[The Real World] [The End]

The most exciting thing for a novelist is having access to firsthand data, and the most disappointing thing is having to
keep that data a secret. This torment increases with the importance of the data. No one told me I couldn't
publish this data, but I knew very well that if I published these "stories," absolutely no one
would believe them, and those who knew these things would never tell anyone.
Until one day I discovered erotic literature websites. It was obvious that no one would take the articles there seriously, whether
it was incest, rape, bestiality, or cannibalism. This might be a safe place to tell others my "stories."
Please note, I'm saying it again: no one would believe any of this.
When that woman opened her mouth and swallowed my penis, I had no more doubts about what Qiu Liang had told me
. No woman could perform oral sex like that. She swallowed my entire penis, her nose pressing against my lower abdomen, her throat constantly
moving and massaging my glans. I just felt the blood rush to my head, my whole body tense, and I ejaculated.
She swallowed the semen, carefully licking my penis clean around the glans with her tongue, then looked up and said,
"Thirty-five seconds." I asked her, "How can you hold the glans in your throat without feeling nauseous?" "Practice
." She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, "Constant practice." Watching her back, I took out the notes Qiu Liang had written
and turned to page 135:
The top half read: 'Kalingle, 05.24.1968, Chinese,
Postdoctoral Researcher, Department of Economics, City University of London; Tel: 07811436768'
Separated by a red line, the bottom half read:
Lin Qing entered training in 1989, graduated in 1991, training period 11 months, trainer: remon, type
: gentle and considerate housewife, specialties: cooking, home management, oral sex.
Level B, location: London No. 12 Guesthouse, Room, 13 Silverstrand
et, Devon.
Contact Information:
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, 2:00 PM to 6:00 PM. Password: "Is Ms. Lin there? This is Mr. Guo
."
Response: "Hello, Mr. Guo! What can I do for you?
" Question: "The Vietnamese food yesterday was too spicy. How about French food tomorrow?
" Response: "I don't like French food. Do you like Peking duck?"
Finally: "Peking duck is great, but I don't like duck skin."
Note: Clever. Do not discuss business, do not ask about her past, and do not answer her questions.
I thought to myself: B-grade. If I had a wife like this, I would sell my mother into slavery without hesitation.
What would an A-grade woman be like?
At dinner, I discovered that this woman was not only clever but also had a certain sense of humor. There was even Peking
duck on the table.
Lin Qing: "There are too many dishes for two people to finish. I only made four dishes. Try them and see if they suit your
taste: Peking duck, squirrel-shaped yellow croaker, braised shark fin, and winter melon soup." She sat next to me, constantly putting
food in my bowl.
Finding such authentic Chinese food in London was a complete surprise; in Chinatown, I only found heavily oiled and overly
salty Cantonese dishes in England.
Paired with 1968 Rh?ne River sugar-free liquor, the shark fin tasted like cotton candy. Lin Qing, like a good
wife, told me how to prepare shark fin in twelve hours. I must admit, just looking at her face,
I would gladly swallow even dog shit.
"I want to see your vulva." "Not full yet! So impatient?" she said, but still stood up,
took off her skirt, and looked at me: "Help me take off my underwear." I touched her waist with both hands, feeling its smoothness, down
to her ankles, her skin smooth and soft, truly as the ancients described, "skin like solidified cream."
Lin Qing sat on the table, her legs spread in an M shape. When I inserted my index finger, she let out a soft moan.
Her vulva was warm, a beautiful pink, and very tight.
I pulled my finger out and smelled it; a faint scent of soap. She had already showered. I gently licked
her clitoris, and her body trembled. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, making it difficult to move.
While stirring her vulva with my finger, I asked her, "Your height? Weight?" "167 cm
, 47 kg." "What are your measurements?" "34D, 24, 34." "When was the last time you were fucked
?" "Three months ago." "Take off your shirt, I want to lick your nipples." She took off her clothes and removed her bra.
Yes! 34D!
I buried my face between her breasts, and she pressed my face between them with her hands,
kneading them continuously. Her breasts were fragrant and soft. I sucked on her nipple, gently circling it with my tongue. Her face gradually flushed
, and her vulva became increasingly wet, making squelching sounds.
I pulled my finger out and put it to her lips. Lin Qing sucked on her finger, looking at me.
"Want to be fucked?" "Yes, I want it so badly." Ignoring the dishes she'd spent all day preparing, which were now scattered on the floor, I pressed
Lin Qing against the dining table and forcefully thrust my penis inside. It was the warmest I'd ever tasted. Clumps of flesh squeezed up inside
, and I pumped hard.
Lin Qing groaned, "Why are you in such a hurry? You want me to suck your cock as soon as you walk in, and
you want to fuck me halfway through the meal." I fucked her hard, my mind blank, all my senses focused on my penis
, wanting to release my semen quickly. I didn't change positions, didn't try anything else; my body felt like it was on fire,
my lower body throbbing unbearably, I just wanted to release this fire as quickly as possible.
As I ejaculated, she held me tightly, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging deep into my flesh. I thought, if
Lin Qing was faking an orgasm, her acting could win an Oscar.
I gradually calmed down and sat back down. Lin Qing knelt between my legs and licked my penis clean.
She held the glans in her mouth, carefully sucking up the last drop of semen.
I pointed to the pool of liquid on the table, a mixture of sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid. She said nothing, licking it
clean.
She went back to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of rock sugar, white fungus, and bird's nest soup. I sat in a chair, watching her, naked,
clean up the dishes on the floor.
I ate the bird's nest soup, suppressing the urge to fuck Lin Qing again, recalling how it all started...
Will I be able to see Qiu Liang? Is he still alive? I ignored his warnings and took this step. What will happen next
?
Interestingly, it all stems from an old, tired debate: "Why was Kennedy assassinated?"
Chapter One: The Death of Kennedy. Qiu Liang is the best friend any novelist could hope for, even though he's really annoying.
We've had countless arguments, covering everything from politics, economics, culture, sports, music—
you can hear all sorts of things from him.
We're very good friends; very, very good friends, but I've never really understood him. I don't know his
nationality; he could be Taiwanese, Beijinger, Shanghainese, Cantonese, Singaporean, American-Chinese, or British-
Chinese.
He speaks Mandarin, but with a strange accent. Normally, you can easily tell where someone is
from by their accent, but Qiu Liang has all sorts of accents and all sorts of profanities. Today he'll curse someone as a "bastard
," tomorrow he'll say "we're so-and-so," one moment he'll say "fuck your mother," the next he'll say "fuck your mother." Can you really tell
where he's from?
Qiu Liang often talks about his colorful past, but the details are highly questionable. He claims he
sold houses in Hong Kong, ran a street stall in Taiwan, worked as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in Toronto, Canada, and was
a bartender at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse in Beijing. I often joke that Qiu Liang has done everything except sell hamburgers on Mars.
Looking at the smile on Qiu Liang's face, you can tell he's very proud of this description; he genuinely believes he's
had over fifty different jobs, knows everything, and can do anything.
If you start to question the timelines of his claims—for example, how can someone
simultaneously sell shapewear at Sincere Department Store in Shanghai and work as an assistant director on Category III films in Chicago—
Qiu Liang will tell you it doesn't matter.
Of course it doesn't matter! Who would consider the ramblings of a down-on-his-luck middle-aged man who smuggled himself into Britain and lived off the British government's 50 pounds a week as important
? At least that's what everyone thought at the time.
The six of us lived in one house, sharing meals to save money. Qiu Liang is usually
the most talkative person at the dinner table, discussing his past and his views on the world situation. He tells us the secrets he knows and
the conclusions he has drawn after careful consideration and judgment. Inevitably, almost every time, he gets into a heated argument with everyone, and the meeting
ends on a sour note.
Basically, I'm a skeptic; I doubt everything that's worthy of doubt. A novelist
must possess a broad mind and a rich imagination.
For example, if you told me that 64 was instigated by the CIA, and that the CIA
was controlled by the British M16, which in turn was led by the Russian KGB, and ultimately controlled
by Jewish groups, I would seriously discuss it with you, since these are all possible scenarios
. But Qiu Liang's claims are unimaginable!
According to him, the aliens in the Men in Black movies are fake, but the entire organization
and the memory eraser are real. The Gulf War wasn't about oil; it was about Hollywood's
need for large-scale film productions. They paid for the US and Iraqi armies to stage a battle, and
no one from either country died during the entire conflict. Zhang Baosheng truly possessed supernatural abilities, but because he violated
the taboos of practitioners during the Lunar New Year by eating twelve extra mutton dumplings, the Special Abilities Research Association decided to revoke his abilities,
which is why he later lost them. Who would believe such nonsense?
According to Lao Ding, Qiu Liang's strange
thoughts stemmed from being cooped up in a shipping container while smuggling himself into England. Xiao Guangdong even earnestly advised Qiu Liang to see a psychiatrist. He said, "Go to
hell! Go get your weird brain fixed. You don't have to pay for your treatment; the Queen of England will foot the bill
. Why not?" The two almost got into a fight; others had to restrain them. I told them to let him be;
Qiu Liang wouldn't harm anyone. From then on, nobody paid attention to Qiu Liang except me. He has an incredibly rich
imagination, capable of conjuring up strange associations for me, and, as long as he's not too annoying, he's a really good
friend.
But that doesn't change the unfortunate fact. Qiu Liang is a paranoid, and a delusional paranoid at that
.
That evening, I was watching TV in the living room with Xiao Guangdong, Lao Ding, and two of Lao Ding's friends. The movie on TV
was Oliver Stone's "Who Killed Kennedy." I'd seen the movie twice, but Lao Ding had
friends over, so I felt bad leaving and just sat there chatting. Qiu Liang probably heard some noise downstairs; he went down to
look, didn't say anything, and then went back upstairs.
Xiao Guangdong still remembered our last grudge and deliberately said, "If that lunatic upstairs were
the screenwriter for this movie, the mastermind behind Kennedy's murder would probably be ***." I thought, "Oh no! Paranoid people
are most afraid of being called liars; this is going to be interesting." As expected, Qiu Liang turned and rushed downstairs, shouting
, "Kennedy insisted on keeping both because he didn't follow the organization's rules, so the organization decided to kill him!"
Old Ding's two friends had never seen anything like this before and didn't know what to do. Fearing the situation would spiral out of control, I pulled Qiu Liang
to my room.
Qiu Liang said, "The organization wanted to take back Jacqueline, but Kennedy refused. The organization offered Marilyn Monroe as a bargaining
chip. He wanted to keep both of them. In the end, he even wanted to destroy the organization's Cuban branch in South America. After a meeting at the top,
it was decided to remove the obstacle and use the Vietnam War as a condition to have the CIA kill him." That night, I
entered an unimaginable world.
In this world, there were no national boundaries; everything you saw was just the surface. No one could know
the secrets behind the secrets; everyone in the world was a willing idiot accepting lies. In this world, the organization controlled
everything; all decisions had to go through the organization, from whether or not there would be a famine in Ethiopia to
the winner of the Best Actress award at the Hundred Flowers Awards. It's said the organization could decide whether you had rice or noodles for lunch. Organizations are omnipresent,
omniscient, and omnipotent.
I said, "I've seen this hypothesis in X-Files." Qiu Liang sighed and said, "
The best way to hide a secret is to have someone you wouldn't believe tell you half the truth.
The declining ratings of X-Files prove the public's immunity to this topic is growing. Once the public
loses interest, no one will believe in the existence of a secret government anymore." Actually, it's not just X-Files
; many news reports, movies, stage plays, novels, music, comics, secretly filmed DVDs, and elections for betel nut beauties
are all carefully designed smokescreens by the organization's mass control group.
For example, with qigong, to make people disbelieve, they first have to witness its miraculous effects. Once
everyone believes, the qigong masters are exposed as frauds. Afterward, except for a few staunch believers,
most people will think qigong is fake. Zhang Baosheng, Yan Xin, Zhang Xiangyu in China, and Song Qili in Taiwan
all used this method.
I thought to myself, 'Why listen to a madman's nonsense here?' The best way to stop him is
to ask him questions he can't answer. "What's your job in the organization?" "I'm
an S-level chief controller in the Men's Desire Satisfaction Group, mainly responsible for providing satisfactory sexual services to valuable people."
The topic of "sex" always piques my interest, and this was the first time I felt that chatting with Qiu Liang wasn't
boring. We talked all night, and for the vast majority of the time, Qiu Liang told me how to train special women , or women to satisfy men's special needs. It 　　was more exciting than anything you could see
in any erotic novel or XXX-rated movie . 　　 For example, a director at Mitsubishi Corporation in Japan liked women with the innocent face of a 12-year-old child 　　, but the mature body of a 32-year-old, shoulder-length hair, a virgin-like tight vagina, and the deep, 　　murmuring moans of Matsuda Katsuko. 　　 A Hong Kong film tycoon liked to have his goddaughter order her mother to lick her vulva while 　　his purebred German Shepherd, which he had raised since childhood, was penetrating her vulva. 　　 "What I eat, Afu eats too." Qiu Liang relayed the movie mogul's words. 　　 A Nobel Prize-winning physicist requested that a 16-year-old "real" 　　female flute student from the Juilliard School in New York be made to perform oral sex on him from behind the lectern while he gave an academic lecture to a professor at MIT 　　. 　　 "It's probably just an unrealistic teenage fantasy!" Qiu Liang said nonchalantly. 　　 Just listening to him describe the various scenarios made my penis hard. That was the first time I heard Qiu Liang speak 　　without refuting him; it was really exciting! Although another voice inside me told me that Xiao Guangdong was right. Qiu Liang 　　was a paranoid, a paranoid with paranoia, and I should really persuade him to see a psychiatrist 　　. 　　 I was really captivated by Qiu Liang's stories; he made me burning with lust, wanting to go out and rape the first 　　woman I saw, yet I couldn't bear not listening to these stories. I thought, if Qiu Liang were willing to tell me 　　these erotic and stimulating perverted stories every night, I would never find him annoying again and would be his best listener. 　　 We talked all night. After that, I never saw him again. 　　 Chapter Two: The Super Pimp "So, your job is like a pimp, a brothel owner, a slut, specializing in providing 　　women to men, then your status in the organization must not be very high." "You underestimate the influence of 'sex' 　　!" His expression made me feel like an ignorant first-grade student. 　　 "Think about it, how many major events in Chinese history have been influenced by women? The Shang Dynasty perished because of Daji, 　　the Western Zhou Dynasty perished because of Bao Si, and if it weren't for Cixi, China would still be under the rule of the Qing Dynasty. To put it more recently, 　　without Jiang Qing, there would have been no Cultural Revolution." "However..." Qiu Liang paused. "The Cultural Revolution 　　was a special plan by the S21 mass control group. Jiang Qing was lent to him. The plan spiraled out of control in its later stages, 　　so the organization just let go. I'll tell you about that next time." For reasons unknown, Qiu Liang meticulously listed 　　major events from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign; from the Trojan War and the Trojan Horse to the inside story of the Duke of Windsor's abdication of the throne. He 　　became increasingly excited as he spoke, as if he had orchestrated all of these events . 　　 "Men rule the world, women rule men," I originally intended to hang this phrase on the wall, but the organization's 　　upper echelons disagreed. No problem! I want all the group members to recite it every morning." Undoubtedly, Qiu 　　Liang regarded this phrase as the most important maxim for driving history forward. I really didn't want to listen to Qiu Liang lecturing me on history. 　　 "But your job is to listen to what kind of women those people want, then find those women and provide them with them 　　. Is that difficult?" "Not necessarily. Some are very simple, some are more difficult than you imagine." Qiu 　　Liang began to boast. 　　 "Let me explain the standard procedure first. First, before these people reach me 　　, they undergo evaluation by the organization's personnel assessment team to determine their level." "If it's a general level, 　　then they can only use the B-level service staff provided by our organization within the guesthouse. We have all kinds of 　　women, from 16-year-old high school girls to 60-year-old grandmothers. These women don't need special training; 　　you just need to make them obedient and let them have sex." "We have guesthouses all over the world. General level individuals 　　can only 'use' these services within the guesthouse; we don't accept lending them out. The guesthouses are very private and safe. Wait a minute," 　　Qiu Liang looked up and asked me, "You know about the Red Mansion, right?" "What Red Mansion?" I thought for a moment. "Oh! Is it 　　Lai Changxing's Red Mansion? You mean, Lai Changxing's Red Mansion is your guesthouse in China?" "Guangdong No. 　　35 Guesthouse." Qiu Liang happily corrected me. 　　 "Lai Changxing was originally the manager of the 21st Guesthouse in Hong Kong. He did a good job, so I promoted him to Guangdong 　　. Who knew this bastard wanted to run his own business on the side? He dared to secretly record 　　members of the Central Military Commission of China engaging in sadomasochistic acts without the organization's permission. This is unforgivable." "He caused me to miss out on the Best Leadership 　　Award that year, so when the action team was dealing with him in Canada, I personally cut off his testicles, mixed them with Lai Shuiqiang's testicles, 　　blended them into juice, and watched him drink it. You didn't see his face; it was really interesting." Qiu Liangfang

He laughed loudly; clearly, it had been a long time since anyone had listened quietly to his nonsense and agreed with him.
"And what about the women? How do you control them?" "Finding B-grade women is easy! Money usually
solves most problems. Sometimes, add a little threat, and they'll obey. You can't imagine
, most women can be bought with money.
Even so-called respectable women will agree if you can afford the price; few
can resist the temptation of money." "The first type of woman is professional-grade. We have
connections with many brothels, pornographic organizations, adult film actresses, strippers, bars, dance halls, saunas, and spas. These women have
great figures, looks, and are very cooperative. You don't need to spend too much money to get them lying on the bed, legs spread, vulva open,
waiting to be fucked." "Of course, you can use other positions too. It's all up to you, just
like spending tens of thousands of dollars on a high-class prostitute." "This type of woman isn't used very often. Some people like
women who make a living through sex, but most people prefer women with ordinary jobs. Like nurses, high school students, teachers,
college students, flight attendants, secretaries, models, police officers—those kinds of women." I feigned sudden realization
. "So you just have these professional women pretend to be students or nurses, that's really not difficult
." "Of course not! We're very honest." He shook his head vigorously, like someone selling counterfeit goods at a night market,
trying to assure customers that the watch on his wrist is a genuine Rolex 18k gold watch.
"Besides, finding these respectable women is very simple, not difficult at all!" "There are many
women in society who are short of money and 'work part-time,' but they're usually greedy; money isn't a problem for the organization.
But for secrecy, we can only pay a little more than the usual rate, not too much." “As long as these
women believe that their secret prostitution won’t be known to their families and colleagues, and with reasonable
payment, they’ll be very obedient.” “We’re very trustworthy. As long as they don’t raise prices, don’t ask for
tips, or ask questions they shouldn’t, we won’t circulate photos of them sucking dicks.”
“So, for your regular clients, you just let them have sex with a woman in the hostel
. I think that’s no different from how a company entertains its clients,” I said.
“Not just one woman. We only restrict the level, not the number. You can call a high
school girl, a teacher, and two policewomen, as long as they’re available.” “Last year, the trend was for
older women to have sex with younger women, young girls and mature women. That probably gives men the feeling of having sex with both a mother and daughter at the same time!
We don’t need to be too nice to regular clients. They don’t know about the organization, so this kind of arrangement is enough to satisfy them
. The real difficulty is with the high-level and top-level clients. They really know how to cause me trouble.” Qiu Liang smiled bitterly.
"We can't be too nice to ordinary customers, otherwise they'll notice the organization's existence. But
it's different with high-end customers. The organization requires us to meet all their needs, and these people are capable of having sex with any
woman, child, pregnant woman, mother-daughter pair, sister pair, or three generations of a family. Ordinary women simply can't satisfy
them! So we developed A-level service staff." "Training an A-level is difficult! Fortunately, we have a lot
of physical research data to refer to. Like the research data of Unit 731 in Northeast China, Auschwitz Jewish concentration camp.
It's getting harder and harder to find large-scale human research sites now. Now we only have
some research sites in the United States, the Middle East, and Africa." Qiu Liang started lecturing me on history again. I asked loudly, "
What exactly did you do to these women?" He was a little frightened by me. "Basically, we made them more suitable for sex."
"The basic A-level models have baby-soft skin, and virgin-like tight vaginas and anuses. Our doctors
will shorten and narrow their vaginas to ensure the man's glans can enter the cervix and enjoy the contraction sensation." "Next,
they must undergo sexual intercourse training, focusing on involuntary muscles like the vagina and throat. In this regard, Chinese
Qigong, Indian Yoga, and South Korean contortionism are very useful. They can cooperate with men in any position."
Qiu Liang smiled and said, "The moves that A-level waitresses can make would terrify an Olympic women's gymnastics gold medalist."
I asked, "How do you get them to do this?" "Whether they want to or not doesn't matter, as long as they
do it... " "That's good. Mind control is the most difficult. We've tried all sorts of methods—hypnosis, brainwashing, drugs
—but they only achieve one-time effects. What we need is long-term, permanent service. What's truly effective is religion
; only religion can have an internalized influence." "That sounds bizarre. Our training makes these women
physically exhibit all sorts of lewd reactions, like flushed faces, rapid breathing, and even squirting during orgasm! But
mentally, they're doing these things for a higher purpose. Only in this way can they
be repeatedly used and maintain a stable performance." I unconsciously fantasized about the
image of a perfect woman. They were beautiful, skilled in sex, and possessed a martyr-like spirit of sacrifice and dedication; no man could escape
such temptation.
"With women like these, you can control all the men in the world," I said enviously.
"No! You also need to solve the men's problem. I told you, the organization requires us to satisfy the needs of high-end clients
. Some people simply can't have sex. I remember in the 1980s, we developed
Blue 9 for President Reagan to completely solve this problem. There was no other way! He was just too old; ordinary aphrodisiacs
didn't work on him." Blue 9, that's easy to guess. I said confidently, "You mean the blue Viagra
pill, right?" Qiu Liang was pleased that I was immersed in his fictional world. "As soon as Reagan became President of the United States,
he expanded government spending and increased military spending, a large portion of which we used to implement Project Blue. Unfortunately,
he took too much and developed Alzheimer's disease. We warned him about the side effects." "Besides that
, we must satisfy the sexual fantasies of high-end clients. This requires the use of our psychological investigators. Our
investigators can deduce your deep sexual fantasies from your daily habits and actions. For example, if you
habitually cross your right leg over your left when sitting in a chair, it means you like anal sex. If you cross your leg while shaking your right leg..."
"That means you enjoy anal sex. This kind of research was already quite comprehensive during Freud's time." I quickly put my trembling
right leg down and continued listening to him.
"As the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have. People
are only sexually aroused by what they cannot have. High-class guests can have sex with almost any woman, so their sexual fantasies are particularly strange
." "We once converted a Japanese guesthouse into a school-like setting, allowing a former president of Toshiba to
have sex with female students anywhere in the school—on the playground, in the toilets, in the principal's office. He personally preferred to
'punish' female students in the classrooms. He liked to have a dozen or so female students line up with
their buttocks sticking out, while he fucked their anuses and stuck thumbtacks into their nipples. This caused us a lot of trouble! He left
blood everywhere, and it took our cleaners two whole days to clean it up." Next
, Qiu Liang began to list his various "great achievements," from how he
deeply hypnotized the mother and aunt of a South Korean Go prodigy, allowing the prodigy to hide behind the door and watch his mother and aunt perform homosexual acts;
to how he kidnapped the mother and daughter next door to the president of Harvard University, allowing the president to force the mother to use her fingers to spread open her daughter's
virgin vulva so that he could have sex with her.
Finally, unable to resist the stimulation of this sexual fantasy, I asked him, "So what special
mission are you doing now?" "I've retired. Living like this for too long would drive anyone crazy! So I decided to accept the organization's generous
early retirement plan. This is the second transition period; in another year, I can live a normal life. Everyone else
is drunk but I'm sober. The transition period is really tough. Nobody knows that this world is controlled by a great organization.
Nobody knows how this world works, nobody believes me, they won't even listen to me." "
Isn't it okay for you to tell me so much about the organization?" Qiu Liang gave me a slight smile and asked,
"Do you believe what I'm saying?" Although I didn't want to hurt him, I still shook my head.
"That's right! You won't believe me, and nobody else will believe you. Even if you do believe me
, so what? You still have a normal life to live. For ordinary people, the organization doesn't exist,
and you can't find any evidence to prove its existence. But... you can't tell anyone about these things.
The organization won't do anything to me, but it might not be so to you! I'm going back to my room to sleep. We'll talk again tomorrow." Qiu Liang turned and
left. He paused, then turned back to me and said, "Remember! The most painful thing is to be the only one sober when everyone else is drunk. Don't
forget that!!" I lay back on the bed, recalling the story Qiu Liang had told me, and drifted off to sleep. In
my sleep, I had one erotic dream after another. When I woke up, I discovered that I had had a wet dream! It was the first time I had had a wet dream since I was 13.
When I went to the living room, Xiao Guangdong told me that Qiu Liang had moved out.
Chapter Three: The New Tenant's Asshole After Qiu Liang moved out, life became much easier. At the dinner table, I no longer heard
Xiao Guangdong arguing loudly with him about meaningless issues. More importantly, a week
after Qiu Liang moved out, I started having sex and had sex with the new tenant's asshole.
The two women who came to see Lao Ding that day were sisters. They came to ask if there were any cheap
rooms nearby, but Qiu Liang had moved out without a word, and the two sisters moved into his vacant
room the next day.
The sisters were Chinese; the older sister, Yingying, was Lao Ding's classmate, and the younger sister, Xiaoru, had only arrived in England four days earlier and
was looking for a language school. Lao Ding was known for being overly helpful; if someone asked him for a favor, especially a pretty woman
, he would do anything for them. Without even asking us, he assured us that they could
move in, saying he would take care of everything. And just like that, we had two pretty girls in our room, which
made everyone very happy.
Girls are just different! As soon as they moved in, they started a thorough cleaning, sweeping the living room, kitchen, stairs,
and everything inside and out until it was spotless. Yingying, while scrubbing the toilet, exclaimed, "How can
anyone live in such a dirty place!" After eating the dinner I cooked the first night, the younger sister said she had nothing else to do and
would cook all three meals until she found a school. The next morning, the table was filled with congee, salted peanuts, scrambled eggs with vegetables,
stir-fried spinach, dried anchovies, and steamed minced meat with salted fish. As I walked down the stairs, I heard her calling from the kitchen,
"Everyone come home early tonight, we're making dumplings!" Old Ding, sipping his congee, remarked with emotion that
after so many years in England, he finally felt a sense of home. It all happened so naturally; it was
the sixth day since Yingying and Xiaoru moved in, and we held a welcome party for the two sisters on Saturday night. Everyone adored the two sisters
. The frugal young man from Guangdong, without hesitation, spent sixty-five pounds on two lobsters weighing over a pound each in Chinatown.
Old Ding, who cherished his treasured Jiannanchun liquor brought from China years ago, brought it out.
Everyone was happy that night. The next day was Sunday, and everyone drank freely. They
finished the bottle of Jiannanchun and still felt it wasn't enough. I even went outside and bought two bottles of whiskey. Everyone drank a lot, and
everyone got drunk.
I stumbled back to my room, went to bed without even taking off my clothes, and when I woke up, I found my older sister, Yingying,
lying beside me, and my younger sister, Xiaoru, curled up on a chair by the door. I checked that I was still dressed
and knew nothing had happened; they were probably drunk and had wandered into the wrong room. I gently moved, wanting to
get out quickly without waking them, and just as I was about to get out of bed, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my waist. Yingying looked
at me, her eyes burning with passion.
"Come on!" Countless thoughts flashed through my mind. I'd only known Yingying for less than a week, and I'd always been
very proper with her. How could something so good happen? She started taking off her clothes, throwing them one by one on the floor, half-sitting
on the bed, her chest thrust out.
"You know, you want it, and I want it too, come on!" Yingying rubbed her breast with her right hand,
pinching her nipple with her index finger and thumb, her legs spread wide, exposing her vulva in front of me, her left hand rubbing her clitoris downwards, moaning softly
. A beautiful woman lying on the bed, chest thrust out, legs spread, saying "Come on!" What else is there to say?
Go for it! Seeing me standing there motionless by the bed, Yingying crawled to the edge, pulled down my pants, and took my glans into her mouth,
sucking hard.
"So hard, come on! I can't wait." I pounced on her, grabbing my penis and shoving it into her vagina. Yingying,
like an octopus, spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging into my flesh.
"Oh~ fuck me, fuck me, harder! Fuck me harder..." I hadn't touched a woman since coming to England,
and I quickly ejaculated amidst Yingying's loud moans. Yingying released her hands, her cheeks flushed, and pounded
my chest.
"How could you be so fast! I was just starting to feel anything when you came." "Sister is so horny, of course he
exploded right away. Maybe a little stimulation can help him get up faster." Xiaoru's voice
sounded behind me; she had already taken off her clothes and was walking towards us.
Xiaoru pouted, looking aggrieved, and said, "Every time there's a new guy, you always play first, sister. Next time, wait for me, okay
?" "It's been so long since I licked sister's pussy. I love it when brother-in-law plays with sister and then eats the semen inside her pussy."
I sat on a chair by the wall, watching my younger sister play with my older sister's pussy. My younger sister's breasts were much bigger than my older sister's.
Xiaoru raised her buttocks, buried her head between Yingying's legs, and carefully licked the semen inside her pussy clean. She curled her tongue up and stuck it into her pussy,
scooping out the semen, then pressed her whole mouth against her vulva and sucked hard.
I could see the hollowing of Xiaoru's cheeks.
Yingying enjoyed her younger sister's service. She rubbed her breasts with both hands and shouted loudly, "Deeper...deeper...
oh~oh~oh~oh~lick deeper! Bite my clitoris, it feels so good...bite my clitoris, it feels so good~oh...oh~oh
~oh~oh don't stop! Harder...deeper..." I walked over, touched Xiaoru's buttocks, and
inserted my fingers into her pussy. Her vagina was wet, hot and juicy, and as my fingers stirred it, it quickly made a sound. She turned
to look at me: "Lick my vagina, my vagina is so itchy, lick my vagina." Xiaoru's vagina was a beautiful pink, the red
labia indicating that this seventeen-year-old girl was very fresh; not many people had used this beautiful pink vulva.
I pressed my entire face against this beautiful pink paradise, my tongue licking Xiaoru's vulva, the vaginal fluid gushing out so much
that it dripped onto the bed. Her vulva trembled, her buttocks raised high, welcoming my licking.
Yingying shouted, "So good... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ I'm going to climax! Lick me... Deeper
... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Lick my pussy harder!" Xiaoru moved her body away, and I forcefully thrust my hard penis into
Yingying's vagina, pumping vigorously. Her vagina was so wet, so slippery, so tight... "I'm going to heaven! Oh~ Oh~
Oh~ Oh~ Fuck me harder, so good... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Fuck my pussy harder, so good... so good
... I'm going to heaven... Harder, harder, oh~ Oh~" Yingying screamed, her eyes rolled upwards, her whole body
tensed, and clumps of flesh squeezed up inside her vagina, squeezing my penis until it hurt! Suddenly, her whole body
collapsed on the bed like a lump of mud, panting heavily.
Xiaoru: "You haven't ejaculated yet! One orgasm isn't enough for my sister. Come on, let's fuck her asshole again. She
likes to pass out from pleasure and then be woken up by anal fucking, then have a second orgasm. Come on! I'll help my sister wet her asshole
so it won't hurt and it'll be easier for you to fuck her." Xiaoru turned her sister over, put two pillows under her
waist, and made Yingying stick her buttocks up, displaying her two beautiful holes in front of me.
"My sister's asshole is pretty, isn't it!" Xiaoru licked Yingying's asshole with her tongue, her tongue
circling around the asshole. She spat a lot of saliva on the asshole and used her index finger to thrust in and out. Yingying was like a soft lump of dough,
letting her sister do whatever she wanted.
My penis was painfully hard, and regardless of whether Yingying's asshole was wet enough, I grabbed my penis, aimed the glans at the asshole,
and pressed it in hard. As soon as my penis entered, Yingying screamed, "It hurts! It hurts! My ass hurts so much! Don't fuck my
ass! Pull it out! Don't fuck my ass!" I ignored her and waited until my ass was loosened before thrusting hard.
Xiaoru lay in front of Yingying, legs spread, her vulva raised, playing with her clitoris in front of her sister.
"Sister, lick my pussy, don't scream, lick my pussy." I grabbed Yingying's waist and thrust hard. Xiaoru
's two big breasts swayed in front of me. She enjoyed Yingying licking her clitoris. With my hard thrusting,
Yingying quickly reached another orgasm. Xiaoru also screamed loudly under her sister's licking. Amid
the screams of the two sisters, I tightly hugged Yingying's buttocks, my penis deeply inserted into Yingying's rectum, ejaculating
deep into her rectum.
I held Xiaoru, kneading her big breasts with both hands; my tongue went into her mouth and intertwined with her tongue
. Yingying lay on the bed, still recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm. I was lying on the bed, holding the two sisters in my arms
. This was my first time having a threesome, and with two sisters no less! It was amazing! So amazing! I never
dreamed sex could be this stimulating.
I'd only known these sisters for less than a week, and I hadn't tried to seduce them—not because I didn't want to, but because I was too afraid
! Now they were lying on my bed. The older sister had just been anally penetrated, and the younger sister's tongue was swirling in my mouth
, sucking my saliva. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'm broke,
and not good-looking. I never even dared to dream of such a thing, but now these two sisters were lying beside me.
The best part was that I hadn't said a word, hadn't made any demands. These sisters
were doing my bidding, like they were their toys. And I loved this sex! It made me realize that
sleeping with my girlfriend before was just a routine, nothing special.
If this was a dream, I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to wake up. This was heaven,
the heaven every man dreams of, a sexual paradise! What I didn't know was that soon, this kind of sisterly intimacy
wouldn't give me much excitement anymore. After experiencing sexual abuse, mother-daughter intimacy, having sex with famous women, and all sorts
of bizarre sexual games, sleeping with a pair of sisters was like taking a walk in the park—just an
after-dinner pastime, lacking any thrill.
Regardless, it was Yingying and Xiaoru, these two sisters, who opened up all sorts of possibilities for my sexuality. I'll always
remember these sisters, even though our time together was only a few months.
"Sister, no! My throat's blocked, I can't swallow!" Xiaoru coughed loudly, spitting out my penis.
I came out and looked back at Yingying. Yingying's tongue was licking Xiaoru's high buttocks, making them
glisten with saliva.
Yingying pulled Xiaoru away, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her mouth. She swallowed the glans whole, then stretched
her throat and swallowed my penis inch by inch. Finally, she pressed her nose against my lower abdomen and swallowed my entire penis
, forcefully spitting it out, each time taking the glans all the way to the back of her throat.
It felt so good! I felt like I was about to ejaculate in Yingying's mouth, so I grabbed her hair and pulled it back
to stop her.
Yingying called her sister over. "Xiaoru, you need to practice more. The key is to
keep your mouth and throat in a straight line. Open your mouth and throat as wide as possible, and swallow hard until your nose touches your lower abdomen. Then close your lips
, being careful not to bite my penis with your teeth. Don't hold your breath; breathe deeply through your nose, and then slowly spit my penis
out. Remember! Swallow it in quickly, spit it out slowly, and don't forget to tighten your lips so he feels
good. Now, it's your turn to try." Xiaoru swallowed my penis again, swallowing hard until
the head of my penis was against her throat. I heard her breathing heavily; this time, she swallowed the whole penis. Suddenly, she
coughed loudly again, spitting my penis out.
"The head of my penis is against my throat, I feel like throwing up!" Xiaoru said to Yingying while coughing.
"Xiaoru, you've practiced a lot, you'll get used to it! Now it's my turn." Yingying straddled my waist, inserting the head of my penis
into her wet vagina, thrusting it vigorously against my lower abdomen. I grabbed her two
breasts, which were swaying in front of my eyes, and rubbed them hard. Xiaoru lay on top of me and kissed me, her heavy breasts rubbing against my
chest. Our tongues intertwined, her saliva was so sweet, I sucked on her tongue
until we were both out of breath before we separated.
"Eat my hole, stick your tongue into my hole, the deeper the better. Bite my clitoris, bite my
clitoris hard! Eat my whole hole into your belly." Xiaoru sat on my face, pressing her
vagina against my mouth. Her vagina was wet, making my whole face sticky. My tongue went deep into her vagina, licking
and teasing. She pressed down hard, wanting me to stick my tongue in a little more, my face was almost flattened.
"Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ So good, your cock is so hard! My pussy feels so good, oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ I'm
going to die, I'm going to heaven, oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ So good~ So good..." Yingying thrust against my lower abdomen,
half-squatting, her buttocks swaying vigorously up and down, my cock going in and out of her pussy, each thrust reaching
the deepest part of her.
Xiaoru leaned forward, grabbing her sister's breasts with both hands: "Sister, kiss me, sister, kiss me, oh~ Oh~
Oh~ Oh~ So good, my pussy is melting, bite my clitoris... oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ So good,
so good, sister, kiss me, oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Sister, kiss me..." Yingying leaned forward, the two sisters
kissing passionately, their tongues intertwined, saliva dripping onto my chest. Yingying and Xiaoru shouted excitedly, the two sisters
dancing wildly on my body. Yes! They were dancing a sex dance on my body. In an instant, pleasure filled
the three of us, connecting our bodies. We could feel each other trembling, joy
spreading from within, filling the entire room, growing stronger and stronger until it reached its peak, the whole world exploded
, and even ourselves ceased to exist.
This was my second ejaculation that day. Ever since Yingying and Xiaoru got drunk and slept with me, I
had been living in this sex paradise for a month. Every day was the same, endless sex; these two
sisters always had new tricks up their sleeves, making me forget everything else, without any questions, thinking only of sex, making
love, anal sex, oral sex, and fucking.
Deep down, I knew it couldn't be this simple, that there was no such thing as a free lunch. A pair of
sisters I'd only just met, who had gotten drunk and slept with me, and continued
this sexual relationship—I never dared to dream of such a thing happening to me.
I tried asking Yingying why she wanted to sleep with me. She always gave me the same answer.
"You want it, I want it too, everyone's happy, what's wrong with that?" This was obviously an excuse
, but I never pressed further. At the same time, Yingying would usually unbutton her shirt,
revealing her beautiful breasts, and put her nipples in my mouth. No one can speak with a nipple in their mouth
. I could have persisted in asking, but I loved this sexual relationship, and too many questions might
ruin everything. I had never experienced such a happy life. We made love all day long; our lives consisted of nothing
but eating, sleeping, and various sexual activities.
I knew very well that Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong knew about my sisterly relationship with Yingying. We made love everywhere, and Yingying and
Xiaoru's moans were loud enough to blow the roof off. The old wooden house in England wasn't very soundproof, so
it was impossible for Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong not to hear. They never said anything. That's how it is abroad; everyone comes and
goes, only temporarily gathering together. Everyone only cares about their own affairs and doesn't concern themselves with others.
And so, the whole house became our sex playground. These sisters had endless tricks up their sleeves
; they could do everything from oral sex and anal sex to breast sex, even mimicking lesbian acts of mutual licking of each other's genitals—
and they did it all so naturally. Having sex with them was incredibly enjoyable.
It wasn't that I'd never been with a virgin; I'd had a few girlfriends before, but sex with them was
always normal, very formulaic. My ex-girlfriends were cooperative in bed; I could ask them to do all sorts of positions, and they'd 　　comply.
Except for anal sex, none of them would let me have sex with them 　　 . I could tell from their expressions that they didn't like me moving their bodies around. They 　　only cooperated because they loved me and wanted to make me happy. Yingying and Xiaoru, these two sisters, 　　were completely different from my ex-girlfriends. These two girls were practically born for sex; whenever we 　　were together, they were constantly thinking about sex, and they had all sorts of different tricks… It had nothing to do with love.

Although Yingying and Xiaoru didn't say it, it was obvious that our relationship was only based on sex. I didn't
understand them, and they didn't want to know about me; all they did was keep having sex, sex, sex, sex
, sex, sex, sex! I had never lived like this before, and I never knew my body could
be in a state of arousal all day long. I ejaculated again and again under the stimulation of Yingying and Xiaoru, each time a different
experience, each time a different orgasm.
In this month, every sexual encounter we had was different; these sisters came up with all sorts of dirty and lewd
sex games. The younger sister, Xiaoru, liked to lick my penis and drink my semen. Every time I ejaculated, she would
scoop the semen out of her vagina and eat it. Sometimes she would suck the semen out of her older sister's vagina and then kiss her.
Watching my semen being spat back and forth between the two sisters' mouths was really interesting.
Recently, Xiaoru has become obsessed with swallowing penises; every time, she tries to swallow the whole penis, coughing until
her face turns red.
My older sister, Yingying, had a slight exhibitionist tendency. She liked to pull my hand inside her panties and touch
her vulva while we ate. After the meal, her panties would be completely soaked, leaving a puddle of vaginal fluid on the chair. After
everyone else went upstairs, we would have sex in the dining room without taking off our clothes. It was hilarious; the younger sister would keep watch at the bottom of the stairs
to see if anyone was coming down, while the older sister made love to me in the dining room—it was so exciting! Several times we had to stop halfway and
wait for Lao Ding to finish making tea and come upstairs before continuing.
It was a very enjoyable thing. Ordinary people would be immersed in Yingying and Xiaoru's bodies, enjoying this sexual
pleasure, just like me. What I didn't know was that soon after, I would no longer be an ordinary person, and you could even say that
I was no longer a normal person sexually.
I still miss that time. I knew nothing; my whole life consisted of having sex with these two sisters. My
philosophy teacher was right… ignorance is bliss.
Chapter Four: Red and Green. Life was so joyful, having sex with two beautiful women every day. Yingying and Xiaoru
moan softly beneath me every day, completely submissive to me. Since we started having sex, I haven't left
the house in ages; the outside world means nothing to me.
My room is perpetually filled with a lingering smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, semen, sweat, and vaginal fluids
. It's hard to believe I've become like this. Many things I used to want to do, or couldn't even imagine,
are now taken for granted, like eating dinner every day. Different sex games
are like deciding whether to have rice or noodles for dinner. Sigh! These sisters have corrupted me.
Now I don't just enjoy their services; I'm starting to enjoy directing them to do strange
things. For example, Xiaoru and Yingying used to do enemas in the bathroom without me watching. Now
, I insert anal plugs into their anuses every day, letting a liter of soapy water churn inside, seeing who can
endure it the longest.
This must have been incredibly painful, because I could see beads of sweat dripping from their plump buttocks, their anuses
bulging and gushing fecal matter. Yingying and Xiaoru must have endured it for a long time, only releasing when they couldn't hold back any longer. Then the whole process
was repeated, the sisters laughing as they performed enemas on each other, me inserting anal plugs until the gushing fluid was completely gone
. Throughout the entire process, they maintained smiles.
This was what troubled me the most. They didn't need to endure it, putting themselves through so much pain, and I didn't dare to actually
do anything to them. Yet Yingying and Xiaoru seemed to enjoy it immensely, showing no signs of pain whatsoever,
maintaining happy smiles the whole time.
How can I put it? These sisters weren't like real people; they were like electric
plastic dolls with batteries, capable of talking and moving. They understood all sexual acts, obeyed all my commands, neither refusing nor resisting, willingly
accepting, and always with smiles on their faces. Being with these sisters made me forget everything else in the world. All
I could think about were new ways to play with them. I spent far less time dressed than naked
! It all felt so unreal.
Yingying and Xiaoru, like fairies falling from the sky, suddenly appeared in my life. From then on,
the three of us stopped working, stopped going to school, and never went out. We did nothing but make love. It was
too perfect; such a thing couldn't be possible. They weren't shy, didn't get angry, didn't resist, and never questioned my
actions. To put it bluntly, they had no souls!
In the years that followed, I often thought back on it all. I admit, I knew very well from the beginning that there was
a problem. If I wanted, I could have simply kept asking them why I hadn't exposed them. Although
it was all fake, I preferred to live in that illusory world. I was afraid that if I asked, that
beautiful bubble would burst, Yingying and Xiaoru would disappear, and I would return to my mundane daily life.
The longer I dreamt, the better; I wished I never had to wake up.
From ancient times to the present, there is no feast that doesn't end, nor is there a dream that doesn't fade. That day, Yingying and Xiaoru were still in bed
, not yet awake, when Xiao Guangdong called me out for tea, saying it had been a long time since we'd spoken. Drinking tea was Xiao Guangdong
's only hobby; he was very particular about it. His teapot was an ancient Yixing purple clay pottery pot, and the tea was a special Hangzhou West Lake Baihao
pre-rain Longjing. The water he used was Canadian Arctic glacial mineral water. His tea-brewing technique was
somewhat similar to that of Taiwanese people drinking old-fashioned tea, but much more refined. Drinking tea with him was a very enjoyable experience.
The two of us sat in the dining room, drinking tea and chatting idly. I was afraid he would ask
about the sisters, Yingying and Xiaoru, but Xiao Guangdong didn't mention them at all, as if they didn't exist. Suddenly, Xiao Guangdong
became serious, stopped speaking, and stared at something behind me. Old Ding, who had come downstairs at some point, stood
behind me, also silently watching Xiao Guangdong. The two of them just stared at each other like that.
After a while, Xiao Guangdong lowered his head and poured two cups of tea. One cup was only a third full, and he placed it on my left.
The other cup was almost overflowing, and he placed it on my right. He looked up at me. I still didn't know what was going on. Old Ding had already
drunk the tea on my right. Then he turned the teacup upside down, pinched the bottom with his thumb and ring finger, and placed it on
top of the teacup on my left.
Then, he actually recited a poem: "The Violet River is always green, the mountains are full of blue, the general dismounts to inquire about feelings, leaning on Zhang Yi's courage
to offer sacrifices to the flag, laughing and revealing his loyal heart to carry wine, a million strong people enjoy the Milky Way, how can thousands of strong men be lonely, sitting alone with a lamp watching the evening on the pond, the
dim fame and fortune are now just green." Little Guangdong stood up, clasped his hands in a fist, "If I had known there was a hero of the Green Gang here, you would have painstakingly
guarded this loophole outside the door, even having two sisters pester him day and night to keep him from leaving. I only
wanted to ask him a few questions, but you didn't even give me a little face, insisting on revealing your identity and blocking my way.
Does the Green Gang disregard the rules of the underworld and want to overturn the 15-year-old history of my Hongmen in England?" Old Ding stepped forward and
stood face to face with Little Guangdong, "Brother, you are overthinking it. Our gang has always treated all heroes and bachelors with great respect. Back then,
when Mr. Sun Yat-sen was in charge of the Hongmen..." "The San Francisco Triads' 'Red Stick' faction has expanded its territory and established a solid foundation, wielding
considerable power—this is common knowledge. However, it's worth mentioning that when Mr. Sun Yat-sen
disembarked at Liverpool, he was immediately invited by imperial agents to spend several nights at the Qing Dynasty's embassy in London.
I've never heard anyone in the underworld say that Britain is the territory of the Hongmen." "A cup of tea is good, but words are hard to say. Just now, out of consideration for our shared underworld
background, I held back some face. If you don't appreciate it, fine, but you still blurted out the Hongmen's history from over a hundred years ago.
Does your esteemed gang truly believe that the Hongmen has no one left in Britain?" "Hongmen members are everywhere. Your esteemed gang has always been open to all, recruiting
disciples like Han Xin commanding his troops, indiscriminately accepting both good and bad, the more the merrier. Who dares say the Hongmen has no one? Although our Outer Three Halls, the Hall of Benevolence
, and the Eastern Pavilion's Prime Minister have retired from the underworld and become monks, there are still brothers..." " I'll stay by his side at all times. If this is to say I'm fulfilling
my duties as a host, yet I don't reveal my identity, this behavior truly conforms to the third of the seven major rules of the Hongmen for navigating the martial world: to be open and upright." "Others may not see through the scheme, but it 　　can't be hidden from me. Your esteemed gang's predecessor has been feigning madness
in this room for over a year, without revealing a single word. My Hongmen doesn't believe he's truly insane. If my actions are lacking 　　in integrity, why do you, as a fellow member of his gang, stay by his side without revealing your identity and addressing him as a fellow disciple, to reminisce 　　about our shared gang?" "Our gang's actions don't require guidance from fellow martial artists. Although our predecessor has left the sect, the bond remains. As 　　juniors, we naturally cannot disturb his peace." "Peace? We two unfortunate brothers have plenty of peace now. We 　　spend our days and nights guarding this gap outside the door, listening to his lewd sounds with those two sisters. The Hongmen, from heaven to earth... " " We can't find 　　your gang's mad predecessor, so I suppose your gang doesn't know his whereabouts either 　　. Otherwise, why would you bother having these two sisters keep him in the house?" "Speaking frankly is reasonable. Since you know our gang has invested, this man should naturally be 　　in our hands. Why are you blocking our way and refusing to let us pass?" "Just now, I kept saying he was an outsider, and that wasn't just 　　empty talk. He didn't go to the Green Gang's main hall to kowtow and burn incense. If we're talking about investing, 　　the house you and he are currently staying in is our Hongmen property. Our investment is no less than your gang's. This outsider is 　　the last person your gang's predecessors had ever dealt with. We can always get something out of him." I sat in the chair like a fool, 　　listening for a long time before I understood what the two of them were saying. It wasn't that I couldn't understand, but rather that this kind of dialogue should only appear 　　in martial arts novels. The Green Gang and the Hongmen, two major factions that have dominated the Chinese martial arts world for four hundred years, still exist today. 　　Qiu Liang is still the Grand Master of the Eastern Pavilion of the Outer Three Halls, Ti Ren Tang. Yingying and Xiao Qing were brought in by Lao Ding, who is also a 　　member of the Green Gang. 　　 Their conversation answered some of my questions, but also raised more. I wanted to ask questions, but I 　　couldn't get a word in edgewise. The worst part was that the target of these two gangs' struggle was me, and I had no idea 　　what was going on or what they wanted me to do. Undoubtedly, it was all related to Qiu Liang, but I didn't 　　take his crazy ramblings seriously at all; I didn't even remember what he had said to me. 　　 Because I needed background information for writing the novel, I had read some origin and historical documents of old gangs and 　　knew a little about the history of the Green Gang and the Hongmen. "Red flower, green leaf, white lotus root, the three religions were originally one family." In this 　　long-circulated saying in the martial arts world, red refers to the Hongmen, green to the Green Gang, and white to the White Lotus Sect. Among these three gangs, 　　the White Lotus Sect has the longest history, the Green Gang has the strictest organization, and the Hongmen has the most disciples. 　　 The origins of the White Lotus Sect can be traced back to the mid-Yuan Dynasty. It was a 　　religion that combined Buddhism, Manichaeism, Taoism, and various folk beliefs. Later, various sects emerged, such as the Ming Cult, Luo Cult, Yiguandao 　　, Hongyang Society, White Lotus Society, and Boxer Rebellion. Its doctrines were simple and easy to understand, readily integrating into the daily lives of ordinary people 　　. Therefore, it spread widely. Coupled with its worldly philosophy, it was 　　used to incite and promote unrest during periods of political turmoil and dynastic change. Its immense influence was evident in every upheaval. During 　　times of peace, it went underground to avoid capture by those in power. 　　 The Green Gang, also known as the Canal Gang, was originally a cooperative organization of sailors transporting salt and grain on the Grand Canal. During 　　the Qianlong era of the Qing Dynasty, with official tacit approval, the Green Gang obtained a monopoly on the North and South Grand Canals, thus expanding its power. At its peak, it was said that wherever 　　there was water and boats on the canals, there were Green Gang members, demonstrating its immense influence. Essentially, the Green Gang was a 　　labor union-like organization founded on economic factors. Compared to the other two gangs, it had less political ambition and 　　was less susceptible to suspicion and suppression from those in power. 　　 The Hongmen, also known as the Heaven and Earth Society, was an underground organization formed by Ming Dynasty loyalists to resist Qing Dynasty rule. Strictly speaking, 　　it was an alliance of anti-Qing organizations from various regions. The Shanghai Small Swords Society, the Sichuan Gelaohui, and the Guangdong Triads were nominally 　　part of the Hongmen system. 　　 A notable point is that, to avoid Qing Dynasty persecution, the Hongmen planned to establish 　　organizations abroad early on. Organizations such as the Hong Kong Sun Yee On, Sun Hop On, and the San Francisco Triads all originated from the Hongmen. Later, as the number of Chinese 　　immigrants overseas increased, its power grew even greater. Foreigners knew that the real management of local Chinatowns 　　was not by their own country's police force, but by local Chinese gangs. In other words, Chinatown was 　　a Chinese city independent of their home country. 　　 During the Qing Dynasty, the power of secret societies was unimaginable to modern people. They were essentially another form of underground government 　　, frequently clashing with the government. Examples include the Boxer Rebellion in Shandong, the Small Swords Society uprising in Shanghai, and the Triads' heavy financial support for revolutionaries in the United States 　　. It could even be said that secret societies were a major force in overthrowing the Qing Dynasty.

A short story illustrates the immense power of secret societies during the Qing Dynasty. Legend has it that
when Zuo Zongtang was pacifying the Hui Rebellion in Xinjiang, he discovered one morning during morning exercises that most of his soldiers were missing. Upon inquiring with his attendants, he learned that
the leader of the Qinglong Hall of the Heaven and Earth Society was passing through Ningxia, and the soldiers had all gone to see him off. To effectively manage his troops, Zuo
Zongtang had to join the society himself, establishing his own branch, thus ensuring the soldiers' obedience.
As the world changed, the government's ability to directly govern the people increased significantly, and the ancient secret societies gradually
declined. Today, these societies are reduced to shady dealings, smuggling, drug trafficking, and forcing women into prostitution; their organizations are loose,
untrustworthy, and devoid of their former power.
Listening to the argument between Little Guangdong and Old Ding, these long-buried memories gradually resurfaced. These events from a century ago
seemed to come alive before my eyes, as if I had returned to that ancient era. Just as I was recalling these events, Old Ding's
loud shout pulled me back to reality from my reverie.
"Since we can't reach an agreement, let's just part ways and start our own businesses." I came to my senses and saw Old Ding's left hand on
my shoulder, his right hand gripping a gun, the muzzle not pointed at Little Guangdong, but at my head.
"This room is Hongmen territory. I can't cheat you, but creating this loophole doesn't violate
the oath we made when the Seven Gangs and Eight Associations formed an alliance." Little Guangdong sat back in his chair and said calmly, "That won't scare me.
If you wanted to exploit this loophole, you could have done it already. You wouldn't have needed those two sisters to accompany him in his debauchery. This kid definitely
knows Qiu Liang's whereabouts. You think you can just part ways like this? Not so easy." He paused,
a strange smile appearing on his face. "Don't forget that you are currently in Hongmen's territory." Although I
can't set up a counter-Yin-Yang Five Elements illusion array in England , I still have the ability to protect myself. "I know the tea is 'Thousand-Day Intoxication,
' and the outside is 'Bone-Softening Powder.' You let me take the antidote first, but I won't drink the Hongmen's '
welcome tea' unprepared. Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve. Bring them on, I'll take them all." Old Ding's voice grew
louder and louder. He pressed hard on my shoulder with his left hand, and I almost screamed in pain. Then he released his hand, and
I fell backward like a lump of mud, the gun falling to the ground.
Little Guangdong picked up the gun and pointed it at Old Ding's forehead. "You overlooked the 'Awakening Fragrance' on his clothes. What's worse
, your gang issued the Green Bamboo Order this morning, asking all the Jianghu comrades to clean house. A true man acts with integrity.
There are no personal grudges involved in today's matter. Explain yourself clearly, lest you become a confused ghost on your way to the Yellow Springs." A gunshot rang out,
blood splattered on me, and Old Ding died. Xiao Guangdong pulled me upstairs, pushed open the door, and there lay Yingying and Xiaoru, still naked,
on the bed. He kicked Yingying, then with a flick of his right hand, revealed a gleaming dagger, which he plunged into Xiaoru
's buttocks. Blood gushed out, staining the sheets crimson.
Xiaoru didn't cry out in pain. She showed no fear whatsoever. The two sisters rubbed their eyes, looking at us curiously,
even with smiles on their faces. Xiao Guangdong unbuckled his belt, pulled out his penis, and nodded to Xiaoru, 'Come here
and suck it properly, I need to pee.' He turned to me and said, "These two girls are afflicted with the Xiangxi Paijiao Corpse-Transporting Puppet
Technique. Originally used to transport those who died far from home back to their hometowns, the victim obeys commands, possessing no soul, spirit, pain, suffering,
knowledge, or sensation, thus able to travel thousands of miles without fatigue. They are not hungry even without food. After the practitioner dies, the technique remains,
turning them into a living dead. After seventy-two full moons, white hair grows on their bodies, their eyes glow green, and they transform into zombies." "When used on a living person
, they appear no different from ordinary people, able to speak and laugh, eat and sleep, and obey the practitioner's commands." Like those
sisters, Old Ding ordered them to have sex with you, so whatever you asked them to do, they would happily
obey without any resistance. Now that Old Ding is dead, they're no longer controlled by the sorcerer, and they'll listen to anyone and
do anything. Watching Xiaoru's high buttocks with a dagger stuck in them, her head tilted back, mouth open, swallowing Xiao
Guangdong's urine, and then carefully licking his penis clean afterward, a pang of pain shot through me. So they really weren't
human; they were living, breathing humanoid toys. Yingying crawled to my feet and started pulling down my pants. I felt disgusted and
slapped her hard. Five red marks appeared on Yingying's face, but she still looked at me with a smile, as if waiting for my
command.
"You'll do anything, won't you?" Yingying nodded, her face still smiling despite the red marks.
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. Isn't what I possess every man's dream? Two beautiful
sisters, so devoted to me, willing to do anything, capable of anything, never tired, never afraid of pain, never fickle,
never bored with me—anyone who had these sisters should be content. Why, then
, am I not happy at all? It all seems so utterly absurd!
They are toys, robots that only obey commands. They can walk, laugh, and
bring me to orgasm in ways I can't even imagine. But they are not real people; they are toys. Suddenly, I feel so tired.
Watching Yingying try so hard to please me, I feel no interest whatsoever; my penis can't even get hard.
Perhaps it's because it's all so absurd! I quietly watch as Xiao Guangdong retracts his penis into his pants, pulls
the dagger from Xiaoru's buttocks, tells the two sisters to sit side-by-side on the edge of the bed, raise their heads, straighten their necks, and then slowly
slices the dagger across their necks. The sisters die on my bed, smiles on their faces, dead on my bed.
From this moment on, the real world crumbles! Everything I once knew no more; these two sisters
died before my eyes. I could dismiss Qiu Liang's words as utter nonsense, baseless
ramblings. I could also disregard Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong's conversation; who
knows if those century-old feuds are true or false? Heaven knows what grudge Xiao Guangdong held against Lao Ding that compelled him to kill him. I could even bury my head in the sand
and believe that Xiao Ru and Ying Ying slept with me because they liked me—all of this could be explained logically.
But now, these sisters are dead in my bed. I watched their throats slit, without resistance, without refusal
, obediently killed by Xiao Guangdong, smiles on their faces. Words are meaningless; now that I've seen Ying
Ying and Xiao Ru dead, what evidence do I need to prove another world truly exists? The dead can't lie forever
.
Whether that unknown world is the organization Qiu Liang spoke of, or the gang Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong were arguing about...
Now that I've stepped into this world, I can never go back to the familiar one. Thinking about the past, I
worry about what will happen next. I'm completely lost, not knowing where I am or
what I'm doing. When I come to my senses, I've changed my clothes and am sitting in the car, with Xiao Guangdong driving.
"Where are we going?" "We can't stay in London. We need to get to a transit point in London to see if we
can find a safe place to stay." "What transit point?" "King's Station, Platform 9?
. From there, we can change our identities and take a train to any corner of the world." Looking at the scenery rushing past the window
, it seems like I'm saying goodbye to my past. On the way to King's Station, I understand that I'm about
to enter another world, a world unknown to most.
Chapter Five: The End of the Journey…The Beginning of the Story "Where are we going?" The train we're on now
is heading to Birmingham Newtreet Station. Since leaving home, I've asked countless times
where we're going, but Xiao Guangdong hasn't answered a single question. He sleeps with his eyes closed, completely ignoring me.
We waited for over four hours in the café at King's Cross Station, changing trains three times. After this journey, I've
calmed down and can finally think about what happened and what I should do next. I
can't stay in England any longer. Yingying and Xiaoru had their throats slit and died in their bed, and Lao Ding was shot in the head
and died in the living room. Now I'm definitely being treated as a murderer; the police might already be searching for me everywhere. The only thing I can do
is stay with Xiao Guangdong. This is the most troublesome part—Xiao Guangdong completely ignores me. I
ask him again and again, but he just won't answer!
"What did you say? The London transfer station is at Platform 9? at King's Cross Station. Are we really going to
Hogwarts?" Little Guangdong finally opened his eyes and looked at me. "Hogwarts? How did you even think of that? You think
we're going to be Harry Potter's classmate! That was just a joke, but that book is really good. I've read it
several times. The author, Rowling, worked as a cleaner at King's Cross Station. She saw us people coming and going on the platform
and got the inspiration to write such a great book. It's truly an anomaly." "Train stations have always been
a good place to escape pursuit. These places are crowded with people and trains coming and going. You can just hop on any train, change a few times,
and you can get away from your pursuers. The Hongmen established a transfer station at King's Cross Station eighty years ago. Local Hongying bachelors
just need to go to the sixth pillar on Platform 9 and arrange three half-smoked cigarette butts in a triangular shape. The filters
should face the pillar, and the cigarette butts should face outwards. When the three cigarette butts are arranged in a triangular shape, it means someone will come to meet you." "
What does that have to do with Harry Potter?" I asked.
"After Rowling's divorce, she couldn't find a job. For a while, she worked as a cleaner at King's Station .
The older generation of the Hongmen were very old-fashioned, always wearing long robes and mandarin jackets. I guess Rowling must have seen too many strangely
dressed, oddly-looking old men and women wandering around in front of the pillars on Platform 9, and then she
wrote that scene into her novel." Seeing that Little Guangdong was willing to talk to me, I asked again, "Where are we going now?"
"I don't know until the person who's supposed to meet us arrives. Okay! Anyway, it's boring on the train,
so ask me anything you want." Full of questions, but not knowing where to begin, I thought for a moment, "
Is the omnipotent organization that Qiu Liang mentioned real?" Little Guangdong paused, seemingly thinking about how to explain this.
"There is an organization, but it's not as grand as Qiu Liang makes it out to be. Several major gangs in the underworld, like
the Hongmen and Qingbang (belonging to the Chinese), the Yamaguchi-gumi and Mitsui-gumi (Japanese), the Sicilian Mafia, the New York and Las
Vegas Mafia, and Colombian drug cartels, had an agreement twenty-five years ago to cooperate and
divide territories through coordination, thus avoiding disputes and feuds. This is
the origin of the so-called 'Seven Gangs and Eight Associations Alliance.'" "Throughout history and across the world, wherever there are people, there will be organized crime. Society always
has dark corners, governments always have dirty secrets they don't want the public to know, and powerful people always have
peculiar desires. All of these rely on us to achieve them; the existence of organized crime is inevitable." "Of course!" I said...
"The real gangs are not those thugs who run gambling and prostitution rings; those hooligans aren't even peripheral organizations. Real old
gangs are strict about recruiting members, upholding integrity and keeping promises. In modern society, gangs must be secrets unknown to the general public
to survive in the long run." I asked, "What's wrong with Qiu Liang?" "He's gone mad. Qiu Liang is
a very senior member of the Green Gang, specializing in providing women to powerful figures from various countries. He's incredibly skilled at training women;
no matter what strange requests they make, Qiu Liang always has a way to fulfill them. He has a great reputation in the underworld.
For a time, all the women in this business were trained by Qiu Liang. This
guy is very arrogant, calling himself the 'Chief Controller of the Men's Desire Satisfaction Group,' but he's nothing more than a pimp."
"After Qiu Liang went mad, no one could find the data on the women under his control, and no one knew his methods of training them.
Many regular customers complained, and it caused a lot of trouble. For example, US President Clinton liked to
perform oral sex in the Oval Office of the White House. Originally, this was arranged by the Mafia, with women trained by Qiu Liang serving Clinton.
He couldn't find Qiu Liang's women, and being desperate, he had to just call any fat and ugly female intern, Monica,
to perform oral sex on him. It served him right that he got into trouble." "Old Ding and I both work in the same women business, so we're Qiu Liang's juniors.
Neither of us believed he was crazy, but..." He was spouting nonsense, half-truths, and we couldn't get any information out
of him. Now he's gone again, and you're the only clue you can find." I shouted, "But I don't know anything! Qiu Liang
didn't tell me anything!" "Well, let's try anything, even if it's a dead end! Maybe Qiu Liang told you, but you don't know
what it means. Maybe he put a needle in you; if we know which acupoint it is, we can solve the mystery
. He has many tricks up his sleeve; we'll study them carefully when we get there." I was speechless, with nowhere else to
go. What choice did I have but to follow Xiao Guangdong?
The clerk selling snacks and drinks at the back of the carriage pushed his cart over, and Xiao Guangdong bought a cup of coffee, a can of
cola, and two sandwiches. I opened the paper bag containing the food and found two passports and two
Eurostar train tickets to Paris.
Little Guangdong opened his sandwich and glanced at the small piece of paper sandwiched between the ham and cheese.
"The higher-ups have decided to send us to France. You'll be my assistant, and if you perform well, you can join the gang." He
tossed me a passport. From that moment on, I was a French citizen of Chinese descent, my Chinese name being Zhang Zhenming.
There was no choice; this world could no longer accept me. The train moved forward, and I knew that at
the end of my journey, I would enter another world, a dark world.
[Epilogue]
This is a true story, everything is real, everything is my personal experience. All the names of people and places
are real. The three people who died are even more real! I spent a long time recalling and writing all of this down.
Every line of dialogue in the text is a faithful transcription, every scene is real.
The Xiangxi Paijiao Corpse-Transporting Puppet Technique is also real; I learned it in France. It's a
method combining qigong, acupuncture, drugs, and hypnosis to control the human body? It's very effective against disobedient women.
This world is completely different from what you imagine. Nations are nothing. Actually, Qiu Liang is right.
To a certain extent, the real rulers of this world are our Seven Gangs and Eight Associations Alliance. The governments of major countries all
need our help. Small countries like Myanmar, Laos, Cambodia, and Colombia are completely under our control.
I sent these notes to my former roommate, Schentw. He didn't believe me, saying he needed to see
evidence before he would believe it. What's the problem? Just show him Qiu Liang's notes, let him
sleep with his economics professor, Lin Qing, for one night, and Schentw will believe it.
My life is very happy now. I train women every day; it's very challenging. I'll tell you more when I have time. However
, that's another story, Zhang Zhenming's story, a story about a dark world.
[Supplement to the Real World]
Have you ever doubted whether news reports on TV and in newspapers are fake? Have you ever doubted
whether governments lie to the people? Have you ever suspected that the reasons for many things are not as simple as they seem, but that
there are other dark secrets unknown to outsiders?
I'm schentw, and I want to clarify first that I didn't write *Real World*. Except for the introduction,
which is based on my personal experience, the rest was provided to me by the author via email.
I know everyone in the story; in fact, the six of us lived together. My girlfriend and I lived
in the room opposite Qiu Liang's, and every night we ate with Lao Ding, Xiao Guangdong, Qiu Liang, and the author. After Qiu Liang moved out
, Yingying and Xiaoru moved in, and my girlfriend pressured me to move out, probably afraid I'd be seduced by those two sisters.
Qiu Liang was just as the author described—always holed up in his room, very talkative at meals, and with
his own unique opinions on everything. Nobody believed him; nobody took him seriously. I don't
remember Xiao Guangdong and Lao Ding much. They seemed to work at a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown; they were inseparable,
always together.
The author of *Real World* is a student who said he writes novels in his spare time, but hasn't earned much
money. He was the only person Qiu Liang could really get along with. Every night after dinner, the two of them would chat in the dining room
until very late. Not long after Qiu Liang moved away, my girlfriend and I also moved, so I only saw Yingying and Xiaoru a few times
. Those two girls were really beautiful, very kind, and always had a smile on their faces.
My girlfriend and I were taking classes at City University London. The professors were very demanding, and there was a lot of homework! My English wasn't
very good, so studying was exhausting, and I didn't have much contact with other people. After moving, I lost contact with those people from before
; that's how it is for everyone studying abroad.
When I received the email from the author, I was really shocked! He said it was true, and
the names and places were familiar, but the content was unbelievable.
I tried to contact Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong, but their phones were all disconnected. Returning to my old apartment, everyone
had moved away, and the new tenants didn't know where they had moved to.
This is also normal; everyone abroad is essentially homeless, coming and going. Even now, I still
think that if I hadn't forced the author to provide evidence, my life wouldn't be like this.
He sent me a booklet and told me to handle it. The booklet listed the names, phone numbers, occupations, contact information, characteristics, and ranks of 233
women of all kinds. The last page read: "No contact without the individual's
consent; violators will be executed without mercy. Qiu Liang, recorded in London." I flipped through the pages, like
looking at a brothel catalog. When I reached page 135, I was stunned. Lin Qing; my beautiful professor—
she was on the list. I knew her well because we were the only two in the entire economics department who could speak Chinese. We
often chatted in her office. She told me that during the June Fourth Incident, she was
one of the student leaders protesting in Tiananmen Square. After the incident, she went into hiding, eventually escaping to England with the help of the Hong Kong underworld.
It's remarkable that a young woman like her could achieve such success alone in a foreign land. I couldn't resist the temptation. When Lin Qing
welcomed me into her home like a happy newlywed wife, served me dinner, and slept with me, I decided to
post the article the author had sent me on an erotic literature website, as he had instructed.
That night, following the address in the pamphlet, Lin Qing acted as if she didn't know me as her student,
yet on the other hand, she was as natural as my wife of many years. I was completely confused, not understanding why
she had changed so much. She knelt down at the door to give me oral sex, let me penetrate her anus on the dining table, and
licked my entire body on the bed. Lin Qing remained naked all night, letting me do as I pleased.
Because of this, I lost my girlfriend of six years, whom I was considering marrying. I regret it a little, but
who can I blame? It was my own fault for succumbing to temptation. Dear readers, if you find any
parts of the article a bit disjointed or unclear, it's because I've
removed the parts about me and my girlfriend from the "Real World" article. I need to protect my privacy!
To date, I don't fully believe what the author says. His evidence isn't sufficient
. There are too many possibilities in this world. He says that a global criminal organization controls it.
That's reasonable, but we can't deny the existence of other possibilities.
The only thing I'm certain of is that the world isn't as simple as we imagine; in other words, I
only know it isn't something, but I have no way of knowing what it is. I'm curious how many people will doubt
all of this? How many people will be interested in it? After all, people read erotic novels for stimulation,
not to rack their brains thinking about seemingly non-existent facts, so a low response is to be expected!
I don't know why the author sent me this article, nor why he wanted me to publish it
. To be honest, I don't want to know; his world is too far removed from mine. The author has a name now
! His name is Zhang Zhenming, and he's supposedly in France. I don't know when I'll receive new stories.

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