[Clearing the Clouds to See the Sun] 01

Author: Spring's Hope
Published on the forum on 2016/9/16
Word Count: 4019
01 Prostitute and Client
The smells of smoke, sweat, and body odor mingled together, filling the small
room, only five or six square meters in size. In the corner of the room, on a creaking double spring bed, two naked bodies were tightly
intertwined. This was a scene of a man and a woman engaging in the most primal human instincts.
Under the dim, aphrodisiac light, the disheveled woman appeared exceptionally sexy and alluring.
She was a woman with very fair skin, kneeling on the bed, her body half-prone, her disheveled hair obscuring her face, making it impossible to see her features. Only her high, plump buttocks could be seen, 　　tightly gripped by the dark hands
of the man behind her , being forcefully thrust into. 　　With each powerful thrust from the man behind her, the woman couldn't help but let out the most lewd moans 　　. Finally, as the man roared and began to thrust at an extremely high frequency, the woman realized what was about to happen 　　. She tried to tighten her buttocks and desperately shook her hips so that the man's penis could 　　penetrate deeper into her vagina. 　　"Ah...ah, so good." With the woman's cooperation, the man cried out in pleasure as he 　　ejaculated deep inside her vagina, experiencing extreme pleasure. 　　"That was fucking good, Sister Fen." The man, slightly panting after ejaculating, hugged the woman beneath him with a satisfied expression 　　, casually hooking one of her heavy breasts in his palm and playing with it while praising her. The 　　woman, who had already climaxed countless times, nestled wearily in the man's arms, moaning and panting, 　　"Mmm, mmm, Hei Zi, I've had so much fun, I felt like you were going to fuck me to death several times." 　　Hearing this, the man laughed triumphantly, pinching the woman's breasts hard twice, and said, "Sister, 　　I really want to fuck you every day, why don't you marry me?" 　　"Hehe," the woman chuckled, "Dream on. With your meager salary, it's not even enough for your eating, drinking, gambling 　　, and whoring. If I married you, how would you support me? Wouldn't I just end up selling myself? I'd have to be crazy to marry 　　you, hehe." 　　The man, somewhat embarrassed by the woman's words, chuckled awkwardly, affectionately nibbling at the woman's earlobe, and said, 　　"Sister Fen, people change, I can change, okay?" 　　"Hehe, stop it, it tickles." The woman giggled as she dodged the man's teasing tongue, laughing, "You're 　　like a leopard that can't change its spots. I'd rather believe a clay Buddha than you." 　　Seeing the man about to pounce on her again, the woman quickly pushed him away, laughing, "That's enough, time's almost up 　　. If you don't leave soon, I'll have to add more time." 　　"Alright, alright," the man waved his hand and sighed, "Women, they really change their minds faster than flipping through a book. Sis, we're 　　so close now, can't you let me enjoy myself a little longer?" 　　The woman laughed and slapped away the man's still-restless hand 　　, saying, "We may be close, but business is business. We have rice to cook at home. Besides, every time you come, I make sure you're comfortable. You're 　　such a heartless guy." 　　Seeing that the woman wouldn't budge, the man gave up and shrugged, laughing, "Fine, fine 　　, sis, I appreciate your kindness. But seriously, I think out of all the girls on this street, 　　you're the most attractive. Big breasts, a perky butt, lots of juice—the most exciting to fuck. If you were ten years younger, 　　you'd definitely be the number one." 　　"Alright, alright, this is getting more and more absurd," the woman hurriedly interrupted. "Hey, don't 　　blame me for being nosy, but you're not getting any younger. Stop chasing after us women and 　　settle down with a decent girl." 　　Hearing this, the man's expression suddenly turned awkward. He chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "Sister Fen, do you 　　think I don't want to? But I have no one, no money. How am I supposed to find a decent girl? They wouldn't even 　　look at me. How about we just make do?" 　　"Stop, stop! Why are you bringing me into this again? You never learn," the woman complained irritably 　　. 　　The two had known each other for almost four years, and Hei Zi was the first man the woman had been with after she started selling her body 　　. Over those four years, he had been intimate with her countless times, and they had discussed marriage 　　countless times, but the woman had never taken his words seriously. From the 　　day she decided to sell her body, she had buried her true self deep inside, wearing a mask as she worked in the sex trade 　　. After four years, she had almost forgotten what she used to be like. Perhaps one day, this 　　mask would be firmly welded to her face, and she would be a mere facade for the rest of her life. 　　Finally free from Hei Zi's clutches, the woman left the polluted workroom, 　　taking a deep breath of fresh air. She felt like a fish out of water, finally 　　returning to its depths. 　　Stretching lazily, the woman rubbed her lower back with a pained expression. 　　She hadn't rested for four hours straight, from evening until now, serving seven clients including Hei Zi. Her back ached terribly. 　　Although this pain brought in a considerable income, the exhaustion made her inexplicably 　　irritable. At times like these, she envied the younger girls. The sex trade was all about youth 　　; she had entered the profession at an older age. Although her looks and figure were comparable to the so-called top 　　prostitutes, her age disadvantage relegated her to a street massage parlor. 　　Even after a hard night's work, she wouldn't earn a third of what her colleagues in high-end hotels made. The thought of this income disparity 　　filled her with bitterness. Perhaps in a few years, she would be reduced to a streetwalker, someone anyone 　　could have sex with for twenty or thirty yuan. 　　The thought of her potential predicament sent a chill down her spine. She didn't want to become that kind 　　of woman, and she longed for someone to lend a helping hand in her most difficult times. But harsh reality made 　　her realize that those who offer help in times of need are far fewer than those who kick someone when they're down.

"Sigh." The woman shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake off her troubles. She looked down
and pulled out a pack of women's cigarettes from her pocket, intending to find a quiet place to smoke and rest for a while, when she suddenly heard
someone calling her from not far away.
"Ah Fen, Ah Fen."
The one calling the woman was the owner of this massage parlor, a plump woman nearing fifty, nicknamed Fatty Sister. It was said that
in her youth she was once a very popular top courtesan in the south, but she met the wrong person, trusted the wrong man, and ended up losing both her money and her lover.
After she grew old and lost her beauty, she opened this massage parlor in Chaohai to earn money for her retirement.
Among the many madams on this meat street, Fat Sister was considered one of the kinder ones. She
took good care of the girls under her wing. When the woman first entered the industry, Fat Sister, knowing her family's financial difficulties, gave her a
relatively high commission, allowing her to survive the most difficult months. The woman was truly grateful and privately
respected Fat Sister immensely. Even though many people tried to poach her from Fat Sister over the past two years, she didn't leave. Watching
wave after wave of Fat Sister's girls leave, the woman was now the only veteran.
Because of this relationship, the two had a fairly good personal relationship. The woman would occasionally confide some of her innermost thoughts
to Fat Sister, and Fat Sister's advice, given her experience, gave the woman
a glimmer of light in this dark reality.
"Coming, coming," the woman responded, putting her cigarette back in her pocket, tidying her hair, and
quickly walking over. Although she was exhausted, as a prostitute, she had no right or qualification to refuse a customer.
Seeing the woman walking briskly towards them, Fatty smiled and recommended to her customer, "Young man, you have
excellent taste! Our Ah Fen is the most beautiful woman on the whole street. Don't let her age fool you;
her figure is absolutely stunning. Those breasts, that ass—you'll definitely be satisfied."
Fatty was incessantly praising her prostitute's virtues, completely oblivious to
the anger and embarrassment etched on the face of the tall, thin young man in the baseball cap, his clenched
fists, and his slightly trembling body.
"Ah Fen, congratulations! You're really famous now. This customer specifically asked for you today and has been waiting for over half an hour. You'd better serve him well later," Fatty 　　said, pulling the woman's wrist
as she approached . 　　The woman smiled shyly, casting a coquettish glance at the man opposite her. Instantly, a 　　sense of familiarity washed over her. Although he had slightly lowered his head, obscuring his features, his figure still surprised 　　and unsettled her. The seductive words that were already on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back instinctively, and her slightly open mouth 　　failed to utter a sound. 　　When the young man in the baseball cap slowly raised his head and saw his delicate, slender face, the woman 　　screamed as if she had seen a ghost. She staggered back two steps, lost her balance, and 　　fell flat on her backside. She didn't cry out in pain, but just stared at him in terror, clearly stunned. 　　Fat Sister was bewildered by the woman's strange behavior. She subconsciously glanced at the man's face; 　　it was a handsome face with regular features, no scars or marks, nothing frightening about him, except for his 　　extremely sharp eyes, the anger in his pupils almost tangible, making Fat Sister's heart race with panic. 　　The young man's gaze was fixed on the woman who had fallen to the ground, his lips tightly pressed together, not uttering a word. The air 　　seemed to freeze, turning the group into lifelike sculptures, until a loud voice 　　broke the eerie atmosphere, and the still scene suddenly came to life. 　　"What the hell is going on, Sister Fen? Did this kid bully you! Damn it, daring to act wildly here 　　, see how I beat you up!" 　　Cursing, it was Blackie who had just gotten up from the woman. He slowly tidied himself up and walked out of the room 　　. Seeing the woman on the ground, he rushed over in a fit of rage, a finger almost poking 　　the young man in the baseball cap in the face. 　　"No!" The woman snapped out of her daze of fear, grabbed Hei Zi's sleeve, and cried out in panic 　　. 　　The young man shifted his gaze to Hei Zi's arrogant face, staring at him and asking, word by word, " 　　What's your relationship with this woman?" 　　Before the woman could stop him, Hei Zi pointed at the young man smugly and laughed, "What relationship? Haha, 　　everyone on this street knows that Sister Fen is my woman, Hei Zi's woman. You little brat, daring to cause trouble here, you don't 　　want to live, do you? Damn it, today I'll teach you what rules are." 　　As soon as Hei Zi finished speaking, the young man roared, and then a fist flew towards him. 　　Although the punch came with great speed, it was unpredictable. Hei Zi had been hanging around on the streets since he was a teenager, and fighting 　　was almost instinctive, like eating and drinking. He easily dodged the punch by tilting his head, and then counterattacked, 　　punching the young man squarely above his navel, causing him to bend over instantly in pain. 　　This exchange immediately exposed the young man's lack of fighting skills. Hei Zi was overjoyed, eager to 　　show off in front of the woman and teach this arrogant youth a lesson. However, just as he was about to kick 　　, he was unexpectedly shoved from behind. The shove was quite forceful, and since he had one 　　foot raised, he lost his balance and fell flat on his face. 　　"Damn it, which bastard pushed me!" Embarrassed, Hei Zi roared, turning around to look. 　　Besides Sister Fen, who had just gotten up, there was no one else. 　　"Are you fucking crazy?" Hei Zi cursed at the woman, but Sister Fen ignored him, 　　rushing to the beaten young man and reaching out to help him up, only to be coldly and forcefully 　　pushed away. 　　The young man glanced deeply at the dejected woman, straightened his body, and turned to leave without a word 　　. Only after his figure disappeared into the night outside the door did the woman seem to snap out of her daze. She bit her lower 　　lip and quickly chased after him, leaving the prostitutes and their clients in the room completely bewildered. Fat Sister, however 　　, nodded thoughtfully, a hint of barely perceptible sorrow in her eyes. She could still hear Hei Zi cursing...

"Heh heh," she yelled at Hei Zi in an annoyed tone, "Shut up and pay this month's bill
. I run a brothel, not a charity. If you keep dragging this out, I'll get someone to cripple your third leg."

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