushed. You have to try it little by little, otherwise it'll hurt like hell! Slow down, slow down," she said, trying to ease the pain as I probed. She pulled a small round box from her makeup box, saying, "Here, Brother Zhang, put some lubricant on first, it'll be slippery and easier to probe!"
I applied the lubricant to Xiao Leng's anus, rubbing it with my fingers while she continued giving me oral sex. Her anus slowly opened and closed. Seeing the opportunity, I pulled my penis out of her mouth and easily inserted it into her anus.
"Ah, ah, it's so tight!" Xiao Leng groaned in pain as my penis slowly penetrated deeper. I applied lubricant to my penis to make thrusting easier. My penis was tightly gripped by Xiao Leng's anus, as if being held firmly by a hand. I tried to break free from this grip, so I increased the force and speed of my thrusts.
"Slow down, slow down, Brother Zhang, I can't take it!"
I pulled out my penis and brought it to Xiao Leng's mouth again, making her give me oral sex. Xiao Leng frowned, hesitated for a moment, but still took it and put it in her mouth. After sucking for a few moments, she suddenly threw away my penis, jumped to the ground, and vomited painfully. After a while, Xiao Leng returned to the bed, her eyes filled with large tears from vomiting. She grabbed my penis and put it in her mouth again. I asked her, "What does it taste like?"
"Needless to say!" Xiao Leng wiped her tears, "It tastes like shit, stinky and disgusting!"
I inserted my penis into her anus again and stirred it around. Xiao Leng's anus had loosened considerably and gradually adapted to the free entry of my penis. She no longer screamed but hummed softly. While I was penetrating her anus, I manipulated her vagina with my hand, stuffing the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina into her anus. Sometimes I would change places, my thick, hard penis would "visit" her vagina, and then Xiao Leng would give me oral sex.
Xiao Leng didn't want to be a prostitute forever, and her small business didn't earn her any money. What should she do? To be continued.
Chapter Six: Robbery and Fighting - Pushing and Shoving, the Vegetable Market Resembles a Battlefield -
The Cold Wind Howls at Dawn, and the Vendors Take to the Streets.
To earn a few coins, he pedaled his bicycle all over town.
Poverty bent his back; who would shoulder the burden?
Even the johns had their sentiments, willing to form a gang!
Setting up a small stall on the street was illegal, and he didn't want to sell his body forever. After much thought, and perhaps influenced by someone, Xiao Leng impulsively decided to sell vegetables at the market. Just like when he did his small business, no matter what happened, big or small, he never forgot his old john—Brother Zhang! Sure enough, Xiao Leng called again, calling me "Brother Zhang" repeatedly before getting to the point: "Brother Zhang, the vegetable wholesale market is such a mess, so hard to find! I keep getting lost. My husband's even more clueless than me; he gets completely lost on the street. Brother Zhang, could you please show me the way?" "
Okay, wait for me!" I hung up and went to the intersection as agreed. Xiao Leng's husband was indeed waiting for me by the roadside with his cart. I jumped onto the tricycle. He was as always, his haggard face showing embarrassment and awkwardness. I felt a little awkward too. Although I always paid Xiao Leng for sex, I still felt indebted to her. In every way, I had wronged her, had slept with her wife.
"Brother Zhang, which way are we going?" Just as I was having a moment of conscience and pondering, Xiao Leng's husband asked me in a low voice. I turned around, and it wasn't until this morning that I saw Xiao Leng's husband's true face. In past encounters, I had never dared to look him in the eye; in his presence, I always felt like a thief.
He was much younger than me, about the same age as Xiao Leng, and like her, thin and pale. Perhaps it was from overwork; perhaps it was the pressure of life's burdens; perhaps it was the unbearable stigma of being a kept man. At such a young age, he was already noticeably hunched over. And what surprised me most was that his voice was hoarse, his throat rattling. Based on experience, he was extremely weak; without proper care, he certainly wouldn't live long. But what resources did he have to care for himself? Did he rely on his wife selling her body?
"Hmm, hmm," I interrupted my aimless thoughts upon hearing the hunchbacked man's question, and looked around the street: "Go that way!"
"Okay, I know!" Xiao Leng's husband replied, and began to pedal hard with his feet. He was panting heavily, his throat making a bellows-like hissing sound, and at the same time, he was hunching over with difficulty, which made his humps even more prominent.
I sat on the tricycle, facing the morning breeze, pretentiously directing the hunchback. A steep slope appeared ahead. Watching the hunchback struggling to pedal uphill, I was deeply moved: Ah, life is so hard, especially for the farmers at the very bottom of society, left to fend for themselves. For them, isn't life just a steep, sloping hill ahead? To survive, they must exert all their strength, desperately pedaling and climbing! Climbing, pedaling!
"Sigh," after tireless effort, the hunchback finally reached the top of the slope. He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked around. What did he see? Endless streets; noisy vehicles; bustling crowds. The tricycle kept moving forward, forward, not knowing what lay ahead. As long as he didn't fall, he would forever move forward, forward, forward!
"Brother Zhang, hold on tight!" Xiao Leng's meticulous reminder interrupted my thoughts again. Looking at the young woman in front of me, then at the hunchbacked man pedaling the bicycle, I felt both ridiculous and absurd: Damn it, who am I? Sitting between this couple, what am I? What kind of relationship is this? I suddenly remembered a bad custom in the countryside; I'm probably a matchmaker! Yes, that's it, I'm a modern-day urban matchmaker! I'm using my meager strength to pull this poor couple from the countryside towards a hopeless future.
The vegetable wholesale market was located on the edge of the city, near a perpetually noisy railway freight depot. When I, a modern-day accomplice, dragged Xiao Leng and her husband to the market, looking at the sea of people, hearing the deafening shouts, and smelling the pungent stench, Xiao Leng was stunned for a moment: "My God, this isn't buying vegetables, it's a battle!" The area
beside the railway was muddy and grimy; every step made a squelching sound, and vegetable roots and leaves clung to the tops of our shoes, sour and smelly that it was hard to breathe. Countless trucks loaded with vegetables were parked haphazardly beside the railway. Some of the trucks, having traveled a long distance and been delayed, had vegetables that had begun to rot, emitting a pungent, sour smell and steaming hot. The small business owner's face was also pale and listless. Looking at the steaming trucks, he was filled with despair. At the same time, he took off his hat, shaking off the sweat that covered his head: "It's over, completely over. Three thousand miles, and I've brought back a truckload of rotten mud!"
"Make way!" A truck loaded with eggplants arrived from all the way from Shandong to join the fray. The vegetable vendor spoke in a thick, slurred manner, while the eggplants on the truck were plump, glistening with a purple sheen, and exuding a pleasant, fresh aroma. This attracted everyone's attention: "These eggplants are really good! The truck owner is going to make a fortune!"
As the vendors were discussing the eggplants, suddenly, a few thugs with moles emerged from the crowd, jumped onto the truck without any ceremony, and glared at the Shandong vendors, muttering a few words. Despite the Shandong vendors' repeated shaking of their heads, the thugs still forced a wad of cash into their hands: "Counted it all, you can leave now. Go find a quiet place to have a drink. All these eggplants are ours!"
"How shady!" Xiao Leng sighed softly, watching this scene of forced buying and selling. I nudged her arm: "Don't just watch the show, what kind of vegetables are you planning to buy wholesale?"
"Oh dear, really," Xiao Leng said, looking troubled. "I don't know what vegetables to buy. I don't even know what sells fast at the market!"
"You? You want to sell vegetables? You're even more clueless than me. Fine, you wait here. I'll buy whatever you want, and you sell it!"
Good grief, whether it was Xiao Leng selling vegetables or me running a small business, I squeezed into the bustling crowd and, on my own initiative, bought basket after basket of vegetables. Then, covered in sweat, I squeezed out of the market. Xiao Leng still wouldn't let me leave: "Brother Zhang, we don't know anyone at the market. Will you stay and sell with me for a day?"
Sigh, what to do? Well, I guess I'll just have to help her to the end! Arriving at the market, having never run a small business before, I hesitated awkwardly around Xiao Leng's stall. Some acquaintances recognized me: "Hey, Lao Zhang, when did you start selling vegetables?"
"Lao Zhang, damn, you've made it big! Selling vegetables? How's it going? Making money? Hehe."
"Damn," in desperation, wanting to get rid of the vegetables I'd bought as quickly as possible and escape this embarrassing free market, I yelled at my onlookers, "Stop just talking! If you still consider yourselves brothers, let's get real! You guys figure out a way to buy all these vegetables for me!"
"Easy, easy, easy," one of the guys said without hesitation, waving his hand, "It's just this truckload of vegetables. My third uncle just opened a restaurant, I'll take it all by myself, hehe, it's a small matter..."
"Thanks, buddy, I'll definitely treat you to drinks sometime!" I breathed a sigh of relief, thanked my friend, took the money, stuffed it into Xiao Leng's hand, and was about to slip away: "Goodbye, Xiao Leng!"
"Brother Zhang, you can't leave!"
Xiao Leng grabbed me, refusing to let me go. While I was selling vegetables to my drinking buddies, Xiao Leng had already signaled to the hunchback to buy some food and drinks. Now, the hunchback, carrying a plastic bag, sincerely invited me to their home—that shed—for dinner: "Brother Zhang," at the table, Xiao Leng sat between me and the hunchback, diligently pouring me a glass of baijiu. The rich aroma of the liquor wafted past Xiao Leng and into the hunchback's nostrils. I saw the hunchback staring intently at the glass, secretly licking his lips... Sucking my parched lips, I grabbed a wine glass, filled it with wine, and pushed it toward the hunchback. Xiao Leng glanced at me, then glared at the hunchback: "With Brother Zhang here, I'll give you some face. Let me tell you, this is the only glass! Useless thing! Come on, Brother Zhang, eat some food." After scolding her useless husband, Xiao Leng turned to me, immediately changing her expression. She picked up a slice of meat with her slender hand and coquettishly stuffed it into my mouth. The hunchback, who had been scolded by his wife, saw this, sadly lowered his head, and gulped down his wine.
The hunchback, head bowed, gulped down a few mouthfuls of hot wine. Seeing his wife showering attention on another man, he suddenly broke into a tirade, perhaps to distract me: "Brother Zhang, without you, we couldn't do anything. We wouldn't even be able to eat, let alone make a living in the city. Brother Zhang, thank you so much!"
A man not good with words is like a river that has been dammed for a long time; once the dam is opened, it bursts forth unexpectedly, leaving you speechless. The drunken hunchback seemed to be pedaling a wheel, talking and talking, except... He kept repeating the same old words of thanks and praise, but nothing new. I was getting impatient with him, and Xiao Leng couldn't hold back any longer either. "You—" As I pushed another glass of wine toward the hunchback, Xiao Leng snatched it away and continued to berate her useless husband: "I told you not to drink, but you still crave it. I let you have a little, but once you get some alcohol, you change! It's getting late, stop dawdling and go to sleep!"
As she spoke, Xiao Leng's slender hand reached behind her, and I don't know what she touched, but the light suddenly went out. Amid Xiao Leng's scolding, the hunchback, not satisfied, grumbled and crawled into his son's bed. In the darkness, Xiao Leng hugged me, and we embraced each other affectionately. I pretended to be drunk and leaned against Xiao Leng, my warm hands caressing her cool skin. Xiao Leng obediently took off her underwear and held my penis in her small hand. With her husband so close, Xiao Leng buried her head in the quilt and gave me oral sex without any regard for anything else.
I lay stiffly on the creaking bed, my drunken eyes fixed on the frost flowers filling the window. Suddenly, a blinding flash of light streaked across the white glass, like a sharp sword slicing through the pane, its edge aimed straight at my chest. I yelled, "Ah, what's flashing?!"
"It's a meteor shower," the hunchbacked man mumbled, his drunkenness vanishing instantly. He explained with apparent expertise, "Every year during the coldest time, the Earth moves into the constellation Leo, and then we experience a meteor shower that lasts for several days!"
As he spoke, another flash of white light appeared. In my hazy state, I felt the hunchbacked man stealthily move towards me. My lips twitched slightly: "Damn it, you dare to sleep with my wife? Even if she's a slut, you can't sleep with her in front of me!
" "Ah," I exclaimed in surprise. The hunchbacked man had moved to my side and suddenly pulled out a sharp knife. I sat bolt upright, startled. "What? What are you going to do?"
"Brother Zhang," Xiao Leng's soft voice from under the covers woke me from my dream. I sat on the bed in a daze, shooting stars flashing past the window. The hunchback next to me was fast asleep, his arms around his son. Xiao Leng knelt between my legs: "Brother Zhang, it's getting late, get some rest!"
"Rest, I have to get up early to buy vegetables tomorrow!" I scratched my throbbing head and lay back down. Xiao Leng lay close to me, her little mouth sucking on my nipple. "What are you doing?" Xiao Leng was kissing my chest when the hunchback next to me reached his hand under the covers. Xiao Leng impatiently wiggled her white buttocks. "Go back to sleep, you have to get up early to do business tomorrow, you useless thing!"
I didn't sleep all night. Staring at the frost flowers on the window and listening to the crackling sounds, I thought of my dream with the nanny Xiao Hong a while ago. I had a bad feeling: No, I can't get involved in a couple's affairs. No matter what their situation is, it's wrong to mess with someone else's woman. This behavior won't do me any good. Who knows, one day, the hunchback might get drunk and, in a fit of rage, kill me with a knife! I gritted my teeth and endured until dawn, then made an excuse and hurriedly slipped away. I never wanted to go to the wholesale market again to help Xiao Leng buy vegetables, let alone accompany her to set up her stall. Not only was it shameful, but it was also life-threatening. Was it worth losing my life for a prostitute?
Leaving Xiao Leng and that shabby shack in a hurry, I felt no relief whatsoever; instead, I felt even more burdened. The chaotic scene at the wholesale market kept replaying in my mind, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off. I locked myself in my house, drinking alone, thinking about Xiao Leng: How is she? I must be extra careful when buying vegetables, don't lose the money. Sigh, stupid girl, I have to worry about everything. What time is it? The vegetables should be bought by now, right? Hmm, at this time, Xiao Leng should be at the market, quietly calling out her wares! No, I have to go check on her, see if she's having any difficulties, and offer her as much help as possible.
Holding my wine glass, in a hazy, drunken state, I was pushed towards the market by an invisible force. From afar, I saw Xiao Leng arguing with a few uniformed men. I went over and found out they were collecting market fees. Xiao Leng claimed he had no money to pay taxes, but the uniformed men wouldn't allow it. I took out some loose change and gave it to them. Xiao Leng greeted me warmly, pulling out a chair from somewhere. I sat down and asked about the vegetable market. Xiao Leng sighed, "Brother Zhang, I can't get through to you on your phone. I can't reach you anywhere. Brother Zhang, without you, I feel lost. I had no choice but to go to the market with his dad and the child. When we got there, we were completely lost, jostled around by the crowd, not even knowing what to buy. Seeing that it was getting late, I couldn't just stand there, so I bought a basket of green beans. After I squeezed through the crowd, I couldn't find the child's father. I had to put the basket on the cart and ask the child to watch it while I went back to look for that useless man. When I finally found him and squeezed back, the child was sitting on the cart, wiping his nose!"
"What happened?" I asked with concern, "Did someone beat up the child?"
"No one hit him, but when I wasn't there, because of the chaos everywhere, my basket of green beans was stolen!"
Hearing Xiao Leng's story, I felt very guilty: I was taking it easy, drinking alone at home, sleeping in late, while Xiao Leng lost a basket of vegetables. How many kilograms of vegetables would she have to sell to earn back that basket of expensive green beans! In the past period, through my interactions with Xiao Leng and witnessing her experiences, I suddenly realized the importance of money and felt more deeply how difficult it is to earn money! Ding—,
ding—, ding—, a dull bell rang, waking me from my reverie. I sat up, drew back the curtains, and saw that it had snowed again, the road surface as smooth as a mirror: it was already four o'clock. If I wasn't mistaken, Xiao Leng's vegetable cart, which she had been using to buy vegetables early in the morning, should have reached the intersection of four streets by now!
Thinking this, I got up, quickly washed up, and hurriedly went downstairs to take a taxi to the intersection ahead of time. I stood by the roadside, braving the biting wind and snow, eagerly gazing into the distance. In the darkness of the early morning, I heard a creaking sound—the grotesque groan of a small, hunched-over cart grinding against the ground due to a lack of lubricant. I strode forward. Xiao Leng was still wrapped in that familiar long scarf. She had already seen me; her face, blue and purple from the cold, flushed slightly. "Brother Zhang!"
In the dead of winter, with snow falling heavily and the wind biting, where would this little tricycle take us? To be continued.

Prostitute 2,

Chapter Seven: Back to the Old Trade as the Big Sister, New and Old Friends Enjoying Lust in the Same Room.
After the winter solstice, as fodder became increasingly scarce, the herders were eager to sell their livestock. I couldn't resist my distant cousin's encouragement and plunged headlong into the Inner Mongolian grasslands to buy large quantities of cattle, dreaming of getting rich! I no longer had the energy to worry about Xiao Leng's vegetable-selling business. Sitting on the train, I was thinking that if I was lucky enough to make a fortune on this trip, I would give Xiao Leng a sum of money so she could start a more respectable small business with a shop.
I transformed myself into a cattle dealer, wrapped in a military overcoat, wearing a dog-skin hat and suede shoes, reeking of a mixture of dirt, tobacco, and oil stains, with a cigarette dangling from my mouth. I swaggered around the various cattle and horse markets on the outskirts of the city, cursing and haggling with the cattle and horse dealers.
"Damn, we're rich! So much money!" Someone patted me on the shoulder. I counted the money and glanced back: Damn it, it was him—Di Ba Zi. "Damn," I continued counting the money, snorting through my nose, "Brother Ba, you're still alive!"
After dealing with a batch of cattle, Di Ba Zi and I went to a small tavern next to the cattle and horse market. It was economical and affordable. To attract more customers, the tavern owner offered a special deal: anyone who ordered two small dishes could drink free liquor. So, I ordered two small dishes, sat opposite Di Ba Zi, and started drinking as much liquor as I could!
"Old Zhang, something's not right with you!" After downing a glass of baijiu, Di Ba Zi said sarcastically, "How can you be so shameless, sleeping on the stove while actually sleeping on the bed?"
"What did I do? What do you mean by sleeping on the stove while actually sleeping on the bed?"
"Damn," Di Ba Zi poured another glass of baijiu, and immediately brought up the recent events between me and Xiao Leng: "Damn, Old Zhang, when did you learn to form cliques?"
"I felt sorry for her! So I helped her out. Is that what you call sleeping on the stove while actually sleeping on the bed?"
"Moscow doesn't believe in crocodile tears," Di Ba Zi said again, startling me: "She's faking it all. After selling her cunt for so many years, who would believe she didn't have some savings? Damn it, you little slut, I'm a bit of a hoodlum lately, short on cash. I asked her for a loan, and she started crying poverty. Humph, look how angry she's gotten me. I'll make her..."
"What are you going to do?" I stopped Di Ba Zi, not wanting him to turn on me like that, to be so ruthless to a weak woman who sells her body. Di Ba Zi rolled his eyes: "Old Zhang, she's not like she used to be. Her business has grown bigger!"
"Big? Selling vegetables, how big can it get?"
"Damn," Di Ba Zi stared at me mysteriously, "What future can you have selling vegetables? I sold them for thirteen days straight, lost my son, went crazy selling them, and the whole family just fell apart like that..."
"What?" I was quite surprised, "Such a big thing happened in just a few days?"
"Yeah," Di Ba Zi showed his dissatisfaction again, "Xiao Leng stopped selling vegetables and went back to her old ways, she started selling her pussy again. Now, she remembered you. She couldn't find you, so she came to me and asked me to help her find you. You guys, in the end, you still can't do without me, you still need me, Di Ba Zi. Old Zhang, drink this cup and come with me. Xiao Leng misses you, her pussy is itchy, she wants you to fuck her... hehe,"
"No, I'm busy," I pointed to the chaotic market outside the window, "I'm doing business right now, you know that!"
"Damn, no matter how busy you are, you still have to fuck. Stop spouting nonsense to me. Before, when you wanted to fuck her, you could put everything else aside. Now you're using being busy as an excuse. Tell me the truth, are you done playing with her? Tired of her?"
I didn't say a word. I didn't want to go to Xiao Leng's house dressed like this, nor did I want to see her in such a rush. I was even more unwilling to accept the cruel reality that Xiao Leng had lost her child and her husband had gone mad: Xiao Leng, your life is so miserable, you've been plagued by all sorts of bad luck!
"Come on, Xiao Leng already guessed what you're thinking. Let me tell you, Lao Zhang, Xiao Leng doesn't live in that shack anymore, she lives in an apartment now. She told me to ask my brother Zhang to come, and I guarantee you a huge surprise!"
"What surprise?"
"How would I know? Come on, we'll find out when we get there!"
Under Di Ba Zi's persistent pleading and dragging, I had no choice but to follow him to Xiao Leng's new place. Di Ba Zi rang the doorbell, and a strange young woman opened the door for us. Xiao Leng then came out to greet us: "Ah, Brother Zhang, a rare guest, a rare guest, welcome, welcome!"
"Xiao Leng," seeing Xiao Leng's forced smile, I felt a pang of sadness and quietly asked her, "What happened to you? Your vegetable selling was a complete disaster?"
"Brother Zhang," Xiao Leng lowered her head and took my arm, "Don't mention those things, don't reopen my wounds, it really feels like a nightmare. Later, when I have time, I'll tell you the whole story, sigh," as she spoke, Xiao Leng gave another unnatural smile and called into the house, "Guests are here! Brother Zhang is here!" It was a two
-bedroom apartment with a living room of about thirty square meters in the middle. Five or six heavily made-up young women were playing cards on the sofa on the west side of the living room. The French film "Alibaba" was playing on the TV. When they saw us come in, the young women playing cards all looked up and scrutinized me and Di Ba Zi.
"This is Brother Zhang, he's such a nice guy, so generous!" Xiao Leng introduced He Di Ba Zi to the other women: "This is Brother Liu, he's a big shot around here, if you ever have any trouble, just ask him!"
The women stood up and nodded to us in goodwill. Xiao Leng pulled me into the inner room, closing the door behind her. "Brother Zhang, I've missed you so much!" Xiao Leng hugged me tightly, her thickly lipsticked lips kissing my cheeks, lips, beard, and neck incessantly. "Brother Zhang, where have you been all this time? Why did you disappear? Why didn't you call me?... Brother Zhang, do you know, my life has changed drastically these past few days, I've practically fallen into a dead end, sigh..."
"I've been incredibly busy lately, you could say I'm completely overwhelmed!" I hugged Xiao Leng's neck, explaining without hesitation, "My cousin and I went to Inner Mongolia and got a batch of feeder cattle, but the market suddenly plummeted, and that's not all, there was a foot-and-mouth disease outbreak here, the cattle almost rotted in our hands. My cousin and I have been spending all our time at the cattle market, we've lost all our energy!"
"You must have had your fun with me," Xiao Leng pinched my nose. "You stinky men, every single one of you is a womanizer!"
“Xiao Leng,” I asked Xiao Leng, “How did you lose the child? The market is chaotic. Why weren’t you more careful when you were selling vegetables? I’ve told you so many times.” Xiao Leng interrupted me, glancing at the outer room with a smirk, “Don’t mention it. There are people outside. Everyone’s out here to make money. Bringing this up will only upset them and delay their business! Oh, Brother Zhang,” Xiao Leng started yelling again, while simultaneously unbuckling my belt, “Come on, Brother Zhang, let me see your little brother. I miss it so much!” Xiao Leng pulled out my penis and put it in her mouth, sucking on it.
“Sigh,” I sighed, looking at Xiao Leng diligently licking at my feet, a surge of unbearable pleasure welled up inside me. I thought again of Xiao Leng’s smooth, hairless genitals and pale pink vulva. Under Xiao Leng's licking, my penis unconsciously swelled up. At the same time, I forgot about the lost child and my hunchbacked madness. My eyes were fixed on Xiao Leng, my penis focused entirely on moving in and out of her mouth.
"Brother Zhang!" Xiao Leng said while giving me oral sex, "Brother Zhang, want to try something new? I have a lot of girls here today, all young and beautiful. Want to play with them?"
"Goodness!" I grinned, "So many? I can't handle that many, I'll be exhausted. Besides, I don't have that much money on me!"
"Brother Zhang, I know you. You can take care of six, even sixteen. Don't rush, we have a whole day. Play with one, rest for a while, have a drink, and when you're refreshed, play with another one. Brother Zhang, you've helped me so many times, I don't have much to thank you for. Today, consider it my treat!"
"Sorry, you guys have it tough too," I said, pulling all the money out of my pocket and placing it on the table. "Xiao Leng, this is all the money I have!" Xiao Leng glanced at it; it was about four hundred yuan. "That's enough, Brother Zhang. It's more than enough. Brother Zhang is so particular. Look at you, big eyes, double eyelids, you're definitely a discerning person."
Xiao Leng stuffed my penis into his pants and collected the money from the table. "Brother Zhang, wait here, I'll send someone to buy you groceries and wine. Let's have a good time today!"
With that, Xiao Leng opened the door and went into the living room, whispering to the other women. Soon, a lewd smile appeared on their faces, and some of them even secretly peeked into the room where I was. Xiao Leng took out a fifty-yuan note and handed it to one of the women. She put on her coat and came out of the room. "Brother Zhang, please sit here!" Xiao Leng turned around and pulled me into the living room. The women gathered around, sitting in twos and threes around me. One of the women took my hand and placed it on her thigh.
Di Ba Zi had somehow struck up a conversation with a woman, and now they were embracing and watching TV. Di Ba Zi's hand was already inside the woman's underwear, groping haphazardly.
Xiao Leng and the other two women were busy setting the table, chopsticks, and arranging chairs all over the room. The woman who had bought groceries soon returned, and Xiao Leng instructed them to chop the vegetables and bring them to the table: "Brother Zhang, come, sit here!" Xiao Leng arranged the best seat for me and then sat down next to me: "Everyone, sit down, there are no outsiders, no need for formalities!"
The other women sat down one by one, and the simple banquet began.
"Brother Zhang, which one are you going to start with?" Xiao Leng asked me softly: "The one on your left is quite nice!"
"Whatever, it's up to you today. Whoever you let me play with first, I'll play with first!" I took a sip of baijiu.
"Li Li!" Xiao Leng winked at the woman on my left, and the woman called "Li Li" put down her chopsticks and began to take off her clothes. The other women seemed not to notice and continued to greedily eat the food on the table. Li Li quickly stripped herself naked. Her skin wasn't as fair as Xiao Leng's, but her breasts were much fuller. A large patch of dark pubic hair stood up in a messy, bushy mass, the coarse hairs lying haphazardly across her mounds of flesh like a cornfield battered by hail.
Li Li walked towards me naked, then knelt on the floor and unbuckled my belt. I ignored her and continued drinking. Li Li then knelt under the table and gave me oral sex. This involuntarily reminded me of my nanny, Xiao Hong. Back then, I would drink while Xiao Hong knelt under the table and gave me oral sex—what a pleasurable scene that was! I'll never forget it!
Li Li's tongue was thick and hard, and she spit out a lot of saliva, making a slapping sound. Saliva dripped onto my pants. I put down my wine glass, pulled down my pants, and pushed Li Li down onto the sofa. I parted her messy pubic hair with my fingers, revealing a pair of dark, large labia. I touched them; they were cool and hard. Parting the labia, a messy, vulva was revealed before my eyes. I disliked this irregular vulva; it felt dirty. But I still decided to fuck her a few times. Anyway, all the money in my pocket had been given to Xiao Leng, so why not have some fun? I inserted my penis into Li Li's vagina. It felt alright, plump and slippery. I slowly began to thrust, savoring the sensation. Soon, Li Li's vaginal fluids began to flow freely, her vaginal opening exceptionally slippery. So I increased my speed, and Li Li began to moan softly. I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I immediately pulled out my penis, not wanting the battle to end so quickly.
Li Li sat up, grabbed my penis, and continued to give me oral sex.
"Da Mei, it's your turn!" Xiao Leng ordered without looking up, picking at her food.
Another woman stood up; it must be "Da Mei"!
Da Mei quickly stripped off all her clothes, slowly walked over, took my penis from Li Li's hand, and put it in her mouth. I looked down at Da Mei: she was tall and quite obese, her large, swollen breasts trembling incessantly, her nipples long and dark, and her pubic hair was even more abundant than Li Li's, though the hair shafts were fine and softly scattered across her slightly protruding lower abdomen. I gestured for her to half-lie on the sofa, spreading her thick, fleshy legs, revealing her large genitals. Strangely, Da Mei's labia were extremely small, deeply embedded in the thick, white flesh, with only her clitoris faintly visible. I parted Da Mei's swollen flesh and inserted my fingers into her vaginal canal. Her canal was very narrow, and it took a lot of effort for my penis to fit in. I lay on top of her, thrusting in and out while sucking on her large nipples. To please me, Da Mei kept twisting her fat, clumsy body, her canal pulsating, making my penis feel very good. I felt the urge to ejaculate again, but I held back, trying my best not to ejaculate. I pulled my penis out again and used my fingers instead, stirring them inside Da Mei's canal.
"Er Ni, go!" Xiao Leng gave the order again.
Er Ni was even fairer than Xiao Leng, but thinner. Her flat chest was like a washboard, and her thin ribs were clearly visible. Er Ni had sparse pubic hair, making her two large labia particularly eye-catching. I pushed Er Ni down onto the sofa and carefully examined her two large labia. Li Li knelt at my feet and continued to give me oral sex, making my penis itch. I pulled my penis out of Li Li's mouth and put it into Erni's vagina. Although Erni was skin and bones, her vagina was very plump, and it felt quite good. After a while, I reached orgasm. I could no longer control myself, and my hot semen sprayed into Erni's vagina. I pulled out my penis, and Xiao Leng walked over with a big smile, bent down and put my penis in her mouth and licked it clean.
I sat back down at the table and continued to drink with the women and Di Ba Zi.
"Brother Zhang is so amazing, that thing is so thick and big!" Li Li swallowed a mouthful of wine and joked.
"Yeah, Brother Zhang is not simple, he's like an emperor, he played with six women in one day, not counting our Sister Xiao Leng." Da Mei picked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into my mouth.
"That's nothing!" Di Ba Zi boasted nonsensically, "Old Zhang has slept with so many women, even he can't remember them all! A whole trainload of them!"
"Brother Zhang!" Er Ni asked me slowly, "Don't all women look the same? Just one eye, right? Why do you men go to such lengths to find women? Isn't one wife enough for you? What's the point of going out to prostitutes and spending money?"
"Heh heh, Miss, if that's the case, men don't need to go to prostitutes anymore, then you won't have any business!" Di Ba Zi sneered.
"Are they the same?" I looked at Erni and answered slowly in a scholarly tone, "I think they're completely different. You're not wrong, they are indeed the same eye, but even though they are the same eye, there's a lot more to them than meets the eye. From ancient times to the present, how many men have abandoned their families and even their lives for women, for this eye? How many emperors have given up their empires for women? My lady, don't you think this eye is amazing?"
"Yes," Xiao Leng poured me a glass of wine and softly agreed, "Thinking about it carefully, it's really true!"
"Miss, although they are the same eye, there are big differences! Each eye looks a little different. There are no two people in the world who look exactly alike, and there are no two vaginas that look exactly alike. Each vagina has its own characteristics..."
"Haha, Brother Zhang, you're practically a vagina expert!" Xiao Leng covered her mouth and chuckled.
“No,” Di Ba Zi added, “No, Lao Zhang is unanimously recognized as the ‘Puss Doctor’ among our group! Hahaha!”
“Ah, amazing, Brother Zhang!” Xiao Leng hugged my waist and said with a charming smile, “Brother Zhang, keep up the good work and strive to become a ‘Puss Doctor’!—”
“Hahaha…”
That day, Di Ba Zi and I, in the two-bedroom apartment rented by Xiao Leng, turned the six prostitutes and their newly appointed leader—Xiao Leng—over and over again, fucking them until my poor little brother could no longer stand up. After
years of being a daughter-in-law, she became a mother-in-law; after selling her body, she became a madam. After returning to her old profession, I wonder if Xiao Leng can make a fortune. Let’s find out in the next chapter.
Chapter Eight: The Lewd Act is Exposed and She is Fined Everything; Desperate, She Sells Counterfeit Tickets.
I had been indulging in debauchery with the chickens in Xiao Leng’s apartment for several days. My body gradually couldn’t take it anymore. My precious essence was drained by the chickens, and my poor little brother was even more limp. Meanwhile, there was still business to manage. My cousin finished selling the first batch of cattle, and although he lost money, he wasn't giving up. He decided to try and get them back from where he lost them. So, I had no choice but to hastily stuff my exhausted little brother into my pants and head off again to the Inner Mongolian grasslands. I was standing in the waiting hall waiting to have my ticket checked when my phone started beeping again. Ugh, it's either Xiao Leng or Di Ba Zi!
"Hey, Xiao Leng, what? What did you say? Something happened?"
Xiao Leng told me, sobbing, on the phone. The police had raided their hideout and thrown them all into a detention center. The police said that if they didn't pay a substantial fine, they'd be sent to a labor camp. Finally, Xiao Leng insisted that Di Ba Zi was responsible: "Brother Zhang, the police specifically asked for you. They described your house, the layout of your room, the furnishings—they knew everything. They even knew about your cattle dealings—how many cattle you bought, how many had foot-and-mouth disease. Tell me, if it wasn't Di Ba Zi, who would know all this? Brother Zhang, what should I do? Help me! I'm completely ruined. I've been out here for years, and I haven't earned a single penny. I lost my child, and my husband is insane. I'm at my wit's end! Brother Zhang, please bail me out first. I'll find a way to earn money and pay you back!"
“Brother,” my cousin, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, warned me, “Is she up to something? Be careful, don’t fall into her trap! Besides, what does this have to do with you? A whore, is it worth it? You can’t possibly have real feelings for her? Tsk tsk, really, don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment!”
“Let the police answer the phone, I’ll ask him what he means!” Xiao Leng handed the phone to a stranger. His words shocked me; he was not only glib but also spewing vulgarities: “Do you know what law you’ve broken? What, just prostitution? You’ve got to be kidding me! This is serious, it’s gang rape! Enough to get you jailed. You’d better come over right now, otherwise, fleeing the scene will only make things worse!”
"Go to hell! This is nothing!" I couldn't help but yell. "With your character, you call yourself a police officer? I think you're no different from a bandit or a scoundrel..."
I cursed at the so-called policeman on the phone. He must have gotten annoyed, because he handed the phone back to Xiao Leng. Xiao Leng was still begging me to bail her out. My cousin didn't understand: "Brother, is it worth it for a prostitute like her?"
Xiao Leng was indeed a prostitute, and there was no future for us. However, after knowing her for so long, although we weren't really friends, I didn't want to see her make a fool of herself. I stubbornly insisted on helping Xiao Leng. My cousin had no choice but to walk out of the waiting hall with me, change our tickets, and decide to bail Xiao Leng out first. My cousin warned me: "You absolutely mustn't show your face, otherwise, if we're all caught, things will be even more difficult!"
My cousin was helpless against me, his little brother. He settled me in a small restaurant, then personally used his years of social connections to finally pull some strings. At dusk, my cousin brought Xiao Leng to me. I grinned at her, and tears streamed down her face. Finally, she knelt down in front of me with a thud. I quickly pulled her up. Xiao Leng was still in despair: she was on the police's blacklist and dared not return to her old ways. But how could she make a living if she didn't sell her body?
"Never mind that for now, come with me for a stroll, clear your head, and get rid of this bad luck!"
In a moment of exhilaration, I bought Xiao Leng a train ticket too, deciding we'd go to Inner Mongolia together. My cousin looked troubled: "Brother, is this a vacation or business?"
Taking advantage of Xiao Leng's inattention, my cousin told me regretfully: "It's unlucky to bring a woman on a business trip, especially a lowly prostitute!"
“Brother Zhang,” the quick-witted Xiao Leng had already figured out her cousin’s meaning—that she was an unwelcome person, and even a lowly one! So, she decided to get off halfway: “Brother Zhang, I’m not good enough for you. I’ll get off at the next stop. Brother Zhang, I’ll be waiting for your triumphant return, to congratulate you on your fortune, and to see your pockets bulging!”
The next stop was Yituli River. Having traveled all over the country, I was no stranger to this place. It was located at the junction of three provinces and regions, a place where all sorts of people came from, and it was no less than the provincial capital. Perhaps it was fate. Xiao Leng, now free, was unwittingly thrown into an even more chaotic place. "Brother Zhang," she said, tapping her icy hands against the train window as she got off the train and stood on the platform, "I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you here in Yituli River!"
Through the frost-covered window, I pointed to a rather imposing hotel outside the station, indicating that Xiao Leng should wait for me there. A gust of cold wind swept in, and Xiao Leng shivered, pulling her loose scarf tighter around herself. Her eyes were filled with deep affection as she gazed at me until the train slowly pulled out of Yituli River station.
After buying the cattle, my older cousin had gone back to the provincial capital alone. I excitedly arrived in Yituli River, and sure enough, Xiao Leng was waiting for me at the hotel. The separation of a client and a prostitute for over ten days felt like a reunion of husband and wife; the joy and intimacy between them were beyond words. After a fierce struggle, we leaned against the window, arms around each other, chuckling as we glanced at the station square. Suddenly, I felt Xiao Leng's pale body twitch violently. She frantically grabbed her clothes, exclaiming, "Something's wrong! Something's happened!"
"What happened to you now?" I asked, puzzled, staring at Xiao Leng as I started dressing myself. Xiao Leng didn't answer. I turned to look out at the square. Several policemen were escorting a middle-aged man toward the hotel. Xiao Leng looked frightened, quickly getting dressed. By then, the police and the man had already entered the hotel. Xiao Leng took my hand, saying, "Brother Zhang, let's go!"
She linked arms with me, striking a pose like an intimate couple. Just as we reached the stairs, the police and the man climbed them. My eyes met the man's. Judging from his appearance, he was probably in his forties, burly, with a thick, bushy beard. I gasped: Where have I seen him before? Where? Oh, I remember now, it was in my dream! How could this be? Could things really be so coincidental?
The bearded man's face was sharply defined, his cunning eyes radiating a terrifying yet unfathomable light. He glanced at me indifferently, his gaze suggesting he knew me intimately, despite never having met me before, while completely ignoring Xiao Leng beside him. Xiao Leng lowered her head, brushing past the man, subtly nudging me with her elbow—a clear message: Don't look around, hurry up and leave! Avoid trouble!
Xiao Leng didn't even have time to check out of her room before buying a platform ticket, slipping into the station, and hopping on a random train. Only when the train started moving did she finally relax: "That was close!" Xiao Leng sighed, "He was really kind, pretending not to know me. Otherwise, if he had identified me, I would have been in trouble again!"
"He," I don't know why, even though I knew Xiao Leng was a prostitute, seeing her mention that middle-aged man with such gratitude made me quite jealous: "Who is he? He came to Yituli River, and in just a few days, you couldn't stay idle and started selling yourself again?"
"No, no, no," Xiao Leng denied, "Brother Zhang, I swear to God, even if I have to beg for food, I won't sell myself again! It's not worth the money, and it demeans myself!"
"Hmph," I scoffed, pressing further, "If you didn't sell yourself, who is that man? Your so-called kindness just means he didn't identify you after he got into trouble, right?"
“Brother Zhang, I have absolutely no relationship with him in that respect!” Xiao Leng glanced around at the other passengers, seeing that everyone was drowsy, and leaned close to my cheek, simply recounting her experience in Yituli River: “Brother Zhang, I can’t sell myself anymore, I have to find a way to make a living, I can’t let you support me. In the past few days in Yituli River, I met that man from earlier, people call him ‘Iron Man’!…”
“Heh,” I chuckled, “You’re really shameless, an unemployed tourist and a scoundrel, daring to steal the name of a hero. Xiao Leng, do you know who Iron Man is? He’s Wang Jinxi, the oilfield hero of Daqing Oilfield!”
"I don't know, everyone calls him Iron Man, maybe because he's fearless? At Yituli Station, nobody can beat him," a prostitute, how could she know Wang Jinxi, even though the Yituli River is so close to the Daqing Oilfield: "Iron Man asked me to do business with him! What, Brother Zhang, you're asking what kind of business? It's selling fake tickets! Brother Zhang, you can't just say that, otherwise, I'll be in trouble again. Just now, Iron Man must have gotten into trouble, he was arrested by the police, and the police wanted him to confess his accomplices, so he led the police to the hotel. I walked right across from him, but he pretended not to know me. Don't you think he's a pretty decent guy? He's a swindler!"
"Ah," I exclaimed in surprise, "What, selling fake tickets? Nonsense! Xiao Leng, are you crazy for money? You'll do anything! Once you get caught by the police, you're in big trouble! Xiao Leng, can't you do something decent?"
"Doing honest work?" Xiao Leng retorted. "Brother Zhang, others may not know, but you should know best. I've tried honest work, but did I make any money?" I was speechless. Xiao Leng continued, "Brother Zhang, I wanted to do honest work, to run a clean business, to earn clean money honestly. But I didn't have the capital. I couldn't afford a shop, so I had to set up a stall on the street, but the city management wouldn't allow it. Selling vegetables at the market was like a battleground; I even lost my child while selling them. My husband went crazy from the stress, and now his mother is taking care of him. Living is worse than death. Brother Zhang, this is the result of my honest work—family ruined."
Silence!
The train sped along, the wheels clanging…
Silence!
A withered tree flashed past the window, the fields shrouded in gloom…
Silence!
…
"Um, um," after a long pause, Xiao Leng cleared her throat and continued, "Brother Zhang, let's not talk about the distant past, just look at the present. I owe you so much money, and I don't know how I'm going to pay you back. My crazy husband at home still needs to buy medicine..."
Having experienced the Yituli River incident, once back in the provincial capital, Xiao Leng took up the business of selling counterfeit tickets. She spent her days mingling in the train station square, encountering all sorts of people. Sometimes she would even venture into the interior of China, and sometimes she would flee back in a sorry state, finding a public phone booth and pitifully begging me, "Brother Zhang, I got into trouble in Tianjin. All the men were taken in, but since I'm a woman, the police were relatively lenient with me, they just took my fingerprints." "They'll leave me with a criminal record, then they'll let me go. Brother Zhang, I'm so poor! I only have one yuan left. After this call, I won't have a penny left. Brother Zhang, I haven't had a drop of water since yesterday, I'm starving! Please help me!"
I rushed to the train station. Xiao Leng had been waiting in the phone booth the whole time. When she saw me, it was like seeing a savior. I snapped my fingers at her, and Xiao Leng followed behind me with a smile on her face. After a hearty meal, I took Xiao Leng to a bathhouse, ostensibly to welcome her back, but actually to have my way with her. In the heat of the moment, Xiao Leng hugged my neck and said affectionately, "Brother Zhang, give me a child!"
"What?" I was having a great time when I heard Xiao Leng's words and suddenly stopped, grinning and staring blankly at her. Xiao Leng pulled her bare legs together and squeezed my buttocks between them: "Brother Zhang, our son is lost. I really want another one. Let's have a child!"
"No way," I pushed Xiao Leng away without hesitation: "Life is already troublesome enough. I don't want to create more trouble!"
"I won't be a burden to you," Xiao Leng said sincerely: "Do you know how I feel when our son is lost, Brother Zhang? I really want to have a child with you. Don't worry, after the child is born, I'll take care of it myself. I won't ask you for a single penny!"
"Oh dear," I glanced at my watch and made an excuse to leave, "I have to go home. You can stay at the bathhouse for now. I'll come see you again the day after tomorrow when I'm free!"
What an unforgettable, romantic, and absurd period it was! Xiao Leng was making a living at the train station, and I had practically become a petty hoodlum in the station square, emanating a unique, complex smell only found near train stations—a mixture of yellow sand, coal dust, steam, and car exhaust. At the same time, I was also experiencing a different kind of life firsthand! During this time, I met all sorts of people: streetwalkers with similar experiences to Xiao Leng; a ping-pong master who killed someone because of a scandal in the sports world; a shrewd but unkempt bandit with amazing skills; a talkative old man from the puppet Manchukuo regime who scavenged leftovers in state-run restaurants; an unlucky Kuomintang officer; a stuttering idiot; a silly chess puzzle setter...
The illegal life of selling counterfeit tickets had its share of embarrassment and humiliation, but also its golden season of harvest. As the Spring Festival approached, Xiao Leng made a fortune. She pulled out a wad of banknotes and handed them to me to repay her past debts: "Brother Zhang, I'll pay you back in installments. Here, this is the first installment!"
I refused to accept it, but Xiao Leng wouldn't have it: "If you don't pay back what you owe, you'll feel neither salty nor sweet!"
"Alright then," I accepted the money and led Xiao Leng into a jewelry store. Xiao Leng knew my intention and refused, saying, "Brother Zhang, I'm a poor soul, I don't deserve to wear jewelry. If I wear it, I really won't dare go out!"
I bought Xiao Leng a sparkly, faceted artificial gemstone necklace for two thousand yuan. A woman's love of beauty is innate. Even though she said she wouldn't buy it, once she put it around her neck, Xiao Leng repeatedly examined herself in the mirror, her pale face showing a happy and sweet smile as she opened her lips, which had probably been used to suck on countless penises.
To avoid the police and their informants, Xiao Leng frequently traveled between various small hotels. So, I stayed in almost every small hotel near the station. We passionately embraced in our cramped, so-called single rooms, fucking each other wildly. When we were tired and had enough, we'd randomly slip into a small pub, drinking beer while listening to Xiao Leng tell her latest adventure stories!
“Hey,” sometimes I would interrupt Xiao Leng’s narration, chiming in with a question: “Xiao Leng, where do you get your fake tickets from? The variety is amazing! From soft sleeper berths to unreserved tickets, you name it, they have it all. And they can get any train you want. I bet your fake ticket workshop is quite large!”
“Well, I don’t know,” Xiao Leng would shake his head incessantly whenever I asked about this. I couldn’t believe it; after being in this business for so long, he still didn’t know where the tickets came from? Pressed by my persistent questioning, Xiao Leng said seriously, “Brother Zhang, it’s better you don’t know about this. Otherwise, it won’t do you or me any good!”
Heh, judging from his tone and demeanor, he seemed like a skilled underground party member, unable to reveal even the slightest information to his closest confidants for the organization’s safety! Damn, you’re doing pretty well. But in the beginning, it was I who unintentionally brought you into this business. Without Yitulihe, how would you, Xiao Leng, have known about the fake ticket trade?
The appearance of one man shattered my peaceful yet absurd life with Xiao Leng. He was none other than Yi Tulihe, the very same Yi Tulihe who had brought Xiao Leng on this trip, only to be caught red-handed by the police, and who even arrogantly impersonated the hero Wang Jinxi. He was a vagrant from another province with a thick beard, nicknamed—Iron Man!
Damn it, I never expected to encounter another rival. It seems I should do something to possess Xiao Leng forever. What should I do? Stay tuned for the next chapter.
Chapter Nine: Jealousy Leads to Hiring Thugs to Beat Up a Prostitute; Genuine Feelings Develop for a Client.
"Why isn't he making money in Yi Tulihe? What's he thinking, coming all the way to the provincial capital?" From Iron Man's eyes, I could clearly sense that this man had ill intentions and was largely after Xiao Leng! Xiao Leng explained, "He has a criminal record in Yitulihe and can't make a living there anymore, so he had to come to the provincial capital to make a living!"
Xiao Leng seemed to sense my thoughts, so he invited Tie Ren to dinner. At the table, Xiao Leng showed me unusual intimacy and repeatedly told Tie Ren, "Brother Zhang is my everything, my savior. Without Brother Zhang, I don't know what would be happening to me now; maybe I'd still be in a labor camp doing manual labor!"
That dinner was very unpleasant for everyone; it ended badly. A week later, Tie... Someone asked Xiao Leng to pass on a message, saying they wanted to treat me to dinner. As a way of thanking Xiao Leng for treating them last time, I reluctantly accepted after being persuaded by Xiao Leng. At the dinner, Tie Ren reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick wad of hundred-yuan bills, and solemnly pushed it in front of me. I was puzzled by his intention. Tie Ren, with his hand on the bills and expressionless, explained: "Xiao Leng told me that over the years, she not only owes you many favors but also a lot of money. I'm paying her off for you! This is all my savings. See if it's enough. If not, please forgive me for a while, and I'll try to get more!"
"What does this mean?" I pushed the banknotes away. "Why should you pay back Xiao Leng's money? You—you…"
"Friend, listen to me," Iron Man said, making me both angry and amused. "We met in the Yituli River. I brought Xiao Leng into this world. According to the rules of the underworld, if a master takes in a female apprentice, the female apprentice must become the master's wife. This is an old rule that has existed since before liberation. You don't understand. Listen to Xiao Leng, you're not one of us! Besides, you have a family, a wife, and children. How can Xiao Leng always be with you like this? So, I want to take Xiao Leng as my wife!…"
"Ha ha," I sneered. "Enough nonsense. Xiao Leng is mine. If you know what's good for you, get back to your Yituli River. Otherwise, you'll be humiliated in public!"
"Thanks for your warning. I can't afford to mess with you. I'm from out of town, with no roots, no connections, no money, and no influence to call for a fight. However," Iron Man's tone was very gentle, "with your status and family background, why would you want to associate with people like us? You should know better than me what Xiao Leng does. In every way, she's not good enough for you. Heh," Iron Man said self-deprecatingly, "we're actually a good match, we're birds of a feather..."
"I'm willing. I'll say it again, go back to your hometown!"
"Show some respect," Iron Man finally snapped, ripping open his shirt to reveal several bruises across his dark chest. "If I were afraid of being beaten, I wouldn't be in this business! I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to kick me back to the Yituli River!"
Iron Man's words enraged me. For the sake of a prostitute, I impulsively went to a gangster boss. The boss chuckled upon hearing my story: "Brother Zhang, not to be sarcastic, but you're becoming less and less classy, getting jealous over a whore. What Iron Man said makes sense, you're definitely not in their league. Don't bother with them. Who are they anyway? They're no better than beggars. Fighting them is beneath you. So, I can't help you with this!" Since
the boss wouldn't beat him up, I went to Di Ba Zi. He didn't care about class; he'd do anything for money. When the local bastard saw me, he once again dipped his little finger in the saliva at the corner of his mouth and swore that he hadn't reported Xiao Leng. I waved my hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. I've always repaid evil with kindness. You know best what you did. I'm not in the mood to talk about this with you today. Can you hit someone for me?"
“No problem,” Di Ba Zi said, his little finger immediately stopping its shaking, patting his chest confidently. “Old Zhang, tell me, who did he hit? What does he look like? Hmm, he’s a fake ticket seller, always hanging around the train station, his face is pretty dark, he even has a beard. Okay, I’ve got it. You can wait for my message at home. I’ll get this Iron Man into the hospital tomorrow!”
The next afternoon, as usual, I took a taxi to the train station to meet Xiao Leng. The taxi driver was listening to the traffic radio, saying that a brawl had broken out near the train station. Five or six young men had attacked a middle-aged man, but the result was surprising: the middle-aged man, alone, calmly fought back. They beat five or six young men, sending them scattering in all directions. Two of them were left limping, and the police, who arrived after being alerted, stuffed them into a police car. When the police went to arrest the middle-aged man, he was nowhere to be found. "Damn it," I cursed inwardly, "idiots, five or six of them couldn't even take down one person. This fight is a disgrace to the provincial capital!"
When I arrived at the station, Xiao Leng had suddenly disappeared. The old lady at the small hotel handed me a note. Unfolding it, I found a bankbook wrapped inside. The note was covered in crooked handwriting—Xiao Leng's astonishing calligraphy: "Brother Zhang, for everyone's peace, especially for..." For your safety, I had to leave you, leave the provincial capital, and go with Iron Man to make a living in the interior. I persuaded Iron Man, and at the same time, I promised him I would live with him. Otherwise, he wouldn't let you go, because you had someone beat him up, but didn't seriously injure him. This was the first time I'd seen him fight; he's really skilled, five or six people couldn't defeat him!
Brother Zhang, after I persuaded him, even though you beat him up, Iron Man doesn't want to settle scores with you anymore. He wants to be your friend. Having more friends means having more options, especially for those who travel the world; they should make many friends. This savings book is a gift from Iron Man. If you don't want it, keep it for your little sister. In our line of work, we can't carry money or bankbooks. If we get caught one day, everything will be confiscated, and all our previous work will be for nothing…” As I read on, I almost jumped out of my skin: “Brother Zhang, I have a secret. I'm pregnant with your child… Brother Zhang, you're an educated man. When you have time, think it over carefully and come up with a good name for our child. What should we call a boy? What should we call a girl?… Remember that? Don't forget…” My God, a cold sweat broke out on my back, and my hand holding the note trembled: God, what have I done! Thinking of my own blood crystallizing into a poor little life inside a prostitute, I felt a strange sense of guilt. I felt I had wronged this little bastard. Retribution, retribution! This is all the retribution for my womanizing! I thought of Xiao Leng again, an even more pitiful woman, struggling to make a living. Thinking about her, my vision suddenly blurred: Alas, this mother and son, homeless and destitute, how will they survive? "Brother Zhang, my body is too dirty, too lowly, I'm not good enough for you, not even as your lover. Forget me! I'm going to the interior. Staying in the provincial capital all the time will cause trouble. We got a batch of tickets from inside the interior, departing from Yanzhou Station. Brother Zhang, where is Yanzhou? How far is it from here? I have no idea. You've traveled all over the country, you must know where Yanzhou is, and which province she's from!
Brother Zhang, I don't know how long it will be before I return. Take good care of yourself. If I really come back, I'll contact you. My dearest Xiao Leng!"
I wiped away my tears, painfully closing my eyes. Xiao Leng's voice and smile reappeared in my mind: Yanzhou, for her, was an utterly unfamiliar place. How was she doing there? Has it gone wrong again? Pregnant and in jail? No, no, this can't be, it's too terrible…
“Hmph, damn it,” I sat alone in the tavern, repeatedly reading the letter Xiao Leng had written to me, while simultaneously downing bottle after bottle of beer. In my drunken reverie, I pushed the bottle away: “Xiao Leng, I can't bear to lose you, I must have you! I can't let you run around like this anymore. In the future, I'll support you and the baby! I still have the ability!”
Thinking of the bastard in Xiao Leng's belly, I couldn't control myself any longer, and tears welled up in my eyes again. I staggered to the waiting room, bought a platform ticket, and slipped onto the platform. Whoosh—a train was pulling in. I stared through my drunken eyes: Sankeshu—Heze! Hmm, this train should pass through Yanzhou. So, without thinking much, I stepped onto the train, drifting off to find Xiao Leng in the interior!
"Yanzhou Station has arrived!" I don't know how much time had passed when the train conductor's long shout woke me from my sleep: "What? Yanzhou has arrived? Oh dear, I've arrived!"
Yanzhou Station was quietly shrouded in the thin mist of the early morning. I dragged my tired body and wandered around the entrance of the waiting room, looking left and right for Xiao Leng's figure.
"Brother Zhang," a familiar female voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Xiao Leng standing in the cold wind, looking at me with a mixture of surprise and joy. In the blink of an eye, she rushed forward: "When did you arrive? Oh, Brother Zhang, you missed me! Quick," Xiao Leng glanced around warily, "Quick, come with me. If Iron Man sees us, it'll be troublesome, and we'll have to fight again!"
"I'm afraid of him, but I want to test my skills against him."
"Brother Zhang, don't be reckless. You really can't beat him. It's not worth getting hurt!"
After turning left and right, Xiao Leng led me into a small hotel. We sat side by side on the narrow bed. I took out a piece of paper: "Xiao Leng, is what you said true? You're really pregnant, pregnant with my child?"
"Brother Zhang, would I lie to you!" Xiao Leng grabbed my hand, lifted her shirt, and placed my hand on her lower abdomen. I gently stroked it, and sure enough, her once flat abdomen was swollen. I sighed in despair: "Alas, it's over, what a disaster!"
“Brother Zhang,” Xiao Leng said, scratching my hand in confusion, “What do you mean? Why are you sighing? I’ve already said I’ll raise the child myself, I won’t be a burden to you!”
“Get rid of him/her,” I said in a commanding tone, “Xiao Leng, if you truly care about the child, don’t let him/her come into this filthy, sinful world. Get rid of the child. What’s there to cherish in this world? Don’t you feel so tired of living? So undignified and shameless? You’ve already humiliated the world to the point of having nowhere to stand, do you want the child to continue to suffer the humiliation of the world? If you give birth to the child, how will the world look at him/her? A bastard, a little bastard?”
"No, no, I won't!" Xiao Leng, who was always incredibly obedient and unconditionally compliant, shook her head firmly this time. "I want a child! I absolutely must have a child! I can't live without a child!... No matter what you say, it's better to be alive! I'm like this now, I've given up, I'll raise the child well, I want him/her to go to school, to be educated, to become a decent person, a person with dignity!"
"Easier said than done, you're too naive," I grabbed Xiao Leng and roughly pulled her towards the door. "Come on, come with me to the hospital, get rid of the child, don't let him/her suffer in this world!"
"No," Xiao Leng struggled with all her might, and we began to wrestle and grumble in the narrow, cold room. In the chaos, the door creaked open, a flash of cold light appeared, and I turned my head, startled: It was him? Iron Man!
"You little brat, you've chased me all the way here, huh? But Yanzhou isn't your place to be so cocky anymore. I'll teach you a lesson!" With that, Iron Man brandished his machete, gritting his teeth as he lunged at me. I released Xiao Leng and cried out in despair, "Help! Murder!"
"Hey, sir, sir," the tavern waiter gently shook my arm, waking me from my reverie. "Sir, wake up. If you want to sleep, go to the inn. Please settle your bill; we're closing up!"
I struggled to my feet, paid the bill, and stumbled out of the tavern, my head spinning, wandering the empty station square. After that, I went to the train station a few more times, and from the homeless, I learned the following: Xiao Leng had several more mishaps within the Great Wall; later, she indeed gave birth to a baby girl, a fair-skinned and delicate woman. Using the baby as cover, she continued her life selling counterfeit tickets, and her luck turned around, no longer experiencing frequent mishaps; then, a streetwalker told me that Xiao Leng had made a fortune, dealing in heroin, and bought a villa in the suburbs; finally, Xiao Leng had another mishap, Iron Man went to jail, and although she unexpectedly escaped, she was wanted nationwide.
From then on, whether she was dead, alive, or captured, Xiao Leng disappeared without a trace!
"The woman said, '
Farming can't even support a family, let alone provide a stable life; going to the city to do small business is incredibly difficult, not only subjecting one to bullying by local thugs and ruffians, but also to endless taxes and fees, ultimately leading to family ruin; selling one's body is also problematic, as one's physical condition is too poor, not to mention one's appearance, due to malnutrition, one is thin and frail, who would want to patronize such a woman? What to do? To survive, one has no choice but to do the most despicable things, licking men's penises all day long, allowing clients to humiliate one at will, even then it's not enough, and one is taken to the police station.
Alas—what other way is there for the poor to live? It seems that only illegal activities are possible!' " (From a post by topone: When I was 16, I lived in a large city in the west. My mother worked in the municipal government, and my father was a soldier, often away from home. My

mother had a close friend named Zhang Li, twelve years younger than her, thirty-six that year, who worked in the municipal cultural bureau. Aunt Zhang Li's husband was a businessman, also frequently traveling for work.) So Aunt Zhang and her twelve-year-old daughter stayed at our house almost every day, sometimes even overnight if they chatted late. To outsiders, we were like family. Aunt Zhang would chat with my mother about adult topics every day, while her daughter, Yang Lan, would always play in my room. I remember clearly that on the evening of July 8, 1995, around 8 PM, I came home from evening self-study. Aunt Zhang was trying on a new dress that my mother and I had bought together. Her hair was wet, clearly she had just showered. Because she was at home with my mother, she wasn't wearing a bra, and under the light, I could immediately see the outline of her breasts, perky and trembling under the thin fabric. At 16, I suddenly felt a strange tension, my penis instantly became erect, and I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding wildly. "Quan Quan (my nickname) is back! What do you think of the clothes Aunt Zhang bought? Do they look good?" Aunt Zhang turned around and asked me. My face flushed red. Luckily, the lights in the house weren't too bright, or it would have been truly embarrassing. I tried my best to hide my panic and answered her in a slightly trembling voice, "It looks good." "I told your mom to buy one too, but she just won't." "How can my figure fit into a dress like that! Quan Quan, what are you dawdling for? Go take a shower!" Urged by my mother, I hurried to my room. As I passed Aunt Zhang and my mother, I deliberately covered my lower body with my schoolbag, because my erect penis was making a "small hill" in front of my crotch. Once I entered my room, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Aunt Zhang's daughter, Xiao Lan, had just finished showering and was lying on my bed reading my cartoon book, "Ding Ding's Adventures," wearing one of my large t-shirts. On her, my t-shirt was no longer a t-shirt but a nightgown. I wasn't paying much attention to Xiaolan; the image of Aunt Zhang's trembling breasts under her clothes was still in my mind. Lost in thought, I bent down to take slippers from under the bed to change. Just as I inadvertently looked up, I saw Xiaolan's feet, right in front of my face, spread apart. My t-shirt covered her little bottom, but only to the edge of her buttocks, between her two budding buttocks... Oh my god!!! She wasn't wearing anything. Yes, her genitals. This was the first time I had ever seen a real woman's genitals. I almost fell to the ground. Xiaolan subconsciously glanced back at me. Although she was twelve years old, her female instincts seemed to make her sense something. She smiled at me and closed her legs. I rushed into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my head, hoping to stop my thoughts from wandering, but Aunt Zhang's breasts and her daughter's legs were still vivid in my mind. Gradually, all I could think about was Aunt Zhang's daughter's genitals. Under the cold water, I asked myself, "What did I actually see? Two white buttocks, extending to the inner thighs, then a slit, and then what? It's just a slit, isn't it? Who puts their legs together? It's still just a slit, isn't it?" Thinking this, I finally concluded that I hadn't actually seen Xiao Lan's genitals. No! It should be said that Xiao Lan closed her legs before I could even clearly see them. Thinking about this, I felt stupid and foolish, regretful and unwilling, and also a little vulgar and filthy. Lost in fantasy and self-reproach, my hand moved faster and faster, and a large amount of semen spurted out… "Quan Quan, aren't you finished washing yet? Hurry up!" My mother called out from outside, urging me. I hurriedly dried myself off and was about to go out when I realized I had forgotten to bring a change of underwear. Luckily, there were some pajama bottoms hanging in the bathroom, so I went out wearing only the loose pajama bottoms. Aunt Zhang had changed out of her new dress and was helping her daughter get dressed in my room. It seemed they were leaving. I suddenly felt a strong sense of loss, so I leaned against the door and watched Aunt Zhang Li squatting on the floor putting shoes on Xiao Lan. Suddenly, I saw a semi-circular shape through Aunt Zhang's neckline, squeezed out by the edge of her black bra. In just an instant, my penis stirred again. Without the restraint of underwear, it stood erect below my lower abdomen. I immediately realized my embarrassing situation and was about to turn away when Aunt Zhang turned back. Her gaze fell directly on my groin. I knew she had clearly seen my erection, but she acted as if she hadn't seen anything. She stood up, patted my head, and said, "Lanlan wants to borrow your book to take home." I quickly replied that it was no problem. Thinking about it afterward, Aunt Zhang was really something; a simple sentence completely dispelled my embarrassment. Of course, my penis obediently "drooped its head"... That night, I couldn't sleep. It was the first time I'd had insomnia because of sex. I kept thinking about Aunt Zhang's breasts and her daughter's crotch. That night, I was exhausted because I kept masturbating while thinking about Aunt Zhang's breasts and her daughter's crotch. I masturbated eight times, and the last three times I couldn't ejaculate anymore... After Aunt Zhang and her daughter left, they suddenly didn't come to our house for a week. I was very worried, afraid that what happened that night had made them think something of me. Later I found out that Aunt Zhang had taken her daughter out on vacation. I kept hoping they would come back soon, even though I didn't know what the benefit would be, I still thought so. On July 16, 1995, I came home from school and heard Aunt Zhang's voice as soon as I opened the door. A sudden surge of joy filled me; I always avoided looking directly at Aunt Zhang during meals. After lunch, Aunt Zhang said that Xiao Lan didn't have school in the afternoon and could stay at our house to watch TV. Hearing this, my heart suddenly pounded… On my way to school that afternoon, I hesitated for a long time. Just as I reached the school gate, I suddenly turned around and headed home. Xiao Lan was watching a boring TV show on our big sofa. Seeing me return, she asked curiously, "Brother Quan Quan, why are you back?" "Oh, we don't have school this afternoon either. I came back to keep you company!" "Okay! Okay!" "What are you watching on TV?" I said, then plopped down on the sofa. "I don't know, it's totally boring!" "How about we play cards?" "Okay!" I pulled out a deck of cards, and Xiao Lan happily sat cross-legged opposite me, asking, "What are we going to win?" "Money, of course!" "Huh? I don't have any money!" I pretended to think for a moment, then said, "Then let's tickle your feet!"

"No! I'm ticklish!"
"If I win, I'll tickle you three times; if you win, you'll tickle me ten times, okay?"
Xiao Lan thought for a moment and agreed.
I won the first round without any mercy. Xiao Lan screamed and ran away from the sofa. I rushed over, grabbed the girl around the waist, and pressed my already erect penis tightly against her writhing hips. Xiao Lan laughed and tried to break free, but the more she struggled, the more her little bottom rubbed against my penis. I almost ejaculated in my pants.
"Have mercy! Have mercy!!" Xiao Lan laughed breathlessly, begging for mercy repeatedly.
"If you lose, you lose. No cheating." Xiao Lan suddenly turned around in my arms and started to act coquettishly. "Hmm, I don't want to be tickled on the soles of my feet!"
"Then what do you suggest?"
"Tickling my armpits."
"Okay!" I turned Xiao Lan around and reached my hands from behind to her chest. Oh my god! Her newly developed nipples trembled in my hands.
"Hahaha... It's so itchy! No, no, not even under the armpits!"
"Then spank me!"
"Okay, okay, spank me, spank me!"
I gently placed Xiaolan on the sofa, my hands trembling as I covered the little girl's buttocks. Xiaolan suddenly turned to look at me, which startled me. I thought Xiaolan was alert, but unexpectedly, Xiaolan said to me, "Don't hit me too hard!"
I breathed a sigh of relief: "I won't, Xiaolan is so good, how could I bear to? Let's not spank her, just touch her!" After saying that, I looked at Xiaolan's reaction. There was nothing wrong, so I pinched Xiaolan's two buttocks with both hands and started rubbing them. Suddenly, a sound like a groan, which didn't sound like a little girl, came from her throat.
"How is it? Doesn't it hurt?"
"Mmm."
"Is it comfortable?"
"Mmm." Xiaolan obediently lay there, showing no intention of letting me stop. So I increased the intensity of my kneading, feeling the two buttocks being spread apart and closed again… I really wanted to free a hand to hold my throbbing penis, but I couldn't bear to leave the little girl's bottom. I wished I had three hands…
Suddenly, Xiao Lan sat up, her face slightly flushed. I was also a little nervous; there seemed to be an indescribable sense of oppression in the air… I gently choked my dry throat, trying hard not to let my voice tremble: “Again!”
In the quiet second round, I deliberately lost to Xiao Lan. She immediately forgot the strange feeling from before and pounced on me, shouting, “Sole of my foot! Sole of my foot!”
I grabbed Xiao Lan's hand tightly and said, “Spare me, I'm even more ticklish than you!”
Xiao Lan happily cried out, “No! No!”
“Alright, I'll go all out! But next time I spank you, I can't do it like I did before!”
"No, just like before!" I exclaimed in surprise, but my intuition told me that the little girl was just feeling comfortable and had no other desires, so I went along with it: "No! If you lose again, I'll pull down your pants and spank you!"
"Fine! Then let me tickle your feet."
I gritted my teeth and endured ten tickles from Xiao Lan. Several times, when I couldn't take it anymore, Xiao Lan and I rolled around on the sofa. Strangely enough, I lost the next two rounds in a row, and Xiao Lan danced with joy...
Finally, I won. Xiao Lan pressed her lips to the sofa, and suddenly everything became quiet...

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