[Urban] How a Scoundrel is Made - 10-12

Chapter Thirty-Four

"Ah," I exclaimed, sitting in the comfortable, luxurious private room of the bathhouse,

"What a luxurious room!"

"Hmm," Old Du lit a cigarette and leered at the taciturn Old Feng,

"Hey buddy, wait a minute, there's going to be a good show!"

"Hehe," Old Feng leered at the unconscious Yang Kun,

"Hehe, is it her? Is she the one selling gas cylinders?"

"Yes," Old Du said,

"She's the ringleader, Xiaolan is the errand girl. Old Feng, how about it? Can you handle it? "

"Hmph," Old Feng replied confidently,

"A piece of cake. If you want my gas, you have to buy my cylinders, otherwise, I won't give you any gas!"

"Ha, sure, buddy, good. Today, damn, if you want to get things done, if you want to sell cylinders, you have to," Old Du made a very lewd sexual gesture,

"...take them all!"

"Oh dear," Old Du and Old Feng were discussing how to toy with the two female businesswomen when Xiaolan, dressed in a bathrobe, pushed open the door and entered. She carefully dried her long, flowing hair with a towel:

"The shampoo the bathhouse gives us is terrible, it must be fake. My hair gets stickier the more I wash it! Humph, they're only concerned with saving money, using fake stuff to fool people! Brother Du, next time, I won't come here to bathe!"

"Yeah, damn it, they dare to fool my little sister, I'll never come to this awful place again!" Old Du said, embracing Xiaolan:

"Ah, little sister, my beauty, my darling, my precious, I missed you so much!"

"Hehe," Xiaolan smiled and reached between Old Du's legs:

"Really? Let me touch it, wow, it's been a few days, and your cock has grown even longer!"

"Hehe," Old Du untied Xiaolan's bathrobe, revealing a mass of dough-like flesh:

"Haha, haven't seen you in days, little sister, you've gained weight again!"

"Look," Xiaolan pouted,

"Big brother, you really don't know how to talk, you're making me so sad!"

"It's good that you're fat, it's good that you're fat, I like you fat, lying on top of me is like lying on a Simmons bed!" Old Du's big hand grabbed Xiaolan's private parts:

"Hey, little sister, it's been so many days since I've fucked you, your little pussy must be itchy!"

"Mmm," Xiaolan replied lewdly,

"Yes, it's so itchy, big brother, come on, give it to me, let your little sister relieve the itch!"

"Hahaha," Old Du laughed loudly with great satisfaction:

"Hahaha, I like this about Xiaolan, generous and cheerful, come on, little sister, here you go!"

"Hehe," Xiaolan flung off her bathrobe and lay back on the bed in an extremely lewd manner, spreading her plump thighs wide to form a snow-white, luscious V-shape that made my mouth water. At the very bottom of the V-shape, a tuft of glistening black hair concealed a wet, fleshy opening:

"Come on, big brother, hurry up and fuck your little sister, she can't wait!"

After saying that, Xiaolan parted the black hair, revealing her bright red opening. Old Du wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and grinned lewdly at me and Old Feng:

"Gentlemen, don't be shy, I'll go first, I'll start!"

Old Du, holding his erect penis, walked happily to Xiaolan's buttocks. Xiaolan gladly took Old Du's penis and very cooperatively inserted it into her vagina. Old Du thrust forward and began to pump happily, soon producing a series of pleasant squelching sounds. At the same time, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, a lewd symphony was played.

"Squeak, squelching..."

"Squeak, squeak..."

"Tiezi," Old Du pumped hard for a while, then turned to Old Feng and said:

"Come here, have her!" Old Du pointed with his chin at the sleeping Yang Kun. Old Feng was already anxious. Hearing Old Du's words, he stood up abruptly, shook off his bathrobe, grabbed the dead-pig-like Yang Kun, dragged her to the edge of the bed, and tore off her bathrobe. I immediately saw a beautiful, smooth, slender and lovely body. Yang Kun's pubic hair was much sparser than Xiao Lan's, scattered and clinging to her delicate white genitals. Old Feng greedily stroked her for a while, then inserted a finger into Yang Kun's vagina and happily started probing.

"Oh," Yang Kun hummed, lazily opening her eyes. Seeing Old Feng probing her genitals, Yang Kun simply spread her legs, hummed again, and closed her eyes again.

"Hehe," Old Feng finally inserted his big cock into Yang Kun's pussy, gently thrusting a few times:

"So tight, she's never had a child, has she?"

"No," Xiao Lan on the other bed chimed in:

"No, she's had a boyfriend, but it didn't work out, it fell apart!"

"Brother," Old Du pulled his cock out of Xiao Lan's pussy and nodded to me:

"Come on, join in!"

I walked over without hesitation. Xiao Lan glanced at me and grabbed my cock:

"Brother, what kind of business do you do?"

"I, I don't have a business, I just work!"

"Oh," Xiao Lan didn't say anything more, parting her labia with one hand and helping me insert my cock into her pussy with the other. I grinned and started thrusting, my hands groping Xiao Lan's body:

"Miss, you're so fair-skinned!"

"Really?" Hearing my words, Xiao Lan's face beamed with pride:

"Everyone who meets me thinks I'm very fair-skinned, hehe!"

"Your skin is not only very white, but also very smooth!"

"Ha," Xiaolan became even more proud. She raised her head, her hands covering her private parts, excitedly looking at them and admiring them with relish:

"Hehe, big brother, although your penis isn't as thick as Brother Du's, it's very hard, and quite powerful. Oh, so good--, so good!"

"Hmph, comfortable!" Old Du grinned and moved in front of Xiaolan's head, offering his large penis, covered in Xiaolan's secretions, to her mouth:

"Little sister, come on, give big brother a good lick!"

"Yes," Xiaolan readily agreed, opening her mouth and taking Old Du's large penis in:

"Hahaha, big brother's penis smells so good!" Xiaolan said ingratiatingly, then smacked her thin lips ridiculously:

"So good, so good!"

"Hehe," Old Du was very satisfied. He thrust into Xiaolan's mouth while playing with her breasts.

"Hey buddy," Lao Feng nudged me,

"Come on, let's switch!"

I couldn't be happier. Compared to Yu Xiaolan, I wanted to have sex with Yang Kun even more. I immediately pulled out my penis and went to Yang Kun's crotch. Yang Kun was still fast asleep, his two long legs lying limply on the bed. I moved one of his thighs apart and saw that Yang Kun's sparsely haired private parts were wet, which was caused by Lao Feng's vigorous thrusting just now.

I didn't rush to insert my penis into Yang Kun's vagina. Instead, I slowly caressed her private parts, carefully admiring them. Yang Kun not only had a beautiful face, a charming figure, and delicate skin, but her genitals were also exceptionally beautiful. Her mons pubis was slightly raised, and her labia were thin, long, and very pale in color, unlike other women's, which were dark and thick. Parting the narrow, glistening slit, I saw a pinkish vaginal opening with a small, bean-shaped fleshy ball at the top.

"So beautiful!"

I couldn't help but exclaim, and as if possessed, I squatted down, staring blankly with my mouth open. I no longer cared that Yang Kun's genitals were covered with the secretions left by Lao Feng, and bit down on this rare beauty. I parted Yang Kun's luscious vagina, inserted my tongue, and began to suckle. Wow—what a refreshing scent! I exclaimed in my heart once again: they are all women, yet their vaginal scents are so unique. This reminded me of Sister Xu's scent. Compared to Sister Xu's suffocating smell, the scent of Yang Kun's vagina could be described as incredibly sweet honey.

"Ouch--,"

Yang Kun suddenly groaned, her naked body trembling slightly, her two slender legs moving shakily.

"Ah--," under my constant sucking, Yang Kun slowly woke up, reaching out to press her hands against my head.

"Ah--, so itchy, so scratchy!"

I finally stood up, shoving my burning penis into Yang Kun's vagina, thrusting wildly. Yang Kun stared at me blankly with her red, drunken eyes. I leaned down, pressing my mouth, sticky with secretions, against Yang Kun's reeking lips. Yang Kun let out an "oh," obediently opening her small mouth.

"Oh, oh, so fucking--,"

I felt the same way as Lao Feng; Yang Kun's vagina was quite narrow, tightly gripping my penis.

"Miss, your vagina is so tight!"

"Hehe, really? Everyone says so!"

"Is it tight? Let me taste it!" Upon hearing this, Lao Du immediately pulled his large penis out of Xiaolan's mouth and walked to my side:

"Brother, let me fuck you, see how tight it is!"

"Here you go," I reluctantly pulled my penis out of Yang Kun's vagina, and Xiaolan shouted at me:

"Big brother, come on, let me lick it too!"

"Okay!" I walked to Xiaolan's side, and Lao Feng gritted his teeth and thrust wildly a few more times, then, still unsatisfied, pulled out his large penis:

"Here you go, buddy, lick it!"

I squatted down and started giving Xiaolan oral sex. Xiaolan's pubic hair was like her long, flowing hair, thick, black, thin, and shiny. I took it deep into my mouth and tasted a kind of pungent smell. I inserted my fingers into Xiaolan's vagina and started digging and probing wantonly. Yang Kun's vagina was very similar to her fat body, full of rolling fat. I parted the thick, dark brown labia and saw a deep red vaginal opening, revealing shiny tender flesh inside, forming a narrow, winding cross-shaped slit. I used both hands to forcefully part the pile of tender flesh and saw a slightly trembling vaginal opening. I put my tongue against it and started biting it with great effort.

"Oh, oh, ah--, ah--..."

Xiaolan moaned wantonly, her legs clamping tightly around my head:

"So good, so good, so amazing!"

I continued to give Xiaolan oral sex, and she kept moaning, saying lewdly,

"Big brother, you're so good at this!"

"Come on, buddy, let me fuck you a little longer!"

Old Feng, not yet satisfied, patted my shoulder, and I had to stop, watching helplessly as Old Feng shoved his penis into Xiaolan's vagina again. I glanced at Old Du; he showed no sign of stopping. With nothing else to do, I slipped over to Xiaolan's side:

"Miss, lick me too!"

"Okay, come on!"

I happily stuffed my penis into Xiaolan's mouth. Wow, Xiaolan's oral skills are truly extraordinary. It seems she is a veteran of the pleasure quarters. Her skillful and natural tongue made me feel confused and infatuated. My body trembled, and with a whoosh, a pool of semen gushed out uncontrollably.

"Wow--," Xiaolan exclaimed, immediately pushing my penis away:

"Hehe, you came so fast!"

"Hmph," Lao Du said disdainfully upon seeing this:

"Damn, what the hell happened? You finished so quickly. Really, one, two, three, check. With your skill level, it wouldn't be worth it to go out to prostitutes. They can last half an hour, but you? You're done in no time!"

"Hehe," Xiaolan laughed:

"Then, the lady is cheap!"

I sat back down in my chair dejectedly, listlessly watching Lao Du and Lao Feng thrusting into Xiaolan and Yang Kun. They looked at each other, lewdly laughing, while Xiaolan and Yang Kun exchanged glances, playfully sticking out their tongues.

"Come on, let's switch!"

Old Du suggested. So, they switched partners again. Seeing me sitting idly in a chair smoking, Yang Kun waved to me:

"Big brother, come here!"

I silently walked to Yang Kun's side, squatted down to prepare to kiss her, and Yang Kun took the initiative to kiss me:

"Big brother, don't be discouraged, little sister will get you going again, let you make a comeback!"

"Thank you!" I was overjoyed and stood up abruptly, gratefully offering my limp penis to Yang Kun's mouth. Yang Kun reached out her slender hand and grasped my penis, first looking at it, then roughly wiping it, before expertly taking my shameful, useless penis into her mouth and sucking it with utmost professionalism. Xiao Lan, seeing this, said:

"How about that, brothers, my friends are really something!"

"Sigh," Old Du wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Buddy, let's try something different!"

"Fine, whatever you want! Big brother, do whatever you want!" Xiaolan sat up.

"Come here," Lao Du waved to Xiaolan:

"Come here!"

"What for?" Xiaolan asked, puzzled.

"Damn, I told you to come here, so hurry up and come here, stop talking nonsense!"

I didn't know what new trick Lao Du was going to play this time. His penis, which was gradually growing bigger, continued to go in and out of Yang Kun's mouth. I saw Lao Du pull Xiaolan over and make her climb on top of Yang Kun. In this way, Xiaolan's vagina, which had been ravaged by Lao Feng, was pressed against Yang Kun's head and was clearly displayed in front of my eyes, while her mouth was pressed against Yang Kun's genitals. I, Lao Du, pulled my big cock out of Yang Kun's vagina and held it to Xiao Lan's mouth:

"Come on, give your big brother a suck!"

"Ha," Xiao Lan laughed,

"Wow, big brother, you really came up with this idea, who did you learn it from!" Xiao Lan obediently took the wet cock into her mouth and sucked it a few times, but Lao Du pulled it out again and thrust it back into Yang Kun's vagina. He thrust in and out a few times, then pulled it out again and put it back into Xiao Lan's mouth. In this way, Lao Du's cock frequently went in and out of Xiao Lan's mouth and Yang Kun's vagina. While they were going in and out, the two of them laughed and joked without any regard for anything else.

Looking at this ridiculous scene in front of me, my cock suddenly stood up, and I imitated Lao Du, stuffing my erect cock into Xiao Lan's vagina, thrusting in and out a few times, pulling it out, and then stuffing it into Yang Kun's mouth under Xiao Lan.

"Hahaha," Lao Feng, who was standing to the side, clapped his hands happily:

"Hahaha, good, good, so satisfying, so satisfying!"

...

Chapter Thirty-Five

"Hey, buddy!" Old Feng could no longer contain his excitement. He eagerly nudged me:

"Let me have a go, it's fucking awesome!"

"Here you go!"

"Thanks!" Old Feng happily stood in front of the bed and shoved his long-awaited cock into Xiaolan's vagina. He imitated Old Du, inserting it into Xiaolan's vagina for a while, then pulling it out and putting it into Yang Kun's mouth, and so on.

I walked to the side, very disappointed. Bored, I lit a cigarette and watched the four of us—two men and two women—perform with abandon. I muttered to myself: This Old Feng, what's with the "thank you"? These two female businesswomen need your help, you should be playing with them in self-defense. As for me, I'm just taking advantage of you. If anyone should say "thank you," it should be you!

"Xiaolan!" Old Du continued his enthusiastic fuss, saying to Xiaolan across from him,

"Xiaolan, do your best! Make sure you serve your Brother Feng well!"

"Of course," Xiaolan said happily,

"Do I need to remind you, Brother? I'll definitely serve you comfortably, Brother! Isn't it fun?"

"Good," Old Feng nodded,

"Good, great! This is truly an eye-opener!"

"Is it satisfying?"

"Satisfying, fucking satisfying!"

"Well, Brother, you can play as much as you want, hehe!"

"Little brother," Old Du wiped the sweat from his forehead,

"Come here, you... ah, so tiring!"

"Thank you, Brother!" I threw away my cigarette butt, stood in front of the bed, and first put my penis into Xiaolan's mouth. Xiaolan looked up at me,

"This time, don't ejaculate too early!"

"I won't!" I said, and Old Feng across from me grinned,

"Hehe, this is so satisfying!"

"Ah," I pulled my penis out of Xiaolan's mouth and, with a soft "plop," inserted it into Yang Kun's vagina. I spread Yang Kun's vagina apart with my hands, watching with a grin as my penis went in and out of Yang Kun's beautiful vagina. Xiaolan also lowered her head to watch with me. Suddenly, I had a whimsical idea and grabbed Xiaolan's head:

"Miss, lick it, lick it, lick Yang Kun..."

"Hehe, fun!" After saying that, Xiaolan started licking Yang Kun's genitals and my penis. Seeing this, Lao Feng across from us followed suit. He lifted Yang Kun's head:

"Miss, lick it."

"Okay, brother!"

"Wow," Lao Du perked up again:

"Such a vivid imagination!" He walked to Lao Feng's side and touched Xiaolan's anus with his fingers:

"Alright, we've played this game enough. Now, we should study this place!"

"Ouch," noticing Lao Du poking at her anus, Xiaolan immediately stopped giving Yang Kun oral sex. She turned her head away:

"Brother, what, you want to fuck my ass again?"

"Of course I want to fuck you, I fucking love fucking ass!"

"Brother," Xiaolan hesitated,

"Brother, your dick is too thick, and my ass is too small, I'm so scared!"

"It's okay, hang in there!"

"Brother, after you fucked my ass last time, I saw blood when I pooped, it hurt so much, I didn't dare sit in a chair for more than half a month!"

Old Du ignored Xiaolan's nagging, his rough fingers continued to dig into Xiaolan's anus, Xiaolan was still in shock, she frowned and said:

"Brother, my purse is on the counter, there's a cosmetic box in there, can you take it and put something on it, make it slippery!"

"Okay," Old Du grabbed Xiaolan's cosmetic box, opened a balm lid, and scooped out a piece of balm and put it on Xiaolan's anus:

"Wow, this is a good idea, not only slippery, but also fragrant!" After saying that, Old Du pushed Old Feng:

"Hey buddy, come on, let's try something different!" Old Du dragged Xiaolan to another bed, lay down, and lifted Xiaolan up to his waist. Xiaolan watched in alarm as Old Du slowly inserted his thick, black penis into her anus:

"Oh, it's so swollen!"

Old Feng couldn't sit still. He had finally found this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if he didn't get his fill, he would have lived in vain. He moved to my side, took Yang Kun's two shapely legs from my hands, and started thrusting wildly.

"Brother," seeing me idle, Lao Du shouted,

"Come here, don't just stand there, fuck her!"

So, I straddled Xiaolan's waist and inserted my penis into her vagina. Two dicks thrust in and out of her two holes simultaneously. Xiaolan moaned incessantly, her mouth agape:

"Ah--, ah--, ah--,"

"Big Brother," Lao Feng also began to examine Yang Kun's anus. Yang Kun muttered in fear,

"Big Brother, be gentle, I'm so scared!"

"You," Lao Feng asked while applying balm to Yang Kun's anus,

"Have you never done anal sex before?"

"No, no, never, I'm too scared!"

"Ah--," Lao Du pulled out his big dick and said to me,

"Come on, let's change places!"

I was placed under Xiaolan by Lao Du, taking over Lao Du's task and continuing to thrust into Xiaolan's anus. Lao Du, on the other hand, made Xiaolan give him oral sex. Xiaolan smiled bitterly:

“Big brother, you just pulled it out of her ass and you're already putting it in her mouth!”

“Heh heh,” Old Du asked smugly,

“How does it taste?”

“It stinks!”

“Ouch--,” Yang Kun cried out from the other bed. I turned around and saw Old Feng trying to insert his penis into Yang Kun’s anus. Yang Kun was obviously inexperienced; it seemed she had never had anal sex before. Her snow-white body trembled violently. When Old Feng recklessly pushed his penis into her anus, Yang Kun almost begged in a sob,

“Big brother, gently, gently, slowly, slowly…” Inadvertently, my eyes met Yang Kun’s. I saw tears welling up in her eyes, her thin lips tightly clenched:

“Ugh--oh--ah--ah--…”

Yang Kun groaned in pain, her slender hand trembling as she scratched around her anus:

“It hurts, it really hurts!”

"Xiaokun," Xiaolan comforted him, seeing his condition,

"It's okay, don't be afraid. Just hold on a little longer, poke around a bit, loosen it up, and it'll be fine. The first time I had my ass fucked, I was terrified, it hurt like hell, but after a while, it didn't hurt so much anymore. Sigh," Xiaolan suddenly sighed,

"It's just the aftermath that's painful. It hurts for days on end, I can't even strain when I poop!"

I didn't want to see Yang Kun's pitiful state anymore, so I turned my face back to continue thrusting into Xiaolan's anus, while one hand dug into her vagina. Old Du stood in front of Xiaolan, his big cock shoving into her mouth, and he turned his head towards Old Feng:

"Old Du, how does it feel to fuck my ass?"

"Oh," Old Feng replied cheerfully,

"It's incredibly good, so tight, tighter than a virgin! Even the first time I fucked my wife on my wedding night, she wasn't this tight!"

"Really!" Yang Kun, no longer nervous, asked Old Feng with a smile,

"Brother, is it really that good?"

"Good, good, really good, so comfortable, Miss, does it still hurt?"

"No, no," Yang Kun shook her head and said seductively,

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Then, just hold on a little longer, I'm about to cum!"

"No, brother, don't rush, I can hold on, you have to have a good time!"

"Ah--," as he spoke, Old Feng suddenly roared,

"Ah--, ah--, I, I, I can't take it anymore! I, I can't take it anymore,..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Feng's body shuddered violently, and without a doubt, he ejaculated. He gritted his teeth and pulled his penis out of Yang Kun's anus, immediately drawing out a pool of white semen. Yang Kun let out a long sigh of relief, but just as she was about to sit up, Lao Du slipped over:

"Little sister, I'm here too!"

"Oh," Yang Kun forced a smile again, grabbing Lao Du's penis:

"Hehe, big brother, come on!"

With that, Yang Kun helped Lao Du move his penis to the slightly open anus. Lao Du thrust hard, and his large penis slammed into Yang Kun's anus with a whoosh. Yang Kun exclaimed,

"Ouch, it's so thick!" Then, she smiled at Lao Du, silently enduring his frenzied thrusting:

"Big brother, is it good?"

"Yes, really good! Lao Feng wasn't wrong, it's really tight!"

"Hehe, is it fun?"

"Fun, so much fun!"

“Well then, big brother, go ahead and have your fun,” Yang Kun said, stroking Lao Du’s body with a fawning smile. Lao Du became even more excited, his movements becoming more vigorous.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” Lao Du roared,

“Ah, I, I can’t take it anymore, little sister, your anus is so good, so tight, even tighter than a virgin’s pee! I, I, I can’t take it anymore!”

Lao Du finally ejaculated into Yang Kun’s anus, and he jumped off the bed happily. I stared blankly at Yang Kun, wondering to myself: Is her anus really that amazing?

“Hehe,” seeing me staring at her for so long, Yang Kun waved her hand at me:

“What, big brother, do you want to try it too?”

“Yes,” I nodded!

"Then, come on!"

I had no reason to refuse, so I pushed Xiaolan aside and jumped onto Yang Kun's bed. Yang Kun got up, stuck out his buttocks, and pointed his wide-open anus, filled with the semen of two men, directly at me. I was instantly aroused, and with a twist of my body, I easily inserted my penis into Yang Kun's anus. Yang Kun's anus was already incredibly smooth, and my penis, coated with the semen of Lao Du and Lao Feng, quickly went in and out, making a series of crisp sounds.

"Sigh," Old Feng, still reluctant to let go, played with Xiaolan's vagina after ejaculating:

"It was so good, I haven't had enough!"

"Then, let's keep playing!" Xiaolan grinned lewdly, spreading her legs:

"Come on, let's keep fighting!"

"Sigh," Old Feng flicked his limp penis with his finger:

"It's done for, I can't take it anymore!"

"Hehe, big brother, if you still want to play, little sister will find a way to get you back on track!"

"Come on," Old Du put his penis into Xiaolan's mouth, and the two of them talked while performing oral sex:

"I heard that a new type of condom has recently come out, with barbs. It's said that after inserting it, it makes the girl scream. I have to get one someday and try it out!"

"Okay, get one, little sister will let you try it and see what it feels like!" "

..."

"Ah, ah, ah," Yang Kun's anus was indeed different, and it quickly brought me the desire to ejaculate. I, like the previous two men, started panting heavily:

"Ouch, ouch," my eyes glazed over, and my whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. Yang Kun sensed that I was about to ejaculate, and his snow-white buttocks began to twist in perfect coordination. I became even more out of control, and my mind gradually became confused.

"Damn," in a slight dizziness, I suddenly heard Lao Du mutter under his breath,

"Damn, what thorny thing? I've used them, they're nothing like what you described. The girl didn't react at all. Look at this thing, how about it!"

With that, Lao Du grabbed his small purse, swiftly pulled something out, and displayed it in front of Xiaolan:

"Little sister, have you tried this thing?"

"Ah," Xiaolan's eyes widened in surprise:

"What, what is this thing? It's so long, so thick! Brother, your penis is thick enough, this thing is even bigger than your penis! Hehe..."

"It looks like a fake penis!" Lao Feng said speculatively:

"It's a fake penis!"

"But why does it have short hair?" Xiaolan continued to ask.

"Yeah, I often go to sex shops, I've seen all kinds of fake penises, but I've never seen a fake penis with hair like this!" Lao Feng muttered.

"Hehe, never seen this before, have you? Come on, little sister, have a taste!"

Old Du pried Xiaolan's thighs apart and shoved the hairy dildo into her vagina, stirring it around with a squelching sound.

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

Xiaolan cried out,

"It's so prickly, so prickly, so itchy!"

"Oh--Ouch--," I sighed, and with a whoosh, I ejaculated into Yang Kun's anus. Yang Kun sat up, and a large puddle of semen rolled out of her anus. She grabbed a towel and wiped it repeatedly:

"Sigh, all three of our things have been shot into my asshole, so much, so sticky!"

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

Lao Du continued to thrust wildly into Xiaolan's vagina with his dildo. Xiaolan looked up at the sky and exclaimed in surprise:

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

I looked at Lao Du and Xiaolan with great curiosity: What kind of dildo is this? Is it really that special? From Xiaolan's screams, I could tell she wasn't faking it, deliberately acting lewd to please the two men; she was genuinely suffering from the pain.

I dragged my weary body over quietly. Just then, Lao Du pulled the dildo out of Xiaolan's vagina. I glanced down and my eyes lit up: Ah, so that's it! Lao Du was about to thrust it back in when I caught him off guard and grabbed it. I slowly brought the dildo, dripping with Xiaolan's fluids, to my eyes. My heart surged with emotion, like a calm sea suddenly whipped into a violent storm, whipping up towering waves.

"Damn, what are you looking at? Don't recognize it? Never seen it before!" Lao Du smugly stared at me.

I stood on the floor like a log, still clutching that strange dildo in my hand. It was much longer and thicker than a normal adult male's penis, increasing in diameter towards the base. Its head curved upwards, forming a gentle semi-circle, densely covered with fine, pale yellow hairs. A slight touch with my fingers caused the rounded, long body to tremble slightly. Pinching or twisting it revealed that the seemingly soft hairs were surprisingly irritating. No wonder Xiaolan was screaming incessantly; the dense hairs repeatedly scraped against the tender vaginal walls, creating an unbearable, intense itching sensation. Its surface was a thin layer of soft skin, incredibly soft to the touch, while beneath the skin lay a hard core. Wow--, it really looks like a dick! It looks fleshy, but like an erect penis, beneath the smooth foreskin lies incredible hardness. As I stared at it, a sudden pang of sadness gripped me, and tears welled up, blurring my vision.

...

Guess what this hairy, peculiar fake dick is?

...

Let me tell you something else: I did another shameless thing, but surprisingly, I feel quite at peace with myself, like I'm helping someone out of poverty!

Most shameless people know a thing or two when it comes to gambling; otherwise, they can't survive in society. If two shameless people meet, things get interesting. After a few rounds, they both know what's going on, throw down their cards, and say: "Damn it, let's quit!"

Seeing these scoundrels team up to fool and trick people, I always secretly laugh at the victims: "Damn, what a bunch of swindlers! Play, play, play until you lose this year and next, until you've lost your mind and don't even know what happened!" To paraphrase an old scoundrel: "They'll play you to death!"

Therefore, I advise netizens, never participate in gambling. Gambling is a nightmare!

Gambling, gambling, it's like celebrating the New Year every day.

After winning, they go to restaurants. To be honest, these scoundrels aren't stingy; they know how to live, but they don't know how to save money. The money they win either goes to restaurants or bathhouses—it's not easy money, and it doesn't go anywhere good either.

These scoundrels also have another purpose when they go to restaurants: to seduce the restaurant owner's wife. If the restaurant owner is a hypocrite and won't allow it, fine, they just won't eat there anymore!

To make a living, most of the restaurant owners reluctantly obliged. They had no choice; decent people don't eat out every day, and these scoundrels were truly untouchable. They'd come in large groups, filling a whole table. Sometimes, there weren't enough seats, so they'd even push two tables together. They'd drink and drink, endlessly, and when it came time to pay, they'd give you the exact amount—enough for most of your small restaurant's day's revenue, enough to sell countless bowls of beef noodles.

I didn't play cards much, not really interested. But one of the scoundrels suggested we take a small-time contractor, who had some money, to a restaurant.

We'd win, and he'd say, "Here's the money!"

Which restaurant? That was up to him. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

It was a very simple little restaurant. The owner was a woman around fifty, clearly a decent person, feigning concern for us scoundrels just to make a living. The first time I visited, she gave me special attention: "Who are you?"

At the dinner table, the foreman, still unconvinced, started gesturing again. He drank some alcohol, acted arrogant, and pulled out loose change, scattering it everywhere. The landlady, exclaiming in surprise, frantically picked it up, moving chairs and climbing tables, while the scoundrels all cast disdainful glances.

"Sister," I said, also getting into the swing of things, grabbing the landlady who was scrambling to pick up the change and generously stuffing the large sum of money I'd just won (no, to be precise, cheated) into her hand: "

Here, a tip! "

The landlady immediately beamed, bowing and scraping.

"Ah, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep!"

"There's a bed in the back room!"

So, the landlady helped me up and led me to the back room. I took the opportunity to grope and pry, and even on the bed, I wouldn't let go of her. Two fingers pried at her until she screamed.

Later, after we became familiar, we did it!

Later, I learned that the landlady's husband suffered from severe diabetes. To illustrate how severe it was, once, after we finished drinking at his restaurant, we invited him to take a bath together. It was dark, and when crossing the street, he couldn't see the road, so his assistant, Di Ba Zi, had to lead him across like a blind man. While bathing, he urinated on the paving stones; it was thick and yellow, and the water flowed for a long time without dissolving it.

Even more distressing was that the landlady's son had cerebral palsy; he looked exactly like a Chinese version of Keiji Yokori.

What a pitiful family, entirely dependent on the landlady for support.

One day, Di Ba Zi brought the landlady to me. The landlady pulled out her household registration booklet:

"Xiao Zhang, winter is coming, and the heating will be turned on soon, but I can't afford the heating bill! Can you help me?"

"How can you help?"

"The house belongs to my father-in-law. When he was alive, his workplace helped him so he didn't have to pay the heating bill. But this spring, he got sick and died, and his household registration was cancelled." The landlady opened the household registration booklet and pointed to the police station's official seal:

"Xiao Zhang, can you find a way to cancel this?"

"Hmm, forge it, deceive the heating company?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

The landlady left with Di Ba Zi in disappointment.

The next day, I quietly found the landlady alone:

"Sister, give me the household registration booklet."

"Xiao Zhang, didn't you say you couldn't do it?" the landlady asked coldly.

"Big sister, you don't know, with Di Ba Zi around, I can't agree to your request!"

"Him?"

"He's too wicked, he tricked me, I suffered a great loss!"

"I understand! Xiao Zhang, can you remove this stamp?"

"Big sister, it's a piece of cake, leave it to me, just wait, I'll bring it back to you tonight!"

"Smack," the landlady kissed me with immense gratitude!

Chapter Thirty-Six

"Damn," Old Du stared at me in confusion, his eyes revealing disdain:

"A grown man like you, why are you crying? Are you scared by this hairy fake penis? No? Then, are you having fun fucking?"

"No, big brother, as soon as I saw this thing, I thought of a woman, she once gave me one," I asked Old Du, waving my hairy fake penis:

"Big brother, where did you get such a big deer antler? Did you buy it from a pharmacy?"

"Oh, so it's a deer antler!" Xiao Lan clicked her tongue, her eyes immediately brightening, her face radiating envy:

"Ah, I've heard that deer antlers are very, very expensive! I'd only ever heard of them before, but today I finally see the real thing! It's huge, it must be worth a lot of money!" With that, she snatched it away, examining it greedily, turning it over and over as if admiring a treasure. Then, she brought it to her nose and sniffed it. Soon, she frowned:

"Wow, what's that smell? It stinks!"

Old Feng's eyes were glued to it.

"Deer antler, deer antler, so it's deer antler! Let me see, let me see... Ah, it's fleshy and hairy, but the smell isn't very good. Before, the deer antler I saw in pharmacies was always cut into small pieces. So this is what it looks like—it looks just like a big, hairy penis! Hehe, yeah, deer antler is quite precious; in pharmacies, a small piece can sell for tens of yuan!"

"Damn, that's processed dried goods, of course it's expensive. The moisture is basically dried out," Old Du said professionally.

"This is a water antler, just cut from a deer's head. It's from my deer farm. A few days ago, some old customers from inside the pass wanted to buy my deer antlers, so I cut some off and sold a batch. They said: this stuff is very good for the body, especially for enhancing male virility! When I heard that this stuff could enhance male virility, I damn well kept one, planning to find someone knowledgeable to process it for me and see how to eat it to achieve the desired effect! What, brother, you recognize this stuff too? Looks like you're quite familiar with it!"

"Raising deer? Brother, you raise deer? Where do you raise deer? In the deer-producing region?"

"Yes, brother, you know about the deer-producing region too!"

"Brother," I was extremely excited and rushed towards Lao Du:

"Brother, come, give me a hug!" I hugged Lao Du's bear-like, thick body tightly:

“Brother, we’re really destined to meet! Ah—Luxiang, such a beautiful place, has a woman I love the most! Her father also raises deer, and she gave me such a long and thick fresh deer antler!”

“Haha, brother, you’ve been to Luxiang. Hmm, Luxiang is indeed a good place. Otherwise, back then, the emperor wouldn’t have chosen that place to raise deer. I’ve heard from the old people in Luxiang that several emperors of the Qing Dynasty visited Luxiang. It’s truly a blessed land. So, is there a woman you love in Luxiang?”

“Yes!”

“Who? Tell me, let me see if I know her!”

“Xiaohong, my nanny!”

“Xiaohong? Not very familiar! I’ve only been raising deer in Luxiang for less than a year, and this is the first batch of antlers! Xiaohong, how is she now? Do you want to marry her?”

“She’s already married. I really wanted to marry her. At that time, I was in college, and we were secretly in love. But then my mother found out, and she ruined our relationship!”

“Hehe,” Old Du said:

“Yes, if I were your mother, I would have ruined it too. Why would a handsome young man like you, a government employee, insist on marrying a country girl?”

“What?” Yang Kun, standing nearby, looked displeased.

“Country girl? What’s wrong with a country girl? Are country girls inferior?” She then turned to me.

“Brother, it seems you truly love Xiaohong. Seeing this large deer antler reminded you of her, and the sight brought tears to your eyes. Ah, based on that alone, I think you’re a very sentimental person!”

“Miss, I truly love her. Back then, we were madly in love, inseparable. If it weren’t for my mother interfering, we would have been married long ago!”

“Sigh,” Yang Kun sincerely took my hand, sighed, and tears welled in her beautiful eyes.

"In the eyes of city dwellers, rural people are born inferior. A white household registration booklet relegates them to another world, another society. Brother, to be honest, I'm also from the countryside. When I was in school, I had a boyfriend, a classmate. He was smart and handsome. That year, we both got into university, and my younger brother also got into university. But, my father died early, and my mother couldn't afford to support two university students by farming. So, I... dropped out of school... My boyfriend went to university and became a city dweller, and his mother ruined your relationship! Waaah," Yang Kun said, and then he burst into tears.

"Waaah, I don't know what bad things I did in my past life to be reborn in the countryside, farming, with no future, never a chance to turn my life around! After my boyfriend broke up with me, I swore I would never waste my life in this hopeless, bleak land. I'm going to work hard, by any means necessary, to build my own career and achieve something to show my ex. So, I'm going to make money, make money, make money, make money! As long as I make enough money, I can buy a city residency permit, become a city dweller, and say goodbye to the countryside forever!"

"Yeah," I echoed indignantly.

"Damn it, who came up with this terrible idea? We're all human, all Chinese, yet we're rigidly divided into two categories: city dwellers with red household registration certificates, and rural people with white ones. Miss, I always wonder, what's the fundamental difference between China's household registration system and South Africa's system of racial discrimination? Miss, what you're saying about buying a city household registration with a huge sum of money to change your status—how is that any different from redeeming a slave? A small piece of paper like the household registration certificate has caused so many human tragedies. My aunt, just because she had a rural household registration, broke up with her boyfriend and married an uneducated butcher who couldn't even write his own name. Every time I visit her, she always says sadly to me: 'What's the point of being an aunt now? Just making do,' her heart is as cold as ice water!..."

"Hey," Old Du waved his hand, interrupting me.

"Forget it, forget it, forget it all. Everyone's having a good time, let's not talk about these upsetting things. What can we do to change this? Why are we worrying about it? It's just making trouble for ourselves. Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm so hungry, I really want to eat something! Let's go!"

"Miss," I hugged Yang Kun affectionately,

"Don't cry, I sympathize with you. Sigh, there are always so many regrets in this world, lovers who can't be together. Come on, don't think about these upsetting things, let's go drink, Miss. As two people in the same boat, I'll treat you. Miss, what would you like to eat?"

"Dog—meat—!" Yang Kun answered, sobbing. I grinned,

"Miss, didn't you just eat dog meat stew with tofu? Why do you want to eat dog meat again? Aren't you sick of it?" Yang Kun wiped away his tears and insisted:

"Brother, I... I just love eating dog meat, but Mom won't let me. Mom loves dogs the most. If there's anything good to eat at home, she won't eat it herself, and she won't give it to us kids either, she'll feed it to the dogs. At home, Mom absolutely forbids me from eating dog meat, haha, and we can't afford it anyway, dog meat is very expensive. After I started messing around in the city, I always secretly eat dog meat."

"Alright then, Miss, a few days ago, when I was having dinner with my boss, I accidentally found a very authentic Korean restaurant. Their dog meat is very special and delicious. Let's go, let's go to Gaolitun."

"Okay," Old Du gave me a thumbs up:

"Good, good, my brother is so thoughtful and values relationships. Yes, since we're kindred spirits, we should really drink together, chat, and exchange ideas. Okay, I'll have a good drink with you two!"

"Miss," when the dog meat was served, I deliberately pushed it in front of Yang Kun:

"Miss, eat up, eat up, this is the dog meat you like!"

"Hmph," Yang Kun picked up his chopsticks and pouted at me:

"Big brother, from now on, don't keep calling me 'Miss, Miss.' These days, everyone knows what 'Miss' means. It's a euphemism for prostitution, a prostitute. Big brother, I'm not a prostitute. I've done everything, but I've never been a prostitute. Big brother, please, please don't call me 'Miss' anymore, okay?"

"Okay, here, eat," I picked up a piece of dog meat and held it to Yang Kun's lips.

"Xiao Yang, come on, eat," Yang Kun picked up one end of the shredded dog meat and moved closer to me. I understood and picked up the other end. The two of us started tearing at each other in a ridiculous way, which made everyone laugh. With a crunch, the shredded dog meat was torn apart and swallowed. Yang Kun coquettishly hugged my head and gave me a kiss:

"Thank you for treating me to dog meat!"

"Dog meat is expensive!" Old Feng muttered as he chewed a piece of shredded dog meat:

"These days, even a not-so-big dog can sell for several hundred yuan!"

Everyone reached for their chopsticks, and in an instant, the dog meat on the plate was almost gone, revealing the white bottom. Seeing Yang Kun eating with relish, I raised my voice, ready to call for another plate, when Old Du mysteriously waved his hand at me. Before I could understand what he meant, Old Du shouted coldly:

"Waiter!"

"Hey, uncle, what's up!"

"What's up, damn it," Old Du pointed to the plate with only a few pieces of dog meat left and yelled at the waiter:

"Look for yourself, huh?"

"This," the waiter looked at the plate and was immediately stunned:

"What, what happened here!"

"What's going on? Who are you asking?!"

While I was chatting sweetly with Yang Kun, my gaze slowly shifted to the plate. Heh heh, in the center of the plate lay a gleaming, utterly disgusting fly corpse. The waiter helplessly picked up the plate:

"Uncle, don't be angry, I'll ask the boss to get you another plate."

After the waiter left the room, Lao Du gestured to everyone, and they immediately understood that Lao Du was behind it. They exchanged knowing smiles, and Lao Du said smugly:

"Hehe, paying for one plate, getting two plates of dog meat!"

"Brother," Yang Kun asked me seriously,

"Do you still see each other?"

"Who?"

"Xiao Hong!"

"No," I shook my head in disappointment,

"No, we don't see each other anymore!"

"Why? Doesn't she love you anymore?"

"No, I'm afraid to go to her house!"

"Hehe, her man doesn't welcome you!"

"Xiao Yang, if it were you, and after you married someone else, I still came to your house to see you, would your husband welcome me?"

"Hehe!"

"After the breakup, although I really wanted to see Xiao Hong, she always appeared in my dreams, but I just didn't dare to go. Xiao Yang, think about it, wouldn't that be too awkward? If I went to her house, firstly, I would interfere with her family life and cause trouble for her family. Secondly, her husband might fight me. Xiao Yang, that's their territory. I'm outnumbered and outmatched. If a fight really broke out, I would only suffer losses. Maybe, I might even lose my life..."

"Damn," Old Du put down his chopsticks dismissively upon hearing this:

"Damn, who is it? Who's so arrogant that they dare to kill someone?"

"Brother," I replied:

"As the saying goes, adultery leads to murder. It's not uncommon. Not to mention someone far away, do you know XXX?"

"Yeah, I know him. The Flower King, damn it, that guy's made a fortune. I even bought flowers from him as gifts. Damn it, that guy's a rip-off, he's so damn greedy, he dares to ask for the highest price, and he doesn't haggle. You tell me, isn't that amazing? That's the price, take it or leave it, damn it..."

"Yeah, brother, you're absolutely right. My mom bought flowers from him too, and when she got back she scolded him for being so greedy, asking for exorbitant prices! He got rich from growing flowers and got carried away, messing around with women everywhere..."

"Of course," Old Du wholeheartedly agreed:

"Damn, who doesn't play around with women when they have money? If you have money and don't play around with women, you're the biggest idiot in the world. Money, if you don't spend it, who are you going to give it to? Hmm? Leave it at home and let it grow mold? Money that you don't spend is like a stone!"

"This guy also slept with his nanny. Later, his nanny went back to her hometown and got married. But this guy still drove to his nanny's house every few days. The nanny's husband couldn't stand it anymore and in a fit of rage, he killed this guy..." I made a throat-slitting gesture with my chopsticks.

"Oh," Old Du nodded,

"Yes, I've heard that XXX died because of a woman. Yes, thinking about it carefully, it really wasn't worth it. Losing his life for a woman who's already someone else's wife, someone else has already had his fill of sex—it's not worth it!"

"When Xiaohong had just gotten married, I couldn't bear the pain of losing her. In a moment of impulsiveness, I took a long-distance bus to Luxiang and barged into Xiaohong's house without thinking."

"How was it? Did you fight?"

"No, but the atmosphere was incredibly tense. Xiaohong's husband glared at me fiercely, like he was glaring at an irreconcilable enemy!"

"Hmm, that's understandable," Yang Kun interjected,

"The hatred of a father's murder and the loss of a wife!"

"But," Old Feng chimed in,

"Brother, Xiaohong loved you first, and her husband married her afterward. It's not like the usual kind of seduction of a married woman. Little Yang says it's the hatred of a wife being stolen, but I don't think that's quite accurate. So, Xiaohong's husband shouldn't hate you like that!"

“Yeah, he hates me, and I fucking hate him too! I hate that he stole my Xiaohong. Just thinking about my beloved Xiaohong being pinned down by him makes me, I, I fucking want to cry. I always thought that Xiaohong belonged to me, and only I had the right to pin her down. But look at how he hated me! He practically wanted to pounce on me and tear me to pieces!”

“And then?” Yang Kun asked me.

"Later, Xiaohong's father found out I had barged into Xiaohong's house, so he rushed over and led me away. That day, at Xiaohong's father's house, I drank a whole bottle and a half of baijiu. Because I was in a bad mood, I drank too fast, and as a result, my heart started racing, pounding faster and faster, and I could hardly breathe. At that moment, I thought I was going to die. I lay stiffly on the kang (a heated brick bed), calling out, calling out: Xiaohong, Xiaohong, Xiaohong, Xiaohong..."

"Haha, you're so devoted!" Yang Kun laughed.

"Brother, how long has it been since you last saw Xiaohong?"

"More than three years. I haven't seen Xiaohong for more than three years!"

"Oh, more than three years, more than a thousand days. That's so long, so hard to endure. Hehe, so, brother, do you want to see Xiaohong?"

"Of course I do! But I'm too scared to go!"

"Damn it," Lao Du slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Damn it, too scared to go? What are you afraid of? Brother, tell me, do you want to see Xiaohong or not?"

“I miss her so much, brother! I dream about it! I want to see Xiaohong so badly, even just for a glimpse. As long as I see her alive and well, I'll be content…”

“Let’s go,” Old Du pushed his wine glass away, clattering it as he pulled out his car keys:

“Let’s go to Deer Village… damn it, what’s so great about that? I just don’t believe in fate, I just want to go for the tough stuff, for the thrill, for the excitement. Let’s go to Deer Village, find Xiaohong, fulfill my brother’s wish of so many years, let him see his sweetheart, and everyone can also see my deer farm! Hehe…” 12-09 Chapter Thirty-Seven

“Look,” Old Du said as he walked, shoving the large deer antler into my hand:

"Here you go, this deer antler is for you. Whenever you think of Xiaohong, take it out and look at it!"

"No, no," I refused.

"Brother, this won't do! How can I accept something so valuable? No, no, I can't take it!"

"Damn, enough nonsense, just take it," then Lao Du said to the others,

"My deer farm has another batch of antlers that will be harvested soon. When that happens, I'll give each of you a hairy dildo. Use it to fuck your cunts all the time!"

"Hahaha, thank you, brother!"

The car quickly drove out of the city and onto the highway. Lao Feng sat in the front, and Yang Kun, Xiaolan, and I sat in the back. I sat between two young women, one in each arm:

"Ah, I'm so excited! I'll see Xiaohong soon!" After saying that, I kissed Xiaolan, then turned and smacked Yang Kun. Yang Kun wiped the saliva from his face.

"Hehe, look how happy you are, just like a country kid getting dressed for the New Year. Oh—take it easy, don't get too excited! Hehe, big brother, is Xiaohong really that good?"

"Of course, otherwise, why would I love her so much!" Yang Kun asked.

"Is she pretty?"

"So-so! Not really pretty!"

"Then, what do you like about her?"

"What, Xiao Yang, do you think a woman can only be liked and loved if she's pretty? Besides, what is pretty? What is beautiful? Some women do have very outstanding faces, but when they start talking, wow, forget it, I'd better stay far away and never bother with them again. As for Xiao Hong, I can't really say what I like about her, I just like her!"

"Hehe," Xiao Lan chuckled lewdly,

"I think it must be because she's good in bed, she's got you all smitten! Hehehe,"

"Big brother," Yang Kun asked me, blushing,

"Really, big brother, how's Xiao Hong in bed? I bet she's really good, she's got you completely wrapped around her little finger, otherwise, why would you like her so much! Big brother, can you tell me how good she is?"

"Haha," Lao Feng laughed,

"What, are you guys discussing academic issues about sex?"

"Hehe," Yang Kun smiled at Lao Feng and continued to ask me:

"Brother, tell me, how good is she at serving men?"

"How good?" I pondered for a moment:

"Well, it's hard to say. But what impressed me most was how submissive Xiaohong was. She was incredibly obedient to me, doing exactly what I asked, fulfilling my every wish!" "

So, you can't forget her!"

"Hehe," Xiaolan interjected,

"Does she dare not be completely obedient to you? She's waiting to marry you!"

"After Mom found out, she sent her home, but she secretly ran back. We rented a run-down room on the edge of the city. We were broke; we couldn't afford a nice place in the city. During the day, Xiaohong washed dishes and waited tables at a small restaurant, working over ten hours a day. After a month of hard work, the meager earnings were barely enough to pay the rent. As for groceries and food, I saved from my own food allowance. Sigh, back then, we were so damn poor. Mom didn't give me much money; she was financially controlling me. Tell me, what did Xiaohong want from clinging to me? So, when I think about the hardships Xiaohong went through with me, I want to cry!"

"What did she want?" Xiaolan said,

"She wanted to marry you! She wouldn't have endured this hardship without some ulterior motive!"

"But," I explained,

"that's impossible. Mom said she'd never agree!" I became sad again.

"At that time, my mind was filled with Xiaohong, Xiaohong. As a result, I failed several subjects during the exams. My mother was so angry that she cried her eyes out, and I was also anxious. How could this go on? Would I be able to graduate? So, I had to harden my heart and catch up on my studies. I visited Xiaohong less often. After more than ten days, I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed to Xiaohong's place. As soon as we met, Xiaohong cried. She said that she was sleeping alone in the empty house, feeling cold and scared. But I didn't have time to come every day. I hugged Xiaohong and wanted to make love. Xiaohong sighed and said, 'I'm on my period!'"

"Ha, red light, that's it, can't do it! What a waste of time!" Old Du pretended to be gloating.

"Yeah, you only come once every ten days or so. It's so hard to get together, but we ran into a red light. So, what are you going to do? Keep holding back?" Xiaolan looked at me with a grin, also pretending to be gloating.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't hold back! Xiaohong is so amazing! Just thinking about her makes my dick hard, let alone seeing her. I didn't care about anything else. I started tearing off Xiaohong's clothes without saying a word: 'It's okay, it's okay!'"

"What?!" Yang Kun exclaimed,

"What? Bro, did you run a red light? Why did you have to do this? Why didn't you let Xiaohong give you oral sex?!"

"Well, oral sex can certainly help me release my pent-up desire, but I prefer penetrating Xiaohong's vagina. At that stage, my obsession with Xiaohong's vagina reached an insane level. I went crazy and couldn't care less about anything else. It was so uncomfortable to hold back, so I just went for it. I stripped Xiaohong naked, ripped off the sanitary napkin, and shoved my dick hard into Xiaohong's red, smelly vagina. With each thrust, a pool of menstrual blood was pulled out."

"Wow!" Yang Kun and Xiaolan covered their mouths,

"How disgusting!"

"Xiaohong, you just let me do it?"

"Didn't I tell you? No matter what, she always goes along with me! I kept poking and poking, and the gushing menstrual blood was all over the floor. The low, damp, and cramped room was filled with the fishy smell of menstrual blood..."

"Okay, okay," Yang Kun covered my mouth:

"Okay, okay, okay," before she could finish, Yang Kun suddenly looked embarrassed and started to vomit. She quickly rolled down the car window:

"Cough—, cough—, cough—," After a long while, Yang Kun finally pulled her head back:

"Big brother, please stop talking, I can't take it anymore, big brother, you treated me to this dog meat for nothing, I'm making you throw it all up!"

"Finally," I couldn't stop talking, it was too unforgettable:

"Finally, my semen shot into Xiaohong's overflowing vagina, mixing with the menstrual blood, red in white, white in red, hehe!..." Yang Kun pressed my mouth shut without allowing me to say anything:

"Stop, stop, stop..."

"Damn," Lao Du muttered:

"Damn, I didn't expect you to have so many exciting stories to tell, little brother!"

"Later, big brother," Yang Kun asked,

"how long did you two sneak around like that?"

"A whole summer, ah, that was a summer I'll never forget, the most meaningful summer of my life, little Yang," I said emotionally, grabbing Yang Kun's slender hand,

"My story with Xiao Hong could fill a book!"

"Then, go ahead and write it. Show it to me first, hehe," Yang Kun gently ran his fingertips along the back of my hand. I then grabbed Xiao Lan's white hand, and Xiao Lan asked,

"And then what? Keep telling the story, it's quite interesting, enough to fill a book!"

"Sigh," I sighed with deep emotion.

"Sigh, happy times always fly by so quickly. In the blink of an eye, winter came. Our shabby house had no heating, the windows were single-pane, and the walls were so thin they didn't insulate at all. Lighting the stove provided a meager warmth, but as soon as it went out, that pitiful amount of heat would seep away through the cracks in the walls within minutes. Damn it, in the coldest weather, I'd wake up feeling like I'd been hit with a stick, and my face was sore and tight. Xiaohong smiled at me: 'Hehe, Xiaoli, your face is covered in frost!' I looked at her: 'You too! That's good, no need for face powder anymore, God has done your makeup…'"

"Hahaha, damn it," Lao Du mocked,

"You really went all out to play with women! How come you two didn't freeze to death?!"

"Oh," Yang Kun muttered quietly,

"So, Big Brother's nickname is Xiaoli!"

"The power of love is boundless," I continued with deep emotion.

"Ah—love, love, your great power can overcome all hardships. The blazing fire of love burns fiercely within us, like the great sun, never to be extinguished. Love, love, you are that bright red sun in the sky, your beams of incomparably warm rays completely driving away the cold from us. After Xiaohong got married, I rushed to her house without a second thought. It happened to be a cold winter, and I got completely drunk at Xiaohong's father's house. The next day, when I was about to leave, Xiaohong insisted on seeing me off. On the cold, windswept country road, in the howling woods, we shivered with cold, desperately jumping and leaping with our hands, trying to gain a pitiful amount of warmth. Our lips were almost frozen purple, almost unable to open, but we still talked and talked, we had endless things to talk about!" My vision blurred again. Seeing this, Yang Kun took out a small handkerchief and wiped away my tears:

"Yes, it was truly an unforgettable love!"

"We finally got a long-distance bus, but I didn't want to get on. I really didn't want to leave Xiaohong so hastily. So, the bus drove away, and we continued to wait and chat. Another one came, but I still didn't want to get on. In the winter, when it was below minus twenty degrees Celsius and our breath steamed in the cold, I waited for the bus from morning until it was almost dark. When the last bus finally arrived, I reluctantly jumped on. After the bus drove away, I clung to the window, looking and looking. Xiaohong outside was waving frantically at me until she disappeared below the horizon!"

"Hehe," Old Feng exclaimed,

"This guy, you're so devoted!"

"And then, and then!" Yang Kun listened, increasingly engrossed.

"Brother, tell us quickly, what happened next? How did you two break up?"

"Later, Xiaohong caught a cold from the cold in that dilapidated house. I realized that if she kept enduring it like that, it wouldn't work. The cold winter would last for more than half a year, and she would get sick from the cold if she kept going like that. So, Xiaohong had to move into that little restaurant. I would go to the restaurant to see her every few days. We would chat intimately, and when there were few customers in the restaurant's dining hall, we would secretly kiss and caress each other. Sometimes, when there were no customers at all, I would caress Xiaohong's breasts. But there was nowhere for us to make love!"

"Hahaha," everyone laughed at the same time, and they all suggested:

"Go to a hotel and get a room,"

"Go to a bathhouse and get a private room,"

"Go to a hotel and get a single room,"

"Hmph," I helplessly spread my hands:

"It's easier said than done. I'm a student with no income, and she's a factory worker whose meager wages are pitiful. Besides, when I was in school, it wasn't like now, where hotels, bathhouses, and inns are everywhere. We couldn't afford to rent rooms at the few hotels and bathhouses we could find. As for inns, they're the cheapest option, and we've been there a few times, always on edge, rushing around like thieves. But we can't afford to go to inns all the time. I remember the cheapest single room was twenty yuan a night. If we rented a single room, Xiaohong would have to serve dishes and wash dishes for free for two days. During this time, I thought about borrowing some money from Sister Yin, but every time I stood in front of her cigarette stand, I couldn't bring myself to ask. Yes, Sister Yin works very hard to earn her money. How could I ask her for money and use her hard-earned cash to rent a single room at an inn for a fleeting moment of pleasure?"

"Hehe, what a pitiful couple!" "

We didn't have enough bullets in our pockets, so we couldn't afford a hotel room. Instead, we sneaked into the movie theater. That winter, we practically went to every movie theater in the city, always choosing the last row. After the movie started, in the darkness, Xiaohong would drape her coat over her head, covering her face, and then secretly give me oral sex between my legs. I would put my hands inside her bosom, caressing those breasts I could never get enough of. Later, we felt the movie theater was the truly ideal place; for a few dollars, we could stay all night, until dawn. That night, Xiaohong gave me oral sex again and again. In that long winter, Xiaohong didn't know how much of my semen she swallowed."

"Ha, you're really something! Looks like Xiaohong is truly unforgettable!"

"But, although the movie was good, and we could have oral sex to our hearts' content, there were some unsatisfactory aspects. The chairs were too narrow and too low, making it impossible for us to have normal intercourse. In other words, my penis couldn't penetrate Xiaohong's vagina. If I tried to force it in, the movements would be too large and too dangerous. If someone saw us, the consequences would be unimaginable! But, I'm really getting tired of oral sex all the time. Oral sex is good and very comfortable, but like eating, if you eat the same dish three times a day, even if it's the best dish, you'll get tired of it eventually. Ah, I really want to penetrate Xiaohong! The more I stimulate Xiaohong's vagina, the stronger my desire to penetrate becomes."

"Hahaha,"

"Then, what should we do?"

"We braved the raging wind and the swirling snowflakes, searching all over the streets for an ideal place to have sex."

"Have you found one?" Yang Kun asked eagerly.

"We searched and searched. At first, we thought about making love in the stairwell, but then we thought, 'What if someone suddenly opens their door or someone barges in from outside? We'd be caught red-handed!' After much deliberation, we finally decided that the park's woods at night was the most ideal and safest place for outdoor lovemaking." "

So, you really made love in the park's woods?"

"Yes, we did. We spread our pre-prepared cotton coats on the thick snow, then each of us took off our pants, and in the pitch-black woods, shivering in the howling wind, we carried out the most beautiful, most blissful, and greatest thing in the world."

"Hehe, didn't you freeze to death?"

"Sigh, every time after we made love, our butts and legs were freezing red!"

"Serves you right!" Old Du said jokingly.

"Sigh, it's nothing. Want to make love? What can you do? Besides, making love in the snow has its own unique charm. We kept shivering, clinging tightly to each other, occasionally lifting our heads to gaze at the starry night sky through the bare tree trunks, breathing in the fresh, but icy air. That feeling…"

"Damn," Old Du continued, feigning a curse,

"You're a bookworm after all. Anything you say, as long as you're happy and willing to do it, no matter how absurd or ridiculous it is, just adds a few words and it becomes beautiful and desirable. Damn it, hearing you say that makes me want to too. This winter, I'll find a prostitute and make love in the park's woods, to experience it for myself!"

"Watch out," Old Feng teased.

"Don't let your dick freeze!"

"Hehe," the two young women giggled.

"We finally found a place to have intercourse, so every few days after dark we'd run to the park. Ah, another beautiful night with starlight, we slipped into the park's woods wearing cotton coats and hurriedly made love. We were naked from the waist down in the woods, tightly embracing each other, shivering as we did a ridiculous frog dance, when suddenly, a man's cold roar came from behind us: Get up, look what you've done!"

"Ha," Old Du burst into laughter:

"You're done for, aren't you? The neighborhood watch team caught you!"

"Hahaha," everyone laughed.

"Xiaohong and I jumped up in a panic. Xiaohong instinctively covered her lower body with her cotton coat, while I, naked from the waist down, still had my penis erect, ridiculously sticking up. Seeing the cold-faced man, my mind went blank for a second: 'It's over, it's over, this is it!'"

Chapter Thirty-Eight

. "Hmph," the man snorted darkly, then grabbed my collar: "Come on, to the police station!" I pleaded with a bitter face: "Brother, at least let us put our pants on before we go to the police station!"

"Heh heh," the crowd sneered:

"Look at you, you're really pathetic!"

"Okay, you two put them on!" The man nodded, so Xiaohong and I hurriedly pulled on our pants. I pulled out the only bill in my pocket and handed it to the man: "Brother, we're lovers, not a couple having a casual relationship, and certainly not prostitutes." "Damn it," the man cursed: "Lovers, lovers, is this how you date? If you're really lovers, you should be open about it at home, doing whatever you want, nobody cares. In this cold weather, you haven't forgotten about 'that,' you two are really fucking carefree!" The man berated us while reaching out and unceremoniously snatching the bill: "What, you think this little bit of money can settle this?" "Brother," I pleaded, "I'm a student, this is all the money I have. We really are lovers, our families are different..." "So, therefore..." The man interrupted me: "Where is she?" He pointed at Xiaohong: "Does she have any money? Give her her money too!" I glanced at him and a thought crossed my mind: This isn't some kind of police force; he's probably a blackmailer! Just as I was thinking this, the man walked towards Xiaohong, then turned back and said to me casually: "You can go now!" What? I knew something was wrong. This guy was blackmailing me. He was trying to get rid of me and then target Xiaohong. Damn, how vicious! Thinking this, I suddenly shouted at the still-dazed Xiaohong: "Xiaohong, run!" Xiaohong understood immediately and took off running towards the edge of the woods. I chased after her desperately, without even turning my head. Judging from my instincts, the man didn't seem to be chasing us.

"Damn," Old Du said experiencedly,

"Brother, you've run into some thugs. You're lucky you got lucky with one, probably a greenhorn, inexperienced lone wolf, content with a little money. If you'd run into a gang, try to run? They usually have weapons. Heh heh, brother, you and your Xiaohong are definitely not going to get away unscathed!"

"Yeah, they'll strip you naked. Leaving you with only your underwear is a favor; not beating you is already a mercy," Old Feng said. "

As for Xiaohong, they'll gang rape her, that's a done deal. Otherwise, what would they be waiting for all night long, heh heh!"

"Yeah," I continued.

"Later, I heard that this was called 'smashing the kiln.' Some criminals would band together, specifically looking for targets in parks. If they saw couples having sex, they'd arrest them on the spot, threaten to take them to the police station to extort money, and then search their bodies for all valuables. Afterwards, the men would be beaten up, and the women would be gang-raped! Two of my high school classmates did this. I heard one was executed for the heinous nature of the crime, while the other is still in prison eating cornbread!"

"Wow," Yang Kun exclaimed,

"Brother, you're really lucky! You were fortunate to escape a gang."

"After that incident, I haven't been back to that park. Sometimes, when I pass by the park entrance on the bus, I feel so ashamed that I turn my face away, hoping the bus will pass quickly."

"And then?" Yang Kun urged,

"Go on, it's quite interesting, you should write a book about it!"

"From now on," I said, feeling sad again, and instinctively pulled out a cigarette. Yang Kun obediently lit it for me:

"Big brother, keep talking, otherwise, it'll be so boring sitting in the car!"

"Later, we went back to the cinema. We wandered from one cinema to another, searching for the most ideal place for oral sex. Gradually, I unconsciously drifted back to the vicinity of the train station. To the west of the train station was an old town with a very undulating terrain. The streets were winding and grid-like, spreading out irregularly along the hillside, unlike the new town, where both the main streets and alleys were straight and crisscrossed. The buildings along the streets were all Russian-style, about a hundred years old, and all looked dusty and worn. One building caught my strong interest. Its shape was extremely strange, looking like the ruins of a church. Xiaohong and I sneaked in out of curiosity. Hehe, there was a newly opened small photo studio inside. We bought tickets and went in. Wow, the photo studio had private rooms for couples! I was overjoyed. We paid a little more money and went into the private room hand in hand. At that time, this was probably the first cinema in the city with private rooms for couples."

"This time it's settled, let's do it openly!" Old Du said.

"No, we can't be too generous. The private rooms are just separated by thin plywood, and you can hear the whispers of the couple next door. But it's still much more convenient than groping around in the lobby! Ah, I can finally pull down Xiaohong's pants, lie on the chair, and, in the dim light, carefully admire her genitals. I lick and dig with abandon!"

"Damn," Old Du cursed,

"Finally, I can have some fun. It's been a long time!"

"Yeah, brother," Xiaolan interjected,

"You and Xiaohong didn't have the good times. If it were now, there would be plenty of places to make love with your lover, and they'd be cheap!"

"Yes, looking back now, it's a real pity. If there had been these convenient places to make love back then, Xiaohong and I wouldn't have had to go to the park naked in the dead of winter, shivering from the cold, and almost falling victim to thugs."

"Time doesn't go backwards!" Yang Kun sighed.

"Life is always full of regrets!"

"From then on, that little photo studio became the best choice for Xiaohong and me to make love. Before going in each time, we would hold hands and buy some snacks like sunflower seeds and drinks at a free market across from the studio. These snacks would be much more expensive if we bought them at the studio, and we had to be careful with our money. Then, we would rent a private room for couples, enjoy the movie, chew on sunflower seeds and drink beverages, and caress each other."

"Isn't that wonderful!" Xiaolan sneered.

"What's so wonderful about it!" I sighed:

"That photo studio provided me with great convenience, but at the same time, it also caused me a lifelong regret!"

"How so?" Yang Kun asked.

"I frequented that small photo studio, having so much fun with Xiaohong in the couples' private rooms that I forgot all about school. I remember it was a cold night. As usual, I waited in the small restaurant until Xiaohong finished get off work. Xiaohong, like a bird released from its cage, happily flew out of the restaurant after a busy day and half the night. Xiaohong and I walked hand in hand, running and laughing freely on the snow-covered streets. Two sets of intersecting footprints were left on the snow-covered street, quickly covered by the continuing snowflakes. The last bus had already left, so we had to walk more than ten miles to the train station. We ran and talked, and when we finally arrived at the photo studio, panting, our bodies, shoulders, and faces were covered in sweat." Our clothes, both top and bottom, were already covered with glistening snowflakes, making us look like a pair of pristine white snowmen. We patted each other to shake off the snowflakes, then happily stepped into the couple's private room. Ah—the moment of bliss had finally arrived! You know, I had been waiting for a whole day and a half! How could I not be excited at this moment? We embraced tightly, indulging in tenderness for a while, and then I unbuttoned Xiaohong's shirt, which she obediently lifted. Suddenly, the film playing on the screen brightened up, the white light shining directly onto Xiaohong's full breasts, making her breasts appear so radiant and tender, presenting a hazy, intoxicating beauty! My eyes lit up: Xiaohong, your breasts have grown even bigger!

"Hehe," Yang Kun pinched my cheek:

"Big brother, you're joking. Breasts can keep swelling? If that were true, wouldn't they become balloons?"

"It's true," I insisted:

"When I first met Xiaohong, her breasts were very, very flat. Later, they gradually swelled up. I watched Xiaohong's breasts grow bigger day by day under my caresses and my sucking!"

"It might be true!" Xiaolan asked me:

"Big brother, how old was Xiaohong when you first met her?"

"Sixteen!"

"Oh," Yang Kun nodded:

"What you said might be true. A sixteen-year-old girl's breasts are just starting to develop!"

"Little Yang," I continued:

"You're also a country girl, you should know the customs of the countryside. People in the countryside still generally use the lunar calendar, and the age they say is one year older than their actual age!"

"Right, right," Yang Kun nodded:

"It's a figurative number, not a full age!"

"So, according to the city's custom, Xiaohong's actual age should be fifteen. A fifteen-year-old girl's breasts haven't fully developed yet! When I first lifted Xiaohong's clothes, ready to properly admire her beautiful breasts, I was surprised to see that Xiaohong's chest was so flat. On her flat skin, under her delicate shoulders, were two nipples smaller than beans, which disappointed me greatly. I listlessly stroked them: boring! I then pressed my lips to them and nibbled at them for a while. Xiaohong's nipples were so pitifully small that I couldn't even suck on them; I could only suckle them against her skin."

"Damn, you're quite lucky, aren't you? You deflowered a fifteen-year-old virgin, and you're still not satisfied? What are you disappointed about!" Old Du muttered.

"After that, I frequently made love to Xiaohong, greedily caressing her breasts. Gradually, under my caresses and with my sucking, Xiaohong's flat breasts began to swell slowly, like dough mixed with yeast. And the bigger they swelled, the more I liked to touch them, and the more I liked to touch them, the bigger they swelled. At the same time, her bean-like nipples slowly underwent a qualitative change, and in the dark center, like copper coins, a cute little head emerged, grinning with a delicate little mouth. The more I looked, the more pleased I became. Whenever I had the chance, I would pull Xiaohong over, rest my head on her lap, lift her clothes, and suckle passionately. The ridiculous sight was like a baby nursing, and Xiaohong was like a nursing mother, patting my body in a very convincing way: Pat, pat—ah, mother pats her child to sleep, oh—,…"

"Hahaha," everyone burst into laughter again. Old Du curled his lip:

"Damn, she really knows how to make a scene!"

"Sigh, but," I sighed:

"Such beautiful, such lovely breasts, swelling under my careful caresses, now no longer belong to me, but are being touched and sucked by other men, sigh..."

"Damn, what's there to be heartbroken about, bro? If you still want to touch her, still want to suck her, that's easy! Find a way to lure her out, find a place where you can touch and suck her to your heart's content!"

"How do I lure her out?" I shook my head:

"Her man can't let her out!"

"Damn," Old Du said:

"Leave this to me!"

"Hey, hey, big brother," Yang Kun nudged my shoulder:

"Go on, didn't you just say that the photo studio brought you both joy and regret? Big brother, you've talked enough about the joy, but what about the regret? Tell me, what regret is it that makes me share both your happiness and your pain and regret?"

"Sigh, I remember it clearly. That night, the photo studio was showing a foreign film. Because I wasn't really interested in watching movies, I can't remember the name right now. The gist of it was that a giant water monster appeared in Amsterdam. It would stretch its tentacles to the roadside late at night, entangle people walking at night, and then mercilessly drag them into the water and eat them!"

"I think it was called 'The Water Monster of Amsterdam'!" Xiaolan added.

"Maybe, my mind wasn't on the movie at all. My attention was completely on Xiaohong's genitals. I devoured Xiaohong's beautiful breasts and sucked my fill of her vagina. Then, I sat up, unbuckled my belt, took out my penis, and shoved it into Xiaohong's mouth. After Xiaohong licked my penis until it was shiny and incredibly hard, I pulled Xiaohong onto my body, positioned her genitals against my penis, and with a 'plop,' shoved it in. Xiaohong squatted on top of me, squelching and writhing. I thrust my hips upwards, pushing my penis deep into Xiaohong's vagina. Ah, after a quick round of thrusting, I gradually felt the urge to ejaculate: 'Ah, Xiaohong, faster, faster, get off!' I pushed Xiaohong away, my penis head shining brightly at the ceiling. As soon as Xiaohong regained her balance, my penis shot out like a rocket, the sticky semen shooting towards the ceiling of the photo studio at cannonball speed... "

"Hehe, big brother, you're really something! Why don't you ejaculate inside Xiaohong?"

"No way, what if she gets pregnant? Xiaoyang, I'm still a student!"

"Oh, so you've never ejaculated inside Xiaohong?"

"No, I don't want Xiaohong to get pregnant. I try my best not to ejaculate inside her vagina. Of course, there are times when I fail. Sometimes, when I'm really into it, I forget about it and ejaculate inside Xiaohong without thinking. Afterwards, I'm so worried! Luckily, we've been doing this for years, and Xiaohong hasn't gotten pregnant."

"Yeah," Yang Kun nodded:

"If she had gotten pregnant, that would have been a huge problem! Big brother, you're always lucky!"

"Hey, not bad, come on... I was smugly watching the semen shoot into the air when suddenly, the door to the private room was pushed open. In the darkness, someone silently walked in. I turned my head and screamed in fright, forgetting to even fasten my pants. My penis, still dripping with semen, was ridiculously displayed before the newcomer." "

Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter. Old Du asked,

"Who's here? The police? This time, I think you're really in trouble, aren't you? Normally, fake police wouldn't engage in extortion in public places like movie theaters!"

...

Chapter Thirty-Nine

: "It was Mom. Mom crept in silently, carrying her purse. She gently pushed open the small door to the couple's private room. Seeing me sitting inside and Xiaohong standing on the floor, Mom angrily lunged at me, raising her plump hand to slap my cheek. However, when her gaze fell on my swaying penis, she couldn't help but chuckle. Her dignified and beautiful face displayed a mixture of anger, amusement, and helplessness: Hehe." "Hey—you, hurry up and fasten your pants!" Then, Mom turned to Xiaohong, grabbing her arm fiercely: "Shameless thing!" But Xiaohong, like an incredibly clever cat, broke free from Mom's grasp and, in a flash, slipped out of the lovers' private room, fleeing in panic. Mom didn't chase after her. Seeing me hastily fasten my pants, Mom coldly grabbed my collar: "You good-for-nothing, come on, come home with me!"

"Ha, you've made a complete fool of yourself!" Old Du laughed.

"When I got home, Mom sat down and called me to sit opposite her. 'You thought you were being mysterious, didn't you?' I stammered, 'Mom!' Then, I lowered my head in shame. 'You've got some nerve, daring to talk about this in broad daylight. Aren't you afraid of getting caught by the police and making it known to everyone at school?' Mom! I didn't know what to say. Yes, things had gotten to this point, what could I say? Mom continued: 'One of my students lost his job due to a business downturn. With no income, the young couple started selling things at the market. One day, he saw me on the street, and we chatted briefly. Suddenly, he asked me: 'Teacher, does your son have a girlfriend?'" "The girl is quite pretty, with a slender waist." As soon as I heard that, I knew without asking that it must be Xiaohong. So, I quickly asked, "Where did you see her?" She told me, "Near the train station. A while ago, my wife and I were selling vegetables there when I saw your son holding his girlfriend's hand, lovingly buying sunflower seeds at a market stall. Then, hand in hand, they walked into a small photo studio. After that, I saw him a few more times in the market. Teacher, your son's girlfriend is really pretty!" Listening to the mother's story, I sighed inwardly: "Oh no, everything's ruined because of my student. It seems our city is too small; you can run into acquaintances everywhere you go!"

"And then?" Yang Kun asked with concern.

The next day, Mom went to Luxiang to find Xiaohong's father and negotiate a solution. Mom agreed to provide financial compensation on the condition that Xiaohong completely sever ties with me and never contact me again. Xiaohong's father agreed, but he didn't take any money from Mom. I had to tell the restaurant where Xiaohong worked. Xiaohong's father came over and dragged Xiaohong home like a prisoner, cursing and swearing. Some time later, I secretly went to that restaurant. The restaurant owner immediately told me that before Xiaohong left, she secretly slipped me a note behind her father's back, telling me to give this note to him when I came back sometime. "You." With that, he pulled out a slightly yellowed, greasy piece of paper. I snatched it, turned, and walked out of the restaurant. I eagerly sat down on the paving stones and unfolded the paper. Xiaohong wasn't highly educated; her handwriting was illegible, and there were several misspelled words and numerous typos in a single sentence: "Husband, I love you, I will always love you. Although we cannot be husband and wife and live together, my heart belongs to you, forever. In the future, no matter who I marry, it will be an empty shell for him. My heart is yours, you are the only one in my heart. I love you, until you are nothing but bones. Husband,..."

"Hehe, so loyal!"

"I, I, before I even finished reading the letter, my eyes blurred, and I couldn't see a single word anymore..." Another string of tears welled up in my eyes, and Yang Kun kindly wiped them away for me:

"Yes, it's quite touching. Anyone who's been through that would cry!"

"Little Yang," I grabbed Yang Kun's arm:

"Little Yang, I'm not one to shed tears easily. When I was a kid, even if I got beaten bloody in a fight with my friends, I would never shed a single tear. As an adult, I've only cried over two things. The first was Xiaohong..."

"And the second?"

"Maomao!"

"Maomao," Yang Kun asked, puzzled:

"Maomao? Who's Mao Mao?"

"My beloved dog, so adorable, but she fell ill and died. At that time, I was immersed in the immense pain of suddenly losing Xiaohong, and when Mao Mao suddenly died, I became even more grief-stricken. I hugged Mao Mao's corpse and cried my heart out!"

"Wow!" Yang Kun and Xiaolan both grinned simultaneously.

"Hehehe, you're crying over a dog!"

I didn't answer them. I turned my head to the window, gazing at the fields in the hazy twilight, at the rows of farmhouses flashing by. I couldn't help but think of my first meeting with Xiaohong.

After entering university, my thoughts still hadn't left Sister Yin. I was still infatuated with her. Whenever I had a chance, I would sneak to her house and have a wild time. At the same time, I fantasized that Sister Yin beneath me was my mother. Ignoring her objections, before each time we made love, I would meticulously shave her genitals clean. Then, I would close my eyes and, while wildly thrusting into her, imagine my mother's genitals. Ah, wasn't that slippery, overflowing genitals my mother's smooth, plump vagina? My breasts, trembling slightly, pressed against my chest, and my delicate skin were practically identical to my mother's. Lost in thought, I called out,

"Mom, Mom..."

"Go away," Sister Yin suddenly snapped,

"Go away, go away, go away!" She pushed me away with a displeased expression and sat up coldly.

"You bastard! What can I say about you? You even think about your own mother! You're a beast!"

"Sister Yin!" I said, deeply moved.

"Yes, my thoughts are wrong, but Sister Yin, you don't know, my mother is so beautiful! Her skin is even whiter than yours. To have those kinds of thoughts about her is no different from being a beast! But when I see her, I... I... I just have all sorts of fantasies!"

"No matter how beautiful your mother is, a son shouldn't have those kinds of thoughts. Besides, how do you know your mother's genitals are always shaved?"

"When I was little... when my mother was taking a bath, I secretly saw it!"

"Ha, good-for-nothing! Peeping at Mom while she showers, you really did it, you shameless brat!" Sister Yin warned me sternly.

"Listen carefully, Xiao Li, from now on, when you play with me, you're not allowed to think about Mom, and you're not allowed to call out to Mom. Otherwise, I'll never be friends with you again, I'll never talk to you again! I can't have sex with an animal!"

"Yes,"

"Come on!" With a thud, Sister Yin lay back, spreading her legs lewdly, and I pressed myself against her again.

I said I didn't want to think about Mom, and I couldn't call out to Mom, but in my heart, I was still filled with longing for her. And my longing for Mom, which started with her genitals, suddenly shifted to her mouth, that is, Mom's kiss. Ah—, Mom's kiss was so wonderful, so beautiful, and at the same time, so real. Alas, Mom's beautiful genitals were simply an insurmountable chasm, something I could only look at but never reach, while Mom's kiss was easily obtained. The cause of this change was a sweet kiss that Mom gave me that I would never forget! The story begins when, after the acceptance letter arrived, my mother ran home overjoyed, put it on the table, and hugged my cheek tightly.

"Son, son, my good son, you've finally made me proud." With that, Mom pressed her lips to mine with deep affection. This gesture filled me with joy, and what excited me even more was that her kiss was sincere, heartfelt, and genuine. This made me feel incredibly happy. Ever since I secretly opened Mom's drawer, spied on her while she showered, broke into her bedroom, wandered the train station, eloped to Dalian, skipped school, and hung out with Sister Yin… all these shameful pranks I committed had made Mom disgusted with me. From then on, I had never enjoyed a sincere, passionate kiss from her.

Under Mom's passionate kiss, my heart pounded wildly, my whole body trembled involuntarily, and the blood that had been flowing quietly suddenly boiled, surging and surging, its temperature rising dramatically, relentlessly burning me. I could clearly feel my entire body on fire, about to burst into flames. My palms were drenched in sweat, my cheeks instantly turned a dark red, and the heat was so intense it could fry an egg. My throat was parched and thirsty, like a desert that hadn't seen a drop of water in years. I had no choice but to open my mouth.

Suddenly, a stream of pure, sweet saliva rushed into my parched, almost cracked mouth, moistening my thick tongue, gums, and lips. I couldn't help but take a deep breath. Ah, my mother's saliva was so wonderful, warm and sweet-smelling. My mother was very careful about oral hygiene. She always carried a variety of lozenges, creams, and other oral medications in her small purse. Every now and then, she would pop one into her mouth, so her breath always had a pleasant fragrance.

With a gulp, I greedily swallowed my mother's honey-like saliva, feeling instantly refreshed and lightheaded. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrant scent of her perfume into my nostrils. The aroma, mixed with the sweetness of her saliva, spread rapidly throughout my body. It was like a magic elixir, producing an astonishing effect in a fraction of a second, stimulating me to tremble violently. My penis, as if possessed, stood erect, and an unimaginable urge to ejaculate arose within me. I could no longer control myself; my entire body pressed tightly against my mother's, her ample breasts pulsating slightly against my chest, causing me to shudder violently. My penis trembled proudly, and—whoosh—I ejaculated!

After this unforgettable, passionate kiss that made me ejaculate, I became obsessed with my mother's mouth. Since her vulva was so insurmountable and impenetrable, in utter desperation, I imagined her mouth as her vulva. My idea has a theoretical basis: my mother's genitals are smooth and plump, and similarly, her mouth is also smooth and plump. Therefore, my mother's genitals and mouth are the same; kissing my mother's mouth is equivalent to kissing her genitals. Every time I kiss my mother, I close my eyes and imagine: this isn't a mouth, it's my mother's genitals; I'm giving my mother oral sex. I deceive myself, trying to find the same exciting pleasure as licking my mother's genitals on her mouth, satisfying myself with a bizarre sense of enjoyment.

During my studies, every weekend was a day I eagerly awaited. On that day, I had no interest in studying. I threw my hated books onto the bed: "Screw them! Bye-bye, see you next Monday! I want to go home, I want to see my mother, I want to kiss her and release the pent-up semen from the past week." The thought filled me with excitement. I took the tram, then transferred to a bus, jumped off, rushed into the yard, and ran upstairs. I flung open the door:

"Mom!" Mom was in the kitchen chopping dumpling filling. I dashed into the kitchen and hugged her tightly:

"Mom, Mom, I missed you so much!"

"Go away, go away, stop it, son, go take a bath. Mom's making dumplings for you!"

"Mom," I pleaded,

"Can I kiss you, Mom? I missed you so much!"

"Here," Mom put down the knife and brought her fragrant cheek to my lips:

"You're so useless, you're almost a head taller than your mother now, and you still haven't grown up..."

Ah—I didn't have time to listen to my mother's nagging. Hearing her nod, I grabbed her cheeks and greedily stroked and nibbled at them. My mother, in her forties, was in the prime of her life, her body at its peak, completely mature. Her skin was smooth, tender, and exuded a refreshing fragrance. As I touched and nibbled, I suddenly remembered what my photographer uncle had said. Regarding women's skin, my uncle, who has spent his life studying photography, has his own profound insights: Nude art photos of women around forty years old have the strongest sensuality, are the most appealing, and are particularly eye-catching, inspiring fantasies; nude art photos of very young girls have a thin sensuality, and although their appearance is beautiful, they lack a sense of composure and maturity. Their light and graceful figures are like drinking a glass of plain water, bland and tasteless; while older women, with their fading, weathered, and sunken skin, and their wrinkled faces, resemble the ravines of the Loess Plateau, instantly evoking an unbearable sense of dryness.

"Okay, okay, son!" Mom pushed me impatiently, but I hadn't ejaculated yet.

"Mom, kiss me a little longer, kiss me a little longer!"

"Ugh, so annoying! Sigh,"

I pressed my body tightly against Mom, my penis rubbing stiffly against her crotch. Mom seemed to sense my erection, trying to avoid my rubbing against her crotch, and slowly pushed me away with her hands.

"Son, okay, okay..."

Whew—I suddenly exerted force and finally ejaculated, releasing Mom. Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her beautiful eyes were filled with an unusual softness. She wiped her mouth, lowered her head, and began to chop away fiercely.

"Go take a shower quickly," Mom finally said slowly after a long while.

"Son, you smell awful! How dare you kiss your mother like that? You're disgusting! If you don't wash yourself clean, you can forget about kissing your mother again!"

It was a sweltering summer night. My father was working on a major engineering project, spending most of the year in the deep mountains and forests. My older sister was already married and had her own career. So, every weekend, it was just my mother and me at home. After dinner, I took a shower first, then, wearing only a thin bathrobe, and emboldened by the slight intoxication, I grabbed my mother:

"Mom, let me kiss you!"

"Sigh," my mother seemed reluctant and helpless, also wearing a bathrobe:

"Son, it's too hot. I just took a shower, and this will make me sweat again!"

I wasn't about to give in, so I grabbed my mother's head and started biting her. My penis, through the thin bathrobe, gently rubbed against my mother's crotch, feeling a hazy, fleshy sensation. My mother noticed my penis grinding against her crotch, and she tried to avoid it, but I pressed myself against her. Due to the sudden movement, my penis unexpectedly hit my mother's genitals, and—whoosh—I ejaculated.

"Son," my mother immediately pushed me away, panting with embarrassment, her eyes staring blankly at my crotch. I looked down: Oh dear! I saw the white semen slowly flowing down her bare thighs.

"Son, don't be silly!"

After saying that, Mom tidied her fragrant hair, turned around and went into her bedroom. I stood on the floor, extremely embarrassed, not knowing what to do for a long time!

After that incident, my mother refused to kiss me again, and I lacked the courage and face to beg for one. After meals, she would always find an excuse to avoid me, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too distant, neither too intimate nor too cold, which made me feel extremely embarrassed. However, I then thought: "Oh, this is an extremely rare opportunity for a major turning point!" I decided to seize this opportunity and confess all my infatuation with my mother. I wanted to directly express my love for her. Then, it would be either life or death; my relationship with my mother would finally be resolved. Yes, that was absolutely right! I believed this was the most correct decision, and my confidence and determination were no less than Hitler's decision to implement Operation Barbarossa. I gritted my teeth, finally made up my mind, mustered my courage, and walked with firm steps, as if the German army were thundering into the Russian steppes, into my mother's bedroom.

...12-09 Chapter Forty
"Mom," Mom was wiping the saliva I had smeared on her face in front of the dressing table mirror. I mustered my courage and walked to her side:
"Mom, there's something, I, I, I want to explain to you..."
"Xiao Li, forget it, don't mention it, let it go. From now on, you're not allowed to mess around with Mom anymore, otherwise..." Mom said coldly with a stern face. I was too timid to say the words that were on the tip of my tongue. Mom ignored me and started applying face powder. She saw me standing there blankly in the mirror and asked:
"What else is it?"
"Mom!" I said, taking the plunge:
"I—love—you—!" To this day, I still don't understand what courage I had to risk my life to utter those three words.
"What?!" Mom's eyes widened in shock. When she heard the words "I—love—you—!" escape her son's lips, it was as if three massive bombs had suddenly exploded. The intense fear, the unprecedented shock, was like the US military dropping the boy in the wrong place—not over the Japanese archipelago, but right on Mom's head. Boom—the nuclear bomb finally detonated, the scorching shockwave nearly knocking Mom to the ground. She gripped the corner of the dressing table with both hands, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling, her eyes flashing with a blank, fierce light, her lips trembling terribly:
"Ah—, Xiaoli, you—???…"
"Mom," I rushed to Mom and hugged her tightly:
"Mom, I love you, really, Mom, I love you, Mom, I've loved you since I was little, from the day I can remember, I've loved you, Mom, really, all these years, I've always loved you silently!"
"You," Mom pushed me away abruptly, her body swaying from shock, as if she were about to collapse to the ground:
"You bastard, you... shut up, don't be ridiculous!"
"Really," I was about to lunge at Mom again when a terrible look of despair flashed across her flushed, dark purple cheeks. Her hands trembled blankly on the dressing table. Seeing me rush towards her again, she was at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, she saw something and grabbed a small, gleaming pair of scissors from the table:
"Xiao Li, if you dare come any closer, Mom will... kill herself..." Without thinking, Mom pointed the blade of the scissors at her own throat. I froze, too stunned to move. Mom glared at me for a long time, then suddenly, she threw the scissors to the floor with a snap, tears of anguish welling up in her eyes:
"Get out, get out, get out!"
I'll never remember how ashamed and utterly humiliated I was as I scurried out of my mother's bedroom. I looked more pathetic than a German soldier fleeing through a snowstorm after their defeat at the gates of Moscow. As soon as I stepped out of the door, I heard my mother sobbing:
"Waaah, waaah, waaah, waaah, waaah… I, I, I… how could I have given birth to such a bastard!"
The Barbarossa Plan had ended in utter failure. What to do next? Damn, what else could I do but run away! I hastily put on my clothes and slunk out of the house.
I had no face to go back to my mother. My mood was at its lowest point. I had hurt her. In her eyes, I was a bastard, an incorrigible, seriously perverted little pervert who dared to have inappropriate thoughts about her. For weeks, I spent in regret and despair: it was over, I would forever lose the greatest love in the world—a mother's love!
"Xiao Li," on a drizzly, depressing overcast day, I was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly, my mother's familiar, round, and gentle voice came from beside the bed. I turned my head and saw—ah—it was my mother. Her face was calm, and she stood kindly beside the bed, holding a bundle of newly dried clothes. I immediately looked away from her face and timidly called out,
"Mom!"
"Xiao Li, why haven't you come home for so long!"
Hmph, Mom, my dear Mom, how could I dare to come home? How could I even have the face to come home?
"Xiao Li, get up quickly!" Mom put the clothes by the bed and gently tugged at me.
"Oh my goodness, what a mess! It's like a pigsty!" She climbed onto the bed and meticulously tidied up the clothes.
"Wow, these clothes are filthy, they even smell! And look at all those stinky socks filling the drawer! Xiao Li, you're no different from a beggar! Come on!" Mom stuffed the dirty clothes and stinky socks into a travel bag, then said to me,
"Come on, let's go home and get rid of this pig!"
"Mom," I hesitated, but Mom smiled kindly at me, as if the apocalyptic, earth-shattering event had never happened.
"Xiao Li, hurry up, come home with Mom. Guess who's here?"
"Who?"
"You'll find out when we get home!"
"Oh," I said, following my mother into the house. I glanced inside and saw Grandma sitting cross-legged on the bed, smoking her long pipe.
"Grandma," I called out.
"Ah, it's my grandson! Come here, let Grandma take a good look. Wow, he's so tall and strong, like a little bull..."
I stood awkwardly by Grandma's bed, listening to her rambling. I finally understood my mother's intention. She had brought Grandma over to ease the awkward situation at home. Yes, it would be really awkward if it were just Mom and me at home. Mom threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine and then started preparing the meal. But faced with a table laden with delicious food, my grandmother's doting caresses, and my mother's frequent smiles, I had no appetite. I managed to swallow half a bowl of rice, then silently lay down on the bed. My mother quietly came over:
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" She sat down beside me, reaching out to gently ruffle my messy hair:
"Xiao Li, the newspaper says the department store is having a fashion sale, with discounts during the sale. Come on, put on some clothes, and Mom will buy you some new outfits!"
"Mom, I already have clothes, I don't want any!"
"Get up!" My mother affectionately grabbed my arm:
"Listen to me, get up!" I still refused to get up. My mother sat down beside me, tenderly stroking my back:
"Oh dear, Xiao Li, your hair is so dirty. Come on, let Mom wash it for you."
I couldn't refuse. From my mother's kind eyes, I guessed that she was implying: "Son, Mom has forgiven you. Mom hopes you won't always keep that matter in your heart." Under my mother's gaze and with her pulling me along, I lowered my head and went into the bathroom. When my mother's smooth hands gently massaged my black hair and cheeks, I dared not have any more fantasies. I obediently bent over, and my mother grabbed a towel:
"Okay, come over here!" After wiping the water off, my mother pressed me into a chair:
"Come on, let me give you a head massage!"
"Mom, you can give head massages!"
"Mom just learned it from a comrade. Come on, let me give you a massage, see if it feels good!"
After saying that, my mother stood solemnly behind me, hugged my head and began to massage it in a very professional manner. Her pair of large breasts teasingly bumped against the back of my head, and her eyes smiled at me in the mirror. I didn't have the courage or the face to look my mother in the mirror. I lowered my head and idly fiddled with my fingers. My mother asked me softly:
"How is it? Does it feel good?"
"It feels good, Mom!" I answered blankly.
My mother's plump fingers grasped my earlobe and rubbed it incessantly, instantly bringing me a subtle pleasure. I became excited again, but a heavy sense of guilt prevented me from savoring it. I had no mind to enjoy the blissful experience of my mother's gentle massage. Suddenly, my mother slipped her fingers into my ear, and I couldn't help but shudder. My body involuntarily leaned back, brushing against my mother's soft breasts.
"Ah," I don't know how long she had been doing this, but my mother finally stopped:
"Sigh, I'm so tired. I can't take it anymore. My fingers are sore. I'm not going to massage anymore, Xiao Li. Let's go shopping!"
"Okay!" I answered very readily. Through this massage, all the tension between my mother and me dissipated, and the distance between us seemed to have narrowed somewhat.
"Ah—," Mom exclaimed excitedly as she entered the bustling department store.
"So many trendy clothes! I can't take it all in!" She stopped in front of a mink coat, her hand lingering on the fluffy sleeve, her eyes filled with longing.
"Wow, so beautiful! It looks so tempting!"
I grabbed the tag and gasped.
"My goodness, over ten thousand!"
"Yes," Mom said disappointedly, releasing the sleeve.
"It's really nice, but... I don't have the money. I can't afford it!"
"Mom," I comforted her,
"when I earn money in the future, I'll definitely buy you a mink coat and fulfill your long-cherished wish!"
"Okay," Mom said confidently.
"Okay, good, son, you need to study hard and stop fooling around and thinking about useless things. With your brains, you'll be successful in the future. When you have money, buy Mom a mink coat. I believe Mom will definitely wear the mink coat you buy!"
Hearing Mom's encouraging words mixed with praise, I finally dared to raise my head in front of her. I timidly glanced at her, and she smiled as she straightened my collar. My eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and I looked extremely wronged and pitiful. Mom wiped my eyes:
"Don't cry, it's alright, it's good that you know you were wrong. Mom doesn't blame you. You'll be fine as you are. Come on, let Mom pick out some clothes for you!" After saying that, Mom took my hand. Mom
bought me a new outfit and a pair of leather shoes, but she didn't buy anything for herself. It wasn't that Mom didn't want to buy anything, but her money was really limited. Mom and I walked out of the mall side by side and arrived at the entrance of the underground passage.
"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof..."
A cacophony of barking came from behind me. Being an animal lover, I immediately turned around. A disheveled, unkempt man with a dark face was squatting on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette and trying to sell pet dogs to passersby. I stopped abruptly, gazing lovingly at the pitiful little creatures waiting to be bought.
"So cute!"
"So pretty!"
"So adorable!"
Passersby stopped, crouched down, and eagerly admired and petted the dogs. My mother tugged at me:
"Hurry up, it's getting late! What's so interesting about these lousy things!" Completely unlike me, my mother disliked all animals. But my feet seemed glued to the ground; I couldn't move, my eyes still burning with desire as I stared at the pitiful little dogs.
"Go away, go away," two girls with short hair shoved a puppy aside:
"Get out of the way, it's so ugly, and it has all sorts of scraggly fur..."
A poor little thing with an odd appearance and a very noticeable tuft of black hair on its head was ruthlessly pushed aside, lying pitifully on the hard stone slab. People cast disdainful glances:
"Yeah, this puppy is so ugly, how dare they put it up for sale? Who would want it looking like that!"
The poor little thing with the scraggly fur seemed to understand the people's insults, closing its eyes in shame, even shedding a few sad tears. I grabbed it and held it in my palm:
"Hey dog seller, how much do you want for this puppy?"
"Brother," the dog seller said casually,
"You decide, it's a worthless piece of junk, keeping it is just a waste of food. How about this, just give me some money for food."
"This," I pulled out a ten-yuan note:
"Is that okay?"
"No problem!" The dog seller readily accepted the money:
"Okay, take it!" "
Xiao Li," Mom said angrily,
"What kind of junk is this? Nobody wants it, and you want it too? Besides, how are we supposed to raise this thing? It poops everywhere, it stinks!"
"Mom, I want it, I want it, I want it..."
"Sigh," Mom sighed helplessly.
"Poor little thing," I stroked the poor little thing and asked,
"What's your name? Hmm, oh, you don't have a name yet. Okay, I'll give you a name. From now on, you'll be called Mao Mao!"
"Plop," the poor little thing, now named Mao Mao, obediently stuck out its tongue and unexpectedly licked the tip of my nose while lying on my palm.
Mao Mao quickly became my friend. Every time I came home, as soon as I entered the door, Mao Mao would immediately pounce on me without hesitation. I would squat down, grab Mao Mao's front paws, and Mao Mao would jump and bounce around in my arms, its wide, thin, and long red tongue passionately kissing my cheek, making a series of gurgling sounds. My mother couldn't help but frown:
"My goodness, kissing a dog, isn't that disgusting!"
Another weekend, I happily walked into the building, when suddenly, a melodious song came from inside the house. Hmm? What's going on? Who's fiddling with my Sanyo brand four-speaker radio cassette player? My mother never listens to my tape recorder. To this day, she stubbornly believes that Teresa Teng's songs are "dirty songs," full of love and life-and-death sentiments, that they've corrupted me, made me bad-natured, and that I'm capable of anything, even my mother... My grandmother, my grandmother who is over seventy years old, could never like Teresa Teng. I pushed open the door, full of doubt. There, a thin, short girl with simple clothes and two ridiculous pigtails followed Mao Mao out of the room to cheerful music. She glanced at me and smiled very naturally.
...
Chapter 41
"Brother!" What a cheerful and straightforward little girl! I didn't know her at all, yet she addressed me so casually as "brother." I asked, puzzled,
"Who are you?"
"A nanny," the little girl blurted out, then suddenly changed her mind:
"No, no, not a nanny, you should call me a domestic helper!"
"Oh, what's your name?"
"Xiaohong!"
My mother didn't have enough time to take care of my grandmother, and besides, my grandmother's lifestyle was completely different from ours. My grandmother was an alcoholic, known for her capacity for three ounces of liquor. She drank with every meal, three ounces of liquor with each of her three meals a day. Without liquor, she would rather starve than eat. My grandmother didn't get up until after nine o'clock every day, ate and drank, then took a short nap. After waking up, she smoked and listened to the radio. At four o'clock in the afternoon, my grandmother had dinner, then took another short nap, then woke up, smoked, and listened to ancient storytelling. Around 10 PM, Grandma poured herself another glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor), ate a few peanuts, and listened to the radio while drinking. This was Grandma's late-night snack. After finishing, she tossed the glass aside, turned off the radio, and slept until 9 AM the next day. With no other option, Mom had to hire a nanny to take care of Grandma's daily needs, and that's when Xiaohong appeared.
"Hehe," I walked over to the tape recorder, and Xiaohong said to me with an envious look,
"Brother, your tape recorder is really good! The sound is so nice!"
"Really, Xiaohong? Can you sing?"
"No," Xiaohong shook her head sincerely. I continued,
"Then, can you dance?"
"Even less!"
"Hehe, watch me, I'll sing you a song!"
This little lecher loves to show off and boast in front of girls. And so, having met a new little girl, my desire to show off resurfaced. I tossed my bag onto the bed, then, with a burst of energy, began jumping and leaping in the middle of the room to a wild, unrestrained rhythm, showing off the acrobatic tricks I'd learned on the streets during middle school to the girl I'd just met.
"Hehe, hehe," Xiaohong clapped her hands with delight at my antics:
"Great, brother, you jump so well, it's so much fun!"
"Come on," I said, pulling Xiaohong close as we danced:
"Is it good?"
"Yes, it's great, it's so much fun!"
"Then, I'll teach you!"
"Ouch," Xiaohong shuffled awkwardly in my arms:
"Brother, no, I can't do it, I'm too clumsy! Hehe,"
and so, after a few encounters, Xiaohong and I became like two electromagnets destined for each other, snapping together and instantly attracting each other. Xiaohong is very generous. Whenever I teach her to dance, she doesn't care about any of my excessive actions. After Grandma finished drinking three ounces of baijiu and started snoring softly under the old quilt, I sat down with Xiaohong in my arms and asked,
"Where do you live?"
"Deer Township!" Xiaohong nestled in my arms and grabbed my hand.
"Deer Village, what a lovely name! Are there deer there?"
"Yes, lots and lots of deer!" At the mention of deer, Xiaohong's delicate face immediately radiated pride. She recounted the names of the sika deer of Deer Village as if they were her own treasures. Finally, she said,
"Brother, when I go home, I'll definitely bring you back a freshly cut deer antler. Brother, water antler is so nutritious! It's the best for making wine!"
"Thank you!" I pulled Xiaohong onto my lap and put my hand inside her breasts. Xiaohong didn't object at all, letting me caress her flat chest. As I touched her, I asked,
"Xiaohong, your father has so many deer, why are you working as a domestic helper?" Xiaohong really disliked being called a nanny. Hearing my question, Xiaohong said:
“Brother, I didn’t come to the city to do this for such a low wage. Dad doesn’t approve of me doing this, and he’s even gotten angry with me about it. But I love the city, I love city life. I always dream that there’s a dream of mine in the city, so I’m going to the city to find my dream!” I pressed my lips to Xiaohong’s face, feeling a surge of heat:
“Xiaohong, am I your dream?”
“Maybe!” Xiaohong opened her full lips, exhaling a string of hot, fragrant breath:
“Brother, I often think that maybe you are the one I’m looking for in my dreams!”
“Oh,” we hugged each other tightly, our lips pressed together for a long time, our tongues exchanging a deep, passionate kiss. After a while, Xiaohong shifted her face, and I saw a lovely blush on her cheeks:
“Ah—,” Xiaohong sighed happily:
“Love is so wonderful! This is true happiness!”
“Hey, Xiaohong,” Grandma called from the inner room:
"Xiaohong, quick, get me a bowl of hot water, oh, I'm so thirsty!"
Xiaohong jumped off my lap in a panic, her face still flushed. She straightened her clothes, which I had messed up, and then hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
"That little brat!" That evening, as Mom sent Xiaohong downstairs to buy groceries, I overheard Grandma whispering to Mom in the inner room:
"Too frivolous, always saying vulgar things, too girly!"
"Really, Mom?" Mom said,
"There's nothing we can do. That's how kids in the countryside are, influenced by that kind of bad environment from a young age. One year, when we went to the countryside to support agriculture, the commune hired a small opera troupe to perform for us as a welcome gesture. It was called Errenzhuan, and when I saw it, I thought, 'What is this?' They were just saying vulgar things and making vulgar gestures. Mom, tell me, how can a child be good with an environment like that!"
"That little brat," Grandma continued,
"She's not only girly, but also frivolous. She has no manners with my grandson at all. She's not like a proper young lady at all. Daughter, you have to be careful, don't let them get together, that would be troublesome!"
"Hmm, this won't do, Mom. Your grandson is no pushover. If he meets such a frivolous girl, things will get out of hand sooner or later. Mom, you have to keep an eye on them every time Xiaoli comes home. Make sure he drinks less, doesn't sleep all the time, and absolutely don't let them get together. When I have time, I'll go to the labor market and find another one to get rid of her!"
"Ah!" Grandma saw through the scheme and reported it to Mom. It seemed Mom was determined to get rid of Xiaohong. This wouldn't do. I had to act quickly. I wanted to possess Xiaohong and taste the flavor of a virgin. However, Grandma was under orders. Every time she came home, she indeed stopped drinking and stopped sleeping. She, who never wanted to move around, suddenly became like an extremely dutiful patrol officer. Leaning on her cane, she would patrol each room every now and then, her dim old eyes vigilantly watching Xiaohong's actions and movements. I no longer had any chance to be intimate with Xiaohong, and I was in extreme pain.
How pitiful! Under Grandma's watchful eye, Xiaohong and I could only exchange glances and flirtatious looks silently. We played hide-and-seek with Grandma while seizing every opportunity to hug, caress, and kiss her.
And sure enough, Mom started looking for a new caregiver for Grandma. But fate had other plans. Mom ran all over the labor market, but still couldn't find a suitable candidate. So, Grandma had no choice but to continue her patrol duties—a glorious, noble, and arduous task.
As fate would have it, an opportunity unexpectedly presented itself. My father's workplace reassigned housing, and we got another apartment on the second floor. As a result, Xiaohong, besides taking care of her grandmother, unexpectedly gained the heavy task of cleaning the new apartment.
When I pushed open the door to the new apartment, Xiaohong was standing on the windowsill wiping the glass. I quietly locked the door, tiptoed behind her, and, in the height of summer, Xiaohong was wearing a short skirt. I knelt down by the windowsill, my lustful eyes fixed on the view under her skirt. When Xiaohong noticed, she gave me a smirk:
"What are you looking at? What's so interesting!"
I stood up and slipped my hand under Xiaohong's skirt. That place was no longer a mystery to me; I had already groped Xiaohong's genitals countless times. I gently pulled down Xiaohong's panties, my eyes greedily fixed on her genitals. Xiaohong didn't object or say anything, her hands aimlessly fiddling with the wet rag.
I stood on tiptoe and pressed my nostrils to Xiaohong's genitals, taking a deep sniff. Like her flat chest, Xiaohong's genitals were also flat and thin. Her two white legs were very slender and thin, and because there was so little fat on her thighs, a large gap formed between her legs, revealing her adorable inverted triangle. I stared intently at the tip of the inverted triangle, and almost burst out laughing. On the tiny clitoral head, between the flat, thin skin, an unbelievable tuft of black hair was raised. The rest of the area was barren; no matter how hard I stared, I couldn't find a single pubic hair. Beneath that tuft of black hair that made me both laugh and cry, there was a charming, tightly closed little slit. I reached out and gently stroked it, then put my palm under my nostrils and carefully sniffed. Xiaohong blushed and scoffed,
"What are you smelling? Doesn't it stink?"
"No, it smells good, really good!"
"Xiaohong, come here!" I saw a square table in the center of the room, used for sweeping the shed. I picked Xiaohong up from the windowsill, placed her on the table, then spread her legs and pulled down her panties. Xiaohong didn't resist at all; her eyes stared blankly at me, still clutching the dirty rag in her hand.
My gaze was entirely focused on Xiaohong's genitals, an untouched virgin territory. Between Xiaohong's smooth, tender crotch, there was a slender, tightly closed slit of flesh, two smooth, white labia peeking out timidly. That half-hidden appearance, that shy, hesitant expression, was full of longing for the future. Those glistening eyes seemed to be searching for something: Ah—where is my dear? Why haven't you come yet?
I, I'm here, I'm coming!
I silently called out to myself, and my mouth, half-asleep, pressed against hers. My tongue gently sucked on the virgin's labia. Xiaohong shuddered, her saliva-covered labia trembling slightly, revealing a narrow slit. I slipped my tongue inside, stirring within the crevice. Soon, a gush of sweet, pure love juice splashed out, slowly flowing from the bottom of the slit. I immediately caught it with my lips, sucking every drop into my mouth. Under my sucking, Xiaohong's labia quickly parted to the sides, revealing a lovely, pale pink opening. I touched it with my fingertip, and Xiaohong trembled violently:
"Brother, it hurts!"
Ah—, I stared blankly at the tender flesh surrounding the opening. This, wasn't this what was commonly called—the hymen? I was so happy! I finally got to see a girl's hymen for real. It was so tender, I wanted to hold it tightly, and it bloomed into a beautiful flower, revealing a charming smile, shimmering with a captivating light, and exuding a fragrance that intoxicated me. The corners of its mouth were deeply pursed, as if saying: "Brother, come on, come on! This flower is so beautiful, why don't you come and pick it? Brother, come on, what are you waiting for?"
"Xiaohong, I'm here!"
I jumped onto the table with a whoosh, pulled out my penis, and waved it in front of Xiaohong. Xiaohong froze:
"Brother, you... want it?... "
"Xiaohong!" I knelt between Xiaohong's legs, pressing my hot penis against her smooth, wet vulva. The head of my penis touched her beautiful flower, and Xiaohong shivered:
"Brother, it hurts!"
"Don't be afraid!"
Without hesitation, I thrust my penis forward, immediately feeling an unprecedented tightness, something I had never experienced when making love with Sister Yin. Her little flower petals opened their pitiful mouths, biting my penis tightly: So thick, so hot, so wonderful. Brother, come in, your little sister sincerely welcomes you, brother, come on, give it to me, I want it!
"Come on, I'm coming in!"
With a soft plop, my penis swaggered into the flower's little mouth, the petals scattering rapidly in all directions. Xiaohong screamed, "Ah!" Her thin body stiffened horribly, her cheeks instantly turning red to her neck, her lips trembling violently, and a small, pitiful hand pressed against her vulva, which was being filled with my penis.
"Ah—ya—, ouch—oh—, it hurts so much, it's so swollen!" Xiaohong groaned.
My penis continued to thrust forward, and Xiaohong, unable to bear the tearing sensation, instinctively closed her slender white legs. I wouldn't let her, grabbing Xiaohong's nimble feet with both hands and spreading them as wide as possible, then pressing down hard on her inner thighs, Xiaohong's entire vulva was now clearly displayed before my eyes. Finally, my penis reached the very back of the fleshy hole, the head of my penis touching a slightly protruding little fleshy ball, no doubt, that was Xiaohong's cervix.
Whoosh—, the penis, pressed against the cervix, suddenly pulled back sharply, quickly withdrawing. The little flower let out a disappointed squeak; its shimmering petals, shattered by the intrusion, collapsed in all directions, its mouth gaping open in a pitiful display. In an instant, a terrible thing happened: from the cracks in the petals, streams of blood gushed out, dripping onto the table. Looking at my penis, it was also covered in blood. This was pure, sacred virgin blood, which I had obtained. I was incredibly excited, and my penis thrust once more towards the shattered little flower.
"Ugh—, ugh—," Xiaohong whimpered timidly upon seeing the blood. I leaned down, pressing my lips against her flushed face. Xiaohong's small body remained stiff, her lips tightly pressed together, her innocent eyes glistening with adorable tears:
"Brother, I gave you my virginity, you," Xiaohong exclaimed with deep emotion:
"Brother, you've cultivated this virgin land!"
"..."
"Hehe," recalling the scene of my first time making love with Xiaohong, I unconsciously pulled out my long deer antler, staring blankly at it, my heart surging with emotion. Yang Kun, seeing this, chuckled:
"Hehe, what are you looking at?" I finally snapped out of my endless reverie. Seeing the deer antler, remembering the unforgettable scene of screaming wildly when I inserted it into Xiaohong's vagina, I grabbed Yang Kun and lifted her skirt:
"Come on, Xiao Yang, try it, taste how it feels!"
"No, no," Yang Kun struggled desperately, resisting:
"No, no, I'm scared..." "
Damn it," Old Du shouted,
"Stop messing around! Deer Township is just ahead, bro. Tell me quickly, where does Xiaohong live?"
"Hmm," I stuck my head out of the car window. Before I knew it, it was completely dark. The houses on both sides of the road stretched out in rows of varying heights, their geometric outlines creating a breathtaking scene. A gentle breeze carried the fragrant scent of earth, grass, and crops, along with a distinctly familiar smell of animal feed. Ah—I immediately perked up! What a familiar smell! This was the unique scent of Deer Township. Only when you reach Deer Township will you smell this. Countless adorable sika deer drifted quietly from every farmhouse, forever floating in the peaceful night sky of Deer Township.
"What are you looking at? Tell me! We're almost in Deer Township!"
"I," I said. After several years away, the old town had undergone astonishing changes, or rather, it was completely unrecognizable! The entire town had been completely reorganized. The low, dilapidated mud houses and thatched huts had magically disappeared. The straight and wide streets were lined with a dazzling array of new buildings of various styles. Rows of towering streetlights illuminated the lovely town brilliantly. The shops, one next to another, were brightly lit, and people who had just finished dinner strolled leisurely along the clean streets. A few years ago, at this time, the farmers, accustomed to working at sunrise and resting at sunset, would have already turned off their dim lights and gone to sleep soundly with their wives.
"This, this," I said blankly,
"I, I, I don't recognize this place. It's all changed in the years I haven't been here. It's like rebuilding the whole town! The crooked, muddy alley leading to Xiaohong's house is gone!"
"Oh, right, yes," Old Du nodded,
"Yes, these past few years, the deer farming industry has made the town a hot commodity. With money comes ambition, and the town has undergone a complete transformation. Almost all the old houses have been torn down. What to do?" Old Du parked the car on the side of the road:
"What to do, brother?"
"Find them!" Yang Kun answered for me.
"What do Xiaohong's husbands do?"
"They run a feed store and also sell veterinary medicine for deer diseases!" I replied.
"What's your surname? What's your name?"
"XXX,"
Old Du restarted the car, crawling slowly along, shouting at everyone he encountered:
"Fellow villager, do you know XXX?"
"No!" Seeing a feed store, he called out casually:
"Hey, what's the owner's surname?"
"My surname is Wang!"
"Damn, no!"
The car circled the town three times before we finally found our target. Through an insider, we learned that Xiaohong had sold her old house and bought a two-story commercial and residential building in the town's market. Furthermore, her husband had stopped running the feed business and opened a well-known restaurant in town. Old Du sighed:
"Damn, so that's how it is. That really gave me a hard time!" Old Du waved to the insider:
"Thanks, buddy!" Then, following the insider's directions, Old Du turned the car around and slowly moved towards the restaurant that was open for business:
"We're here, this is it!"
The car screeched to a halt in front of the restaurant, and Old Du said to me:
"Go in!"
"Big brother, be careful!" Yang Kun warned me.
"Damn," Lao Du said dismissively,
"Damn, he even dares to hit people!"
Through the car window, I stared intently at the restaurant door, hoping Xiao Hong would suddenly appear in front of me. My heart was pounding wildly, I didn't know if it was from nervousness or excitement. Old Du waved his car keys at me:
"Let's go, get out!"
"Brother, want to eat?" As soon as Old Du and I stepped out of the restaurant, a friendly waiter came up to us. I stared blankly at the clean restaurant. It was probably well past lunchtime; there wasn't a single customer in the restaurant, making it seem empty. From the back room, I could hear the clattering of mahjong tiles. Old Du asked the waiter,
"Where's your boss? Tell her to come out; we need to talk to her!"
"Yes," the waiter replied, then called out in a high-pitched voice towards the sound of the mahjong tiles:
"Sister Hong, someone's looking for you!"
"Yes—," a loud female voice came from next door. I immediately became excited. What a familiar voice! It was still so clear, loud, and melodious. It was a voice only Xiao Hong could make. My blood boiled. Before I could react, a tall, slender young woman with a full, firm bust, a slim waist, and wide hips walked gracefully out, smiling as she approached us. When she cast her kind gaze upon us, she abruptly stopped, her face flushing crimson, her lips trembling violently. I couldn't help but whisper,
"Xiao-Hong—,"
"Brother—," Xiao-Hong replied blankly, then suddenly changed her words:
"Xiao-Li—,"
...
Chapter 42
Xiao-Hong and I stared at each other for a long time, neither of us willing to utter another word. After a long while, a string of tears welled up in Xiao-Hong's eyes. She hastily wiped them away, sobbing slightly as she lowered her head.
"You?" A gaunt man with glasses and a repulsive beard strode out from next door, hands in his pockets, glaring at me coldly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well," before I could answer, Old Du replied cheerfully,
"We were just passing by on business. My brother told us he has a friend here, so we thought we'd drop by and chat. Xiaohong, could you come out for a bit and grab a quick bite?"
"A friend?" Xiaohong's husband retorted coldly. Old Du, still smiling, said,
"We've met once, after all. Xiaohong, how about it? Could you come out for a little while?"
"The baby's too young, he's breastfeeding," Xiaohong's husband immediately objected, then turned to Xiaohong and said,
"The baby's crying, go feed him!"
Xiaohong turned away awkwardly, wiping her eyes as she walked out of next door. Old Du, annoyed, also frowned. Seeing he was about to throw another tantrum, I quickly said,
"If it's inconvenient, we'll be going!"
“Tell Xiaohong,” Old Du’s eyes flashed with a terrifying glint,
“we’ll wait for her in the car. After she finishes feeding the baby, come to the car for a moment; we have a few words to say!”
“Go ahead!” Xiaohong’s husband waved his hand defiantly.
“Go ahead!”
“Let’s go!” Old Du said to me,
“Let’s go, let’s wait in the car for a bit…”
I turned around awkwardly and followed Old Du, silently leaving Xiaohong’s restaurant. I got into the car, my eyes glued to the restaurant door, hoping Xiaohong would miraculously emerge. And indeed, a few men and women did come out of the restaurant one after another, but there was no sign of Xiaohong. They were all the people who had been playing mahjong at Xiaohong’s house. Each one of them stared at our car with strange, indifferent eyes.
"Crash—," the restaurant door slammed shut suddenly. Old Du cursed angrily,
"Damn it, closed to customers, damn it!" Before he could finish, Old Du pushed open the car door to get out, but I grabbed him.
"Brother, let it go. Didn't I already say that just seeing Xiaohong once would be enough for me? I've achieved my goal. Don't make things difficult for Xiaohong anymore. Let's go back!"
"Damn it," Old Du finally didn't jump out of the car. He put his hands on the steering wheel, and a screeching sound immediately rang out, making me even more agitated. As he pressed the wheel, Old Du stared fiercely at the now-closed restaurant door. A few minutes later, suddenly, everything went dark. All the lights in the restaurant and the entire building went out. Seeing this, Old Du started the car with a click, pointed the front of the car at the dark restaurant, and turned on the headlights, sweeping the bright beams across the restaurant's glass.
"Brother, let it go, let's go back!" I murmured.
"Damn, this kid's got some nerve! I'll teach you to act tough, huh—,"
"Old Du, give it a rest!" Old Feng, who had been silent all along, advised:
"That's going too far, don't push your luck,"
"What, who bullied him, damn it,"
"Heh heh, think about it yourself, Old Du, if another man came to your house and specifically asked you to let your wife go out with him, how would you feel? Hmm? Tell me?"
"Yeah," Xiaolan said:
"This is our fault, if I had a family, and another man came to me without thinking, and he was my ex-lover, I, I wouldn't dare go out with him either!"
"Tonight," Yang Kun said softly:
"Xiaohong and her husband are definitely going to have a fight!"
"Let's go, brother, let's go!"
"Yeah, Old Du," Old Feng continued to persuade:
"This is their territory. Didn't you see the way those people playing mahjong at Xiaohong's house looked at us when they came out? Xiaohong's husband is actually quite amiable. If it were me, damn it, what are they doing here? Looking for my wife? Going out? What are they eating? Damn it—I'd make one phone call and call a bunch of buddies to smash your car to pieces. You'd better take it!"
"Heh, I'd give him two lives! I'd park my car in front of his house and smash it!"
"Yeah, Brother Du, have you been around Deer Township before?"
"No," Old Du shook his head:
"Although I raise deer here, I don't come to town often, so I'm not familiar with this place!"
"Let's go!" Old Feng pushed Old Du:
"Let's go, let's go see your deer farm!"
"Hmph," Old Du snorted fiercely:
"I'll deal with you later. If I can't handle you, I'll fucking..."
The car turned around, sped out of the bustling town, and headed towards the dark plains. After about fifteen minutes, Old Du slowed down, and the car pulled into a spacious courtyard. In the dim light, several men who looked like farmers surrounded the car with beaming smiles:
"The boss is here!"
"Hello, boss!"
"..."
"How is it!" Old Du asked arrogantly:
"The deer are all fine, right? Nothing happened?"
"Fine, fine, boss, nothing happened, don't worry!"
"Let's go!" Old Du waved to the people in the car:
"Get out of the car quickly, let's go see the deer!"
We all got out of the car and followed Lao Du into the depths of the courtyard, into the maze-like enclosure. The enclosures were separated by poplar planks, and the numerous sika deer were strictly separated according to sex, age, and rank. Lao Du pointed and gestured at the deer lying on the ground, introducing and explaining incessantly, while the adorable sika deer stared at us blankly, their indifferent eyes seeming to say: You shameless scoundrels, why don't you rest and sleep in peace instead of disturbing our sweet dreams? Old Feng exclaimed in surprise,
"Wow, so many!"
"Shh!" Old Du glared at Old Feng
, "Don't shout. Sika deer have a major weakness: they're easily disturbed. It's already dark, and they're sleeping. If they're suddenly startled, they'll panic and run around wildly, bumping into things. They might break their antlers, and then we'll lose money! Do you know how long it takes for an antler to grow to maturity?"
"One, two, three... twenty-one, twenty-two..." Yang Kun and Xiao Lan counted very carefully, but as they counted, they couldn't help but sigh,
"Too many! We can't count them all!"
"Brother," Xiao Lan asked with a look of envy,
"How many sika deer do you raise in total?"
"I'm not really sure how many. Today, maybe one will be born, tomorrow, maybe one will die of illness. Sister, these breathing creatures, how can you have a precise number! Not counting the juveniles, I'd say there are probably over three hundred adults!"
"Wow," Yang Kun sighed softly, then asked me,
"Brother, how much does an adult sika deer cost?"
"Well," I said,
"Xiaohong's father also raises deer, but he's a small-scale farmer, only about ten. Once, when I visited Xiaohong's house, her father was haggling with a deer dealer. Finally, they agreed on a price: three adult deer for exactly ten thousand yuan..."
"My goodness," Xiaolan exclaimed, her eyes widening,
"Brother Du, you're a millionaire!"
"No problem, no problem," the usually arrogant Old Du said modestly for the first time,
"I'm rich, but that doesn't count if it's livestock. Sister, come on, let's go to the office to rest. Then, I'll have the workers cook, and we'll have a drink!"
"No, no, I'm still drunk!"
"Yeah," remembering that I had to help Sister Xu with her exam tomorrow, I said to Old Du,
"Brother, it's getting late. Let's hurry back; we still have that to do tomorrow!"
"Oh," Old Du nodded:
"Right, if you hadn't mentioned it, I almost forgot. Come on, we need to get back to the city before dawn so we can get things done!"
"Brother, you're really rich," Xiaolan kept exclaiming from the car:
"Over a million! Why don't we have that kind of fortune?"
"Damn," Old Du said, unsatisfied:
"That's nothing, a piece of cake. A million scared you like this? What good is a million? Brother," Old Du said to me:
"I want to buy a seaside villa in Dalian Bay, the kind with a swimming pool. I also want to change my donkey scooter and buy a Mercedes. Do you think a million is enough?"
"Heh heh!" I replied:
"Not enough, not enough! Big Du, you have big ambitions!"
"What else do you need to change? This one is already pretty good!" Old Feng said.
“Damn, no way,” Old Du insisted,
“Even if we don’t change, a million won’t buy a seaside villa!”
“What’s the use!” I said,
“What would you do with that stuff?”
“Live there!”
“It’s so big, can you even fit it all in?”
“It’s beautiful, huh?”
“But, as the ancients said, even if you have many houses, one room and one bed are enough for sleeping; even if you have a lot of money, three meals a day are enough…”
“That’s not the same!” Old Du said,
“We’re all just living, some people live very comfortably, some people live a damn miserable life, it’s meaningless, a wasted life. I still need to make money. I’ve already decided that to live a life with a Mercedes and a seaside villa, I need at least ten million!”
“Heh,” I said,
“Brother, once you really have ten million, you should work hard to reach ten million!”
“That’s right, brother, you’re right, as long as I live, I’ll keep making money!”
After saying that, Lao Du gritted his teeth, increased the throttle, and the car shot forward like a madman. The trees on both sides of the road flashed past in a dizzying blur. Lao Feng praised,
"What a great car! CVT, so good, so fast, it's fucking exhilarating!"
"Damn, this is nothing, I haven't even reached the highway yet. Look," Lao Du increased the speed again, and the car shot forward like an arrow:
"Ha, ha, isn't it fast? Damn, if it were a Mercedes, it would be even more fucking exhilarating and fun to drive! Ah, I want to make money, I want to make money, I want to drive a Mercedes, I want to live in a villa, money, money, with money you're the boss, without money you're a nobody!"
"Brother," I gradually felt a little lightheaded, as if the car wheels had left the road. I said uneasily to Lao Du,
"Brother, slow down, it's too fast. I feel like I'm flying, floating around, it's too dangerous!"
"It's okay, don't worry," Lao Du not only didn't slow down, but instead increased the speed again:
"Ah, that's fucking exhilarating! Like riding in a spaceship!"
"Screech—," suddenly, the car screeched and began to spin on the highway. Old Du stopped yelling about making money and shouting about how exhilarating it was, and frantically began to brake.
But the car wouldn't stop, continuing to screech and spin, heading towards the birch trees by the roadside. Everyone inside screamed in terror:
"My God…"
"Ah—…"
"Oh no—…"
"It's going to overturn…"
"We're doomed!…
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