[Urban] How a Scoundrel is Made - 4-6

Chapter Twelve

After more than ten days of contact, I finally figured out the real age of the young woman, Yin Shuli. She was a full ten years older than me, meaning we shared the same zodiac sign. I don't know if it was a coincidence or fate, but my mother and I also shared the same zodiac sign, and she was twenty years older than me. Because she spent her days selling cigarettes on the street to support her family, Yin Shuli's face was dark and rough from the wind, sun, and rain, but this couldn't completely diminish her unique charm. She was a carefree optimist. Every morning, standing at the crossroads, as soon as she heard a strained singing voice from not far away, it was sure to be Yin Shuli, the young woman selling cigarettes, pushing her stall to her post on time. Not long after their marriage, Yin Shuli's husband contracted the terrible disease of cirrhosis. After years of relentless struggle, when they ran out of money, he helplessly passed away, abandoning two crying, helpless young boys.

In those difficult years, no single man was willing to form a new family with this young widow who was struggling with two children. Indeed, everyone's income was already pitifully low; who would willingly take on this endless mess? However, the harsh living conditions did not completely defeat the naturally cheerful young woman, Yin Shuli. She resolutely quit her meager job and started selling cigarettes on the street, pushing a cart full of various brands. The arrival of young woman Yin Shuli brought unprecedented joy to the idle men who had nothing to do all day. They would gather at Yin Shuli's stall whenever they had a chance, flirting and bantering with her without any restraint. Faced with vulgar and obscene language, Yin Shuli remained unfazed, her expression unchanged and her heart unmoved. No matter what the rough men said, she always responded with a laugh. I never saw Yin Shuli angry. Sometimes, the profanities she hurled made me blush, but Yin Shuli would just chuckle:

"That old bastard, go to hell!"

Upon closer inspection, Yin Shuli's words weren't truly insulting; after all, aren't we all like our own grandmothers' grandsons? Even worse, some men would swagger up to Yin Shuli's stall:

"A pack of cigarettes, please!"

And as they left, they'd deliberately pinch her plump buttocks hard:

"What a plump little ass!"

"Ouch, that hurts! You shameless thing, go to hell!" Yin Shuli would rub her aching buttocks and yell, but she still didn't seem angry about the unwarranted harassment.

"What a cheap little slut!" the gamblers would say contemptuously, swishing their cards.

"Mountain goods!" another gambler chimed in.

"You deserve to be thrown!"

"Selling kang beds!" "

You bastard!" "

As long as you have money, you'll follow anyone!"

"Hahaha, what do you know? This is called making small money during the day and big money at night!"

"..."

If these swear words hadn't reached Yin Shuli's ears, she would have leaned against the cart expressionlessly and retorted indifferently:

"You weirdo guys, go to hell!"

These "weirdo guys" were all regular customers of her cigarettes whom Yin Shuli couldn't afford to offend. In order to survive and sell a few more packs of cigarettes to earn a pitiful amount of money, Yin Shuli had to thicken her weathered skin and do everything she could to deal with them.

"Hey girl, a pack of cigarettes, please!" A gambler handed over a small bill. Yin Shuli stuffed the bill into her pocket and then tossed a pack of cigarettes at him with a "thud." The gambler folded the cigarette pack while muttering,

"Hey, girl, here's your change!"

"No change," Yin Shuli said, feigning anger.

"I'm not giving you change. Remember what you just said about me? Because of that, I'm not giving you change!"

"Heh heh," the gambler chuckled dismissively, lit a cigarette, turned his head away, and never mentioned giving change again.

"Ah--, ah--, in spring, a hundred flowers bloom, langli, langli, langli ge lang!"

Yin Shuli ignored him and continued to lean against the cart, humming a recently popular song with great enthusiasm. Yin Shuli was quite attractive, especially her high, full breasts and round, plump buttocks, which always attracted the hot gazes of men, like annoying flies staring intently at her. However, the world always leaves people with some irreparable flaws. The beautiful young woman Yin Shuli had a singing voice that was not flattering, and what was even more terrifying was that she had a very high opinion of herself. No matter the occasion, as long as she had a little free time, she would open her throat and sing loudly, making people's skin crawl.

"Ah--," a gambler covered his ears:

"With that lousy voice, you still have the nerve to sing!"

"I, I," a man drinking beer on an empty stomach pointed a beer bottle at his head as if to smash it:

"I, I, I don't want to live anymore!"

"Big sister," a young man said with concern:

"Big sister, be careful, don't attract wolves!"

"..."

"Go to hell!" Despite the jeers and taunts, Yin Shuli remained nonchalant, continuing to hum and even raising her voice in a defiant manner:

"Where, where have I seen you before? Your smile is so familiar, I can't remember for a moment, ah, where,..."

And so, amidst the gossip, foul language, flirting, and feigned anger, Yin Shuli carried on her demanding street vending work. Although the income wasn't very high, she worked with great dedication, rain or shine. No matter how strong the wind blew, while the men in the grove had long since vanished in the gale, Yin Shuli steadfastly guarded her small cigarette stand. No matter how heavy the rain, when the streets were deserted, Yin Shuli, wrapped in a raincoat, stood motionless, watching over her stall. When the rain poured down unbelievably, to keep her cigarettes dry, Yin Shuli even took off her raincoat and covered them with it, getting herself soaked to the bone.

"Are you stupid!" an old woman yelled at Yin Shuli, holding an umbrella.

"It's raining so hard, why aren't you running? What are you standing there for? Who's going to come buy your cigarettes in this rain?"

"Auntie," Yin Shuli said in the downpour, having her reasons.

"Where can I run to? I'll get soaked even if I get home. Might as well, potato stew with sauerkraut—I'll tough it out!"

Wind and rain are manageable, just as Yin Shuli said—tough it out. The wind can't blow every day, and the rain can't fall every day. The most terrifying and difficult thing to deal with is the cold winter. Whenever the harsh winter visits our city, Yin Shuli begins her six-month-long battle against the cold. Snowflakes dance in the wind, and Yin Shuli, with a floral headscarf wrapped around her head, wearing a heavy military overcoat and armored vehicle-like boots, stands silently at the crossroads. Pure white snowflakes drifted down, landing gently on her head and shoulders. Only her large, bright eyes, still captivating even in the cold wind, were visible beneath her large mask. Frost clung to her arched eyebrows.

"Sister Yin!" I said sincerely, looking at the young woman in the snow.

"It's so cold, and snowing so heavily, go home. Don't sell anymore!"

"Oh," Yin Shuli replied, her hands holding a hot water bottle inside a sheepskin cylinder. In the biting wind, the hot water bottle wouldn't stay warm for more than a few hours before turning into a cold plastic bag. Whenever the hot water bottle cooled down, Yin Shuli would go to a nearby restaurant to ask for some hot water to refill it. Hearing my words, she stamped her already frozen feet and playfully said to me,

"Not selling anymore? Then give me money! Buy me rice and oil! Raise my two children!"

"But, Sister Yin, it's so cold!"

"It's alright, I'm used to it!"

After saying that, Yin Shuli, still holding her hands, hummed happily through the biting wind and the large, cotton-ball-like snowflakes, her face mostly covered by a white mask:

"The north wind blows, the snowflakes fall!"

Looking at the young woman Yin Shuli in the snowstorm, I felt a surge of admiration. What a strong woman! Even a man wouldn't have Yin Shuli's perseverance. Listening to her off-key singing, my nose suddenly stung: What a pitiful woman.

Suddenly, my admiration for the young woman Yin Shuli transformed into love. Watching Yin Shuli still intently singing her off-key song, I quietly walked behind her and hugged her waist. Yin Shuli immediately stopped singing. She turned around and stared at me blankly. I don't know where I got the courage, but my frosty lips pressed tightly against Yin Shuli's large mask:

"Sister Yin, I love you!"

"Go away," Yin Shuli pushed me away:

"Go to hell, you're messing around with me!"

"No, Sister Yin, I really love you!"

"Xiao Li, you love me? I'm a whole decade older than you, I could practically be your stepmother!"

"That's why I love you!" I pounced on her again, ignoring the stares of passersby, and grabbed Yin Shuli's head, kissing her wildly. Yin Shuli tried to push me away,

"Stop messing around, Xiao Li, listen to me, people are staring at you. What will happen if acquaintances see this? I'll be so embarrassed!"

"I don't care, Sister Yin, you're so great, you're so strong, I admire you, you're a great woman, a great mother!"

"Go away, go away, go to your grandma's grandson! Stop using the scenery to get sentimental. We're all just trying to make a living. Who would come here to freeze and starve?"

For the first time in my life, I spent a shivering day in the cold wind. No matter how much Yin Shuli tried to drive me away and make me go home, even though I was already freezing, I just wouldn't leave Yin Shuli's side. With my tongue frozen, I tirelessly confessed my love for Yin Shuli, only to be repeatedly and gently rejected by her. Her reason was always the same:

"I'm a full decade older than you. I could be your mother! You're too young, still a student. I can't, I can't..."

The days in the dead of winter are incredibly short. Just past three in the afternoon, the gloomy sky began to cast a helpless black net. Seeing me shivering in the cold wind, Yin Shuli started packing up her cigarette stand early:

"It's getting late, it's going to get dark. You little rascal, you're freezing, sniffling and crying, but you still won't go home. If you won't go home, I'll go home early!"

"Sister Yin, I'll take you!"

"No need, thank you!"

But I was like an unbreakable tail, no matter how much Yin Shuli grumbled, I just followed behind her. Amidst the endless grumbling, I finally arrived at the front door of Yin Shuli's house, a small bungalow located in a slum.

"I can't do anything with you!" Yin Shuli said.

"Since you're here, you're a guest. Come inside!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

Two little boys who were playing inside heard the sound of the lock being opened and ran out one after the other.

"Mommy, you're back?"

"Mommy, what yummy treats did you buy for me?"

"Quickly!" Yin Shuli said, pulling one of the little boys by the hand.

"Son, we have guests! Quick, say hello to Uncle!"

"Hello, Uncle!"

"Hello, Uncle!"

"Hello, hello, little friends, thank you, thank you!"

Yin Shuli took out a handful of candy and stuffed it into the hands of the two little boys, then pushed them into the inner room.

"Go play, I'll cook for you and Uncle!"

Yin Shuli took off her heavy military coat and unbuttoned her tank-like boots and began to busy herself with starting a fire and cooking.

"Sigh, Xiaoli, my family is poor. We didn't prepare anything beforehand, so we don't have much to eat. It's getting dark, and there's nowhere to buy anything!"

"Sister Yin, I'll eat anything!" I was incredibly excited. I made up my mind to stay at Yin Shuli's house tonight and not leave!

"Thump--, thump--, thump--,..."

Someone was knocking on the door. Yin Shuli wiped her hands and hurriedly opened the door:

"Oh, it's Lao Ganzi! Why are you knocking so hard? You almost broke the door!"

A fat, bear-like middle-aged man, reeking of alcohol, squeezed into the narrow doorway. He grabbed Yin Shuli and began to bite her wildly:

"Little girl, my old flame, I've missed you so much..."

"No, no, stop it! We have a guest! Can't you see where you've been drinking yourself into a stupor again!"

"A guest!" The bear-like, drunken man called Lao Ganzi released Yin Shuli and turned to look at me:

"Who, who is he?"

"My brother!"

"Brother!" A lewd look immediately appeared on Lao Ganzi's alcohol-reeking face:

"Hehehe, brother, talking about me, little girl, so you old horse still likes to chew on young grass!"

"Get lost, you jerk!"

Yin Shuli kicked Lao Ganzi hard, her face flushed, then ignored him and continued cooking. Lao Ganzi sighed and said to me,

"Brother, you're quite lucky with the ladies. Your older sister is really good in bed!"

"Lao Ganzi, can't you even speak properly?"

"Hehe," Lao Ganzi continued,

"especially her verbal skills, they're simply unbeatable!"

"Lao Ganzi, go to hell!"

"Brother, to tell you the truth, I've been to prison!"

"Hmph," Yin Shuli said disdainfully,

"You're not ashamed, yet you have the nerve to say that!"

"Brother, do you know, five years ago, the biggest theft in our city, I did it, the biggest theft in our city since the founding of the People's Republic of China!"

"How glorious!" Yin Shuli mocked as she cooked.

"Hehe, of course, it wasn't just me. Later, we all got arrested and spent four years in jail. Those four years were simply inhuman!"

"Serves you right!" Yin Shuli said jokingly.

"Everything else is fine, but... not this!" The old man made a lewd sexual position, and Yin Shuli blushed and pouted:

"You're so shameless!"

"Sigh, it really terrified me. Because I behaved well, I was released early. After I got out, I fucking forgot how to fuck. Hahaha, my wife called me a piece of trash. No matter what I did, my dick just wouldn't get hard. In desperation, I suddenly remembered my old flame, Xiao Yin. Hehe, thanks to this little bitch, Xiao Yin, she cured my ailment!"

"Old man, shut up a bit. Nobody's going to sell you off like you're mute!"

"Little brother," the old man continued:

"Before, I went to countless big hospitals, took countless expensive medicines, and spent countless amounts of money, but nothing worked. My penis just wouldn't get hard. In the end, it was Xiao Yin who cured my impotence with her little tongue!"

"Get out!" Yin Shuli, holding a bowl of cooked green beans in one hand, slammed her other hand on Lao Ganzi's shoulder:

"Get out, get out!"

"Hmph, fine, I'll get out then. I'm old, how can I compare to this young brother? I'll get out, I'll get out, I won't delay your good time. You can enjoy some tender grass tonight!"

After saying that, Lao Ganzi pushed open the door. Yin Shuli placed the steaming green beans on the square table and hurriedly called out:

"Lao Ganzi, don't go! I'm not really kicking you out. Look at you, acting like a child, actually taking it seriously!" As she spoke, Yin Shuli had already grabbed Lao Ganzi's arm:

"Come on, come inside, have some more!"

"No," Lao Ganzi said stubbornly.

"I'm not drinking anymore, or I'll completely mess things up. I won't bother you anymore, I'm going home!"

The slender Yin Shuli had no strength to hold onto the bear-like old man. He turned sharply and quickly disappeared into the snowstorm.

"Sigh, that wine connoisseur!" Yin Shuli said to his retreating figure, then turned to me and said,

"Xiao Li, it's getting late, come inside for dinner!"

Yin Shuli seated me at a corner of the table, with two little boys sitting on either side of me, and Yin Shuli opposite me. She was wearing a light green wool shirt, and my gaze fell on her neck. I noticed something new: Yin Shuli's fair neck contrasted sharply with her rough, dark face. Wow, if it weren't for years of exposure to the wind and sun, Yin Shuli's face would surely be as delicate, fair, and tender as her neck.

The two playful little boys quickly finished their bowls of rice and ran back to their room to continue playing without looking back. Yin Shuli tidied up the mess of their bowls and chopsticks and then sat down next to me:

"Eat your vegetables, eat more vegetables!"

Seeing me staring at her slender legs for a long time, Yin Shuli lowered her head and pulled up the collar of her wool shirt. I put down my bowl and, taking advantage of her inattention, ripped open her wool shirt, revealing a white shirt underneath. Yin Shuli hurriedly covered her trembling breasts:

"Xiaoli, no, no, don't do that!"

"Sister Yin, I love you!"

I don't know where I got the strength, but I pushed Yin Shuli's arm away and ripped open her white shirt with a ripping sound. Ah, looking at Yin Shuli's chest and abdomen suddenly exposed in front of me, I was stunned!

Chapter Thirteen.

Sister Yin's white, fragrant blouse revealed no bra. When I unbuttoned it, a pair of full, soft breasts were revealed before my eyes. Gazing at those pale, drooping breasts and bright red nipples, I was so excited I couldn't close my mouth for a long time. Sister Yin's skin was so fair and delicate, a stark contrast to her rough face—completely beyond my imagination. I secretly exclaimed, "Ah—what a beautiful, sexy woman!"

"What are you doing!" Sister Yin casually closed her blouse. I was already beyond control; a strong pleasure surged within me. I buried my face in Sister Yin's chest. Sister Yin sighed, then casually closed the door behind her. Hearing the crisp sound of the door closing, I finally knew: no more words were needed; Sister Yin's action of closing the door meant her consent. So, I pulled open Sister Yin's blouse again and passionately sucked on one of her smooth nipples. Sister Yin's nipples were completely different from my mother's. They were extremely short; my teeth couldn't even hold them properly, so I had to press my tongue tightly against them and suck repeatedly. Her areolas, however, were rounder and larger than bronze coins, protruding slightly from her snow-white skin, shimmering with cute little dots around them.

"Oh," Sister Yin gently stroked my hair,

"Xiao Li, bite gently, it hurts!"

While sucking on her nipple, I secretly slipped my hand under her armpit. I felt a tuft of fine black hair. I immediately released her nipple and spread her arm. Wow, I saw a sparse patch of curly black hair scattered under her armpit, beneath which was tender white skin. I happily tugged at her armpit hair, thinking to myself: A woman's armpit hair is so alluring, even more stimulating than pubic hair. I can't quite explain why, but as I grew older, my burgeoning sexual desires led me to develop a profound interest in every part of a woman's body: her face, her waist, her breasts, her full hips… even her clothing: bras, panties, stockings… and so on. I loved them all; every woman's possession could arouse my penis. However, my greatest passion was women's armpit hair. To my great regret, my mother always shaved her armpits completely, preventing me from appreciating her armpit hair. To witness the diverse and unique armpit hair of women, during the sweltering summer, I would skip school, carrying my schoolbag. Besides playing cards in the shade of the temple, chatting and flirting with Sister Yin, the only other thing I could do was secretly watch women's armpit hair. I would often sneak off to a free market on the north side of the temple, a place frequented daily by housewives. After get off work, these mature women dressed very lightly, some even wearing only a thin, gauze-like nightgown as they went downstairs to buy groceries. This was an extremely rare and opportune moment to spy on mature women. I lingered in the bustling crowd, deliberately sidling up to the scantily clad mature women. Whenever they were carefully selecting and rummaging through the fruits and vegetables, whenever they placed their arms on the scale to put the chosen vegetables in, I would quietly lean down, my lustful eyes fixed on the tufts of dark hair under their armpits. Wow, so sexy, so exciting! Women's armpit hair is truly diverse. Some women have thick, dense armpit hair, forming a large, messy, dark clump under their arms; while others have sparse, scattered armpit hair; and still others, though sparse, have surprisingly long and fine hair, which, even when their arms are folded tightly, still ridiculously peeks out as long as possible…

Now, a mature woman's armpit hair is clearly and undeniably displayed before my eyes. Tell me, how could I not be excited? How could I not be arrogant? I was so happy I forgot myself, my fingers constantly scratching and pinching, making Sister Yin moan,

"Ouch, ouch, it's so itchy!"

I stuck out my saliva-covered tongue and wildly licked and sucked Sister Yin's armpits. A faint, fishy smell filled my nostrils, and I took a deep breath, savoring the unique scent of a mature woman. Sister Yin chuckled and asked,

"Oh, you little rascal, why do you like to nibble on my armpit hair? Doesn't it smell bad?"

"No, I like it," I replied without further ado, continuing to suck on Sister Yin's armpit hair. The sticky saliva clung to the strands of black hair, radiating a captivating sheen. Sister Yin chuckled again.

"Hehe, you're such a fun kid. Why are you so willing to lick my armpits? Ouch, ouch... It's so ticklish, so itchy, it's making me so itchy!"

While I was nibbling on Sister Yin's armpit, I secretly slipped my fingers between her legs. Sister Yin was already aroused by my tongue. After noticing my actions, she obediently spread her legs. When my hand reached into her pants, it was blocked by the tight waistband. I tried to push it in forcefully, but Sister Yin pushed me away:

"Xiao Li, don't rush, don't force it in! Come on!"

As she spoke, with a snap, Sister Yin unbuckled her waistband, and my hand, brimming with all my strength and momentum, slid smoothly into Sister Yin's private parts. Wow, I touched it! I touched Sister Yin's pubic hair and soft, warm flesh. My hand trembled uncontrollably from excessive excitement. Sister Yin reached over and gently pressed my hand down:

"What are you doing, touching like that? Here, here, here!"

Sister Yin helped me move my trembling hand to her genitals. Through a thin tuft of down, my fingers touched something warm and wet. I became even more excited. I pushed my finger forward, and with a soft "plop," one of my fingers slipped into Sister Yin's vagina. Instantly, my finger inside Sister Yin's vagina felt an incredibly alluring warmth and softness. I stirred it around haphazardly, finding it loose and wide inside. So, I inserted another finger, and my two fingers began to probe and dig wildly into Sister Yin's vagina. Sister Yin let out a soft moan, staring at me for a long time with her hot lips parted. Provocatively, I inserted another finger and began to probe and dig even more frantically.

"Ouch, ouch..."

Sister Yin suddenly groaned loudly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. One hand pressed down hard on my fingers:

"Ouch, ouch... gentle, light, light, no, no, don't put so much in, it's so full, so full, you, you, you're going to kill me, ouch, ouch..."

Amid Sister Yin's exclamations and her attempts to stop me, I pulled my hand out from between her legs and stared blankly at the semen on it. A salty smell filled my nostrils. I opened my mouth and put my hand in, smacking my lips:

"So salty, so pungent, so fishy!"

I playfully stuck out my tongue, sticking out the semen, at Sister Yin. Sister Yin wiped the sweat from her forehead and pinched my nose:

"You naughty boy..."

I wrapped my arms around Sister Yin's neck and pressed my tongue, brimming with her juices, against her face, licking it passionately. Under my fervent kisses, Sister Yin closed her eyes happily and opened her mouth pleadingly. My tongue just reached her lips, and I probed into her mouth with the tip of my tongue:

"Sister Yin, you should try some too!"

"You bad boy!"

Sister Yin and I embraced tightly, face to face, tongue to tongue, kissing passionately and exchanging silent messages. I poured her juices into her mouth, and she returned her saliva to my throat. During this long kiss, I once again probed into Sister Yin's already open vagina, using three fingers to dig even more vigorously.

"Ouch, ouch, Xiao Li, you're poking me again! Be gentle, be gentle, listen to me, oh, don't use so many fingers, I can't take it anymore!..."

I stopped poking and poking, and at the same time, I ended the long kiss. I held Sister Yin's head, which was covered in sweat and panting, and asked with a grin:

"Sister Yin, your pee can even fit a child's head, and you can't even handle my three fingers? What are you pretending for!"

"Go away," Sister Yin playfully slapped me:

"Giving birth and this are two different things!"

"How are they different? They're both pee!"

"Xiao Li, you don't understand!" Sister Yin said solemnly:

"When a woman gives birth, her lower body expands completely, even the sutures of her bones crack, so the baby is born!"

"Sister Yin, does giving birth hurt?"

"Of course," Sister Yin said with deep feeling:

"It was almost like I died from the pain. The pain was so bad, I even wanted to die!"

"If it really hurts that much, why have children?"

"Hmph," Sister Yin said, pointing at my nose,

"You know how it is. You don't know the pain of childbirth until you have a baby. So, when children grow up, they don't know how to respect their mothers, and they even curse and argue with them. That's the most heartbreaking thing for a mother. I didn't understand this before, but after having my first child, I finally know how difficult it is to be a mother. So, I will never dare to talk back to my mother again. No matter what my mother says or does, right or wrong, I will understand her..."

The ignorant young me had no interest in listening to Sister Yin's rambling. All my interest was in Sister Yin's wet private parts. I moved my head to her crotch:

"Sister Yin, let me see!"

"Hehe," Sister Yin smiled sweetly at me and very consciously pulled down her pants:

"Here you go, look if you want, do as you please, look all you want!"

With that, Sister Yin leaned back, her thighs bent and spread wide, her snow-white buttocks right in front of me. My heart pounded wildly with pleasure, and I didn't know where to put my hands. I first parted Sister Yin's pubic hair, which, like her armpit hair, was curly. I brought my nose close to savor it carefully. Oh, it smelled different from my mother's. I clearly remembered, and I will never forget, that when I returned from running away from home, when my mother hugged me with tears in her eyes, when I nestled in her arms and suckled at her nipple, I secretly turned my head towards my mother's crotch and secretly smelled the wonderful scent of her private parts. That unique smell, indescribable in words, is unforgettable. Today, I had the privilege of smelling the scent of another mature woman's private parts. This woman was ten years older than me, but ten years younger than my mother, her age somewhere between mine and my mother's. This excited me greatly. I decided to fantasize about Sister Yin as my mother. In real life, although I love my mother to death, I would never dare to ask her to do *that* kind of thing.

Excitedly, I parted Sister Yin's labia. I noticed very carefully that her labia were completely different from my mother's. My mother's labia were so delicate, white, and smooth, while Sister Yin's were rougher and a repulsive pale purple. I preferred my mother's labia. Separating the two wrinkled, brownish labia, I finally saw Sister Yin's tender, glistening vagina. Just moments before, I had been haphazardly probing it with my three fingers; now, her vagina opened and closed slightly, slowly secreting a refreshing love fluid. I used two fingers to spread Sister Yin's vagina open. Looking at the gaping opening, I suddenly remembered that strange dream from my childhood, how I, as a lucky sperm, entered my mother's vagina, and then…

"Mom," I thought, and thought, and I couldn't help but call out:

"Mom, Mom…"

"What?" Sister Yin sat up abruptly upon hearing this:

"Xiao Li, what did you say? Mom?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation:

"Sister Yin, seeing this place of yours naturally reminds me of Mom!"

"Ah," Sister Yin asked in surprise:

"What, Xiao Li, so you saw your mother's place?"

"Yes, I saw it."

"Ah—, you little rascal, you're really something! How did you see it?"

So, I hastily recounted all the good deeds I had done in the past to Sister Yin. Before she could finish listening, she suddenly reached out and pinched me:

"I never expected this, Xiao Li. You seem like such a quiet and honest little boy, but you're actually a little pervert! You even dare to peep at your own mother. You've got some nerve!"

"My mother doesn't like black hair," I said, pointing to Sister Yin's pubic area covered in curly hair.

"Every time my mother takes a bath, she shaves all this black hair clean, not a single strand left. So, my mother's pubic area is very white, very white, and very beautiful!"

"Hehehe," Sister Yin said, looking embarrassed.

"Shaving? I've done it before. I accidentally cut myself and bled, and," Sister Yin said with great experience, "..."

"After I shaved, my skin was smooth and clean for a while, but after a few days, stubble grew back, chafing my thighs and making them incredibly itchy when I walked. When I checked my underwear at night, my inner thighs were all red from the chafing. Also, your mom probably doesn't ride a bicycle, but let me tell you, riding a bicycle after shaving is so prickly! So, I only shaved once, and I've never shaved again. I'll just let it grow back however it wants!"

"But," I muttered, tugging at Sister Yin's pubic hair,

"I like it hairless, smooth, so pretty!"

"Well," Sister Yin's face darkened with displeasure. She pressed her thighs together, forming a thin, dark slit,

"Since you like it hairless, then go find your mother, hmph..."

"Sister Yin, separate, Sister Yin, separate," I pleaded, trying to pry open Sister Yin's white legs.

"Sister Yin, let me see, let me see, I haven't seen enough!"

Sister Yin deliberately defied me, stubbornly keeping her thighs closed, refusing to give in.

"Hmph, go ahead, go find your mother. Your mother has no hair, it'll be so much fun to do it with her, hmph!" Unable to

win against her, I sat down on the edge of the bed in disappointment, pulling out my penis. Seeing this, Sister Yin reached out and grabbed it, staring intently at me:

"Heh heh, a virgin! You want to play with women with such a small penis!"

"Isn't it big enough, Sister Yin?"

"Hehe," Sister Yin was no longer angry, and chuckled as she played with my penis:

"It hasn't grown any hair yet, Old Ganzi wasn't wrong, it's really tender grass!"

Mentioning the drunkard Old Ganzi, I suddenly remembered something he said: he said Sister Yin was not only good in bed, but even better with her mouth; her little tongue could make his impotent penis hard. When I was little, I learned from my mother's books about "sex" that a man's penis, after being sexually stimulated, would suddenly become erect and swollen, making it easier to insert into a woman's vagina and thus successfully complete the entire process of intercourse. There are many ways to stimulate a man's penis to become erect, the most important being kissing and caressing. What puzzled me was that the books never mentioned a woman using her tongue to lick a man's penis to achieve an erection. Hearing Old Ganzi's words, I felt very curious. So I moved closer to Sister Yin:

"Sister Yin, lick my penis!"

"Hehe," Sister Yin laughed,

"Does your penis even need licking? It's already hard and hot, harder than a rolling pin!"

I looked down and, just as Sister Yin said, my penis was stiffly held in her hand. However, my curiosity still compelled me to eagerly try what it felt like to have a woman lick my penis. So, I pleaded with Sister Yin,

"Sister Yin, lick it for me, let me taste what it feels like!"

"You little rascal," Sister Yin said, gently patting the head of my penis with her delicate hand. Then she opened her mouth and spat a mouthful of saliva onto my red penis head. Her fingertips rubbed the head of my penis repeatedly, her eyes intently watching it. Under the massage of Sister Yin's fingers, I felt an unbearable itch, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. Seeing this, Sister Yin smiled faintly at me, and then opened her mouth and very naturally sucked my penis into her mouth.

"Ah—," my penis was deeply inserted into Sister Yin's mouth, and a hot, tingling warmth immediately spread throughout my body. I couldn't help but groan as my penis began to stir and thrust rapidly in Sister Yin's mouth.

Sister Yin sucked on my penis for a while, then slowly released it from her mouth. She held my wet penis and examined it again, smearing the saliva on it with her palm. Then, she played with the tip of my penis with two fingers, while her other hand teasingly flicked my scrotum.

"Ah—, ah—, ah—,"

I closed my eyes happily, moaning softly. Under Sister Yin's rapid grasping, stroking, and rubbing, after a few minutes, my body instinctively thrust forward. I don't know how it happened, but just like when I masturbate in my dreams, a large amount of semen gushed out from the glans, spraying onto Sister Yin's cheek.

Chapter Fourteen

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."

My semen sprayed out like machine gun fire, pouring onto Sister Yin's flushed, sweat-drenched face. Sister Yin, with her eyes closed, hurriedly pushed my penis away, then reached out and frantically smeared the semen on her face while sticking out her tongue, spitting out the splattered semen. A puddle of semen landed right in Sister Yin's eyes. She rubbed them repeatedly, unable to open them for a long time. In her panic, Sister Yin somehow grabbed a towel and carefully wiped her semen-soaked eyes. After a long while, Sister Yin finally opened her eyes. She continued to spit out the remaining semen in her mouth:

"Good heavens, so much! It's like a flood!" As she spoke, Sister Yin used a towel to wipe my still erect penis:

"You must have been holding back for so many years, and tonight, it all came out at once, hahaha!"

"Sister Yin," I collapsed into Sister Yin's smooth, wet embrace with a thud. My penis, having just ejaculated, suddenly felt a dull pain. The extreme excitement I had just felt suddenly turned into melancholy. I always felt as if I had lost something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I became listless, looking at Sister Yin who was still wiping her face, I didn't know what to say.

"Alright, you've finished, you should go home now! It's getting late!"

"No," I touched my limp penis, realizing that what I felt was missing was actually: lingering desire:

"No, Sister Yin, I'm not leaving, I, I, I haven't,..."

"Oh," Sister Yin picked up the conversation:

"You mean, you came before you even penetrated, is that right?"

"Yeah," I nodded, continuing to fidget with my even more limp penis, hoping to make it stand up again. Seeing this, Sister Yin flicked the head of my penis with her finger:

"Are you still up for it?"

"Yes, wait a minute!" I said defiantly.

"Alright, alright, it's getting late. If you still want to play, we can do it another day! Xiaoli, you can't come home too late. What if your mom asks you, 'Why are you so late? What were you doing?' What will you say?"

"That's easy, I'll just say I was at school for evening self-study!"

"Come on, don't be silly. You really did well in your self-study, you learned a lot, hehe."

"No," seeing Sister Yin start to get dressed, I grabbed her sleeve and then swiftly pulled off my watch:

"Sister Yin, I haven't had enough fun yet, play with me a little longer, here, this is for you!"

"Hmm!" Looking at the watch I handed her, Sister Yin's face suddenly darkened. She pushed my hand away:

"Xiaoli, what do you mean by this?"

"Sister Yin, no, nothing, just a gift for you!"

"Hmph," Sister Yin smiled coldly:

"A gift, is it payment for sex?"

"No, Sister Yin, please don't misunderstand, I love you!"

"Forget it!" Sister Yin's nose stung, and tears streamed down her face.

"Xiao Li, what kind of person do you take me for? A filthy prostitute, isn't that it?"

"No," I was stunned to see Sister Yin's tears welling up. Sister Yin wiped away her tears.

"Those lecherous men on the street are always messing around with me, saying all sorts of things. But am I really that kind of person? Xiao Li, do you really believe me?"

"No!" I shook my head.

"That's right, I have men outside, and more than one," Sister Yin said frankly.

"But I'm not with them simply for money! If it were for money, I would just openly sell myself. Why would I cling to just a few men?"

"Sister Yin, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I love you, I really love you!"

"I have a few close friends, and we get along very well. We both know what's going on, but nothing happens. Although I'm still relatively young, because I have two children, no man wants to marry me; it's just adding to their burden. And I don't want to marry anyone. I'll date whoever I like, and if we get along, we'll stay together longer; if not, then that's it. So, I don't belong to any man, and no one can possess me alone. If they care, and see how pitiful I am with two children, please help me as much as you can, and

we can get through this together!" "Sister Yin, let's get along well from now on!"

"Xiao Li," Sister Yin raised her tear-streaked face:

"Xiao Li, don't overthink it. No matter how poor or difficult things are for me, I, Sister Yin, will never ask you for money. You're still a student and haven't earned any money yet. From now on, whenever you miss me, you can come over. I won't make any demands on you. Please don't have any other thoughts. I'm not after your money!" As she spoke, Sister Yin suddenly remembered something:

"For example, that old bastard. We've been together for a long time. He has money, of course, not from legitimate sources. When we were together, I never asked him for a single penny. When he got rich outside, he would give me a few when he was happy. If he didn't give me any, I wouldn't take it!..."

"Sister Yin!" Seeing Sister Yin's heartfelt and endless chatter, I hugged her and kissed her regretfully. Sister Yin stopped nagging and very cooperatively opened her sexy lips to passionately nibble at my cheeks, sending waves of hot breath into my nostrils. At the same time, Sister Yin grabbed my penis and skillfully began to rub it. Soon, I felt a slight stirring in my penis. I released Sister Yin and looked at my gradually hardening penis:

"Sister Yin, give me some more stimulation, I'm starting to feel it, it'll get hard soon!"

"Come on, let's get it going!"

I put my still droopy penis into Sister Yin's mouth. This time, Sister Yin sucked on it tightly, revealing a pair of cute little dimples on her cheeks. The tip of her tongue in her mouth frequently bumped against the head of my penis, and her right index finger gently scratched my foreskin. I felt a surge of excitement, and my penis suddenly became erect. I tugged my penis in and out of Sister Yin's mouth for a bit, then pulled it out. Holding my penis, which was covered in her saliva, I moved it between her legs. Sister Yin understood and willingly spread her thighs:

"Come on, you little rascal!"

My penis slid smoothly into Sister Yin's vagina. As it slowly entered, Sister Yin looked at me tenderly:

"Is it good?"

"Yes!"

I focused intently on plunging my entire penis into Sister Yin's vagina, my eyes fixed on her genitals. Sister Yin seemed to understand my excitement perfectly. She reached over and pulled her labia apart:

"Look, look at how your penis goes into my piss, look at how you fuck me!"

"Hehe,"

I pressed the head of my penis firmly against Sister Yin's cervix. Hearing her incredibly seductive words, I was momentarily speechless, only able to grin foolishly. Overwhelmed with excitement, my body trembled uncontrollably, covered in hot goosebumps. I pressed my trembling hands against Sister Yin's vulva, and together we pulled apart her thick labia, my penis gleaming as it slid in and out of her vagina, pulling out strings of glistening drops of lustful fluid. My still-hairless penis was indeed rather small, but it fit comfortably in Sister Yin's mature vagina. Even with forceful thrusts, it didn't cause her any strong shock. Under my thrusting, Sister Yin didn't make the kind of wanton moans that my mother made when my father made love. I was somewhat disappointed; how I longed to hear Sister Yin make those alluring moans like my mother's. To get Sister Yin to moan as soon as possible, I changed my mind. Instead of futilely thrusting my penis into her vagina, I pressed the head of my penis firmly against her cervix, then pressed down hard on her two large, fleshy legs. I used all my strength, pushing the head of my penis as far as possible towards her cervix. From books, I learned that a woman's cervix is an erogenous zone; repeated rubbing and thrusting with the head of my penis would bring her to orgasm, causing her to moan ecstatically.

"Oh," Sister Yin tilted her head back and breathed deeply, but still didn't make the moan I craved. I became even more frustrated, so I grabbed her legs and began to thrust wantonly. Each thrust produced a pleasure that words couldn't describe. Ah, I thought to myself: having sex with a woman is truly endlessly pleasurable! To have sex with a woman, men will stop at nothing, even taking risks and committing the heinous act of rape—the so-called rapists.

Looking at Sister Yin's vagina, which was dripping with her juices and making a squelching sound from my penis thrusting into it, I couldn't help but think of my mother again. Mother, if I were to put my penis into your urination, wouldn't that feel even more wonderful? "Bastard!" I immediately cursed myself. "Shameless bastard, why did I think of my mother again? Pah, shameless thing!"

But my mother's image, her body, her private parts, still lingered in my mind. I could only close my eyes and fantasize that it was my mother thrusting into me. "Mother, Mother, your son is here! Your son has returned to your vagina, returned to the fleshy hole I so reluctantly crawled out of back then! I'm back, I'm back, Mother!"

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

I was thrusting vigorously into Sister Yin's vagina, silently fantasizing that this was intercourse with my mother, when suddenly, Sister Yin unexpectedly groaned. I quickly opened my eyes and saw that Sister Yin's forehead was covered in glistening beads of sweat, and her mouth was ridiculously open. She raised her head, staring blankly at her lower body. With my thrusting, her breathing became more and more rapid, until she groaned breathlessly:

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

This puzzled me greatly. Could it be that my penis, which was slightly smaller than that of an adult man, really brought Sister Yin pleasure? This can't be, can it?

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

But the undeniable fact is that Sister Yin kept moaning, moaning from the bottom of her heart, definitely not a pretentious act to please me:

"Oh, oh, oh... hurry, hurry!"

Sister Yin continued to moan while tightly hugging my back with her arms, sincerely urging me:

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Urged by Sister Yin, I released her legs and thrust with all my might, but even if I risked my life, I couldn't satisfy Sister Yin. She continued to urge me:

"Faster, faster, faster, I can't take it anymore!"

I declared utterly defeated. I had no strength left to continue thrusting. I gritted my teeth and forced a few more hard thrusts, but I felt my breathing becoming increasingly difficult, my vision blurring, and then the world began to spin. To avoid dying, I had to stop my frantic thrusting and dejectedly rolled off Sister Yin's body:

"Ah, so tired, let's rest, let's rest for a while..."

I lay on my back on the earthen bed, breathing heavily, my heart pounding wildly. Sister Yin rolled over, grabbed a towel, and hastily wiped my forehead:

"Hehe, you can't take it anymore, can you? A virgin is still a virgin!"

"Ah, I'm so tired, I almost couldn't breathe, my heart almost jumped out of my throat!"

"Hehe, little brother, you have a long way to go, practice slowly! Let's stop here for today!" "

No, no," I grabbed Sister Yin's arm and refused to give up:

"Sister Yin, my penis is so tight, it feels like I'm holding back my pee, but I just can't ejaculate!"

"Sigh," Sister Yin said with a wry smile:

"Xiao Li, you've already ejaculated so much, there's no way you can have any left in such a short time. You should rest, and I'll play with you again tomorrow, I'll make sure you have a good time!"

"No, it's so uncomfortable, Sister Yin, think of a way to let me ejaculate!"

"Sigh," Sister Yin sighed helplessly:

"I really can't do anything with you, why are you so stubborn, you insist on ejaculating even if you can't, I just can't do anything with you!"

After saying that, Sister Yin climbed onto my waist and grasped my penis:

"Come on, if you can't ejaculate, I don't have a better way either. I'll use the old method, with my mouth!"

"But," I pressed on,

"Sister Yin, I want to ejaculate, I want to ejaculate inside you!"

I pointed to Sister Yin's vulva, and Sister Yin pouted,

"Okay, okay, you little rascal, I'll suck on you with my mouth first. When you feel it and want to ejaculate, tell me quickly, and then you can put it here and I'll ejaculate inside!"

Sister Yin roughly wiped the sticky fluid off my penis with her palm, and then put it in her mouth and sucked on it. I closed my eyes and carefully savored the essential difference between my penis being inserted into Sister Yin's vagina and being sucked in her mouth, and what wonderful sensations each had. Ah, the conclusion came quickly: my penis felt unfathomably deep inside Sister Yin's vagina. The most obvious sensation was that when my penis was thrusting around inside her, her vagina, overflowing with vaginal fluid, seemed like an endless ocean, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. When my penis was sucked in Sister Yin's mouth, the tight, hot sensation felt like nestling in my mother's incredibly warm embrace. Furthermore, Sister Yin's tongue, soft and flexible like a snake's tongue, brought me unprecedented pleasure. No wonder the old man particularly praised Sister Yin's oral skills. In addition, Sister Yin's two rows of pearly white teeth were also quite charming. When she held my penis in her mouth, she would often gently nibble and grind my foreskin with her teeth, making me highly aroused and raising goosebumps.

"Ah—," Sister Yin had only been sucking on my penis for a few minutes when my penis, which had been incredibly sore and numb from the violent impacts on her vagina, slowly began to awaken. The soreness gradually subsided, and I twisted my aching waist. My penis head swayed a few times in Sister Yin's mouth, like a drunkard just waking up from a stupor. In my dazed state, I finally felt alive again, my flushed head still feeling a heightened sense of sexual pleasure. I was secretly delighted; I was energized again! Chapter Fifteen

"Oh, oh, oh…,"

Sister Yin lay on my waist, sucking my penis with great effort. I perked up again, and my erect penis swirled and chuckled in Sister Yin's mouth. Sister Yin sucked while moaning softly. Hearing Sister Yin's alluring moans, I looked up, gazing lustfully at her alluring figure. My penis playfully nudged against her mouth, then suddenly struck her throat. Sister Yin coughed a few times, her large, white buttocks jiggling adorably. I reached out and pinched her white buttocks:

"Come here, come here, Sister Yin, move your buttocks here!"

"Mmm," Sister Yin responded, lifting her smooth thighs and straddling my chest and abdomen. Her round, white buttocks were right in front of my face. I was overjoyed and grabbed her, sticking out my wet tongue to suckle passionately. Her smug, lewd demeanor and delighted expression reminded me of when I was a child, happily munching on a steamed bun dipped in white sugar, savoring its sweet and delicious flavor.

Sister Yin's buttocks were not only round and plump, but also quite delicate, glistening with cute little bumps. I kept sucking and licking them, while gently pinching and twisting them. Suddenly, Sister Yin released my penis and raised her head:

"Ouch, Xiao Li, pinch me gently, it hurts!"

Ah—, my tongue unconsciously moved to Sister Yin's buttock cleft. I tore open the thick flesh and stared intently at Sister Yin's hairy vulva. The violent thrusting earlier had left Sister Yin's vagina a mess, glistening with a crystal sheen. I probed inside with my fingertips, then put my fingers, covered in love juice, under my nostrils and smelled them: there was no unpleasant odor, only that alluring, sensual scent, strongly stimulating my lust. As an adult, after repeated contact with women and endless sex, I came to this conclusion: all women's vaginas have a suffocatingly unpleasant odor before intercourse. However, once a woman has been wantonly probing and probing with her fingers, especially after a period of wild and unrestrained thrusting with her penis, her vaginal secretions undergo a qualitative change when she reaches orgasm and experiences sexual pleasure. The initial unpleasant odor gradually transforms into a faint salty and astringent taste, and some women don't even have a salty taste; their wet, open vaginas have no unpleasant smell. Thus, the perfect moment for oral sex arrives. As the tongue slowly probes and repeatedly grinds, the woman moans sharply, her vagina contracts intensely, her body trembles violently, and streams of clear, spring-like love fluid gush forth. At these moments, I open my mouth wide and swallow it with gulping sounds.

To perform oral sex on a woman, one must taste her love fluid. There are many descriptions of women's love fluid in classical Chinese sexual techniques, showing that the ancients highly valued female lust, but it had to be the kind of lust that flowed during orgasm—what the ancients called: "To arouse the woman's desire, then suck it." The ancients sincerely believed that when a woman is aroused, her surging lust is immensely beneficial to men, not only enhancing their virility but also curing many ailments.

They further advised that for the sake of health and longevity, men should have intercourse with as many women as possible to obtain as much nourishment as possible, like vitamins A, B, C, D, E, F… A man absolutely cannot, and should not, spend his entire life on one woman, wasting all his precious energy on a barren, parched, and nearly cracked field. Indeed, upon reflection, it is truly pitiful, tragic, and hopeless for a man to cultivate only one woman his entire life—a wasted life. Therefore, men, for our health, longevity, and sexual happiness, we, the vast majority of lustful comrades, have ample reason: we must frequently change women! We should have intercourse with numerous women, like bees gathering nectar, absorbing the essence of many women, and sucking the love and lust of as many women as possible to nourish our yang bodies. Of course, prostitutes, women of the night, and all sorts of lowlifes—their vaginas, like swill buckets and public toilets—are perfect breeding grounds for all kinds of filth, a paradise for the growth and reproduction of all sorts of bizarre and even unheard-of bacteria. Ah—that terrible place, that terrifying, devilish cave, always makes men hesitant, filled with curiosity to explore, yet also fearful, looking back and forth, undecided. When they are so bored that they cannot find any relief, in desperation, they will take the risk, but remember, remember, you must wear safety clothing before entering, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable, terrible, shameful… Furthermore, we must absolutely never lick that fleshy hole that has been penetrated by thousands and penetrated by tens of thousands. What is secreted from that terrible fleshy hole is absolutely not lustful fluid, let alone any nectar. That fishy, turbid liquid, which is a mixture of all the male filth in the world, is no less vile than poison that can kill. Hmph, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will still end up with a pitiful mouth sore. My dear comrades of lust, remember, remember, never give oral sex to prostitutes!

"Oh—," I was thinking while giving oral sex to Sister Yin when suddenly, Sister Yin used her two rows of teeth to bite my penis lightly or lightly. I winced in pain and couldn't help but cry out. I pushed Sister Yin's fat buttocks away and sat up abruptly:

"Ouch—, that hurts!"

"Hehe," looking at my throbbing penis, Sister Yin rolled over, spreading her legs:

"Come on, keep going!"

"Mmm," I knelt between Sister Yin's legs, holding my penis. I learned from my previous experience and tried to calm myself down: Don't get too excited, don't tremble, don't rush, play slowly!

I finally calmed myself down, and my penis was inserted back into Sister Yin's incredibly slippery vagina. Unlike before, I didn't just rummage around haphazardly. I secretly gathered my strength and began to rhythmically thrust my penis in and out, like a slightly mature battlefield commander, very experiencedly directing my cannon-like penis to rhythmically attack the flesh hole in front of me. Each time my penis entered the flesh hole, it heavily struck the wet labia, making a pleasant splashing sound. Each time my penis penetrated deep into the flesh hole, I felt an indescribable wetness, warmth, and softness.

"Hehe," Sister Yin bent her thighs high, her body moving back and forth under my thrusts, her breasts swaying comically up and down and side to side. She laughed enthusiastically,

"Oh, oh, you've improved, much better than before, oh, oh, yes, yes, just like that, good, good, so comfortable!"

Seeing that I was panting heavily again and sweat was seeping from my forehead, Sister Yin suggested with concern,

"Xiao Li, you're tired again, let's try a different position!"

"What position?"

"Come on, lie down!"

I obediently rolled off Sister Yin and lay quietly on my back on the earthen bed. Sister Yin straddled me with a whoosh. She slowly squatted down, her dark vulva facing the head of my penis. Sister Yin held my penis with one hand and spread her vagina with the other. Then, with a downward thrust, my penis slid into her vagina. Sister Yin released her hands and squatted on top of me, swaying her hips wantonly. Her large breasts bounced alluringly back and forth above my head. I felt incredibly happy and grabbed one of her breasts, sticking out my tongue to nibble on it.

After a while, I released Sister Yin's breast and stared intently at her genitals, carefully watching how my penis entered and exited her vagina. Seeing this, Sister Yin smiled at me. She rested her arms on the earthen bed, continuing to sway her naked waist while lowering her head to watch with me the passionate battle of genitals.

"Is it good?" Sister Yin asked me with a lewd smile.

"Yes!" I answered honestly.

"Hehe, Xiaoli, now it's my turn to fuck you!"

"Hehe, interesting! Sister fucks brother!"

Looking at the slapping vulva, looking at Sister Yin's penis frequently going in and out, I reached out my hand to the vulva that was in the midst of a fierce battle. Just as I grasped the base of the penis, Sister Yin's wet vulva slapped against the back of my hand. I felt how soft and alluring Sister Yin's genitals were, so I turned my palm upwards. When Sister Yin's genitals attacked again, I quietly placed my fingers on the base of my penis. With the heavy pressure on her genitals, my fingers and penis went into Sister Yin's vagina. Caught off guard, Sister Yin grimaced:

"Hey, what are you doing? You bad boy!"

After saying that, Sister Yin stopped moving. She lowered her head and stared blankly at her genitals with my penis and fingers inserted. When she tried to lift her buttocks, I pressed down on her spine without saying a word. My fingers dug and probed freely inside Sister Yin's vagina. At the same time, my penis was not idle either, thrusting upwards hard. Sister Yin, leaning on her arms and with her beautiful eyes tightly closed, cried out,

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle!"

I ignored her completely and began to dig even more fiercely with my fingers. My gaze was vacant, and I grimaced as if I were dealing with a mortal enemy, digging into Sister Yin's vagina with all my might. Hearing Sister Yin's heavy breathing and slightly painful moans, I experienced an unexpected feeling: What was this feeling?

Sister Yin could no longer endure my merciless digging. She struggled to break free from me and collapsed onto the earthen bed with a thud. I pounced on Sister Yin's crotch like a mad boar, spreading her vagina apart and continuing to dig wildly, while simultaneously sucking on the tender, rolling flesh of her vagina with my tongue.

"Ah—, ah—, ah—, Xiao Li, you're killing me!"

"Is it okay?"

"Okay, okay, ah, ah, ah,..." Sister Yin stopped resisting and instead pressed my head down tightly:

"Xiao Li, hurry, hurry, hurry and lick me, lick, lick my clitoris, no, no, lick here!"

After saying that, Sister Yin reached out a hand and pinched her dark red clitoral head tightly:

"Lick this, lick this, hurry, hurry and lick!"

I didn't dare to delay, I took Sister Yin's clitoral head into my mouth and rubbed it quickly with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh—, oh—,"

Sister Yin clung to me tightly, her two white legs taut, her whole body trembling uncontrollably:

"Oh dear, oh dear, Xiao Li, lick it quickly, I, I, I'm coming!"

I sucked on Sister Yin's clitoris even more vigorously, and, not satisfied, I inserted three fingers into her vagina at once. I could clearly feel Sister Yin's vagina contracting violently, while her body continued to tremble:

"Oh dear, oh dear, I, I, I can't take it, I, I'm going to die, oh dear, oh dear!"

A wave of hot, pungent breath, mixed with choking love juice, gushed out from Sister Yin's open vagina, hitting my cheek. Before I could react, Sister Yin's body suddenly went limp unexpectedly, and she slowly released me:

"Sigh," Sister Yin sighed helplessly:

"It's over, it's over so quickly, oh, what a pity, too short!"

"Sister Yin, what's over?" I asked, puzzled.

"Pleasure," Sister Yin said with a hint of regret,

"Pleasure, the kind of pleasure that makes you feel like you're floating on air!"

"Pleasure," I glanced at Sister Yin's vagina, which was overflowing with lubrication,

"You felt pleasure?"

"Yes, it's all because you kept digging in, making it both painful and itchy inside. My urine suddenly felt like I was urinating, and when you licked my clitoris, I couldn't take it anymore. It started flowing and flowing down there! Then it started throbbing. That feeling was so good, but it was too short. If it could be longer, it would be even more wonderful!"

"Really!" I asked, half-believing, as I inserted my finger into Sister Yin's vagina. Sure enough, it was overflowing with moisture, slippery and wet. My finger moved freely inside without any obstruction.

"So wet!" I muttered to myself.

"Yes, come on, Xiao Li, put it in, now is the slipperiest time, come on, put it in!"

But after a lot of struggling, Sister Yin reached her climax, experiencing a fleeting pleasure, while my penis disappointedly drooped. Sister Yin glanced at it:

"It's soft again!"

"Then," I grasped my penis and climbed in front of Sister Yin's head:

"Let's start again!" After saying that, I straddled Sister Yin's neck.

"Hmph," Sister Yin grasped my penis and gently slapped it:

"You little rascal,..."

Before she could finish speaking, I had already shoved my penis into Sister Yin's mouth, thrusting into her like I was penetrating a vagina. Sister Yin closed her eyes in pain:

"You little rascal, you're using my mouth like a vagina, oh dear, oh dear, you little rascal,..."

Glug, glug,...

My penis thrust wildly into Sister Yin's mouth. Sister Yin simply stopped screaming and let me do as I pleased, desperately resisting the impact of my glans with her tongue.

"Ah—,"

I suddenly felt a surge of excitement, and my emotions instantly spiraled out of control. With a "splat—," my semen sprayed into Sister Yin's mouth again. I held my penis, staring blankly as the meager amount of semen dripped from my glans into Sister Yin's mouth. Sister Yin tried to push the semen out of her mouth with her tongue, but I pressed her head down:

"Swallow it, swallow it!"

"Ugh—," I released my penis and covered Sister Yin's mouth with my hand. Sister Yin shook her head a few times, and with a series of "Ugh—, ugh—" sounds, she finally swallowed my semen with great reluctance. December 9th, Chapter Sixteen:

After that unforgettable night, I became completely infatuated with Sister Yin. My mind was completely occupied by her. Whenever I thought of Sister Yin, her beautiful face, her lips, her breasts, her full hips, or her vagina, my penis would become restless and throbbing. What made me even happier was that Sister Yin had also fallen in love with me. Whenever we were together, after a passionate kiss, Sister Yin would hold me and say passionately,

"Xiao Li, do you know, just thinking about it makes me tremble all over, and I get soaking wet down there!"

"Really? Let me see!" Upon hearing this, Sister Yin immediately spread her legs. I reached my hand to her genitals and touched them. Sure enough, Sister Yin's genitals were wet and hot, even her underwear was soaked.

I suddenly became excited, and triumphantly pulled down Sister Yin's pants. Then, without thinking twice, I thrust my penis into Sister Yin's wet vagina and began to pound wildly. Sister Yin's legs were spread wide, leaning against the kang cabinet. Sometimes she would silently gaze at her genitals, and sometimes she would look up at me tenderly, then reach out and grab my chest and my nipples.

"Splat, splat, splat, splat..."

My penis happily churned in Sister Yin's vagina. Each thrust was like a fish trap thrown into a small pond, splashing up white ripples and making a series of pleasant, crisp sounds. Watching my penis violently thrusting into Sister Yin's vagina, I could clearly feel that it had become unusually large overnight, and had matured in ways I couldn't have imagined. Facing Sister Yin's vagina, my penis was no longer as clumsy and helpless as it had been at first, bumping around aimlessly like a headless fly. What made me even more proud was that my semen was no longer like it had been during my first time with Sister Yin—either disappointingly premature ejaculation that ruined the entire encounter, or failing to ejaculate properly no matter what I tried.

Now, all those embarrassing and frustrating situations were a thing of the past, ruthlessly swept into the dustbin of my life's history. Look, before Sister Yin's open, mature vagina, my fledgling penis gleamed with a chilling light, launching wave after wave of attacks that left Sister Yin overwhelmed.

"Oh, oh, oh…"

Under my frenzied onslaught, Sister Yin couldn't help but moan. Hearing her wanton moans, I became even more excited, my penis thrusting even more powerfully.

"Hehehe," Sister Yin touched my wet penis:

"It's so thick, it's gotten so big in just a few days!... Oh, oh, it's so hard, so hard, good, good..."

"Is it good?" With a conqueror's expression, I continued to thrust into Sister Yin, asking in my old-fashioned way:

"Is it good, Sister Yin!"

"Yes,"

"Hehe, how is it good?"

"Go away, go away, go away, go away to your grandma's grandson, it's good, it's good!"

"But, Sister Yin, tell me, how exactly is it good?"

"It's numb and tingly!"

"Really?"

"Yes, Xiao Li, the harder you thrust, the more numb my insides become, and the more comfortable I feel!"

"Okay, then thrust hard!"

After saying that, I took a deep breath, then gritted my teeth, and my incredibly hard penis thrust hard into Sister Yin's vagina. Sister Yin closed her eyes:

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, good, good, good, that's it!"

I thrust and pounded tirelessly until Sister Yin beneath me was panting and drenched in sweat. She gripped her smooth thighs with both hands and pleaded,

"Xiao Li, come!"

"Why? I haven't had enough yet!"

"Xiao Li, let's play again tomorrow, I can't take it anymore!"

"Sister Yin, it's only been a short time, not even an hour!"

"Xiao Li, really, I really can't take it anymore, my legs are numb, I can't even lift them!... Xiao Li, have pity on me, I have to go out and sell cigarettes tomorrow, standing like this all day!"

"Okay, I'll come!"

Hearing Sister Yin's plea, I gathered my strength, mentally preparing myself for ejaculation. I lifted Sister Yin's buttocks slightly:

"Sister Yin, lift it up, lift it up!"

"Oh, okay!" Sister Yin obediently raised her buttocks. I dipped my finger inside Sister Yin's vagina, smeared the love juice onto my glans, and then made my final attack on Sister Yin's vagina. Amidst the popping sounds and Sister Yin's moans, I shuddered violently, and whoosh—a pool of semen shot straight into Sister Yin's vagina. Sister Yin hurriedly grabbed the toilet paper beside her:

"Ah, so much! I play every day, how come there's still so much!"

What delighted me even more was that for almost the entire semester, my mother and father hadn't noticed that I was skipping school at all. So, I continued to confidently and boldly weave my shameless lies. Winter mornings come exceptionally late. When the wall clock listlessly struck the sixth time, the frosty windows remained a cold, dark void. I scrambled out of bed, quickly washed my face, then slung my backpack over my shoulder and demanded my lunch money from my mother:

"Mom, give me some money, I'm going to school!"

"Xiao Li," my mother opened her beautiful little purse:

"It's only six o'clock, what are you going to school so early for?"

"Mom, finals are coming up soon, there are exams, and I need to review a lot of material. The teacher told us to get to school early for morning self-study!"

"Oh, here you go!"

"Mom, give me a few more, I won't be back until very late, I need to eat dinner at school!"

"Oh, right, here you go, here's another one!"

I stuffed the allowance my mother gave me into my pocket and ran out the door happily, chanting slogans all the way. My mother, completely unaware of what was going on, smiled at my equally clueless father and said:

"Our son has grown up, he's obedient now!"

"Really?" My father expressed a little doubt:

"Is that really the case? How come he has evening self-study every day?"

"..."

I slammed the door shut. I didn't hear my mother and father's conversation anymore, nor did I want to. I had no thoughts at all; all I could think about was Sister Yin.

"Sister Yin!" I went straight to Sister Yin's house. She had just gotten up, and we kissed passionately. Then, I helped her chop wood, mix coal, start a fire, and cook. After breakfast, Sister Yin took her two children to kindergarten, while I pushed her stroller to sell cigarettes near the temple. When Sister Yin returned from the kindergarten on her bicycle, I had already set up her cigarette stall neatly.

"Oh," Sister Yin leaned her bicycle against a tree trunk, then slowly walked to the cigarette stand, blowing on her frozen hands.

"Xiao Li, not bad..."

"Sister Yin, I've already sold several packs. Here, this is the money for the cigarettes!"

"Hehe, thank you! Ah, Xiao Li, it seems even colder today than yesterday!"

"Yes, Sister Yin, it's almost eight o'clock, and we still can't see the sun! The gloomy sky looks so unpleasant!"

"Don't dream about the sun. Maybe it'll snow today!"

We chatted happily and laughed in the cold wind. We seemed to have endless topics to talk about. We talked and laughed while jumping around. The cold made our toes sting like needles, so we had to jump to try to get a little bit of warmth to relieve our frozen feet. We faced each other, exhaling hot breath that hit each other's cheeks with each breath. During our conversation, we completely forgot about the cold. As we talked, the gloomy sky inexplicably darkened:

"Oh, it's getting dark, Sister Yin, we should go home!"

"Yes, home, let's cook!"

"Yes, home, cook, eat, and then make love!" "

Go away, you little rascal, all you know is that!" Sister Yin pinched my frozen nose with her frozen hand while tidying up her stall:

"You little rascal, so useless, all you know is that!"

After dinner, after settling the two children, Sister Yin sat down beside me with a smile. I eagerly wrapped my arms around her neck, and Sister Yin understood:

"You little rascal," she said, and began to undress. As we both crawled into bed, I quietly took out the razor blade I had bought from the store during the day from my shirt pocket. I waved the blade in front of Sister Yin's eyes, and she asked in surprise:

"Xiao Li, what are you doing?"

"Of course, Sister Yin, I'm going to shave you!"

"No," Sister Yin shook her head:

"No, I won't shave!"

"Go ahead and shave, what's the point of having it!"

"..."

I finally convinced Sister Yin. Sister Yin reluctantly spread her legs, and I happily took the razor blade. I imitated my mother, first washing Sister Yin's vulva with warm water, and then drying it with a towel:

"Ah," looking at the tender and lovely vulva in front of me, overflowing with the scent of soap, I couldn't help but take a bite:

"So fragrant!"

"Hehe, you bad boy!" Sister Yin laughed, spreading her legs.

I grabbed a clump of white soap suds and rubbed it repeatedly on Sister Yin's genitals, then gently pressed the razor blade against them. Seeing this, Sister Yin's thighs suddenly trembled:

"Xiao Li, be careful! Don't bleed!"

"Don't worry!"

"Snip, snip, snip..."

"Snip, snip, snip..."

"..."

Wherever the blade passed, accompanied by a series of crisp snips, the curly black hairs immediately fell to the ground, revealing a patch of fine white skin. After my careful scraping, Sister Yin's genitals underwent a delightful transformation from top to bottom, resembling a small white hill. I muttered to myself,

"Wow, what a beautiful white hill!"

"Hehe," Sister Yin chuckled, reaching out to touch her smooth genitals:

"Hehe, shaved so clean, I'm not used to it yet!"

Ah--, I stared intently at Sister Yin's smooth vulva. Gradually, my mind drifted back to my mother's equally smooth private parts. I became excited, and my penis immediately stood up. I sat up, parted Sister Yin's labia, and inserted my penis. Wow, what a wonderful feeling! When my penis was completely inside Sister Yin's vagina, when my lower abdomen touched Sister Yin's smooth vulva, the soft, tender, and glossy sensation filled me with emotion. I closed my eyes happily, imagining that the place I was penetrating was my mother's private parts. Hahaha, although I couldn't have intercourse with my mother, I found an ideal substitute—the vagina of Sister Yin, who was ten years younger than my mother.

"Mom," I cried out passionately, throwing myself onto Sister Yin's naked body. Sister Yin's legs clamped tightly around my back, her hands stroking me incessantly.

"What, Mom?"

"Mom,"

"You bad boy, who's your mom?!"

"Mom," "

..."

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang,..."

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang,..."

I

was on top of Sister Yin, thrusting wildly while calling out "Mom" passionately, when suddenly, the door banged loudly. I opened my eyes with a start, staring blankly at Sister Yin beneath me. Sister Yin hesitated for a moment, then pushed me away:

"Xiao Li, quick, get dressed!"

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang,..."

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang,..."

"..."

Amidst the frantic knocking, Sister Yin and I hurriedly dressed. Sister Yin jumped out of bed, buttoning her clothes as she slipped on her slippers and ran towards the door:

"Who is it?"

"Open the door, open the door quickly, it's the police station!"

"Oh, the police station!" Sister Yin muttered, frowning, as she unlocked the door. With a clatter, the door was pushed open, and two young policemen, holding blinding flashlights, walked into the room with serious expressions:

"Are you Yin Shuli?"

"Yes, I am!"

"That's right!" One of the policemen nodded towards the outside:

"Comrade, we found him! Come in!"

Two policemen darted out, and a man and a woman squeezed into the dark house. I sat trembling on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), peeking out through the crack in the inner room door. I inwardly groaned:

Oh my God, it's over!

Chapter Seventeen

: It was Mom and Dad, their heads, shoulders, and eyebrows covered in snowflakes. Wearing heavy woolen coats, they shivered as they squeezed into Sister Yin's house.

"Where's my son?" Mom asked coldly, her hands in her pockets. "Is

my son at your house?"

"Who are you?" Sister Yin asked, bewildered.

"Who are you?"

"I'm ×××'s mother. Is ××× at your house?"

"Oh," Sister Yin nodded.

"Yes, yes..."

Before Sister Yin could continue, Mom shoved her aside and stormed into the inner room. Seeing me sitting blankly on the edge of the kang, Mom's beautiful eyes widened, and she grabbed my collar:

"Well, well, look what you've done! You, you, you're how you send me to school, isn't this, this, this is your evening study session, isn't it?"

I lowered my head in shame. I had no reason to argue anymore. Looking at my mother, who was full of hope for me, what else could I say? My mother yelled at me for a while, then shoved me hard, venting her remaining anger on Sister Yin:

"You little hooligan, you bitch, you, you're inciting teenagers to go astray, dragging innocent kids down with you, I'm going to sue you!"

"You—," Sister Yin glared at my mother, trembling:

"You, you, what did you say?"

"Hooligan, bitch!"

"You, you, you're making baseless accusations, I, I, I'm not finished with you!" After saying that, Sister Yin, who was usually submissive at the crossroads, suddenly lunged at my mother like a lamb driven mad. A policeman immediately stepped between them, while my father silently pulled my mother back:

"That's enough, that's enough, it's good that you found her, stop arguing, what's the point of all this cursing!"

Under the persuasion and mediation of the two policemen, my mother finally opened her mouth and apologized to the crying, incoherent Sister Yin:

"I'm sorry, I acted impulsively. I shouldn't have cursed and insulted you. Please forgive me!..."

After saying this, Mom gave Dad a wink, then grabbed my hand and rushed out of Sister Yin's house without looking back. Dad followed closely behind Mom, his big feet crunching annoyingly in the thick snow.

"Sigh, this good-for-nothing!" Dad sighed.

"I just don't understand. Our family is so well-off, why do you insist on running off to that slum? Look at that cigarette shop, is that even a home? No heating, no gas, not even a sewer... You little brat, why do you want to run off to a place like that?"

My mother and father sandwiched me between them, like a fugitive being dragged back to our warm home. Facing the sweltering heat, my heart sank to the floor. I slumped into a chair, head bowed, and my mother abruptly pulled up a chair and sat down opposite me.

"Good lad, I never expected this! You've really got guts, skipping almost a whole semester of school. I didn't think much of it before, didn't pay attention to you, but recently I realized something was off. I even skipped class to go to your homeroom teacher. Good heavens, you haven't attended a single day of school this entire semester! Your father and I asked around everywhere, ran through countless streets, until it was dark, before we finally found out you were always hanging out with that slutty woman who sells cigarettes. But when your father and I rushed over to the temple, there wasn't a single cigarette seller to be found. We had no choice but to call the police station for help. Sigh, you've completely disgraced me!"

"That little brat!" Dad cursed, then muttered to himself,

"Sigh, why wasn't the family planning policy implemented sooner? If it had been implemented a few years earlier, this kid wouldn't exist, and I wouldn't have to worry about him like this!"

"Go away," Mom glared at Dad.

"Go away, go away, go away, I'm disciplining the child, don't interrupt!" Then, my mother asked me in an interrogative tone:

"You better tell me honestly, have you and that slut done that kind of thing?"

"What thing?" I asked mischievously.

"Don't be so sure, just tell me!"

"No! I just don't want to go to school, and I don't want to fight with the teachers anymore. But it's freezing outside, so I help Sister Yin sell cigarettes during the day and go to her house to warm up at night."

"Ha, you make it sound so easy, it sounds nice too. Who knows what you two were doing together!"

"Sigh," Dad continued to sigh,

"Society these days is so chaotic!"

"Son," Mom suddenly softened her tone, she took my icy hand:

"Son, do you still want to study hard?"

"Yes!"

"But, if you continue like this, how can you possibly improve? You'll turn into a hooligan!" Mom rubbed my frozen fingers:

"Son, Mom won't hold you accountable for what happened before. You've wasted your entire junior high school years like this. I've already asked around and am preparing to send you to the best high school in the city. You must change your ways, study hard, and get into university for Mom, okay, son!" Mom's tone was practically pleading:

"Son, my precious son, just think of it as studying for me, helping me get into university, isn't that enough?"

"Okay, Mom, I'll definitely study hard at my new school!"

"Sigh," a precious smile finally appeared on Mom's face, and my mood improved considerably. Mom continued,

"Look at your sister, she got into a top national university a year early!"

"Hmph," I huffed, looking at my sister who was standing by the wall washing clothes, then raised my head, showing a hint of disdain. Mom gave me a cold smile:

"What are you huffing about? What are you so upset about? Your sister not only got into university a year early, but she also answered a math question that no one else could answer correctly!"

"Hmph," I scoffed,

"What's so great about that, sister!" I shouted at my sister,

"Congratulations on getting into university a year early!"

"Thank you, little brother, you'd better study hard and get into university too!"

"Getting into university is a piece of cake, sister. Let me test you, a student at a top university, first!"

"Go ahead and test me!" the sister replied nonchalantly.

"Sister, what was the first dynasty in China?"

"The Tang Dynasty!"

"Wow!" I chuckled, instantly becoming smug.

"Alright, alright, sister, you don't even know the most basic history? Fine, I won't test your history anymore. I'll test your geography instead. Sister, which continent is Japan on?" "

Europe!"

"What?" I jumped up and walked to my sister's side. She glanced at me.

"What? Isn't that right? Isn't Japan a Western country?"

"Sister," I pointed to the world map above her head,

"my dear sister, please look up and take a good look at the map. Where is Japan? Find it for me!"

"Where!" My nearsighted sister adjusted her glasses, staring blankly at the map, muttering,

"Where, where is it? Really, where is Japan?"

"Hmph," I turned to my mother,

"Hmph, look, Mom, this is a student from a top university!"

"Stop being so conceited!" Seeing my sister's embarrassment, Mom said to me,

"Your sister has never been interested in history and geography since she was little, and those subjects weren't on her college entrance exam. Son, if you're not happy about that, then study hard and get into college too. That's what's important!"

"Hmph, I'll study hard then!"

"Son," Mom said very seriously,

"look, every year the kids in our building get into college. Every family has a college graduate. Son, you have to make me proud and get into college! Ah!"

"Mom, don't worry, but!" I said, almost bargaining,

"But Mom, please don't hold a grudge against Sister Yin anymore. She didn't do anything wrong..."

"Go away, go away, go away!" Hearing me mention Sister Yin again, Mom's face immediately darkened.

"Don't mention her to me. Just thinking about her makes me upset!"

Late at night, I lay stiffly on my back in bed, lost in thought. I realized that if I continued like this, things would definitely not end well. I would completely sink into depravity, just as Mom said, becoming a little hooligan! No, no, I don't want that. I need to pull myself together, achieve something, and show Mom and Dad, and also show all the other kids in the building. In our childhood, we kids would get together whenever we had the chance to play marbles, cards, hide-and-seek, house, and mud cannons... Now, many of my friends who are a few years older than me have already swaggered into the gates of high school. Why can't I go to a prestigious university to further my studies? What am I lacking compared to you all? I only missed one semester of school, right? I can make it up, I can definitely make it up, hehe, believe it or not? We'll see!

I didn't want to sink into despair like this. I tried to shift my focus from Sister Yin to my studies, and I did it. In the new semester, I poured all my energy into my studies. My friend Sun Xun and I encouraged each other, determined to enter university together.

"Yes," Sun Xun said earnestly,

"Stop talking nonsense, settle down, study hard and get into university!"

Sometimes, when I felt dizzy from reading, I would unconsciously think of Sister Yin again. I felt I should find an opportunity to secretly go to Sister Yin and explain things to her. Yes, I should see Sister Yin, I should explain things. Once I made up my mind, on a day off, I went to the library under the pretext of reading and secretly slipped away to the temple.

Ah, I see her! I see her! I see Sister Yin! She's still the same cheerful girl, a floral scarf wrapped around her head, leaning against the cart, responding to the teasing of the idlers with a mix of warmth and irritation:

"Go to hell!"

I was so excited I almost shouted it out loud. But after only a few seconds, I hesitated. My legs suddenly felt heavy. I wanted to run to Sister Yin's side as quickly as possible, but when I thought of the scene of my mother and Sister Yin fighting like cockfighting, I became worried. I was afraid that Sister Yin would blame me:

"Xiao Li, look at what your mother said! It's completely unreasonable! Little brother, did I seduce you?"

Thinking of this, I was torn. I wanted to leave, but I was unwilling to give up. So, I could only stand not far from Sister Yin for a long time, staring at her blankly. A pedestrian jumped off his bicycle and walked to Sister Yin's cigarette stand. He took out a banknote and called out to Sister Yin, who was busy flirting with some idlers. Sister Yin turned around at the sound of his voice. She raised her face, about to take the banknote from the pedestrian's hand, when suddenly her gaze inadvertently swept across the street. I happened to be looking at her too, and our eyes unexpectedly met. Sister Yin's arm holding the banknote froze in mid-air. The pedestrian impatiently urged her on, but Sister Yin seemed deaf. She grinned and handed the banknote back to the pedestrian, rushing across the street without a care:

"Xiao Li!--"

"Sister Yin!--"

We reached out to each other almost at the same time. In an instant, our four hands clasped tightly together. I called out repeatedly:

"Sister Yin, Sister Yin, Sister Yin,..."

"Xiao Li," Sister Yin's weathered face suddenly trembled, and a string of hot tears rolled involuntarily from her eyes:

"Xiao Li, oh oh oh..."

"Sister Yin, I, I, I'm so sorry! I apologize to you again on behalf of Mom!"

"Sigh," Sister Yin let go of my hand and wiped away her tears:

"Xiao Li, don't mention those upsetting things. I'm a carefree person, let bygones be bygones..."

"Sister Yin, I've decided to start studying hard. I can't keep drifting like this; it's not good for me, and there's no future in it!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Sister Yin nodded in strong agreement:

"That's right, Xiao Li, you must study hard, you'll be successful in the future!"

"Sister Yin," I felt guilty, and in a moment of impulsiveness, I made a rash promise and wrote an empty check:

"Sister Yin, I will definitely study hard, and when I can earn money, I will definitely repay you!"

"Hmm," Sister Yin smoothed my hairline:

"Xiao Li, I don't want anything from you. If you're doing well and successful, I'll be content!"

People are afraid of meeting again, just as trees are afraid of being stripped of their bark. From then on, Sister Yin and I secretly resumed our romantic relationship. Because of the pressure of studying, our interactions weren't as frequent or passionate as before, but they never completely ended. Even after I graduated from university, we maintained this ambiguous relationship.

...

Chapter

Eighteen: My four years of university life were uneventful, completely unrelated to my long journey into becoming a rogue. There's nothing worth writing about in detail, and forcing it would be off-topic. Therefore, due to space and energy constraints, it's best to only briefly mention my university studies. A few extra words: During my university years, I had a few relationships, all of which ended in failure. The female classmates I could get involved with were either disapproved of by my mother or didn't like me. Only once did I have the incredible honor of winning the favor of a female classmate, which truly flattered me. What surprised me even more was that my extremely picky mother also took a liking to this classmate. I brought her home, and my mother chatted with her for a long time. When she learned that her family lived in the interior of China and that she intended to return to her hometown after graduation, my mother immediately made us end our relationship. After these events, I had even less interest in romantic relationships with female classmates. Without genuine commitment, there is no satisfying outcome. To be honest, I still had feelings for Sister Yin, and I would sneak over to her like a thief at the slightest opportunity.

After graduation, my mother pulled strings and went to great lengths to finally get me a job in the propaganda department of a government agency. My immediate supervisor was a short, stout man in his fifties. He wore thick glasses, and behind the high-set lenses, a pair of cunning little eyes glared at me with ill intent. Behind his round, bulbous head was a ridiculously large fleshy ball, which reminded me of Kim Jong-un of North Korea. Below his filthy, bulbous nose was a long, wide mouth with unusually thick, greasy lips. Whenever he spoke, nauseating saliva would involuntarily drool from the corners of his fleshy mouth:

"Hmm, ah, ha!" Before each sentence, he would weakly, whether intentionally or unintentionally, utter a few "Hmm, ah, ha," and then he would yank open his drawer:

"Little Zhang, these are my new books. Take a good look! I believe that reading these books will greatly help your future propaganda work!"

With that, he proudly pushed several brand-new books, still smelling of ink, in front of me. I nervously picked one up and quickly flipped through it. The thick pages were filled with uniform official jargon—a blatant copy of a Party publication.

"Xiao Zhang, from now on you'll be in charge of compiling our department's external publicity materials. Hmm, ah, ha, this job is very important!"

This person's surname is Han, and all the junior staff in our office call him "Director Han, Director Han!"

before I even figured out the famous name of "Director Han," his nickname unexpectedly reached my ears beforehand: "Han the Loudmouth."

After only a few days at work, I noticed that Han the Loudspeaker was an extraordinary person. Almost every day, people would come to him with slips of paper asking him to do all sorts of things. Each time, Han the Loudspeaker would glance at the slip of paper, then very politely shake hands and exchange pleasantries. Then, he would suddenly scratch his forehead:

"Oh dear, I've run out of cigarettes. Could you go downstairs and buy me a pack?"

The person who needed his help wouldn't dare to delay and would turn around to buy him cigarettes. Or, he would mutter something like,

"Oh, the boiled water at the office is really undrinkable. Could you buy me a can of soda?"

After receiving the cigarettes or soda, he would thoughtfully look at his watch:

"Don't worry, I'll do my best to handle your matter. Hmm, ah, ha, it's getting late. Let's go downstairs and find a restaurant to eat and chat!"

"Okay, okay," the person would reply readily, then ask,

"Director Han, which restaurant should we go to?"

"Hmm, ah, ha... don't be too wasteful, a new dumpling restaurant just opened downstairs, let's just have some dumplings!"

"Okay, Director Han, let's go!"

So, Director Han happily went off to drink!

Back home, I told my mother about my boss's nickname and his stories. She chuckled,

"Hehe, Director Han is quite

the braggart!" She explained, "My colleagues in the government told me that Director Han is highly educated, and even more so, a gifted writer. In meetings, he often speaks fluently and eloquently without needing to prepare a script. In his youth, his extraordinary eloquence propelled him to the position of mayor's secretary. However, he was too lecherous. With a little power, he became arrogant and engaged in promiscuous relationships within the government, creating a chaotic and unpleasant atmosphere. As a result, the mayor, in a fit of rage, kicked him out of the mayor's office and demoted him to the propaganda department, a position with no real power. Director Han not only has a silver tongue, but also an even louder voice. In the propaganda department, he was very enthusiastic about propaganda and mobilization work. Over time, because of his loud voice, people gave him the nickname 'Han the Loudspeaker.'" My mother cleared her throat and continued:

"Yes, that Han the Loudmouth, not only is he a womanizer, but he also loves to drink. His colleagues say he's a glutton; once he starts drinking, he won't stop until he's completely drunk. As a result, he got a stroke. Son, have you noticed? He walks with a limp now, and he's always drooling when he talks. It's all from drinking. He's lucky he didn't get paralyzed or die from drinking! Sigh," the mother frowned suddenly at the mention of drinking.

"Sigh, I still have to treat him to drinks. I hate that guy the most. I've met him a few times before when I was at the office, and he gets all clingy and can't move when he sees a woman. All of us women stay far away from him. But now, for you, for my son's future, I have no choice. In a few days, I have to treat him to drinks, get him drunk, and then ask him to take good care of you. Son, you don't know, even though Director Han has been demoted and doesn't have much real power anymore, he still has a lot of connections and influence. If we get him happy, we can ask him to pull some strings with the mayor, and maybe he can promote you soon!"

"Director Han!" The next day, just before the end of the workday, my mother, dressed up and carrying a small handbag, walked into our propaganda department office with a beaming smile:

"Director Han, hello!"

"Oh," Han Dalaba, who was engrossed in writing, looked up and adjusted his glasses. When he saw that it was my beautiful mother, he threw down his pen and stood up abruptly. He pushed back his office chair and walked over to my mother, extending his large, fleshy hand:

"Oh, oh, Teacher X, welcome, welcome!"

His large hand tightly gripped my mother's delicate palm, which made me quite annoyed: Humph, what a shameless old lecher, taking advantage of the opportunity to shake hands with someone to take advantage of the opposite sex. Han Dalabao looked at my mother with concern:

"Teacher X, how's work lately?"

"Good, good, thank you for your concern for our school, Director Han!"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. Doing a good job in the school's publicity is my duty!"

"Director Han!" My mother quietly pulled away from Han Dalabao's bear-like hand:

"It's almost time to get off work. Come on, Director Han, let's have a simple meal!"

"Ah," Han Dalabao's face immediately lit up with joy:

"Okay, Teacher X, wait for me a moment, I'll tidy up!"

"Xiao Zhang," Han Dalabao said to me while tidying up his manuscripts:

"Go downstairs and buy me a pack of cigarettes!"

"Go," my mother stuffed a banknote into my hand.

"Director Han," Mom suggested,

"Which restaurant should we go to?"

"Hmm, ah, ha," Han Dalabao rubbed his nearly balding head,

"Teacher X, don't be wasteful, let's keep it simple. There's a newly opened dumpling restaurant downstairs, let's just have some dumplings!"

"Ah--," as soon as he sat down in the dumpling restaurant, Han Dalabao happily picked up the menu,

"Hmm, ah, ha, waiter, what are your specialties?"

"Go," after ordering, Han Dalabao said to me,

"Xiao Zhang, go buy me a drink!"

"Director Han, why a drink? We have to drink alcohol!"

"Hmm, ah, ha," Han Dalabao shook his head,

"No, I'm sick, I can't drink anymore!"

I bought the drink, but after all the dishes were served, Han Dalabao suddenly changed his mind:

"No way! Even though I'm sick, Teacher X invited me to dinner, and I'll risk my life to have a good drink with her!"

I clearly saw Han Dalaba secretly slip a drink into his pocket, then pick up a beer glass:

"Come on, Teacher X, cheers!"

"Director Han," Mom reluctantly raised her glass:

"Cheers!"

"Hmm, ah, ha," after downing a beer, Han Dalaba became even more excited. He deliberately moved closer to Mom, who awkwardly dodged him:

"Director Han, come on, another drink!"

"Okay, Teacher X, pour me

some beer, I'll drink it all down, even if it kills me." Glug,

another beer down. From childhood to adolescence to youth, I had never seen Mom drink alcohol, let alone so much. I stared blankly as Mom and Han Dalaba drank back and forth, downing glass after glass, silently thinking: Mom, dear Mom, you're doing this all for your son. A feeling of gratitude for my mother welled up within me once more. I suddenly remembered Sister Yin's words: yes, my mother must have suffered greatly giving birth to me. But what have I, her son, done for her? From childhood to adulthood, how much trouble have I caused her? How much has she worried about me, how many tears has she shed? Now, I'm all grown up, working, yet she still worries about me, hoping I'll achieve great success. And now, she's abandoned her former modesty, recklessly drinking with this old lecher. Mother, Mother, my great mother. I recalled my past inappropriate thoughts about her, and felt even more ashamed. Although I hadn't drunk a drop, my cheeks unexpectedly flushed red, the blush spreading down to my neck.

Soon, Han Dalaba was quite tipsy from his mother's drinking. Seeing that the time was right, his mother sat down next to him with a smile:

"Director Han, from now on, my son will be entirely in your care!" "

No, no," Han Dalaba, seemingly drunk, grabbed his mother's arm:

"No, no, no problem! Teacher X, don't worry!"

His mother tried her best to avoid Han Dalaba's entanglement, but she had to half-heartedly deal with him, constantly reminding him to take good care of her and not to forget to promote her if any good jobs came her way. Swaying unsteadily, drool dripping from his mouth, Han Dalabao nodded his round head repeatedly:

"Don't worry, don't worry, Teacher X, from now on, your son is my son, I, I..."

Seeing that it was getting late and he'd said enough, his mother called it a day:

"Oh, Director Han, it's getting late, let's stop here for today!"

"Teacher X, let's drink a little longer!"

"Director Han, it's too late, I have to work tomorrow. If you want to drink, let's drink again another day, there's plenty of time!"

"Okay, fine!"

"Waiter, the bill!" His mother immediately called the waiter. When the waiter came over with the bill, Han Dalabao, who looked completely drunk, suddenly perked up:

"How much?"

"Fifty!"

"Oh," seeing his mother take out the money and hand it to the waiter, Han Dalabao suddenly said:

"Issue, give me an invoice!"

"Yes, sir. You'll need to get the invoice from the counter. Please wait a moment!"

The waiter was about to leave with the money when Han Dalaba suddenly shouted,

"More, more!"

"How much, sir?"

"One hundred and fifty yuan!"

Ah--, my mother and I widened our eyes almost simultaneously, staring blankly at Han Dalaba, as if we were both thinking: My God, this, this, Director Han, you're really something!

"Pack, pack," the waiter said, handing the receipt to Han Dalaba. He then pointed to the leftover food on the table:

"Pack, pack, wrap it up—"

"Yes, sir!"

Han Dalaba had the cigarettes and drinks I bought, along with the 150 yuan receipt, in his pocket, and was carrying the wrapped leftovers in his hand. He took one step forward and two steps back as he descended the stairs. Seeing this, my mother quickly helped him:

"Director Han, be careful! Let me take you home!"

"No, no, no need, Teacher X, it's alright, I, I can go home. Just give me the taxi fare!"

"Okay," as they walked out of the dumpling restaurant, my mother immediately pulled out a banknote:

"Director Han, here, take a taxi home!"

"Thank you, thank you, Teacher X!"

My mother and I shoved Han Dalaba into a taxi. As the taxi sped off, puffing white smoke, and disappeared down the street, my mother and I looked at each other. I shrugged with a wry smile, while my mother spread her hands at me. We smiled knowingly, unsure of what to say.

Chapter Nineteen

"Mom, when I was little, I only knew Dad had a high alcohol tolerance. I never imagined you could drink so much!"

As I helped my swaying mother into the house, I said to her with admiration. Upon hearing this, my mother's face turned bitter:

"I, I, what can I drink? Son, I'm just forcing myself. What else can I do but drink?..." Before she could finish speaking, her flushed face suddenly swelled up horribly. She pushed me away and rushed to the bathroom without a second thought. Mom had just collapsed onto the toilet when she started vomiting, gasping for breath. I rushed over and gently patted her back. She vomited painfully for a while, then looked up, panting heavily. I handed her a glass of water:

"Mom, rinse your mouth!"

"Sigh," Mom sighed, taking the glass.

"Oh, son," she quickly rinsed her mouth,

"It's all for you!"

"Mom," I said, holding her hand, unable to speak for a long time. Mom wiped her mouth with a towel:

"Sigh, raising a son is always so worrying. Son, I'm alright now. You should get some rest too; you have a blind date tomorrow!"

"Ugh, so frustrating!"

Hearing Mom's words, I couldn't help but sigh. The thing I hate most is blind dates—two young people who've never met, dragged together by middle-aged and elderly women eager to play matchmaker, awkwardly glancing at each other, unsure what to say. The nagging matchmaker tirelessly introduces both families, homes, backgrounds, jobs, salaries, heights, weights… Ugh—to hell with it! It's so annoying, utterly vulgar!

I dislike this forced marriage, and I'm even less inclined to talk about matching social status. I always believe that families formed through such arrangements aren't marriages, but transactions—naked transactions, disguised transactions of family backgrounds, social standing, housing, and so on. I don't like this kind of marriage. I crave romance, I love destiny, and I hope for a true, predestined connection—a connection that transcends lifetimes to share a boat ride and a pillow. Therefore, I always make excuses for the blind dates my mother meticulously arranges. If I can't refuse, I absentmindedly and hastily go through with it.

"I'm not going," I turned and went back into the house. Hearing this, Mom immediately yelled,

"You won't go?! You dare!"

The next morning, before I was even fully awake, Mom dragged me out of bed without a word:

"Son, hurry, hurry, get up! We need to get ready!" She then placed a stack of brand-new underwear beside my bed:

"Change into this... oh, no, don't change yet, go take a shower."

I walked dejectedly into the bathroom, when Mom suddenly called out,

"Son, after you shower, put on some perfume!"

"Ah," I replied. After showering, Mom began to dress me up. She took out one outfit after another, but was never satisfied:

"Oh no, this won't do, take it off... no, this won't do either. Sigh, I've been so busy with work, I always wanted to make you a new outfit, but I haven't had time to go to the tailor shop!" All the clothes in the closet were rummaged through by Mom, scattered all over the bed. Finally, Mom dressed me in an outfit she wasn't entirely happy with.

"Oh dear, it's getting late! We still need to go downstairs to get our hair done. Hurry up, son, let's go downstairs!"

When Mom grabbed my hand and rushed to the blind date location, the other party was already waiting. Mom's female colleague said with a displeased look,

"Ms. X, you're late again!"

"Oh, I've been too busy, I'm so sorry!"

In a corner of the room, a graceful young woman sat shyly. Mom's colleague cheerfully introduced her:

"This young lady is named Annie. She works in a research institute. Her father is a senior engineer, currently doing on-site design in Iraq. Her mother works at a bank..." Then, she took my hand and walked to the young lady, introducing me to her.

"Well," Mom's colleague finally asked both parties.

"Do you agree to date or not?" Seeing that neither of us spoke, my colleague's mother asked me,

"Kid, you go first, do you want to date or not?"

"Sure!" I answered casually.

"What about you!" my colleague asked the girl next. The girl secretly glanced at me and then nodded silently.

"Alright," my mother's colleague said, as if she had accomplished something incredibly glorious. Her beaming expression and relieved tone were as if the US and the Soviet Union had finally reached a strategic missile reduction agreement.

"Alright, since both sides agree to give it a try, why don't you two go out for a stroll? Sigh, it wasn't easy, you've made my legs sore! Professor X, you have to treat me to dinner!"

"Of course!" my mother said happily.

"What do you want to eat? Just say the word!"

Encouraged by my mother and her colleague, I awkwardly went downstairs with the girl and onto the bustling street. The girl tiptoed behind me, and I slowed my pace to walk alongside her. Looking at the girl beside me, I, who am usually so talkative and rambling, suddenly stammered. Sigh, what should I say?

"What do you study?"

"Electronics," the girl replied in a barely audible voice. Then, we both fell silent. After a long while, the girl timidly asked me:

"What do you study?"

"Chinese!"

Then, silence returned. Sigh, what's going on here? Is this what dating is like? This is torture! To break the silence, I mustered my courage and suggested,

"There's a movie theater up ahead, shall we watch a movie?"

"Uh, um," the girl hesitated, stammering for a long time before finally declining in a low voice, much to my disappointment,

"I don't have time, I have to go to the library to do some research later!"

"Oh," I said, feeling snubbed,

"Okay then, go do your research!"

"Well," the girl seemed finally relieved to hear my words,

"I'll go now!"

"Goodbye!" I felt a sense of liberation too. I watched the girl disappear into the crowd, then glanced at my watch. Squeak—a bus stopped right in front of me. Without thinking, I jumped on the bus to find Sister Yin!

"Sister Yin!" I jumped off the bus and sneaked into the shade of the temple. I quietly walked up behind Sister Yin. It was noon, and all the idlers had gone to drink and play drinking games. Seeing that no one was around, I hugged the unsuspecting Sister Yin.

"Sister Yin!"

"Oh, Xiao Li, what brings you here today?"

"Sister Yin," I hugged her head and started kissing her passionately. Only when I was with Sister Yin did I feel incredibly happy. Even though I knew perfectly well that Sister Yin didn't belong to me alone, and that we could never be husband and wife, I still genuinely loved Sister Yin.

Sister Yin shoved me away:

"Stop fooling around, Xiao Li, people are watching us!"

"It's okay," I reached into Sister Yin's bosom and pinched her hard. Sister Yin winced and rubbed her breast, which I had pinched painfully, with one hand:

"You little rascal, you hit me so hard!"

I smacked my lips and reluctantly let go of Sister Yin. Sister Yin wiped the drool off her face:

"Xiao Li, what have you been busy with lately?"

"Going on dates!"

"Hahaha..." Sister Yin burst into laughter.

"I see about one a day, ugh, it's so annoying!"

"So, did you manage to see one?"

"No!" I shook my head:

"I didn't see any, I just got rid of another one!"

"What's wrong, isn't she good-looking?"

"No, too shy, she won't even talk to me, can't even watch a movie with me, what's the point of dating her, forget it, bye!"

"Come on," while we were chatting, Sister Yin had already packed up her cigarette stand:

"I'm not selling anymore, come on, Xiao Li, let's go to Sister Yin's house, Sister Yin will cook for you and we'll drink!"

"Okay," I grabbed Sister Yin's cart, feeling extremely excited:

"Oh, cooking and drinking! Hehe,..." I said to Sister Yin with a grin:

"Sister Yin, what do we do after we're done drinking?"

"I don't know!" Sister Yin's face suddenly turned red, I continued:

"Sister Yin, there must be something more exciting than drinking!"

"Go, go..."

After more than twenty days away, Sister Yin's small, dilapidated house, nestled deep in a slum, had suddenly become a ruin. Groups of prisoners, under police supervision, were swinging large sledgehammers, sweating profusely as they hammered at the rubble. I asked Sister Yin,

"What's wrong, Sister Yin? Your house is being demolished?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Great, Sister Yin! You can live in an apartment building now!"

"Great," Sister Yin frowned slightly,

"What's so great about it, Xiao Li?"

"Sister Yin, isn't living in an apartment building good? There's gas, heating, running water, and sewage—it's so much better than your old, run-down house!"

"Sigh, it's good, but," Sister Yin sighed,

"Living in an apartment building is good, everyone knows that, but without money, you can't even move in!"

"Money? What money?"

"Xiao Li, you don't understand. These past few days have been driving me crazy with worry!"

"Sister Yin, what's troubling you?"

"What else could I be worried about? Money, money, money! The house's been demolished, but if I want to move back, to live in a new apartment building, I have to pay for the expanded area, gas installation, and three years of heating. Sigh, Xiaoli, I usually make a living selling cigarettes. The little money I earn is barely enough to feed the family. Sometimes, I can't even afford the two kids' school fees, and I have to shamelessly borrow from the neighbors. Sigh, moving into a new house requires a huge sum of money. Where am I going to get that?"

"Then, Sister Yin, if I don't have money, I can't move into a new house?"

"What kind of new house can I live in if I don't have money!"

"Then what can I do? The government can't just make ordinary people squat on the street, can it?"

"The government doesn't care about your damn business. Figure it out yourself. If you have money, live in a new house. If you don't, sell your housing voucher and buy a run-down bungalow in the suburbs, and continue living in a bungalow. Some of our neighbors have already sold their housing vouchers. It seems I'll have to go down that path in the end too!"

"What?! Buy a house in the suburbs!" My heart skipped a beat, and I abruptly stopped. Sister Yin took the cart and continued walking. I followed behind her and asked,

"Sister Yin, how much will the new house cost?"

"Five thousand!"

"Wow, that's a lot! It'll be quite difficult!"

"Yes, Xiao Li, Sister Yin doesn't have any special skills. Where am I going to get so much money?"

I secretly made up my mind to do everything in my power to help Sister Yin through this difficult time, so she could move into her new home after paying all the fees. But then I thought again, I've only been working for a few days, and my salary is pitifully low. I'm too embarrassed to say it out loud, lest everyone laugh at me! Yes, what power can a penniless clerk have? Alas, I have the will, but not the ability!

I pondered for a long time, racking my brains, but I just couldn't figure out where to get the money to help Sister Yin. I didn't utter a single word until I entered her rented room. Seeing my sudden silence, Sister Yin closed the creaking door, gently put her arm around my neck, and once again displayed her carefree, optimistic nature:

"What are you thinking about, Xiao Li? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Nothing, nothing," I didn't tell Sister Yin my thoughts. I had no confidence in getting the money, so I didn't dare make a promise rashly. However, I still sincerely hoped to help Sister Yin.

"Xiao Li," Sister Yin seemed to see through my thoughts:

"Don't think so much. Say what you need to say. You can't just end up squatting on the street!" Seeing that I still didn't speak, Sister Yin continued.

"Xiao Li, sit down first," Sister Yin said, letting go of me and grabbing the floral apron from the bedside.

"I'll cook you some food!"

"Sister Yin," I clung to her arm, staring at her intently with burning eyes. Sister Yin, seeing this, knew what was going on. She lightly tapped my forehead with her fingertip.

"You little rascal, impatient monkey!"

I didn't answer, and instead pushed Sister Yin down onto the narrow bed.

...

It's so cold outside. Snowflakes are falling heavily outside, and the temperature has already dropped below zero. But the heating company still hasn't turned on the heat. It's so cold. As I type, gusts of cold air blow under my hands, and my fingertips are icy cold. December 9th, Chapter Twenty:

"Little Zhang!" Han Da Laba, his large, fat hands clutching a stack of uneven, crumpled, and jagged receipts, shook his head and ordered me,

"Go, take these receipts to the accounting office and get them reimbursed!"

"Hmm," I stammered, looking at the snowflake-like receipts. Han Da Laba noticed my expression:

"Little Zhang, if the accountant complains about the amount, just...do this to her!" With that, Han Da Laba stood up, pressed his greasy, fat mouth close to my ear, and whispered mysteriously. I replied helplessly,

"Okay, I'll do as you say!"

I nervously entered the accounting office. When I pushed the countless receipts onto the head accountant's desk, this eccentric, cold-faced middle-aged woman, whose face never showed a smile, bared her dry lips and roared like a lioness:

"What, what, what is all this?!"

"Director Han, you, reimburse, me!" I replied, like squeezing toothpaste.

"Reimburse?" The chief accountant casually picked up a receipt:

"What, meal expenses again!"

"Director Han said this is our lunch expenses when we go to the countryside for inspections. Director Han said we can't eat at the grassroots level and add to the burden on the farmers!"

"This, this," the chief accountant picked up another receipt:

"What, car repairs again! I say, Xiao Zhang, why are the cars in your propaganda department always in need of repairs, and each repair costs over a thousand? This, this, what's going on!"

"Director Han said the cars are too old and need to be repaired..."

The chief accountant scrutinized the receipts one by one with a stern face, shouting angrily after each one. I sat trembling at the table like a thief, ready to answer her interrogation-like questions at any moment. Seeing my pitiful state, a woman next to me, who was organizing the ledgers, whispered sympathetically,

"Why are you trembling? What are you afraid of? It's not like you spent the money!"

Her words reminded me, and I suddenly came to my senses. Yes, why should I tremble? This money was all spent by Han Dalao, and he was too embarrassed to ask for reimbursement, leaving me to clean up his mess. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

"Are you new here?" my female colleague asked.

"Yes!" I replied simply, giving her a casual glance. The woman wasn't very old; based on my experience, she couldn't be more than thirty. However, her clothes were quite simple: a light blue top wrapped around a pair of dark blue arm warmers. In this era of permed hair, she still wore two thick, shiny black braids. Her face was square, and although her features weren't outstanding, they were dignified and beautiful, without any makeup or artificial enhancements. Her skin was fair, with a faint rosy glow. Seeing me staring at her, she smiled at me kindly.

"Ah--, this, this," the head accountant picked up another receipt, about to yell at me, when the young woman suddenly turned around and said gently to the lioness-like female accountant,

"Aunt Yao, calm down, what's the use of getting angry with him? He doesn't have the final say. If you have any questions, you can go directly to Director Han!"

"Hmph," the head accountant shoved the receipt aside,

"Xiao Zhang, you can go back now. Tomorrow, Director Han will come in person!"

I stood up with my head down, looking dejected, and walked out of the accounting office.

"Hey!" came the voice of the woman who had spoken up for me from behind.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"What is it?"

"Xiao Zhang, don't you want to get to know me?"

"Of course, what's your surname?" "My

surname is Xu, Xiao Zhang!" Comrade Xu said to me from the middle of the corridor.

"Don't take it to heart. That's just how our head accountant is. Don't let her yelling fool you; she only dares to vent her anger on lowly employees like you. When Director Han comes, she'll obediently reimburse everything. She wouldn't dare offend Director Han. He's a very capable person; there aren't many people in this building who don't rely on him! I reckon the head accountant is so angry today because she must have something she wants Director Han to do. She's first giving him a difficult task, then using these receipts to blackmail him: 'If you do me a favor, I'll reimburse you!'"

"Oh!" I never expected Han the Big Mouth to have so much influence.

"Xiao Zhang," Comrade Xu said sincerely to me,

"To be honest, I also have something I want to ask Director Han for!"

"Then, why don't you go to our office and find him?"

"No," Comrade Xu shook his head,

"No, I'm annoyed by him. He's too lecherous. Xiao Zhang, you know, Director Han keeps making mistakes because of women. Otherwise, he would have been promoted long ago. How could he be stuck in the propaganda department now, getting no real benefits? A few days ago, a female colleague in our accounting office asked him for a favor, and wow, now he's really taken a liking to it. It's just that one thing, and he's been asking her out to dinner every few days. If you don't go out to dinner with him, he gets angry and won't do you anything. If you go out with him, he... he gets drunk and starts touching you inappropriately. It's a real dilemma!"

"Then, if you don't go to him, how do you ask him for a favor?"

"Yes," Comrade Xu got straight to the point:

"Xiao Zhang, I saw you in the accounting office just now, and a sudden idea struck me. I'll beg you, and then you can ask the director for me!"

"Hehe," I couldn't help but laugh,

"Comrade, you're so clever!"

"Hehe," Comrade Xu chuckled mischievously.

"There's no other way, Xiao Zhang, you absolutely have to help me!"

"No problem, Comrade Xu, what is it?"

"Hmm," Comrade Xu thought for a moment, then gave me a mysterious smile:

"Well, this can't be explained in a sentence or two. How about this, do you have anything planned after work?"

"Nothing!"

"Aren't you going for a walk with your girlfriend? Hehe!"

"Comrade, I don't have a girlfriend yet!"

"Hehe, okay, I'll treat you to dinner, and then I'll tell you everything slowly. Oh, and there's a bag of materials. How about it? It's a deal. After work, I need to go home to get that bag of materials. Wait for me in front of the Blue Sky Cinema, okay?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

"Okay, see you at the cinema entrance tonight! Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

After work, I arrived at the movie theater as promised. When I finished my third cigarette, Comrade Xu finally appeared across the street with a beaming smile. She was wearing a light brown trench coat with the collar turned up high, and her long, slender legs took two steps at a time as she ran towards me. When she reached my side with a smile, she very naturally took my arm, which made me quite uncomfortable.

"Xiao Zhang," she gestured towards the movie theater,

"Want to see a movie?"

"Yes,"

"Then let's go!"

We sat down together in the small restaurant of the movie theater. Comrade Xu ordered some fruit platters, and we chatted idly while drinking canned beer. From the conversation, I learned that Comrade Xu was not as old as I had imagined; she was only a year and a half older than me. So, I started calling her Sister Xu. As Sister Xu took her third sip of beer, she put down the can, grabbed her small purse, and carefully pulled out a file folder. At this point, everything got down to business. Sister Xu placed the folder on the table, pointing at it with her finger:

"Xiao Zhang, this is my brother's file!"

"Oh," I nodded.

"Sigh," Sister Xu suddenly sighed,

"Xiao Zhang, my brother... don't even mention him! He was incredibly mischievous as a child, always getting into fights. He'd either break someone's head or break someone's leg! Then my dad would take them to the doctor or pay compensation. Sigh!"

"Hehe," I smiled slightly, offering some comfort,

"There's nothing you can do, boys are all like that. I was mischievous when I was little too, and I caused my mom a lot of trouble!"

"My parents worried about my younger brother since he was little. Now that he's grown up, they worry even more. He doesn't study hard, so my dad sent him to join the army. He drove a car in the army, but after three years, he deserted and came home four or five times. If my dad hadn't repeatedly pleaded on his behalf, the army would have kicked him out long ago. My dad spent a lot of money, and this pampered soldier finally managed to get discharged and was assigned to drive a company shuttle bus. But after only a few days, he got fed up, saying the job was too boring, like a donkey pulling a millstone all day. He didn't want to be a donkey, so he went around begging people to transfer him to another job, spending money and pleading with people..." He changed jobs several times, finally ending up at some development company. For a few years there, he was quite successful, spending money like water. But his good fortune didn't last. The development company went bankrupt due to mismanagement, and he lost his job. After becoming unemployed, his father bought him a taxi, but he got tired of it in less than a year, secretly sold the car, and spent all the money. Alas, his father had no choice but to ask someone to arrange a job for him at a bus company, where he's doing fairly well ever since. But these past few years, all that fiddling around has caused him to lose his personnel file! "Sister Xu paused, took a sip of beer, and then cleared her throat:

"If you want to become a formal employee of the bus company, you need a personnel file. But his file has been lost somewhere long ago. Dad went everywhere looking for it, and finally found out where it was. It turned out to be in the hands of the manager of a bankrupt development company. The manager, who used to spend money like water, is now so poor he can't even afford cigarettes. When Dad asked him for his brother's file, he took the opportunity to act tough and refused to hand it over without a bribe. Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu continued, pointing to the file folder,

"Dad spent two thousand yuan to buy this file folder!"

"Wow," I exclaimed,

"Your brother is really something. Compared to him, my mom and dad are lucky, they're much less of a worry! Hehe!" "

Hehe," Sister Xu smiled bitterly. She gently opened the file folder and pulled out a form:

"Sigh, the file has been retrieved, but there are still a lot of procedures to go through. Look!" Sister Xu handed the form to me, pointing with her delicate white fingers:

"Xiao Zhang, this, this, and this are all blank, without any stamps. To transfer jobs, these places all need stamps. And this one, this is for the development company, but the development company went bankrupt a long time ago. Who can stamp it now?"

Under Sister Xu's guidance, I glanced at the form. There were five blank spaces on the form, meaning that if Sister Xu's brother wanted to successfully transfer to the public transportation company and become a full-time employee, he would need to have these five blank spaces stamped with red seals. It seemed that what Sister Xu wanted to ask Director Han was to find a way to get those five stamps.

"Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu stuffed the form into the file folder,

"Xiao Zhang, I'm begging you, please don't say he's my brother in front of Director Han. Just lie and say he's your cousin, okay?"

"Okay, Sister Xu, I'll try!"

"Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu commanded,

"Don't just try! You absolutely must find a way to get this done for me. I, my parents, and I have asked so many people, but we still couldn't get it done. This is incredibly difficult. Today, I really have no better ideas. We can't delay any longer, otherwise, things might get complicated, and I might even lose my job at the bus company. Xiao Zhang, you absolutely must get this done for me!"

"But,"

"Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu interrupted me,

"Tell Director Han to spend whatever it costs, here!" Sister Xu slammed a stack of banknotes in front of me.

"Xiao Zhang, here's a thousand yuan. Keep it safe. I know Director Han likes to drink, and I don't know how many drinks and restaurants he'll have to go to while we're doing this. Consider this money as operating expenses!"

"This..." Looking at the thick wad of banknotes, my heart pounded:

"Sister Xu, I'm still not very confident!"

"Hey, take your time!" Sister Xu said cheerfully:

"Tell me Director Han's requirements as soon as possible, and we need to keep in touch every day!"

"Okay!" I unceremoniously stuffed the banknotes into my pocket, brazenly becoming Sister Xu's agent. Sister Xu got up and paid the bill, then gave me a charming smile:

"Xiao Zhang, the last movie just finished. Come on, let's go in and watch a movie!"

So, I followed Sister Xu into the screening room. That night, Sister Xu and I sat side by side and watched a movie I'll never forget: *Swordsman of Double Flag Town*!

"Wow!" When she saw the young protagonist engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the ruthless bandits, Xu Jie gasped in shock at the gruesome scene. With a loud clang, she cried out and threw herself into my arms:

"My God, that's terrifying! I can't watch anymore!"

Staring at the young woman in my arms, I was momentarily at a loss. Xu Jie suddenly sat up, sheepishly smoothing her disheveled hair and tossing her thick braid:

"Hehe, I embarrassed myself, I embarrassed myself!"

The next day at work, I pushed the file folder in front of Han Dalaba and briefly explained what Sister Xu had told me. Han Dalaba clumsily opened the folder, pulled out the form, glanced at it quickly, and then slowly said to me,

"Xiao Zhang, do you know?"

"What, Director Han?"

"Xiao Zhang," Han Dalaba pointed to the blank space on the form with his chubby finger,

"do you know how much it costs to get a stamp?"

"No!" I shook my head.

"Xiao Zhang, you need to be fully prepared for your cousin's situation. Getting a stamp will cost at least a thousand yuan, that's the minimum. It might not even be enough!"

"Ah!" I couldn't help but open my mouth wide and exclaim.

"What 'huh'!" Han Dalabao casually fiddled with the form in his hand:

"Do you think getting a job is that easy? Hehe," Han Dalabao suddenly sneered:

"Hehe, your cousin is really good at stirring up trouble!"

I was about to say something when I suddenly looked up and saw Sister Xu standing far away in the corridor, winking at me. I made an excuse to go to the bathroom and slipped to Sister Xu's side. Sister Xu turned and walked towards the end of the corridor, completely avoiding Han Dalabao. Then, she turned to the window. Sister Xu, her hands on the windowsill, gazed thoughtfully at the bustling street below:

"Xiao Zhang, how did it go?"

"Sister Xu, I've given your brother's file to Director Han!"

"Yes, I saw it in the hallway. Xiao Zhang, what did Director Han say to you just now?"

"Director Han said," I stammered,

"He, he, he said that each stamp would cost at least a thousand yuan, maybe not even that!..."

"Sigh," Sister Xu sighed, looking up,

"That lecherous man, he's really asking for the moon!"

I stood silently behind Sister Xu, and for some reason, I suddenly felt worried for her. Five red stamps, five thousand yuan in colorful banknotes—five thousand! How many banknotes did I earn in a month of hard work?

"Give it to him," Sister Xu finally said after a long pause.

"Give it to him, Xiao Zhang. I'll give you five thousand yuan tomorrow. You can give it to Han the loudmouth on my behalf!"

Sister Xu gritted her teeth and stopped calling him Director Han, instead calling him Han the loudmouth.

However, when I received the five thousand yuan from Sister Xu, I unexpectedly changed my mind. Instead of giving the money to Han Dalabao on Sister Xu's behalf, I quietly slipped away to Sister Yin's house and placed the heavy stacks of banknotes on the narrow, messy earthen bed. Sister Yin stared at me blankly:

"Xiao Li, where did you get so much money?"

"Sister Yin, don't ask too many questions. Anyway, it wasn't stolen. Take it to pay your rent!"

Sister Yin was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged and kissed me, thanking me profusely. But Sister Xu's matter was stalled. I said all the right things to Han Dalabao:

"Director Han, please stamp this for me first. As for the money, you can collect my salary every month from now on until it's all paid off!"

"This," Han Dalabao hesitated, his mouth agape. A few days later, he actually pushed the file folder in front of me:

"Xiao Zhang, your cousin's case is too difficult. Some of the companies involved have already gone bankrupt or closed down, and the people involved can't be found anymore. There's no way to get the stamp. You, you, you should find someone else to handle it!"

Damn it, I cursed inwardly: What a lecherous old man, what a greedy old man, what a corrupt old official! He won't act until he sees the profit!

Looking at the file folder in front of me, for the first time in my life, I felt a deep sense of worry, a helpless and hopeless worry: What should I do? I gave Sister Xu's money to my old lover. How am I going to explain this to Sister Xu?

Ugh, this is really worrying me to death.

"Xiao Zhang," Sister Xu would sneak to our office door every day and wave to me. When I quietly slipped to her side, she would eagerly ask,

"How's it going?"

"Sister Xu," I said, flustered,

"Don't worry, it's being processed!"

Processed? I've lost all the money! What's the point of processing it? What am I going to do?

...

Chapter Twenty-One.

Every day after work, I would put Sister Xu's brother's file folder in my briefcase, then dejectedly take the bus home. Today, my mood was even worse. During the day, seeing Sister Xu's anxious face, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt; I couldn't even look her in the eye. Thinking about it carefully, what was the essential difference between me and a thief?

When the bus stopped at the intersection near the temple, I suddenly thought of Sister Yin. Without much thought, I jumped off the bus. Hmph, thinking about it was useless anyway, so I might as well stop thinking and go find Sister Yin. Before I die, I'll have some fun!

I wandered into the maze-like alleys, turning left and right. When I finally found Sister Yin's rented house in the darkness—a place that was barely better than a warehouse or a coal shed—I suddenly saw a brand-new Bluebird sedan parked in front of Sister Yin's dilapidated door, its surface gleaming under the crescent moon.

"Whoosh," as I listlessly pushed open the door to Sister Yin's dilapidated house, bypassing the car, I found her squatting at the counter, sweating profusely, cooking. Seeing me come in, she grinned, and I returned her wry smile:

"Sister Yin, where are the two children?"

"It's the weekend, their grandma took them out to play!"

"Oh," I replied, then went straight into the house.

"Oh," on Sister Yin's earthen bed sat that familiar small square table, and on the upper right corner, a mobile phone, what's commonly called a "big brother phone!" I knew the price of such a thing: over ten thousand yuan! Han Dalaba also had one. Beside the square table sat a burly, middle-aged man with a round, stern face. He wore an expensive suit, but due to alcoholism, the collar was casually pulled open, and his tie was ridiculously askew. He was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), chugging wine from his cup. Seeing me walk in, travel-worn, he paused, startled .

"You, who are you!"

"I, I, I'm Sister Yin's friend!"

"Oh!" The man put down his wine bowl, scrutinizing me with cold eyes. Hearing my words, he pondered briefly, then his bright eyes narrowed mischievously, a sly smirk playing on his lips, and he gave me a lewd, cold laugh:

"So that's how it is. Well then, please sit down!"

"Old Du!" Sister Yin cheerfully entered the room carrying a steaming plate of stir-fried dishes. She placed the dishes on the table, then took my hand and introduced me to the burly man:

"Old Du, this is my younger brother! His nickname is Xiao Li!"

"Hello," the burly man, whom Sister Yin called Old Du, extended his large, strong hand to me. I extended mine as well. Sister Yin pointed to Old Du and said,

"Young man, this is Old Du, a very capable man!"

"Hello, Brother Du!"

"What? A great man, a great man? Don't flatter me!" Old Du scooted closer to the kang (heated brick bed):

"Little brother, come here, get on the kang, come on, let's have a good drink!"

"Old Du," Sister Yin continued, pouring me a drink:

"My little brother here is quite something!"

"Hmph," Old Du snorted coldly, picking up his wine glass.

"Of course he's good, a young thing like him, how could he not be delicious!"

"Go away," Sister Yin's face flushed red.

"Go to hell, Old Du!"

"Hmph, buddy," Old Du grinned slyly at me.

"Little brother, aren't you right? What? Young things are always more popular!"

"You," Sister Yin jumped onto the kang (heated brick bed) and started hitting Old Du's back, but Old Du's mouth still wouldn't shut up.

"Come on," Old Du stretched out his big hand to me again.

"Little Lianqiao, shake hands!"

"Old Du, go to hell,..." Sister Yin's face was redder than an apple, and Old Du looked at her with a grin.

"What, I call him Little Lianqiao, is that... not right?"

"Go to hell!" Sister Yin wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down next to me.

"Little brother, does the food your sister cooked smell good?"

"Yes, it smells good!" I answered absentmindedly.

"Heh heh," Old Du leered,

"Your little cunt smells even better, doesn't it, Xiao Lianqiao!"

"Go to hell, Old Du, you're never serious!" Old Du dodged Sister Yin's blow and jumped to the ground with a thud:

"Xiao Lianqiao, you drink slowly for now, I'm going out to empty the purse and clear the room!"

"Sister Yin," I watched Old Du leave the room, then asked Sister Yin,

"What does this Old Du do?"

"He," Sister Yin said to me with an expression of utmost respect:

"Xiao Li, Lao Du was my elementary school classmate. Back then, he was a real fighter. No one in our school was afraid of him; he was famous for it. Even students from other schools were afraid of him. Just mentioning his name would send them running away. Xiao Li, to be honest, I was afraid of him too. After graduating from middle school, the government took care of my family's financial difficulties and assigned me to a construction company to cook in the canteen, while he went to the countryside. Later, I heard he joined the army, and after his discharge, he was assigned to a passenger transport company. Then, I heard he went into business and made a lot of money. In the years right after my husband died, during my most difficult time, Lao Du helped me a lot! You have to be honest, Xiao Li, he's a decent guy, not bad, just a bit short-tempered, but he's not a bad person at heart! Our relationship was broken for many years. A few days ago, I was selling cigarettes at the temple as usual when suddenly a luxury car pulled up beside my stall, and a head popped out and called out to me. The voice sounded familiar. I turned around and, to my surprise, it was him, Lao Du…"

"Oh dear," Old Du jumped back onto the earthen bed:

"While I was peeing just now, I suddenly remembered, damn it, I haven't fucked in half a month! I was wondering why my dick was so hard, oh, it's because it's hard!"

"Old Du," Old Du's words made Sister Yin even more embarrassed:

"Old Du, you, you, what are you thinking about all day long? All sorts of weird stuff! Isn't your heart dirty? My little brother isn't like you, he's got serious business, and he's really good-natured!"

"Is that so?" Old Du put down his wine glass and stared at me for a long time. Sister Yin said with no small amount of pride:

"I'll never forget my little brother. Without him, I wouldn't be able to move into my new house!"

"Hmm!" Old Du still stared intently at me. Sister Yin swiftly opened the cabinet and pulled out a few sheets of paper:

"Look, my relocation compensation, gas installation fee, and three years' heating fee—all paid by my little brother! Five thousand yuan, Old Du!"

"Oh," Old Du picked up a piece of paper and looked at it carefully:

"Xiao Lianqiao," then he gave me a thumbs up:

"Good for you, good for your guts!"

"Hey," seeing the housing relocation agreement, my mood became even more chaotic. I muttered desperately:

"Yes, Sister Yin will soon move into a new house, and me? I'll be living in jail!"

"What?," Sister Yin asked in confusion:

"Xiao Li, what are you saying? What nonsense are you talking about? Ah, could it be that this money!"

"Sigh," I picked up my wine glass, gulped it down, wiped the wine beads from the corner of my mouth, and told Sister Yin and Old Du where the five thousand yuan came from. Then, I shook my head and sighed:

"It's over. If Sister Xu's matter can't be resolved, I won't be able to repay her. Lately, I've been worrying about this every day!"

"Oh dear," as she listened, Sister Yin shed tears:

"Xiao Li, you... it's all my fault! Xiao Li, don't worry, don't rush, I'll find a way to get you the money tomorrow!"

"No, Sister Yin, I don't regret it at all. As long as you can move into the new house, I'd go to jail for anything!"

"Xiao Li," Sister Yin hugged me tightly, and I continued,

"Sister Yin, whenever I see you standing on the street selling cigarettes day and night, month after month, year after year, rain or shine, earning a little pocket money to support two children, my heart aches. I always think about what I can do for you, to help you. Today, I did it. I don't care about the consequences; I'm mentally prepared."

"Good," Old Du gave me a thumbs up again:

"Good, you have guts, you're a real man!" Then, he asked me,

"Xiao Lianqiao, did you bring that file?"

"Brother Du, it's over here!"

I pushed the file bag in front of Old Du, and he pulled out the form:

“Yes, it does require five big stamps, hehe,” Old Du stuffed the form back into the file folder:

“Xiao Lianqiao, your Director Han didn’t ask for any extra money. These five big stamps, if I were to do it, would cost at least two thousand yuan each!”

“What?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening:

“Our Director Han said this matter is quite difficult to handle!”

“Hmph,” Old Du suddenly put on a stern face:

“Xiao Lianqiao, to be honest, no matter who I help, I never do anything for free. If there’s no benefit, you can call out my name, but I won’t do it for you!”

“This,” I was speechless for a moment, feeling quite displeased.

“Old Du,” Sister Yin nudged Old Du:

“Please help him, he gave me all the money!”

“Don’t misunderstand!” Old Du ignored Sister Yin:

“Xiao Lianqiao, don’t worry, you might not have understood what I meant. What I mean is, I’ve finally made an exception and won’t charge you a single penny, I’ll do this for you for free.”

“Thank you, brother, thank you, brother!” Hearing Lao Du's words, I was overjoyed again. "

Little Lianqiao, do you know why I went against my principles and did something like this? Let me tell you, it's because of your feelings for Lao Yin. So, I'll take care of this for you!"

"Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!"

"Oh," Lao Du patted my shoulder,

"Don't mention it, Little Lianqiao, don't mention it. What I just said was: because of your feelings for Lao Yin, I'll definitely smooth things over for you, so you can give your comrades a good explanation!"

"Thank you," I didn't know what to say, my mouth just kept saying "thank you." Hearing Lao Du's words, I felt a glimmer of hope. I thought he had the ability; carrying a mobile phone and sitting in a luxury car, getting a few stamps shouldn't be difficult for him. Thinking of this, I grabbed Lao Du's strong arm, feeling a warm glow. My expression and feelings were no less than when I was about to sink to the bottom of the sea and suddenly grabbed a lifeline.

“Old Du,” Sister Yin said sincerely to Old Du,

“You must help my little brother! He’s doing all this for me! If this isn’t handled well, his job will be ruined, and his future…”

“Hmph,” Old Du scoffed, his thick lips smeared with cooking oil,

“Mind your own business between Lianqiao and me. My little Lianqiao risked everything, even swindling money, so you could move into your new house. But what are you going to do to thank my little Lianqiao?”

“Go,” Sister Yin hugged my neck tenderly,

“My little brother is the best! I love my little brother the most!”

“But,” seeing Sister Yin hugging and cuddling me, Old Du suddenly became jealous,

“Helping my little Lianqiao is helping you, Old Yin. What are you going to do to thank me?”

“Hmm,” Sister Yin released me and gave Old Du a quick kiss,

“Thank you!”

“Hehe,” Old Du wiped the drool from his cheek.

"This, this is your thanks?" Before Sister Yin could answer, Lao Du, who had already had a few rounds of drinks, grabbed her and began to roughly unzip her pants. As he did so, he said to me,

"Little Lianqiao, you keep drinking. I'm suddenly in the mood to give you a live broadcast."

"Go to hell, Lao Du..."

Seeing Sister Yin struggling helplessly in Lao Du's large hands, I felt extremely disgusted. I thought Lao Du was incredibly rude, acting so barbaric with his old classmate and old flame. Judging from his manner, how was he any different from a rapist? Soon, Lao Du pulled down Sister Yin's pants, revealing her dark genitals. Lao Du's thick fingers shoved into Sister Yin's vagina with a hiss. Sister Yin groaned, her face flushed. Lao Du pulled his fingers out and smelled them:

"Ah, good, good taste," he said. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and smacked his thick lips like he was savoring fine wine:

"Good, good, it's really dry cunt juice, the more you chew , the more fragrant it is!"

"Go to hell!" Sister Yin was pressed hard on the earthen bed by Lao Du, her two bare thighs swinging ridiculously. Lao Du leaned down and sucked hard on Sister Yin's genitals, while his fingers continued to relentlessly dig into her vagina, making Sister Yin scream incessantly.

"Gurgle, gurgle," having thoroughly enjoyed sucking on Sister Yin's vagina and saturating it with her love juices, Old Du triumphantly pulled out his penis and thrust it wildly into her vagina, leering at me as he did so, as if to say: "Little Lianqiao, I'm fucking your older sister, how beautiful, how exciting!"

Across the small square table, I stared blankly as Old Du's penis repeatedly pounded against Sister Yin's genitals. I couldn't describe the feeling. Of course, I knew that Sister Yin didn't only have me as a lover, and Old Du was her elementary school classmate; they knew and became friends first, and I was a later arrival. Logically, I shouldn't have felt any jealousy, but seeing Old Du so roughly thrusting into Sister Yin, I truly felt uneasy. Before I met Lao Du, I sometimes secretly visited Sister Yin's house and encountered some of her old lovers. However, we always intentionally avoided each other. No one had ever been as brazen as Lao Du, making love to Sister Yin so openly in front of me. Watching another man so openly and forcefully penetrating my beloved Sister Yin, my heart felt like a bottle of mixed emotions: bitter, sour, spicy, salty—I couldn't even describe it myself.

"Oh dear," Lao Du took a deep breath, then released Sister Yin. He grabbed a bottle of beer and gulped it down, then slammed the bottle heavily on the table:

"So tired, Xiao Lianqiao, let's go!"

"No," I refused.

"What?!" Old Du's broad face suddenly darkened. He gripped the wine bottle tightly, his sinister eyes staring at me for a long time. After a while, he said to me, word by word, with utter indifference:

"No, why? Aren't we connected? What? I fucked your Sister Yin, and you don't want it? Are you jealous?"

"No, no," Old Du's face, which had been all smiles a minute ago, suddenly flashed with a terrifying glint, making me shudder:

"No, brother, I absolutely didn't mean that!"

"Little Lianqiao, if you didn't mean that, then why didn't you sleep with her?"

"I felt embarrassed with other people around!"

"Hmph," Old Du curled his lip at me disdainfully:

"Stop pretending to be so righteous. What? There are other people here? Besides your Dalianqiao and me, who else is here on this kang? Aren't you still treating me like an outsider? Fine, since you treat me like an outsider, say you're sorry, I won't make things difficult for you. As for your business, hmph..."

Upon hearing this, Sister Yin jumped up from the kang:

"Old Du, you're not a child anymore, how can you act like a child who never grows up!"

"None of your business," Old Du continued in a threatening tone:

"Little Lianqiao, if we want to have a good relationship in the future, you'd better sleep with your Sister Yin in front of me today!"

Goodness, this is a complete scoundrel. A few minutes ago, we were still asking each other about each other's well-being and showing concern for each other, but once you do something that doesn't go your way or comply with him, he turns his back on you. Look, he's in his forties, but just as Sister Yin said, he's like a child who never grows up. For such a trivial matter, he ridiculously threatened to withhold his help. To be honest, I really didn't want to make love to Sister Yin in front of others. But I couldn't afford to offend him right now; I needed his help. I glanced at Sister Yin out of the corner of my eye; she blushed and lowered her head.

"Come on," there was no time for me to think too much. Under Lao Du's menacing gaze, I stood up abruptly and quickly pulled out my belt:

"Sister Yin, come on! Let's have some on-the-spot business and make Brother Du happy!"

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Hey," seeing me start to take off my pants, a rare smile appeared on Lao Du's gloomy face. He raised the bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls of liquor, then said to me in a friendly tone:

"That's right, they're all fucking bitches, sluts, whoever fucks them doesn't matter, hehe! Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them to your heart's content!"

Hearing Lao Du's words, I felt even more disgusted with him. How could he insult Sister Yin, whom I respected and loved so much? Moreover, they were classmates. Sigh, what an unreasonable and vulgar person. Under Lao Du's burning gaze, I climbed onto Sister Yin's crotch. Sister Yin, who was usually so warm and friendly, stared at me blankly with a complex expression. I stared back at her, equally stunned. Seeing Lao Du sitting at the square table, a strange sense of estrangement suddenly arose between Sister Yin and me. Sister Yin, lying on her back with her legs spread, seemed so distant, like a different woman altogether—the kind of woman you'd met less than five minutes ago, haggled over a price, and then she'd pull down her pants and have sex with you.

There was no intimate banter, no tender caresses, no unrestrained embrace, no passionate kiss. I gripped my cold penis and mechanically, without any passion, thrust it into Sister Yin's vagina, which was still wet with Lao Du's secretions. Sister Yin, embarrassed, spread her legs and deliberately avoided my gaze.

"Gurgle, gurgle," my penis mechanically pounded against Sister Yin's vulva, making a monotonous sound. As I pounded, I wondered to myself: Is this sex, or is this some kind of work?

"Hmph," Old Du muttered discontentedly,

"What, is this how you usually fuck? I say, is this fucking, or is this like being with a pig!"

With that, Old Du put down the wine bottle, ripped off all his clothes, and threw them to the corner of the bed with a thud. Then, he started to take off Sister Yin's top. Sister Yin, who had just been laughing and joking with Old Du, suddenly became like a very obedient and docile little lamb, letting Old Du strip off her clothes. She even lifted her body slightly to make it easier for Old Du to pull off her top. From Sister Yin's terrified expression, I finally believed her. She was quite afraid of Old Du. Although they usually joked around, once Old Du got angry, she dared not put up the slightest resistance.

"Come on, Lao Yin!" Lao Du strode up to Sister Yin's chest, his massive buttocks directly facing my face. He squatted down on her breasts, bringing his penis to her mouth. Sister Yin grasped the base of his penis, opened her mouth, and deeply sucked on the head of Lao Du's penis:

"Oh, oh..."

Lao Du twisted his powerful waist, his penis frequently entering and exiting Sister Yin's mouth. Each time it went in, Sister Yin would groan, "Oh, oh." When Lao Du occasionally lifted his large buttocks, I lowered my head to secretly glance at Lao Du's huge penis. Before I knew it, I felt a pang of pathetic inferiority. Lao Du's penis was so thick and long, making me incredibly jealous. I thought to myself: Lao Du isn't taller than me, so why is his penis so huge? It seems that the length of a man's penis has little to do with his height.

"Gurgle, gurgle..." Old Du stuck out his big buttocks and his big cock was pounding into Sister Yin's mouth. I knelt behind Old Du and thrust into Sister Yin's vagina without any interest.

"Ah--," Old Du suddenly changed his position. He climbed down from Sister Yin's chest and squatted on her shoulder. While continuing to penetrate Sister Yin's mouth, he reached over and grabbed and pulled at Sister Yin's nipples. His fingers were quite strong, making Sister Yin scream in pain. I felt so sorry for her:

"Ouch, ouch, Old Du, it hurts so much, be gentle, please!"

"Ah--," Old Du very satisfiedly pulled his penis out of Sister Yin's mouth. I thought he must want to penetrate Sister Yin's vagina, so I stopped voluntarily:

"Big brother, here you go!"

"No," Old Du shook his head. He moved under Sister Yin and watched with great interest how my penis went in and out of Sister Yin's vagina. This made me even more uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to stop. I could only close my eyes and let my penis aimlessly thrust into Sister Yin's vagina.

Oh, suddenly, I felt my penis being touched by a finger. I opened my eyes and saw that Lao Du's hand had been placed on Sister Yin's vulva at some point. He spread Sister Yin's labia apart, then lowered his huge head and stared intently at my penis and Sister Yin's vagina.

"Big brother, come on!"

"No," Old Du waved his hand, signaling me to continue thrusting:

"I'm no longer interested in this old cunt!" Old Du proudly held his big cock and said to me:

"Little Lianqiao, how can I, with such a fine iron plow, just casually till this old land?"

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch..."

Seeing Old Du's attitude gradually soften, Sister Yin perked up again. She playfully cursed at Old Du, who shrugged his shoulders and slid his finger into Sister Yin's anus with a grin. Sister Yin immediately grinned and cried out:

"Old Du, what are you doing? Why are you picking my asshole? Ouch, ouch, it hurts so much! Old Du, you're so bad! Go to hell, you son of a bitch!"

"Little Lianqiao," Old Du pushed me, and I obediently stepped aside. Old Du chuckled at me, dipped his fingertip in the fluid secreted from Sister Yin's vagina, and then gently smeared it on Sister Yin's anus:

"Little Lianqiao!" Old Du grinned mysteriously at me.

"Watch closely, your big brother's going to show you something new!"

*Pfft—* With that, Old Du ruthlessly shoved a finger into Sister Yin's anus. Sister Yin screamed in terror, her naked body trembling uncontrollably. One hand desperately tried to stop Old Du's finger, but he wouldn't give in. His thick finger began to dig and poke even more violently.

"Ah—, ah—," Sister Yin stretched her neck and sighed deeply.

Seeing Sister Yin's anus gradually dilate, Lao Du smugly rubbed his already somewhat limp penis, then placed the slowly rising glans against Sister Yin's anus. Sister Yin seemed to understand what Lao Du wanted to do to her:

"Lao Du, you, you, are you going to poke my asshole? Ah, go to hell!"

As he spoke, Lao Du's penis had already unceremoniously plunged into Sister Yin's anus. Sister Yin screamed in agony:

"Ouch--,"

"How is it?" Lao Du asked Sister Yin gleefully:

"How does it feel?"

"My God," Sister Yin replied almost in a sob:

"It hurts so much, Lao Du, have mercy on me! Your thing is so thick, can it even fit in my asshole?"

"Why not? Do you know, this is called anal sex, it's very popular now!"

"Hmph," Sister Yin said with deep feeling:

"It hurts so much! When it first went in, it felt like a big wooden stake suddenly hitting my chest. The pain was awful..."

Old Du gritted his teeth, his big cock thrusting in and out of Sister Yin's anus rapidly. Sister Yin's forehead was covered in large beads of sweat as she stared blankly at Old Du on top of her. Gradually, Sister Yin stopped screaming loudly and began to moan rhythmically with each thrust:

"Oh, oh..."

"Little Lianqiao!" Old Du looked at me smugly:

"Have you ever played this kind of game?"

"No," I answered blankly. I never dreamed that the anus, used for defecation, could be used for sex. Meeting Old Du today has truly broadened my horizons.

"Smack!" As he thrust, Old Du slapped Sister Yin's thigh loudly.

"Get up, don't always do the same thing." When Sister Yin obediently sat up, Old Du gestured for me to lie down, then had Sister Yin climb on top of me. As Sister Yin followed Old Du's instructions and straddled me, inserting my penis into her vagina, Old Du behind her thrust his large penis into Sister Yin's anus again.

"Hehe," Sister Yin writhed, glancing back at Old Du, then gave a helpless, bitter laugh. I watched my penis repeatedly pounding against Sister Yin's vagina. Suddenly, Sister Yin's breasts swayed in front of me. I grabbed them, and Sister Yin smiled at me, lowering her head to sincerely kiss my face. I released Sister Yin's breasts and embraced her, kissing her passionately. Sister Yin opened her mouth, biting me wildly, smearing her saliva, mixed with Old Du's secretions, all over my face. I gradually relaxed, feeling incredibly aroused by the scene before me. So I thrust upwards forcefully, my penis plunging deep into Sister Yin's vagina. Through the thin membrane, the head of my penis inside her vagina echoed the head of Old Du's penis entering and exiting her anus, frequently colliding and producing harmonious squelching and popping sounds, creating an extremely obscene duet.

"Squelching, squelching, squelching..."

"Popping, popping, popping..."

"Oh--," Old Du breathed a deep breath, then pulled his large penis out of Sister Yin's anus. He gripped Sister Yin's waist with his incredibly strong hands, pointing her anus, which was ridiculously wide open from his penetration, at the head of my penis:

"Little Lianqiao, you try inserting your penis into Old Yin's asshole too, and see how it feels!"

"Ouch," when my penis slid into Sister Yin's anus, a slippery, warm, and tight sensation made me involuntarily cry out. I never imagined that women, not only their vaginas, could be so incredibly pleasurable, but their anuses could be even more fascinating. When my penis probed into Sister Yin's straight, long intestines, it was immediately gripped tightly by strong muscles, making it difficult to move. However, the indescribable pleasure forced me to thrust harder. I suddenly became excited and, imitating Old Du, put all my strength into thrusting hard into Sister Yin's anus. My penis is slightly thinner than Lao Du's big penis, which immediately relieved the fullness in Sister Yin's anus, which had been subjected to Lao Du's penetration. She no longer felt pain, but instead looked at me happily, her smooth, slender hand pinching my cheek tenderly:

"You little rascal!"

"Hmph," seeing Sister Yin laughing and joking with me so affectionately, Lao Du seemed a little jealous. He grabbed Sister Yin's face:

"Come on, don't just sit there,"

he said, and then Lao Du held his big penis in front of Sister Yin. Looking at the big penis that had just been pulled out of her anus, Sister Yin hesitated. She grasped the penis and prepared to wipe it, but Lao Du wouldn't allow it. He pressed Sister Yin's head down and shoved his penis into her mouth without saying a word.

"Mmm--, mmm--, mmm--,..." Sister Yin didn't dare to refuse, and began to suck on Lao Du's big cock in a wanton manner. Lao Du, with his back straight, looked at Sister Yin with great pride, his big cock, which was bent high, thrusting rapidly into Sister Yin's mouth. Then, he waved to me:

"Xiao Lianqiao, come here, let Lao Yin give us a turn sucking cock!"

I felt as if I had received a royal decree, and I didn't dare to be negligent. I immediately crawled out from under Sister Yin. I stood on the other side of Sister Yin with my cock in my hand. When Lao Du saw this, he pulled his big cock out of Sister Yin's mouth. He nodded to Sister Yin, and Sister Yin immediately grabbed my cock and began to give me oral sex.

"Little Lianqiao!" Old Du asked me earnestly,

"Aren't we Lianqiao?"

"Yes, yes, Big Brother!"

"That's good," Old Du said lewdly,

"Since we're Lianqiao, we'll not only fuck her together, but also shoot our precious revolutionary seeds into her mouth at the same time!"

"Go to hell," Sister Yin paused her grip on my penis, feigning anger,

"Old Du, you're up to no good! What are you thinking!"

"Hehe," Old Du ignored Sister Yin and continued,

"Little Lianqiao, when I count to three, we'll shoot together. Don't shoot first!"

"Yes, Big Brother, oh, no, to be precise, it should be Dalianqiao... Dalianqiao, don't worry, I'm ready to obey your orders!"

"Go to hell, Old Du, how could you even think of that?"

"Hehe," Old Du said smugly.

"This isn't my idea. I'm just a roughneck; I don't have that kind of imagination. I learned it from someone else!"

"Can't you learn anything decent?" Seeing Lao Du's smile, Sister Yin seized the rare opportunity to lecture him:

"Can't you learn how to treat women properly? You're always so fierce and cruel towards women, treating them like enemies!"

"I can't learn, I'll never learn!" Lao Du retorted confidently.

Despite expressing her dissatisfaction with Lao Du, Sister Yin still diligently performed oral sex on him. Lao Du and I stood on either side of Sister Yin. Sister Yin would sometimes nibble on Lao Du's big penis, and sometimes suck on my penis. Her cute head swayed back and forth, her hands working in tandem, busy as bees. Two wet penises, covered in Sister Yin's anal secretions, vaginal fluid, and saliva, alternately entered and exited her mouth.

"Attention, attention!"

Old Du suddenly commanded me in a commander's tone.

"Ready!" He waved his hand and shouted confidently.

"One,..."

I immediately tensed up, fearing that my semen wouldn't ejaculate on time within the three counts Old Du requested, disappointing him and causing him to lose his temper, and then, in his rage, refuse to do my job anymore!

"Two,..."

I became even more nervous, frantically rubbing my penis with one hand. My dear Sister Yin understood perfectly and cooperated by scratching my scrotum, which boosted my confidence and gradually generated a strong desire to ejaculate.

"Open your mouth!" Old Du said to Sister Yin expressionlessly. Sister Yin raised her eyelids and glanced at Old Du, then obediently opened her mouth wide, ready to swallow the semen without moving.

"Three!"

Old Du shouted, his gun firing. A gush of white semen gushed from the tip of his penis, spraying into Sister Yin's mouth. I dared not lag behind; I gritted my teeth. Sister Yin secretly pinched my scrotum. I glanced at her gratefully, then gave a final, powerful thrust. Wow, success! Finally, success! My semen followed closely behind Old Du, gushing into Sister Yin's mouth.

"Don't spit it out!" Old Du instructed. Sister Yin had no choice but to tilt her head back, but she was reluctant to swallow. She gurgled and gurgled, looking at Old Du.

Old Du pressed his hand against Sister Yin's mouth. Before she could react, a large spurt of semen slid down her throat with a gurgling sound. Beads of sweat trickled down Sister Yin's flushed cheeks, and her eyes welled up with tears. I wrapped my arms around her neck with boundless affection and kissed her passionately. Sister Yin tilted her head back to receive my kisses, and at the same time, she opened her mouth, smearing her mouthful of residual semen all over my face, leaving me completely smeared.

"Hey," Old Du sat contentedly to the side, watching Sister Yin and I entangled for so long. He chuckled and grabbed a beer bottle:

"Yeah, from now on, that's how we play!"

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