The young lady is the best at manipulating men

"Old Wang, it's the weekend tomorrow, any plans?"

"How about Dafuhao near the children's park under the Yayuan Overpass?"

"Any new targets?"

"You'll see when you get there, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

For two years, these few sentences from my conversation with Old Wang have echoed in my ears. But things are different now,
he's gone…

Chapter One: First Encounter with Ajiao

I've been in Shenzhen for two years, working as the editor-in-chief of a financial magazine. Old Wang is from my hometown; we
work at the same magazine, he's the head of the advertising department. On weekends when we're not working, we often cook a couple of dishes,
drink and chat, sometimes going to Bading Street for chicken hotpot. We're pretty much drinking buddies, and when we have free time,
we go to find prostitutes together.

Tomorrow's the weekend, and after a tiring week, we both want to relax and unwind.

Old Wang arrived in Shenzhen two years before me and is quite familiar with the city; he's a seasoned
womanizer . I usually don't go out to find prostitutes by myself, mainly because I'm afraid of running into scammers. Old Wang
was bold, so he would usually find a suitable candidate before inviting me to go with him.

The next evening, after work, we ate dinner, showered, changed into clean clothes, and set off.

Today, Old Wang was taking me to Dongmen in Luohu District. We

took bus number 5 from Yuanling, and soon arrived at the Children's Park next to the Yayuan Overpass.

Walking into the darkness under the overpass, Old Wang whispered mysteriously, "I asked my girlfriend to
find you a girl. I heard she's new. Her figure and looks are absolutely top-notch. Tonight, I'll have my
girlfriend introduce her to you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"I guarantee you won't want to leave once you see her. I saw her at my girlfriend's house the day before yesterday. Her looks,
figure a slim waist, big breasts, and when she talks to men, she always makes suggestive glances,
incredibly seductive—exactly your type," Old Wang said with a lewd grin.

"Honestly, have you slept with her?" I pressed.

"Heaven and earth bear witness. If I slept with her first and then introduced her to you, how could I face my friend?" Old Wang
denied .

"Alright. Then I'll see for myself today." I was secretly delighted. Old Wang

laughed, "But I'll charge a referral fee."

"Sure thing. I'll cover your and your lover's expenses tonight."

Old Wang chuckled.

I knew that in the alleyway opposite the Children's Park under the Dongmen Yayuan Overpass, there lived many
young and beautiful prostitutes and mistresses from the mainland. Old Wang's lover was one of them, a girl from Hunan
named Amei. Amei and her ilk usually didn't solicit customers; they only did business with acquaintances. That was safer.

"What if she happens to be away tonight?" I was a little anxious.

"Don't worry, I called Amei before we came. Amei said she told that girl she
'd introduce a handsome guy to her, and that the girl should wait for us at home."

"What did the girl say?"

"She's happy, of course, because she can make money."

"But she still has other business?"

"Oh dear, with such an excellent man like you going there, will she still do business with those other people?"

In the shadows under the overpass, several heavily made-up prostitutes lingered, glancing
at , looking like they were waiting for someone, yet also trying to solicit our business. We pretended not to see
them and continued chatting as we walked.

Under the cover of night, we made our way through a maze of twists and turns to a house. We went up to the second floor, turned
another finally saw a small window that was tightly closed.

"This is the girl's house," Lao Wang whispered.

A red light shone through the thin curtains of the window, carrying a
hazy if the "cutie" Old Wang had introduced
was home. If so, what was she doing?

Old Wang whispered to me, "Don't bother her now. Let's go find Amei first. Let Amei
contact ; that'll be better."

I followed Old Wang, turning a corner, and stopped at a doorway. Old Wang pushed the door open;
inside a woman seemed to be watching television. I hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The room wasn't large; a large bed took up almost half the space. Besides that, there was a wardrobe, a
table , two chairs, a sofa, and a 25-inch television. That was all the furniture.

A woman in her thirties, wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, her chest exposed, revealing her pair of white, tender breasts, was lazily
leaning against the bed watching television. From her attire and expression, it was clear what she made a living. This was
Old Wang's lover, Amei, a girl from Hunan.

Old Wang introduced me to Amei. Amei cheerfully stood up to offer me a seat. Old Wang and I sat down on the sofa.

I glanced at the various high heels Amei owned under the bed.

"We just passed Ajiao's window and saw her lights were on, but there was no movement inside. I wonder if
Ajiao is home?" Old Wang asked.

"Yes, she is. I just spoke to her," Amei said, glancing at me.

"Then why don't you invite her over and meet her?" Old Wang said.

"Or, I can give her a call," Amei said, picking up her phone.

The call connected.

"Hello, this is Amei. Handsome guy is here, where are you?... I'm waiting for you at my house... Okay, okay,
we'll wait for you."

After hanging up, Amei told Old Wang and me to wait a moment, the girl would be here soon.

From their conversation, I sensed that Old Wang was actually quite familiar with the girl, but I didn't know
the nature of their relationship.

A moment later, a slender young woman with long, flowing hair entered with a smile,
accompanied a faint fragrance.

Old Wang laughed and said to me, "See? I wasn't lying, was I?"

The girl seemed to understand, smiling as she glanced at me before spinning 360
degrees in front of me, displaying her slender figure.

She was probably around 1.6 meters tall, with a full, rounded bust, instantly appealing—a bare-shoulder, backless red top
tightly hugging her two high, full breasts—I liked it.

Low-waisted, cropped shorts revealed her slender waist, outlining her rounded breasts—I liked it.

Two small, white, delicate feet, painted with red nail polish, nestled in strappy high-heeled sandals—I loved them.

I grinned from ear to ear, repeatedly saying, "Good, good, good..."

Old Wang pointed at me and said to her, "This is our magazine's top editor. I'm introducing her to you, so you'd
better treat her well."

"Of course," she said with a smile. "Wait here for a moment, I have something to do,
I'll come pick you up in a bit."

Old Wang asked, "How long will it take?"

She replied, "Soon, about twenty minutes."

I said, "What, playing mahjong?" I figured that when she said twenty minutes, she was probably playing mahjong with someone else and
had only gotten off the table after answering Amei's call.

She smiled and said, "...Yes, I'm playing now, you'll have to wait a while."

"Okay, go ahead. We'll wait for you," I said.

Just as she was about to leave, Amei shuffled after her in her slippers, "Ajiao, wait a minute."

They stood outside the door, talking quietly. I don't know what they said, but then I heard the
girl laugh and run away.

Amei went back into the house and told Lao Wang that she was going out for a while. She told Lao Wang not to leave and to wait for her at home.

Lao Wang agreed, whispered something in her ear, and she nodded repeatedly. Then she turned back and
smiled before running out.

That night, Lao Wang and I sat in Amei's house, chatting about this and that.

Twenty minutes passed in a flash, and Amei hadn't returned, nor had the girl named Ajiao shown up.

I knew some girls were particularly good at manipulating men. Around ten o'clock at night, I said, "
If she doesn't come by ten o'clock, we'll leave."

Lao Wang said, "Okay! But I don't think she'll break her promise."

"Why don't you have any patience?"

Ajiao was standing behind me without me noticing.

Lao Wang and I smiled awkwardly and stood up from the sofa.

We went back to her house together.

Under the same dim and ambiguous lighting, I saw two beds in the room,
separated by a large cloth window, just like the rooms of the girls in a roadside hair salon.

"Why are there two beds?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"One of them is my sister's."

It turned out that the ladies living in this room were actually sisters.

Old Wang said, "Brother Qiang, have fun. I'm going to Amei's."

I smiled and said, "Come and wake me up tomorrow morning. Invite your Amei, and we'll all go out
for morning tea together."

"Okay." After saying that, Old Wang gave her an ambiguous smile, "Brother Qiang is your honored guest, so we can't be careless
."

"I know. You and Amei have fun too." She smiled charmingly at Old Wang and
said very sensibly.

After seeing Old Wang to the hallway outside the room, she turned back, smiled sweetly at me, and then gently
closed the door .

All night long, my body was filled with male hormones, and I immediately pulled her petite body
into my arms . I smelled that intoxicating fragrance again.

"What's your name?" I asked knowingly.

"Ah Jiao," she answered softly, a charming smile playing on her rosy cheeks.

"What a lovely name," I said, and couldn't help but kiss her bright red lips.

Ah Jiao immediately closed her beautiful eyes, and we kissed for a long, long time before parting.
The romantic atmosphere of love at first sight, or perhaps just playful fun, began to fill the room where only the two of us were.

"Go wash up first," she whispered. "Knowing you'd be staying here overnight, I've already
boiled a kettle of water in the kitchen."

It turned out she had secretly prepared everything for my arrival.

Ah Jiao then took out a new towel and handed it to me: "Use this towel. Old Wang and Ah Mei said yesterday they wanted to
introduce you to me. I specially went to the Xin Yi Jia supermarket in Dongmen to buy it for you today."

Wow, such a formal reception. Most girls don't treat their guests like this. I could imagine
how Old Wang would introduce me to her.

I followed her, winding through the streets, until we arrived at the kitchen.

There was also a bathroom in the kitchen.

Ah Jiao mixed the hot and cold water and pushed me into the bathroom. I grabbed her hand and
whispered tenderly, "You want to come too! I want to take a bath with you."

She blushed immediately and nodded, "Then I'll go get some clean underwear."

As she left, she turned off the main light in the kitchen, leaving only the small bathroom light on.

I started washing myself.

A little while later, I saw a petite beauty, completely naked except for her underwear, slippery in her
slippers, slip into the bathroom.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Ajiao said, turning around apologetically, presenting
her bare back to me.

Her long hair was piled high on her head, revealing a beautiful white neck.

Her skin was so white and tender, her figure neither short nor fat, so beautiful.

"Come on, let me wash you," I said with a smile, pouring water on her bare back.

Ajiao was very docile, turning her white bare back to me, enjoying my service. My hands, coated with lotion,
began to glide over her body, washing her neck, breasts, back, and waist. Finally, I hugged her from behind,
my hands, still wet with shower gel, caressing her slender waist and flat stomach before slipping down to
her cleft and rubbing against her thighs.

"Oh, you're so naughty..." she squirmed in my arms.

My fingers, still playfully slipping inside, continued to move. At the same time, as she writhed, my
penis hardened, pressing against the hollow between her breasts.

"Ah Jiao, turn around," I called softly. I think she must have sensed it.

She understood my intention perfectly, blushing as she slowly turned around, then wrapped her arms around my
neck .

I felt her full breasts pressed against mine, and I began to knead them. Ah Jiao also
reached out a small hand, grasping my erection and gently stroking it up and down, which felt incredibly good.

This was a prostitute: both passionately and openly cooperative, yet tenderly accepting. I thought, tonight's show
is about to begin.

A moment later, I placed one of her legs on mine, which opened her vulva slightly, and then...
I slowly inserted my hard, thick penis, also covered in shower gel foam, into her warm, wet
vagina.

"Washing your body like this gets you cleaner!" I joked as I inserted it.

"You're so naughty, you just start fucking me right away," she said coquettishly, blushing.

"I like you," I said with a smile.

"Your thing is so big..." she exclaimed, eyes closed, chest out, gripping my arm, head tilted back, tossing
her long hair behind her head.

The shower gel made our skin incredibly smooth, and we
stood chest to chest, belly to belly, in the bathroom, embracing each other as we made love.

"Is it good?" I asked softly as I thrust in and out.

"Good!" she said, eyes closed.

"Is it exciting?"

"Exciting... ah..."

"Romantic, isn't it?"

"So romantic, so good, so comfortable..."

"Have you ever done this with other men before?"

"No... ah..." she began.

Soon, I felt her contractions, like a small hand squeezing
my penis. This beauty knew how to enjoy a man's service. I thought, is this a common trait among women who frequent
men's quarters?

With each thrust, her breasts rose and fell in waves. It
was so stimulating. Soon, a surge of heat gushed from her womb, and she collapsed limply into my arms.

I knew she was there, and this bathroom was a public place, not a place to linger, so I quickened my
pace. Feeling a wave of numbness, I immediately embraced her slender waist, our necks
intertwined, and soon, I ejaculated into her womb.

"You're such a lecher, doing this to me here," she said, slightly annoyed. "Wait a minute,
let's see what you have to say to me then." She laughed and scolded as she washed me.

We chatted and laughed as we returned to the room. I suddenly noticed that her sister's curtains were already drawn.

"Is that you, little sister?" Hearing the door open, her older sister asked softly from behind the curtain, her
voice seemingly more delicate and tender than Ajiao's.

"Yes," Ajiao replied.

I saw on the floor outside the curtain, next to a pair of women's elegant high-heeled slippers, a pair of men's
old leather shoes , and a rhythmic sound coming from the bed behind the curtain. Ajiao put a finger to
her lips, indicating that I should be quiet.

I then quietly followed Ajiao onto her bed.

We both knew what was happening behind the curtain, because
the rhythmic squeezing sounds coming from the Simmons mattress grew louder and louder, and the woman's breathing became heavier.

Ajiao and I, already naked, couldn't help but embrace each other and roll onto
the bed.

My lips kissed her soft lips again.

My hands began to knead her full breasts.

Lying flat on the bed, Ah Jiao began to involuntarily sway her hips, her legs stretching
and bending repeatedly, her breathing becoming heavier.

I suddenly glanced at the clock on the wall: 11 PM.

I suddenly thought of how many thirsty couples were entwined together in the countless windows of Shenzhen at midnight,
one-on-one, even one-on-many, in a frenzy of passion.

I immediately began kissing her lower body, from her slender neck, firm breasts, flat stomach,
all the way down to the mysterious entrance to her paradise between her legs.

My hands rubbed against her skin, then I licked her pink labia with my tongue.

"Ah…" she pressed my head down, involuntarily letting out a cry.

"I can't take it anymore!" she pleaded, pulling me down with her hands, panting.

"Is it good?" I asked knowingly.

"Ah...I want...I want...faster...insert...insert it in..."

Perhaps her voice startled the lovers on the other side of the curtained window, for
the sounds of their genitals colliding grew louder and more intense. Her sister also began
to moan .

"Call me husband, and I'll fuck you. You didn't call me husband just now!" I teased.

"Husband, fuck your wife quickly. Wife...is horny, wants you to fuck her." Ajiao blushed, twisting her waist on
the bed , trembling as she spoke.

A primal, wild impulse rose from my heart, and I immediately pressed myself against Ajiao,
inserting my already swollen member into her wet vagina, then climbing onto her flat white belly, thrusting in and out vigorously.

This was too exciting. In one room, two sisters were simultaneously and wildly with two men—this
was the first time in my life I had ever encountered such a thing. It was a true battle of flesh, even the drawn curtains were trembling slightly.

On the other side of the curtain, two men I'd never met were having sex with two sisters, as if they were engaged in a
competitive match.

Ah Jiao had lost her mind; her eyes were closed, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck,
her bare thighs entwined around mine. A primal urge emanated from her throat: "Ah...

faster...faster...fuck me to death...harder, harder...ah...husband, ah..."

"How is it, is it good?" I asked her as I thrust into her.

"Good...husband, ah..."

Suddenly, even louder sounds came from the other side of the curtain—the woman's soft voice, the man's deep roar
, the slapping sounds of their genitals colliding, and the vibrations of the Simmons bed all blended together, it was incredibly sensual.

Only the man's final roar could be heard, and then everything fell silent again.

I climbed on top of Ah Jiao, eavesdropping on the secrets behind the curtain.

Seeing that I wasn't moving, Ah Jiao knew what I was thinking and slapped me lightly: "What are you eavesdropping for, you bad boy?
Hurry up and do your thing..."

I thrust inside her for a while, then fell silent again.

The sounds of a man putting on his pants, a woman getting out of bed, the door opening… “Your sister is
amazing . She lasted that long, starting from when we were showering,”
I whispered playfully in her ear after her sister left.

“Shameless. You even fucked me twice!” she said, lying beneath me with a lewd laugh. “Fuck me, it’s so itchy!”
"I'm coming." She closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Seeing her so alluring and seductive, I quickened my pace…

Ah Jiao's body was indeed seductive, and so was her nature. That night, I held her delicate body,
repeatedly making her moan and groan, her pungent juices flowing from her mouth onto the bed.

Later that night, I asked, "Do you do this with all your clients?"

She replied, "How could that be? If I did this with every client, I'd be exhausted long ago."

I asked, "Then why are you so good to me?"

She said, "I just like you. I like cultured people like you."

Ah Jiao said she didn't like old men, migrant workers, or bosses. Although she was with them,
it was only for money. Ah Jiao said many men pursued her, and she wanted a soulmate, but hadn't met
the right one. Ah Jiao said she didn't know if she and I were destined for each other. I said it depended on both of us working together.

Our first night was filled with laughter and conversation, and we shared many stories about our past experiences. We
discovered we shared many similarities in personality and values, and felt an instant connection.

Ah Jiao slept naked, nestled against me. Just imagine, a beautiful woman in
her early twenties sleeping in the arms of a man in his forties—how could I not be lustful? Around one o'clock in the morning, as we
were chatting happily, I couldn't resist penetrating her again; around five-thirty in the morning, just as
dawn was breaking, I fondled her breasts, and couldn't resist spreading her
legs again and climbing on top of her… Including the two times in the first half of the night, I had sex with her four times.

The next day, we slept until ten o'clock in the morning.

The man who had slept with Ah Jiao's sister left. Ah Jiao's sister, watching us clean up,
said somewhat jealously, "How could those two be so intimate, spending the whole night together?"

Ah Jiao just laughed, ignoring her sister, busying herself with getting me toothpaste and towels, arranging
my grooming.

After doing all that, I picked up my phone, sat on the bed, and called Lao Wang.

"Lao Wang, are you up yet? Let's find a place for morning tea, okay? You bring Amei, and I
'll bring Ajiao."

"Okay, okay. You two come downstairs first and wait for us under the Yayuan Overpass," Lao Wang replied on the phone.

I hung up and smiled at Ajiao, saying, "So, Lao Wang and Amei were up all night too, and only just
got up ."

Hearing this, Ajiao, like a girl in her first love, began to carefully dress herself: combing her hair, drawing her eyebrows, applying
lipstick, changing into her outdoor clothes, and slipping her small feet into strappy high heels, looking incredibly alluring.

I secretly made up my mind: Ajiao, in Shenzhen, I'm going to have you, you little slut. From today onwards,
you can forget about stealing men again.

[The End]

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