[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - Episode 13

Chapter 22.

Sex, in the lives of the wealthy, is like a game. Models, celebrities. The rich use their money to buy the right to have sex with women of all levels and appearances. The more money and power they have, the higher their sexual privileges. It is precisely because of their attitude towards sexual entertainment that scandals like the Edison Chen photo scandal occurred. Celebrities, high-ranking officials, millionaires, and various second-generation rich kids all treat sex as a game, and the photos and videos are like game saves.

But among the poor struggling in Beijing, working hard for hope yet also struggling to make ends meet, sex is often more like a campfire for mutual comfort and warmth. They don't have much money; after a month of hard work, they're practically broke after food, clothing, and shelter. In their early twenties, from the time they had a vague understanding of sex in middle school, they were taught by parents and teachers that sex is a tiger and they shouldn't have early relationships. Many were brainwashed and spent their loveless student years in a daze. When they graduate and start working, allowing for relationships, their meager wages, barely enough to make ends meet, are simply insufficient to cover the expenses of dating. They're at the age where they should be dating, yet they're left without love. This applies to the boys, but for the girls, Beijing is a beauty filter. Girls from all over the country, hailed as little beauties and princesses from childhood, mostly flock to Beijing through art schools or other channels. Many of them possess angelic faces and devilish figures—alluring, round hips, soft breasts, and slender legs. They are the apple of their parents' eyes, carrying their parents' expectations and bearing the same pressure. So, to earn money and become famous, they turn themselves into commodities, placed on a shelf for powerful others to choose from. This is their shortcut to achieving a better life. For those girls with average looks, they can only survive in this city by enduring hardship like boys. They lack striking appearances and sexy figures, existing in every corner of the city—whether as restaurant waitresses, supermarket cashiers, or small company employees. Their biggest dream is to find a partner to rely on, to share the burden of life in Beijing. Encountering love or even a romantic encounter is a luxury they can only dream of. Their demands for sex and love are simple and pure; it's precisely because life lacks so many impurities that sex and love seem even purer.

Wang Na is an ordinary girl's name. In Beijing, there are probably hundreds, even thousands, of Wang Nas, and one of them is the receptionist at Erlong Company.

She comes from a rural area in Shanxi Province. Like many of her peers, she grew up listening to the song "I Love Beijing: The Grand Mansion Gate," and has always longed for Beijing. No matter how hard or difficult life is, just being able to survive in Beijing is a dream come true for her.

Wang Na is relatively lucky. After graduating from a third-tier college in the provincial capital, she managed to obtain a diploma, which allowed her to avoid the lower-status jobs like her fellow villagers, such as domestic helpers or others. Instead, she applied for a receptionist position at a job fair. Although the income is meager, barely enough for food and lodging, the boss and his wife treat her well, and Wang Na is content.

For a girl like her, struggling in a foreign land, love seemed like a distant dream. But just two weeks ago, she met her Prince Charming.

The boy was about her age and had come to the company to discuss business. It seemed he wanted to partner with the boss on a project to sell goods, but the boss refused, deeming his products unprofitable. The boy came several times, greeting her each time. Wang Na had never encountered a manager greeting her before, which made her feel flattered. They

gradually became familiar. He was tall and thin, wearing glasses and appearing refined and cultured. He was humorous and approachable, unlike the aloofness of other managers. Wang Na didn't expect anything to happen between them, but the boy was very thoughtful. Each time he came, he brought her snacks and small gifts, and gradually he started inviting her to meals and movies. Wang Na was delighted to discover that the boy seemed to like her.

Wang Na grew up listening to the song "I Love Beijing, That Grand Mansion," and had seen the five great red cloths rising against the eastern sunrise countless times on television since childhood. Yet, despite living in Beijing for so long, she had never seen one. Although she lived not far from the company, because her boss and his wife treated her well, Wang Na took on more work than usual—besides receptionist, she was also a secretary, and even a stock clerk, clerk, and cashier. The small company couldn't afford many employees, so she did as much as she could, leaving early and returning late every day, thinking it was to repay her boss and his wife's kindness. She

didn't have time to watch the sunrise during work hours, and on her occasional days off, she just wanted to sleep, so she had even less chance.

One day, Wang Na casually mentioned to the young business manager that she wanted to see the sunrise. Unexpectedly, the next morning before dawn, the boy called to wake her up and drove her to see it. Wang Na watched the sky slowly lighten, a red sun rise, and a dashing figure, carrying a large red cloth, tossed it into the clear sky in the biting wind, accompanied by a solemn melody, as the large cloth rose gracefully.

At that moment, she cried in the boy's arms. She cried because she was moved by seeing him rise, and because she felt proud to be a Chinese! At the same time, she was deeply moved by the boy's warmth. Like her, struggling alone in a foreign land, living in poverty and insecurity, in a basement, she could barely send money home each month despite her frugal lifestyle, and she couldn't save any money herself. She was even afraid to go to the hospital when she was sick, relying on hot water and burying herself under the covers to heal. Wang Na longed for someone to care for her, and she had found it.

After seeing him, the boy took her home, and Wang Na could no longer suppress her impulses. Whether it was admiration or gratitude, in that damp little basement room, she gave herself to the boy in a daze.

At that moment, Wang Na experienced for the first time the immense pleasure of being possessed by a man. The boy's strong body pressed against her; the room was cold, but her body felt like it was on fire. She spread her legs and embraced the boy's strong body. The moment his hard, thick penis entered Wang Na's body, she couldn't help but cry out in excitement. This was not only a fulfilling sexual experience, but also a comforting warmth. The boy's hard member rubbed rapidly inside her, and his large, calloused hands roughly kneaded her body. Although she didn't know how to respond to a man, she felt that he was very satisfied with her. In Wang Na's extreme excitement,

the boy ejaculated his thick semen onto her buttocks. Wang Na was the kind of girl with a very sturdy build; her buttocks, though not large, were quite wide. In the past, in the village, it was said that women with large buttocks were good at bearing children, and that buttocks were a symbol of femininity, representing strong desires. This had made Wang Na the target of much ridicule from her sisters, and her wide buttocks made her feel inferior during puberty. But when the boy said he liked her buttocks, liked the feeling of holding such large buttocks, Wang Na felt comforted.

After their sexual encounter, Wang Na and the young man, both seeking solace in each other's loneliness, found their hearts intertwined—at least, that's what Wang Na thought. From the moment he inserted his penis into her shy, tender vagina, Wang Na gave him her heart.

Lying naked in bed, they talked about their ideals and lives. The young man said he liked Wang Na and, after earning enough money in Beijing, wanted her to be his girlfriend, even his wife, with a bunch of babies, living happily ever after. She learned that the young man was very capable, achieving some success shortly after starting his career. Currently, Wang Na's boss was crucial to his future development, but Erlong was unwilling to help him with this favor. The young man begged Wang Na to speak to the boss for him, saying that with money, he would have the confidence to pursue Wang Na. Wang Na happily agreed, thinking that helping him was helping herself. If she could truly become his girlfriend as he said, she would be the happiest person.

Following the young man's instructions, Wang Na stammered and spoke to Erlong several times, but the boss grew impatient, telling her not to meddle in things that weren't her business. Wang Na was discouraged; she hadn't completed the task her fiancé had given her.

The boy gradually came less often, but he still frequently asked her out to dinner and even booked a hotel room twice. Wang Na wasn't a promiscuous girl; she was very traditional. But she was willing to have sex with this boy; she saw him as her future support, and she figured it was just a matter of time.

Today, Wang Na was busy at the front desk, with a pile of forms to complete, when her boss, Erlong, returned to the company drunk. She quickly made him a strong cup of tea and brought it inside.

Wang Na pushed open the door to the general manager's office, only to find Erlong, his face flushed and clearly drunk, leaning against the sofa, his hand rubbing his crotch. Having already experienced the effects of a man's large member, Wang Na's face flushed instantly. She quickly placed the teacup on the coffee table, not daring to look at Erlong, and said blankly, "Manager, I've put the tea here for you."

She turned to leave,

but Erlong stopped her. "Wang Na, hand me the teacup." Wang Na had no choice but to turn around and hand him the tea, but unexpectedly, Erlong grabbed her hand. Startled, Wang Na cried out, "Ah!" and the teacup slipped from her hand, spilling the entire cup of tea onto Erlong's pants.

Erlong yelped in pain from the burn, pushing Wang Na away while wiping himself up and complaining, "What are you doing? What are you doing? These pants cost thousands of yuan, and they're all ruined!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wang Na said, seeing Erlong's anger, and hurriedly grabbed a tablecloth to wipe his pants. Unexpectedly, Erlong suddenly pulled Wang Na into his arms. Wang Na, who was just over 1.6 meters tall, was a perfect match for Erlong.

"Wang Na, stop wiping, it won't get any better. Just give me your body instead," Erlong said, his hand reaching into her sweater, his lips pursed as he tried to kiss her.

Wang Na was terrified, pushing Erlong away forcefully, turning her head to avoid his alcohol-smelling mouth. "Manager, please, please, please, I'll pay for your pants,"

Wang Na pleaded, her voice trembling with tears. "I don't want you to pay for my pants, I want you to take your pants off! Come with me once, okay?"

The drunken Erlong grinned lewdly, holding Wang Na's trembling body, kissing her fair face repeatedly, his hand already inside her sweater, grasping her firm breasts.

"Damn, those tits are fucking firm, unlike my old hag, whose tits are all squashed flat by other men. Damn it, hurry up, make me feel good." Erlong's

hands were grabbing Wang Na's breasts haphazardly. Wang Na was even more terrified, desperately trying to dodge, but she was no match for Erlong.

"Manager, I beg you, let me go, let me go!" Wang Na cried and begged for mercy, but Erlong had already started pulling down her pants. Wang Na clung tightly to the belt of her jeans, preventing him from taking them off. If her pants were pulled down, everything would be over. Erlong usually treated Wang Na quite well and never had any improper thoughts about her; why was he acting so recklessly after drinking today?

Erlong wrapped one arm around Wang Na's waist and used the other to undo her belt, cursing as he did so, "Damn it, that girl was a total slut. She made me drink too much, and I didn't even get to fuck her. Wang Na, for the sake of how I usually take care of you, let me release some pent-up energy, just once, okay?"

"No!"

Wang Na screamed, but she couldn't stop Erlong from using his brute force to pull down her pants. Wang Na looked at the lustful manager in horror, her two snow-white legs tightly pressed together, her hands gripping her pink knitted panties tightly—her last line of defense.

When Erlong reached out to pull down her panties, Wang Na screamed and kicked her legs, kicking Erlong in the stomach and pushing him away. Erlong was really desperate. He pulled down his pants, took out his hard penis, and pounced on Wang Na's half-naked body like a hungry tiger, forcefully pulling open her sweater, tearing off her bra, burying his head in her chest, and biting her nipples.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Wang Na was in excruciating pain from Erlong's bite. As she loosened her grip, Erlong seized the opportunity to spread Wang Na's snow-white legs and force his way inside. Wang Na could only try to close her legs tightly, kicking and thrashing. Fortunately, Wang Na grew up in the countryside, and her legs were strong and resilient, allowing her to hold out for a while, but she was still exhausted from Erlong's ministrations.

Erlong was about to succeed, and he became even more vigorous, frantically biting at Wang Na's tender breasts, panting and slurring, "Wang Na, give in to me, I'll give you a raise, I'll rent you a place, okay? Promise me this once, and I promise I won't bother you again, okay? Let me release my pent-up desire, let me release my pent-up desire." Erlong's brute force had left Wang Na somewhat exhausted; she didn't know how much longer she could endure it. At this moment, Erlong was completely drunk and incoherent; he was absolutely not going to let her go. Wang Na wavered. Although she still curled her legs together and struggled desperately, she timidly asked, "Do you mean it?"

Erlong, sensing an opportunity, stopped and nodded frantically. Wang Na cried, tears streaming down her face. She silently repeated the boy's name, "Don't blame me, don't blame me. I promise I'll never give myself to anyone else again."

Wang Na steeled herself and said to Erlong, "You...you have to promise me one thing."

Erlong thought, "Damn it, my dick's about to burst. I'd agree to ten things, let alone one." He quickly said, "Go ahead, what is it?"

"You...you have to promise to cooperate with Xiao Liu from Jinguang Paper Industry and take him on projects." This was Wang Na's final request. At the moment she was about to be raped, she used the promise the boy had entrusted to her as leverage against the man who was about to rape her.

Erlong was stunned. He never expected his company's receptionist to plead for the business manager. He felt a sense of satisfaction and said, "Damn it, that kid really hooked up with the receptionist. He was flirting with her at his own company, and now he's flirting with our Wang Na. Fine, Wang Na, I agree, but don't regret it. That kid's a scoundrel, don't let him fool you." "

I don't regret it," Wang Na said, relieved. She was truly exhausted, she couldn't take it anymore. Erlong had worn her out, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Wang Na lay on the sofa, raising her arm to cover her face, silently weeping as Erlong stripped her naked.

Erlong, just like he had done with Xiao Liu that day, knelt beneath her, parted Wang Na's legs, and pressed down on her.

Wang Na felt her tender vulva being pried open between her legs, her delicate, sticky labia coming into contact with the cold air. She felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver, then felt something warm and hard push in. Erlong's penis was small, not nearly as full as Xiao Liu's, yet it felt like a sharp thorn piercing her heart.

The moment Erlong inserted his penis into Wang Na's tender vagina, he felt immense satisfaction. This girl was so damn tender; although there was no blood, her little cunt was pink and clean, with only a long, clear slit in the middle, unlike his wife's cunt, which was dark and messy. Inside, her little cunt was tight, but there was plenty of lustful fluid, slippery and warm. Wang Na curled her legs, and Erlong, supporting her knees, spread them apart, kneeling beneath her and beginning to thrust wildly.

Wang Na gritted her teeth, feeling utterly humiliated. Rural families were very traditional; Wang Na's grandmother, mother, aunts, uncles, and sisters all only made love to their husbands for the first time on their wedding night, giving themselves to the men of their lives. But she was so wanton, first having sex with that boy, and now being raped by the manager—what an insult this was for a girl! Erlong, having sex with Wang Na's snow-white body and seeing her biting her lip in humiliation, became even more vigorous. He didn't care how important a girl's virginity was to her; he only cared about venting his lust.

"Damn it, make a sound, make a sound for me," Erlong said,

holding Wang Na's round, snow-white legs as he fucked her tender little cunt. But Wang Na didn't make a sound. Her eyes were turned to the side, staring blankly at the ceiling, letting tears stream down her face.

Erlong was used to working with prostitutes, those prostitutes who would scream as if they had reached orgasm before even penetrating her. Wang Na's silence was quite unusual to him. Erlong sneered and said, "Fine, Wang Na, let's see how long you can last."

With that, Erlong picked up Wang Na's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Wang Na's legs were snow-white and straight, and hoisting them onto his shoulders only made him more aroused. Erlong gripped Wang Na's thighs tightly, forcefully thrusting his penis into her tender vagina, then began to pump rapidly and forcefully.

Wang Na couldn't withstand it. At first, she could endure it, but Erlong's ministrations made her extremely itchy down there. Although the shame remained, her body's instinctive desire grew stronger, urging him to penetrate even harder and last longer.

She was an innocent and naive girl. Although Erlong wasn't very capable, he still managed to make Wang Na pant and sweat profusely. Erlong thrust harder and harder, and Wang Na felt like she was being lifted to the heavens by the rapid movements of the piston inside her. After more than three minutes, Wang Na and Erlong reached orgasm together. The moment Erlong roared and ejaculated his thick semen into her body, Wang Na trembled in panic and hugged Erlong tightly.

The immense pleasure made Wang Na feel like she was floating on air. When she returned to earth, it wasn't just the huge contrast and pain of being raped that made her feel so bad. Just as she was crying, naked and trembling, pushing Erlong away with tears streaming down her face, the door to the general manager's office suddenly opened. Wang Na was terrified. A tall, beautiful, and delicate woman's face appeared in the doorway—it was Cheng Min! In just a second, Cheng Min slammed the door shut, followed by the rapid clatter of high heels.

Erlong panicked first, scrambling out from Wang Na's naked body, pulling on his pants and fastening his belt as he chased after her, leaving Wang Na alone, naked, hugging her smooth, white legs, her large buttocks sitting on the sofa amidst a pool of sticky, semen-stained flesh, sobbing alone in sorrow.

Cheng Min didn't even bother with Erlong's relentless pursuit. She walked out of the company gate, hailed a taxi, and left.

Her mind was in turmoil. She had been repeatedly taken advantage of by the young boss to ensure the company's operation. Who was she selling her body for? Wasn't it all for him and Erlong? She didn't care if Erlong patronized prostitutes, but today he had brazenly slept with the receptionist in the office!

Cheng Min cursed under her breath, thinking, "I don't care anymore. You, Erlong, can keep your dick to fuck other women, but I won't keep this hole for you either!" She first called the chat room moderator, telling her she wanted to see her. After hanging up, she suddenly felt a sense of fear. She had only chatted with that tall woman online, but who knew what she was really like in real life? Was she a man or a woman? Was she a law-abiding citizen or a gangster? She was uncertain, and then she thought of Cao Shan. Ever since their one-night stand in Beidaihe, Cao Shan had been avoiding her. To be honest, Cheng Min missed him.

At this moment, Cao Shan, still shaken, had run out of Apple and was sitting in a taxi, aimlessly staring out the window. Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Cheng Min. He frowned. At least for a while, he didn't have to run around to meet clients. Shen Si had promised him a considerable commission if the Apple deal went through. He didn't have to do things he didn't want to do for a living, so he had no obligation to use his penis to please female clients. But after all, Cheng Min was his first client, and also his first woman. He thought of Cheng Min's slender, tall figure, a perfect physique comparable to Lin Chi-ling's—the kind of elegant wife every man dreams of. Whether out of politeness or longing, he shouldn't refuse the call. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

) Cao Shan hesitated, his thumb moving back and forth between the central control button and the "c" button on the 5510i. After thinking it over, he finally answered the phone.

"Hello, Sister Cheng," Cao Shan called out to her habitually in a friendly tone.

"Little brother, what's up? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

Cheng Min spoke with a slight Northeastern accent, but her voice was delicate and pleasant.

"Nothing, just finished meeting a client. I'm in the car, I didn't hear it,"

Cao Shan said.

"Oh, nothing, I just missed you a little."

Those words were enough to make anyone's heart flutter. If it were anyone else, hearing such provocative words from the beautiful Cheng Min, they would have already rushed to meet her without hesitation—it's against all reason not to have sex, after all. But Cao Shan felt a chill run down his spine. His feelings for Cheng Min were conflicted. Cheng Min had a great figure, an absolutely top-tier beauty with impeccable style, a mature and sophisticated woman. He desired Cheng Min, yet felt guilty towards Zhang Ning. Cheng Min's hips were a bit small, her legs a bit thin, which didn't quite satisfy him, but her model-like figure, comparable to Lin Chi-ling, was irresistible.

"Oh, Sister Cheng, I'm at work," Cao Shan replied absentmindedly.

Since being raped by the small-time boss, Cheng Min had been arguing with Erlong for several days after returning home. With that bastard boss interfering, their marriage was impossible. Today, she had witnessed Erlong raping the receptionist in the office, making her even more upset. Cheng Min desperately wanted to meet Cao Shan, to see her long-awaited younger brother, to taste his large, satisfying penis that could soothe her wounded and empty heart, and to comfort her equally empty body.

"Cao Shan, are you avoiding me?"

Cheng Min asked, noticing Cao Shan's lukewarm response.

"No, no,"

Cao Shan replied, unsure how to answer.

"I know you look down on me,"

Cheng Min said in a pitiful tone, "I'm so much older than you, old and faded, aren't I?"

She thought back to the moment she saw Wang Na being ridden by her husband. Although Wang Na couldn't compare to her in figure or looks, she was so youthful, her skin so translucent, so firm and supple—something Cheng Min felt inferior to.

"No, no, you're a great beauty,"

Cao Shan said insincerely. Cheng Min was indeed a great beauty, but in Cao Shan's eyes, she was a ticking time bomb, a ticking time bomb between him and Zhang Ning. Cao Shan didn't want to escape, but could only proceed cautiously.

"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking. You're scared. I won't make things difficult for you. By the way, how about I introduce you to a friend? She's also very tall, let's get to know each other?"

Cheng Min originally wanted to seduce Cao Shan into bed today and have some fun, but seeing that Cao Shan wasn't interested, she knew he liked tall women, so she used that as bait. A while ago, she went to a forum for tall women, and the tall female moderator got along particularly well with her, and the more they talked, the more they discussed their respective preferences. She was pleasantly surprised to find that tall women are often more interested in short men. After thinking it over, she decided to meet her in person, but no matter what, it would be awkward for two women to meet in person for the first time, especially since they had chatted so thoroughly online. Inviting Cao Shan along might be much better.

Cao Shan, on the other hand, couldn't bear to refuse Cheng Min again, even though he knew she was playing hard to get, but he had no choice but to give her face and agreed.

Two days later, Cheng Min called Cao Shan again, saying she was meeting friends for dinner that evening and asked him to accompany her. Cao Shan couldn't refuse and had to agree.

Cheng Min was a lonely woman, which was why she went to that chat room for women and met the female moderator. The two women, sharing common interests and experiences, felt an instant connection and chatted about men. They sympathized with each other, both having unhappy marriages, unfaithful husbands, and a shared preference for thin, small men.

Just before meeting, Cheng Min and the moderator chatted privately again in the chat room, arranging a time and place, and discussing their most private romantic affairs. Cheng Min told her about Cao Shan, saying she had a one-night stand with a salesman—a short, thin guy with an unusually large penis and boundless energy, who gave her an intense, ecstatic experience. The moderator, intrigued, told her she also had her eye on a salesman, also thin and small, who was her husband's mistress's boyfriend, but she hadn't been able to seduce him despite several attempts. Cheng Min was also very excited. She hadn't expected this woman to share the same idea as her. She secretly thought how exciting it would be if Cao Shan agreed, with two tall women and two short men doing it together.

As evening fell and the streetlights came on, Gongti North Road was bustling with traffic. Trams and buses stopped and started to be announced by a friendly but mechanical female voice. Private cars, public cars, and luxury cars were all crammed onto the narrow road, crawling along towards their respective destinations.

In a high-end restaurant near the Workers' Stadium, two women at a corner table stood out. One was tall and slender, beautiful and elegant. Despite being a young woman, her height and figure rivaled that of a model, making her appear dignified and beautiful. The other was taller than her, even taller than any of the men in the restaurant. She was a year or two older, with a fuller figure and a larger build. While not conventionally beautiful, she possessed an outstanding aura, clearly a high-level white-collar worker, and had a unique charm. The two tall women chatted softly, their impressive height drawing attention from onlookers. Both were desirable targets for men.

The women's conversation inevitably revolved around those dirty topics, albeit in a more subtle and cute way. Things like "little baby," "little brother," and "little sister"—weren't they just big tits, big dicks, and little sluts?

When Cheng Min first met Wang Yimei, she felt genuinely nervous and awkward. After all, Wang Yimei's appearance wasn't exactly approachable, and her high-level white-collar demeanor created a sense of distance. But once they started chatting, she found Wang Yimei very approachable, which made Cheng Min feel much closer to her, and the initial awkwardness disappeared. Wang Yimei felt the same way. Seeing Cheng Min, in terms of appearance, figure, and temperament, she pictured Taiwanese supermodel Lin Chi-ling. Both were in their late twenties, but Cheng Min's looks and figure were in no way inferior to younger

, prettier girls. In Wang Yimei's mind, Cheng Min was outstanding. Outstanding girls are often proud and arrogant, but she found Cheng Min very polite and approachable, which gave Wang Yimei a sense of belonging, and the two quickly became acquainted.

The two strikingly different tall women in the bar chatted like old friends, and then naturally the conversation turned to sex, as it was their common topic. Cheng Min and Cheng Min whispered to each other, occasionally giving a slightly mischievous smile, talking about husbands, husbands' affairs, cheating, and the men who left the deepest impression on them in bed. Wang Yimei recounted her experience in the US with two black men. Their Carlsberg penises were so thick, they made her scream and scream. The two men suggested anal penetration, but since she'd never been anally penetrated before, she finally agreed to let them penetrate her vagina with their huge penises. She begged for mercy to stop, and even then, she was in pain for several days. Cheng Min described her unforgettable night with Cao Shan in more detail, saying that Cao Shan brought her nothing but surprises. He was short, but his penis was thick and long; he was shy, but incredibly vigorous in bed.

Cao Shan leisurely rode the tram, stopping and starting at his own pace. He got off at the Workers' Stadium North stop, strolled to the restaurant entrance, and dialed Cheng Min's number. He saw a tall, elegant woman in a corner waving her long, slender arm at him. Cao Shan muttered to himself, "Damn, she's really here," and walked over amidst the envious gazes of the crowd.

As soon as Cao Shan entered, he noticed the tall woman sitting opposite Cheng Min. The closer he got, the more uneasy he felt. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his palms grew cold. The closer he got, the clearer the tall, sexy woman's back became, and he

felt like running away. Just as Cao Shan reached the table, Cheng Min pulled him to sit beside her, as if afraid he would run away.

"Cao Shan, let me introduce you. This lady is Wang Yimei, Ivy. This is the Cao Shan I told you about," Cheng Min winked at her.

Wang Yimei never expected such a coincidence to see Cao Shan here. Despite her joy, she controlled her emotions, not showing them, and elegantly extended her hand as if she didn't know him. Despite her tall and strong appearance, her hands were fair and slender. "Hello, Cao Shan, your sister Cheng often mentions you."

She then subtly winked at him.

"Oh, hello, Ivy,"

Cao Shan readily agreed, obediently sitting down beside her.

With Cao Shan present, Wang Yimei no longer hid anything, revealing herself to be a senior executive at Apple. Cheng Min looked on with envy, casually mentioning her office furniture business. Cao Shan thought to himself, "She really knows how to seize opportunities."

The two women continued chatting, with Cao Shan listening nearby. After a while, Wang Yimei received a phone call and quickly got up to answer it. Her tall, sexy, and alluring figure immediately drew the attention of the men in the bar, including Cao Shan. Looking at Wang Yimei's round, plump buttocks and thick, long legs, he thought, "Damn, if only I didn't know a woman like that! I could have a threesome with Cheng Min, having sex with two tall, different types of women—it would never be enough!

" "Hey, little brother, are you interested in this older sister?"

Cheng Min called to him with a smile.

Cao Shan quickly looked away, blushing, and said, "No, no."

After their physical intimacy, Cheng Min treated Cao Shan more like an older sister. Cheng Min tapped Cao Shan's head with her finger and said, "You're so small but you're so precocious! Even I'm so tall and you're not satisfied? You only feel excited when you're a giant, right? Humph, you were staring at my big butt the first time we met."

Little did Cheng Min know, Cao Shan had already looked at her butt a couple of days ago and had been scolded by Wang Yimei.

A little while later, Wang Yimei returned. As soon as she sat down, Cheng Min teased, "You know, my little brother, he was staring at your butt the moment you stood up. Ugh, yeah, I don't have a butt as big as yours."

"Sister Cheng, what are you saying..."

Cao Shan wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Really?"

Wang Yimei seemed delighted. "I thought men all disliked tall, big women like me, that I had no femininity at all. Turns out you like it, little brother. I'm so happy."

She finished with a charming giggle, the two grown women teasing the young man in front of them.

"Ivy, you don't have any femininity at all! Every gesture you make is so alluring,"

Cheng Min said sincerely.

“Cheng Min, no matter how alluring I am, I can’t match your natural advantages. You’re beautiful and have a great figure; I’m so envious of you,” Wang Yimei said with a seductive smile.

Cao Shan, sandwiched between the two women, smiled like a fool, occasionally receiving their eager glances. He knew perfectly well that both women wanted him, but Cao Shan didn’t. He couldn’t betray Zhang Ning again. He felt women were like hungry tigers; their attraction to her was more like lust for his large penis. He felt like a gigolo, relying on his penis for a living, and his confidence was severely damaged.

Cheng Min had her own business, and Wang Yimei was a high-level white-collar worker; neither was short of money. With Cao Shan around, they only subtly discussed sex, mostly talking about shopping, fashion, or financial investments. These things were completely irrelevant to Cao Shan, this poor guy. Hearing the two women talk about taking out some spare money to buy funds or stocks, or investing a small amount like 100,000 yuan, he felt even more ashamed. What they considered a small amount was a fortune to Cao Shan. He himself never imagined he'd found himself in such an awkward situation. His musical talent, his glorious moments at school, all those past glories and honors, were probably worthless to them. In their hearts, Cao Shan was nothing more than a young boy with a big penis—purely a source of physical satisfaction.

None of their attention was focused on Cao Shan. They cared about dressing up, shopping, money, celebrity affairs, their husbands' sex lives with other women, and how their husbands behaved when they were cheating. They cared about everything, whether it concerned them or not, but they cared nothing for Cao Shan. Cao Shan was just an ornament beside them, like a little dog at the queen's feet. He had no real significance, but having a living creature by their side was always quite glamorous. Two tall, alluring women sitting next to a short, thin, yet handsome young man—it was indeed quite unusual.

Listening listlessly to the two women chatting about the lives of the wealthy, Cao Shan, bored, picked up a pencil from the table and scribbled on a napkin. He then spontaneously wrote the following short poem: "The café and the square are three blocks apart, like the distance from neon lights to the moon. People warm themselves in ambiguity, embracing and searching for a dreamlike springtime fantasy. Yes, everyone takes themselves so seriously, but in others' eyes, they might be nothing at all." Compared to these two wealthy women, what was he anyway?

Cao Shan couldn't stand it any longer. He reached into his pocket for his phone, unlocked it with his practiced one-finger unlocking technique, pressed the menu button in the middle, and then quickly dialed a few numbers. (You all remember how to use the Nokia phone's color menu button and then numbers to quickly access different menus, right?) Sure enough, a ringtone sounded.

Cao Shan hurriedly pulled out his phone, said "Excuse me," and grabbed his bag to leave.

But this didn't escape the eyes of the two women. Wang Yimei glanced back at Cao Shan as he walked away and said to Cheng Min, "Look, we two older sisters haven't been very considerate of him. Our little brother's getting bored."

“Yeah, let him be. He’s probably just looking for an excuse to leave.”

Cheng Min had barely finished speaking when her phone rang. She picked it up and saw a text from Cao Shan: “Sister Cheng, sorry, I have to go.”

Cheng Min gave a wry smile. She had originally planned to introduce Cao Shan to Wang Yimei today, to provoke him. She knew Cao Shan liked tall women, especially Wang Yimei, with her imposing figure and curvaceous figure—definitely his type. She had planned to take her to a hotel afterwards, but Cao Shan seemed distracted as soon as he arrived. Oh well, she knew he didn’t want to, and she couldn’t force him.

Wang Yimei smiled and asked Cheng Min mysteriously, “Is that the big guy’s little brother you mentioned, him?”

"Yeah, so what? Interested?"

Cheng Min teased with a smile.

Wang Yimei shifted uncomfortably in her large buttocks, her long legs pressed tightly together, trembling. Thinking about how such a coincidence could happen—the guy with the big dick her friend mentioned was actually Cao Shan—Wang Yimei felt even more affection for him, her mouth practically watering at the thought. "I want to..."

Wang Yimei's voice trembled slightly.

This was too much of a coincidence. It was like a complete turn of events, a case of searching high and low only to find it unexpectedly, a case of planting flowers without expecting them to bloom, and planting willows without intending to—it was undeniable that Cao Shan was a handsome and lovable guy. She had tried so many things to win him over, but to no avail. Finally, a couple of days ago, she used a drastic measure, spreading her legs wide... He saw that even after resorting to threats and inducements to force him to comply, he still managed to scare Cao Shan away, leaving Wang Yimei somewhat annoyed. But during their meeting that evening, all the problems were resolved. It turned out Cao Shan wasn't some aloof, shy virgin afraid of women; Cheng Min had already won him over with her beautiful and tall figure, and the experience was fantastic, further fueling Wang Yimei's desire to possess him. At that moment, she thought of her husband, Jeff, but the name only lingered in her mind for a second. "Go to hell! You're saving your dick for other women, you can't even get hard on yourself, am I supposed to live a life of widowhood with you?"

Wang Yimei thought for a moment, then smiled and said to Cheng Min, "Sister, you're not angry because I said I was interested in your little brother?"

"No? No way. I've been chatting really well with you online, sister. We even talked about sharing things."

Cheng Min was actually a little unhappy, but she didn't want to show that she cared too much about Cao Shan. After all, he was just a small-time salesman from out of town. It was fine to just play around. If people could tell that she had developed real feelings, they might look down on her.

"Okay, how about we play a game?"

Wang Yimei always had a lot of ideas.

"Sister, what do you say?" Cheng Min asked, trying to sound calm.

“Let’s see who can get Cao Shan first, okay? Then we’ll have a threesome. Winning or losing doesn’t matter, we’re just having fun together. Let’s see if he finds you, this familiar and beautiful older sister, more attractive, or if I, this older sister who isn’t as good-looking or as attractive as you, but has more novelty , more appealing?”

Wang Yimei said softly and playfully.

Hearing Wang Yimei’s suggestion, Cheng Min felt quite awkward, as if Cao Shan had become her plaything. And she’d never had a threesome with another woman before—what was that like? Exciting? Embarrassing? She could only force a smile and nod.

"Alright, give me Cao Shan's phone number, okay?"

Wang Yimei handled the situation very politely; she wouldn't let Cheng Min know she knew Cao Shan. On the other hand, asking for the number was a way of telling Cheng Min that she wasn't joking. Whether they had a pleasant conversation, felt like they'd known each other forever, or had some work-related dealings, their common ground still lay in "sex," and that word specifically referred to Cao Shan at this moment.

Cheng Min was caught off guard and somewhat reluctantly took out her phone and picked up a pen. She really liked Cao Shan, and even more, she liked having sex with him alone. Perhaps her desire for Cao Shan was still only at the sexual level, but it was definitely not just about treating him as a plaything.

Cheng Min noticed a napkin under Cao Shan's coffee cup, picked it up, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Oh, there's something written here. Write it down." Then she handed the paper to Wang Yimei.

Cheng Min wasn't very educated and wasn't interested in poetry or similar texts, but Wang Yimei noticed the words on the paper. When she silently recited the poem Cao Shan had just written, her heart tightened. At that moment, she could understand Cao Shan's helplessness, the huge contrast between the dazzling environment and his pale heart. She suddenly understood the inner struggle and helpless despair of a migrant worker living in Beijing. Perhaps these four lines of poetry didn't convey so much emotion, but from her first meeting with Cao Shan, to several close encounters, to Cheng Min telling her about her experiences with Cao Shan, she understood that after experiencing the tenderness and warmth of women, Cao Shan felt empty inside, even fearful. He had too many concerns... He was worried that he could easily become penniless, something Wang Yimei and Cheng Min, who were already successful, wealthy, and well-established, could hardly comprehend.

Wang Yimei fell into contemplation; she even wavered. Cao Shan was such a sentimental boy; would letting him have sex hurt him?

Cao Shan, with his bag slung across his shoulder, wandered aimlessly from the north side of the Workers' Stadium all the way to Dongzhimen. It was completely dark.

For some, nightfall signifies rest at sunset, while for others, it represents the beginning of life, a dazzling and tempting spectacle.

For example, Jian Guo.

Chapter 23:

Salesperson is a magical profession; it can rapidly change a person's life, allowing people on the same starting line to find themselves in drastically different circumstances within a short period. It doesn't depend on knowledge or seniority.

Therefore, Cao Shan, as an incompetent salesman, was still in a very passive position. Whether it was the advertisement he finalized with Cheng Min or his dealings with Wang Yimei, he was the weaker party, an object to be controlled, possessed, and even manipulated.

Jianguo, on the other hand, this shrewd young man from the south, was incredibly successful in the business world. He was eloquent, quick-witted, and insightful. He had achieved a relatively proactive position. Perhaps he would do some things unwillingly for business purposes, but he would never be as miserable as Cao Shan, forced to submit to women. For Jianguo, sex was both a pastime and a means to an end. Whenever Jianguo encountered difficulties, his three keys to solving problems were his intellect, money, and women.

"Brother Long! How was the meal? Did you enjoy it?"

Jianguo and a man from Northeast China emerged from a high-end restaurant, their arms around each other's shoulders. Both men were flushed and shiny with oil, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

"Jianguo, good brother, buddy! You really went all out, that's loyalty!"

The Northeast man swaggered along with Jianguo, shouting and giving him an exaggerated thumbs-up with a menacing expression.

"Brother Long! In the future, you'll have to mentor me in business. If we partner with you for our product, it'll sell like hotcakes!"

The man from Northeast China that Jian Guo was treating to dinner was the general manager of an office supplies company. Jian Guo had previously done a small deal with him, and although he hadn't made much money, he discovered that his company's products and their business projects were a perfect match. Jian Guo's company sold various office papers. If he could connect with this "Brother Long," and they did office product projects while also including their office paper, it would essentially create a sales channel, which would be much easier than dealing with customers one by one. After several inquiries, he learned that Brother Long had done several large deals in Beijing and had a very stable customer base. Maintaining good relations with him would be like leveraging his strengths. Moreover, with bundled sales, profit is one aspect, but more importantly, it's about building relationships. For them, there's no loss, but also no huge financial gain; whether they help you or not is based on friendship. Jian Guo saw this new business opportunity. He had previously treated several office supply company executives to meals and entertainment. Once this network was established, it would be like having someone help sell products, which would take business to a whole new level.

"Jianguo! Don't let your southern background fool you, you're just as straightforward as a Northeasterner! To tell you the truth, with me in charge of office paper, you're guaranteed to make money. My big clients buy these office consumables like water, no problem!"

Brother Long patted his chest, making a guarantee.

"That's great! Brother Long, we're not really talking business today, right? Let's make friends, have some fun, come on, let's go have some fun?"

Jianguo looked at Brother Long with a mischievous grin, eager to go.

"Oh my god, brother, how do you know me so well? Where to?"

Brother Long's eyes lit up; someone was treating him!

"You'll be satisfied, let's go!"

Jianguo pulled Brother Long, and they hailed a taxi and sped away. Jianguo believed that interpersonal relationships were the foundation of business, and sex was a shortcut to building those relationships. With men, if you slept with women, you'd become the best of brothers. Good brothers, easy business.

In a private room of a not-so-high-end nightclub, Jianguo and Brother Long were each embracing four women. Two more were dancing provocatively to a loud beat in the dim, flickering lights. Aside from the two men, everyone else in the room was completely naked. Jianguo frequented this nightclub; it was known for its affordable prices and generous service. Especially these private rooms, with six women, massages, ice and fire (a euphemism for sex), provocative dancing—all sorts of services, plus regular drinks and fruit platters—it cost 10,000 yuan a time. In a high-end nightclub, 10,000 yuan would only get you a show.

"Come on, Brother Long, let's have a drink!"

"Cheers!"

The two men lay back on comfortable sofas, downing their drinks in one gulp, their other hands groping the naked women beside them.

"Hey, Jianguo, what's up with these women? All fully-serviced, whatever you want?"

Brother Long shook his head, touching the gold chain around his neck, and asked with a sidelong glance.

"Well, well, Brother Long, what do you want to do? You're the guest here, your word counts!"

Jianguo said in his learned Northeastern accent.

"How about we each take one and see? Come on, let's each keep one next to us, the remaining four line up, let's see who climaxes first, there's a tip!"

Brother Long was an old hand, beckoning the girls to start the game.

Two girls went up to the small stage, some brought over chairs, some squatted on the ground, their hands moving up and down as they began to work, instantly filling the air with moans and lewd sounds.

"Brother Long, this show is great! What are those two doing?"

Jianguo asked.

"Hey buddy, those four girls on stage are all slacking off, how can we masturbate ourselves? We need a couple of service guys, right?"

Brother Long said with a grin, then turned to the two girls beside him and said, "Come on, serve us, our dicks are so hard they're painful, why don't you give us a suck?"

The girls in the room seemed used to the various requests of their customers, each with a professional expression, neither humble nor arrogant, neither hurt nor aroused. Seeing the customer giving orders, they naturally squatted down in front of the two men and began to undo the customer's belt with their slender, delicate hands.

Jian Guo raised his waist, letting the girls take off their pants, while taking out a small pill from his pocket and handing it to Brother Long, saying, "Brother Long, here, one for each of us. It's not that we brothers can't do it, we have to have a good time."

Brother Long's pants had already been pulled down by the girls, and when he received the small blue pill from Jian Guo, he laughed loudly, "Oh my god, that's perfect!"

The two men took the Viagra and downed a glass of wine. The young woman had already pulled down the two men's underwear, kneeling between their legs. She skillfully spat on their glans, then grasped their penises with her slender hands and gently began to masturbate.

Jianguo glanced sideways at Brother Long. Despite his strong build, Brother Long's penis was small, like an earthworm compared to Jianguo's. Brother Long also glanced at Jianguo's member, feeling both shocked and somewhat inferior.

The girl kneeling beside Jianguo was thin, her chest almost flat, her fair and slender body kneeling on the ground, her buttocks slightly upturned, her long hair wrapped behind her head. She had Jianguo's large penis in her mouth, constantly sucking and spitting it out. Jianguo seemed to be enjoying it, his hands behind his head, watching the four less attractive girls on the small stage in front of him masturbating lewdly. His feet occasionally hooked onto the girls' buttocks, gently teasing them, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

Brother Long picked a short girl with fair skin and a slightly plump figure. Her soft breasts were pressed between his legs, and her small mouth was sucking hard on his penis. It wasn't very big, so she almost always swallowed it deeply. The feeling of the head of his penis against the back of her throat was very pleasurable. Seeing her occasionally gagging and her big, watery eyes filled with tears, she looked both pitiful and gave off a sadistic pleasure. If Jianguo hadn't given him a Viagra, Brother Long would have ejaculated long ago.

The four girls on the stage were posing provocatively, their naked bodies illuminated by the stage lights in various colors. The lighting was dim, and the specific details were not visible, but a row of four young girls, without any sense of shame, spread their slender, fair legs, exposing their most private parts to the guests. They were using their hands or instruments to penetrate each other, causing their genitals to flow with juices, and they were panting softly. This was a rare sight of spring.

Jian Guo couldn't resist any longer. He picked up the girl who was licking his penis, made her straddle him, and supported her thin little buttocks with his hands. His large penis thrust into her, making her scream loudly. The screams sounded real, not fake; Jian Guo was a man with the right assets, after all.

Seeing Jian Guo's actions, Brother Long stood up and made the slightly plumper girl stand up as well. The girl was short, only about 1.5 meters tall, and the two of them were at the perfect height. First, they French kissed, then caressed each other. Brother Long lifted the girl's fair, tender legs and, standing, inserted his penis inside her. Although Brother Long's penis was small, his body was strong. He then lifted the girl's other leg, making her sit on him with her arms around his waist, and lifted her up like a male actor in an adult film, holding the petite girl and thrusting into her vigorously.

Jianguo lay on the massage chair, the girl moving on him, while he enjoyed the peace and quiet. Watching Brother Long's energetic performance, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Brother Long, what a physique! I don't have your skills! At home, my wife would beg for mercy every night."

Brother Long was secretly pleased, but pretended to be indifferent. "Heh, what's the big deal? The girl is light; I can't lift your wife. But this girl is really tender, petite and delicate, I like her." As he spoke, he rhythmically lifted the girl slightly, and then, using gravity, lowered her round, fleshy buttocks, thrusting his penis deep into her juicy hole. It felt so good!

Although these girls were fucked every day, how could they withstand two strong men who had taken Viagra? After five minutes, they started moaning loudly, and after ten minutes, they were begging for mercy. The two men became more and more vigorous, and the girls climaxed amidst their almost screaming moans, while Brother Long and Jianguo were still not satisfied.

The two men exchanged a glance and simultaneously waved to the four girls on the stage. The two girls who had just been fucked felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly dismounted. The two girls who took over served one of them, one being penetrated and the other giving a massage.

Jianguo and Brother Long were busy having a great time. Brother Long was very satisfied, thinking to himself, "Damn, even the emperor isn't this good."

Jianguo's sexual prowess was strong. He fucked one girl until she squirted, then went on to fuck another. That girl climaxed twice before Jianguo finally let her go. The three girls squatted under Jianguo's crotch, their mouths working together to make him ejaculate, covering each of the three girls' faces with his semen.

Brother Long was slightly less skilled, but he was also very satisfied. He had fucked a girl until she begged for mercy for the first time, and he had also made her climax before ejaculating inside her. As for the other girl serving him, Brother Long had used his hand to bring her to orgasm.

Afterwards, surrounded by six girls, the two entered the hot spring bath like stars around the moon. It was a mixed-gender bath, with three delicate-skinned girls attending to each of them. Jian Guo and Brother Long soaked contentedly in the pool, enjoying themselves immensely.

They drank some more wine in the hot spring, chatting and laughing, before helping each other out of the nightclub.

Brother Long gripped Jian Guo's hands tightly, shaking them vigorously. "Brother, today's arrangements were perfect. Don't worry, from now on, I'll take you with me in my business. Don't think your little bit of paper money won't make you much. Think of some connections, find someone in my area, bring them over, and we'll make money together!"

Jian Guo also put his arm around Brother Long's shoulder, just as he had always believed: regardless of whether someone was a gentleman or a scoundrel, an acquaintance or a stranger, if you slept with a woman together, they were brothers. "Brother Long, I'm really counting on your guidance. To be honest, I'm also contacting some other agents. Brother Long, you're very influential in the office supplies business in Beijing, with a large network. If you're willing to help, I'd be incredibly fortunate."

Jianguo wasn't just asking for help selling office paper; this purchase was already a significant sum. He was already discussing other products, hoping to connect with these distributors and double his earnings. This one big order, with his investment, would surely bring him substantial profits.

Brother Long hailed a taxi at the door and turned to Jianguo, saying, "Brother, are you going back? Won't your wife scold you?"

Jianguo laughed heartily. "Brother Long, I don't have a wife, I'm a bachelor. Just don't get scolded when you get back."

Brother Long feigned regret. "Brother, it's a real shame that such a good young man like you doesn't have a girlfriend. I'll find you one later. Hey? By the way, the other time I went to your company, I saw a pretty girl at the reception desk. She was pretty and fresh-faced, a bit plump, but very pretty, and chubby, which made my heart itch." Having just ejaculated, Brother Long's lust was aroused again.

Jian Guo felt a tightness in his chest when he heard Brother Long say this, but still maintained a smile and said, "You mean the receptionist? She's nice. I'm also planning to make my move."

Brother Long was a little disappointed. "Then I wish you success, brother. Okay, see you later!"

"See you later!"

Jian Guo waved goodbye, and the car sped away. Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Brother Long thought to himself, "That girl from Jianguo's company is really nice, fair-skinned and plump, quite pretty. Too bad, Jianguo probably got her first because of his proximity."

As the car drove away, Jianguo cursed inwardly, "Fuck your mother, you idiot! I brought you out to fuck, and you're

still thinking about my Xiao Xu. Go to hell! If you piss me off, don't even think about my girlfriend, let me fuck your wife's cunt first!" Sitting in the taxi, watching the fleeting beautiful night view of Beijing, Jianguo felt a pang of melancholy. A year ago, he was still a naive college student. Since starting his internship and being exposed to the complexities of society, he had gradually been assimilated by its gray, murky atmosphere. He was only in his early twenties, and while he wouldn't say he was partying every night, he frequented brothels. To be honest, he didn't like it. He still longed for a girlfriend he loved, to give her all his love, to cherish her, to earn money for her, and to give her a good life. But now, his penis was thrusting into one woman's cunt after another, mechanically going back and forth, ejaculating countless offspring into strange women's bodies. After the primal pleasure came a tremendous emptiness. What was he doing?

Xiao Xu? She was quite nice, beautiful and innocent. But she was a bit short, a bit plump, her legs a bit thick, and her buttocks a bit big. And the girl of his dreams was not only thousands of miles away, but also someone else's girlfriend. He knew his classmate couldn't give this girl of his dreams happiness, but he would give her a better future and a better life. You could say that all his hard work and dedication was ultimately for her, but at least now, it wasn't the right time. As someone who had just graduated, he valued friendship more than anything, and he couldn't bear to ruin his brotherhood for a girl, at least that's what he thought for now.

Sitting in the taxi, Jianguo's view shifted from bustling prosperity to desolation, from dim lights to flickering ghostly fires. Even taxi drivers were reluctant to take him such a long distance. After getting out, he gave the driver an extra 100 yuan, for which the driver was moved to tears. Little did he know, this young man had just spent a fortune; the money he earned from one night of sex was enough for him to drive a taxi for half a year.

It was nearly midnight when he got out of the taxi. Walking on the narrow, leaf-strewn street, illuminated by dim lights, Jianguo couldn't help but shiver. Looking at the dark, dilapidated scenery around him, and at the lonely, run-down building in the distance, he made a silent vow: he had to move out as soon as possible, no matter what. Damn it, tonight's meal was enough to rent a place outside; what was there to be reluctant about? If there was anything, it was probably his friendship with Cao Shan. Or perhaps, deeper down, he was afraid that moving out would sever his ties with his classmates. If Zhang Ning came to Beijing again, Cao Shan probably wouldn't bring her to hang out with him anymore.

Downstairs, he saw Cao Shan's light was still on. He went upstairs to Cao Shan's room. After knocking a few times, Cao Shan called out, "The door's unlocked." He pushed the door open and saw Cao Shan sitting on the sofa, listening to loud rock music, looking lost in thought.

"Damn, what are you doing? Still up so late?"

Jianguo chuckled, pulling a cigarette from Cao Shan's desk and lighting it.

"Damn, where have you been? Why are you looking for me so late? Something wrong? Give me a cigarette, light one for me." Cao Shan held out his hand.

Jianguo tossed him the cigarette and lighter. "Damn, light it yourself. What's wrong? You look so listless."

"Don't fucking mention it." Cao Shan lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

"Damn, another order, it's a client of the boss, I'm basically just running errands. The client might have taken a liking to me, I'm fucking exhausted."

Jianguo chuckled and gave him a shove. "Stop fucking bullshit. You call this 'lucky streak,' you know? I've been waiting for this for ages and it never happens, and you've got a stroke of luck and you're still complaining? Who are

you trying to piss off?" "Damn it. That woman, fucking, she's so ugly, like a man. I didn't even eat dinner tonight because of that."

Cao Shan grinned.

"Can you make money? You get to fuck, you make money, what more the fuck do you want? You get all the good stuff, stop being so sentimental."

Jianguo cursed as he tried to reason with him.

"I'm just thinking about Zhang Ning."

Cao Shan said, head down.

Upon hearing Zhang Ning's name, Jian Guo's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure and continued, "Is Zhang Ning by your side? If you don't make money, would Zhang Ning be with you? Do you even know how you make money, or what methods you use? Didn't I have a girl I liked in college? She dumped me just because my family was poor! Right now, all I think about is making money! Everything else is bullshit! With money, I can pick any kind of woman I want! Do you know what I did today? Damn! I slept with six girls with a client and me!"

Cao Shan's eyes widened. "Damn! How many dicks do you have? Can you even handle that?"

"Don't talk about whether you can handle it or not, it's just that it was fun. Let me tell you, in society, it's not like school where you have to be willing to do everything. Society is about integration. If you can integrate, you have a chance to succeed; otherwise, you're doomed. And let me tell you, sex as capital isn't just a woman's privilege; men can too, it's just used differently. You can use it as a stepping stone to hook up with someone and have them help you achieve your next goal; or you can use it as a stepping stone to go out with girls together, and that's how you become friends. Don't take sex too seriously. Sex is like shaking hands, it's just flesh touching flesh, skin touching skin, nothing special. You say you now..." "Yeah, I made a little money," he said,

then lowered his voice, "and oh damn well, it's all been lent out. Your little couple next door are living the high life. Haibo's the only one sleeping with his girlfriend every day, has he even mentioned paying you back? If you had money, you could go out and have some fun too. Look at you, all pent up here, practically bursting with sexual desire. I know you like tall girls, and you looked down on Qu Yan back in school, thinking she was too strong and her legs too thick. I see you're pretty interested in her now. Don't hesitate, she owes you money anyway, just do it."

Regardless of whether Jian Guo's words made sense or not, what he really wanted was for Cao Shan to have physical contact with other women.

"Sigh, let's not talk about this anymore," Cao Shan said dejectedly. How could he bear to ask Qu Yan to pay him back?

Jianguo took a drag of his cigarette and said, “Listen to my advice, brother. Don’t take Zhang Ning too seriously. I’m not saying don’t take her seriously. What did Chairman Mao say? ‘Despise the enemy strategically, but take the enemy seriously tactically.’ Don’t worry about how you make money; just get the money in your hands, and you and Zhang Ning are halfway there. Otherwise, it’s hopeless. Look at Zhang Ning when she came to Beijing the other day. When she saw where we were staying, if you had stayed here, she wouldn’t have stayed with you. Do you believe me? Don’t come crying to me later, saying, ‘A chance to have sex and make money was right in front of me, and I didn’t cherish it. Now my wife has run away, and I regret it.’”

“Hmm…”

Cao Shan fell silent, bewildered. His imagined Beijing, his imagined job, wasn’t like this. Why did making money have to be linked to sex? Were we all prostitutes?

"Alright, think it over. Close your eyes, and beauties are everywhere; turn off the lights, and they're all like Maggie Cheung. As long as I can make money, I'd be happy to shoot two tubes into her, and it'll relieve my pent-up desire. Okay, I'm leaving. Go to sleep early."

"Okay. Close the door behind you."

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