The Real World

Introduction
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 will 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 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. "Keep practicing."
Watching her retreating figure, 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 type
Specialties: Cooking, home management, oral sex.
Level B
Location: London 12th Guesthouse, Room, 13th Silverstore,
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: "Yesterday's Vietnamese food 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 food 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."
"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 it 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 pinned Lin Qing to the dining table and forcefully thrust my penis
inside. It was the warmest I'd ever tasted. Clumps of flesh pushed against me, 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 uncontrollably
, wanting only 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 pile of liquid on the table, a mixture of sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid. She didn't say anything, just licked it
clean.
She went back to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of rock sugar, white fungus, and bird's nest soup. I sat in a chair and watched her, naked,
clean up the dishes on the floor.
As I ate the bird's nest, I suppressed my urge to have sex with Lin Qing again, reflecting on how it all started. Would I ever
see Qiu Liang again? Was he still alive? I ignored his warnings and took this step. What would happen next
?
Interestingly, it all stemmed from an old, tired debate: "Why was Kennedy assassinated?"
Chapter One: The Death of Kennedy
. Qiu Liang was the best friend any novelist could hope for, even though he was really annoying. We
had countless arguments, covering everything from politics, economics, culture, sports, music—you
could hear anything you couldn't imagine from him.
We were very good friends; very, very good friends, but I never really understood him. I didn'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. One day he'll curse someone as a "bastard
," the next he'll say "we're so-and-so," one moment he'll say "fuck your mother," the next he'll say "fuck your mother." You really can't tell
where he's from.
Qiu Liang often talks about his colorful past, but the content is highly questionable. According to him, 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 is omnipotent.
If you start to question what he says, because the timeline doesn't make sense—for example, no one can
simultaneously sell shapewear at Sincere Department Store in Shanghai and be an assistant director of Category III films in Chicago—
Qiu Liang will tell you that 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 England and lived off the British government's 50 pounds a month 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 was usually
the most talkative at the table, discussing his past, his views on world affairs, and telling us secrets he knew and
conclusions he had carefully considered. Inevitably, almost every time he would argue with everyone until they were red in the face
, and the meal would end badly.
Basically, I'm a skeptic; I doubt everything that's worth doubting. A novelist
must fundamentally 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, then I would seriously discuss this with you. After all, these are all possible scenarios
. But Qiu Liang's claims are unimaginable!
According to him, the aliens in the MIB movies are fake, but the entire organization
and the memory eraser are real. The Gulf War didn't happen for oil; it happened because Hollywood
needed big scenes for its films, paying the US and Iraqi armies to stage a battle, and
no one from either country died during the entire process. Zhang Baosheng really did have special abilities, but because he violated the taboos of cultivators during the Lunar New Year
by eating twelve extra mutton dumplings, the Special Abilities Research Association decided to take back 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 bored 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 weirdo cured. 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, and the others had to hold them back. 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 had a super-rich imagination,
capable of giving me strange associations, and, as long as he wasn't too annoying, he was actually a very good friend.
But that didn't change the unfortunate fact. Qiu Liang was a paranoid, and a paranoid with delusions
.
That night, Xiao Guangdong, Lao Ding, Lao Ding's two friends, and I were watching TV in the living room. The show
was Oliver Stone's "Who Killed Kennedy." I'd seen this movie twice, but Lao Ding had
some friends over, and I felt bad leaving, so I sat and chatted with them. Qiu Liang probably heard some noise downstairs; he went down to
look, glanced at the scene, said nothing, and then turned and went back upstairs.
Xiao Guangdong still remembered the 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! People with delusions are most afraid of being called liars; this is going to be good."
Sure enough, Qiu Liang turned and rushed downstairs, shouting, "Kennedy
was killed because he insisted on having two things to himself, not following the organization's rules!"
Lao Ding's two friends had never seen anything like this before and didn't know what to do. Afraid that the situation would get out of control, I pulled
Qiu Liang to my room to sit down.
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 by offering the Vietnam War as a condition for the CIA to assassinate 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, every decision, has to go through the organization. From whether or not there should be a famine in Ethiopia, to
the winner of the Best Actress award at the Hundred Flowers Awards, it's said the organization can decide whether you have rice or noodles for lunch. The organization is omnipresent,
omniscient, and omnipotent.
I said, "I've seen this kind of 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. Now X-Files' ratings are getting worse and worse, proving that the public's immunity to this topic
is getting stronger. Once the public loses interest in this kind of topic, no one will believe that
a secret government exists in this world anymore."
In fact, it's not just X-Files; many news reports, movies, stage plays, novels, music, comics, secretly filmed
DVDs, the election of betel nut beauties—all are smokescreen operations carefully designed by the organization's mass control group.
For example, qigong: to make people disbelieve qigong, first they must let people see the wonders of qigong with their own eyes. Once
everyone believes, then these qigong masters are exposed as frauds on the spot. Afterwards, apart from a few staunch believers
, most people would think that qigong was 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 spouting nonsense? 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 director controller in the Men's Desire Satisfaction Group, mainly responsible for providing satisfactory sexual services to
valuable people."
The topic of "sex" always piqued 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 in general, to satisfy men's special needs. It 　　was more exciting than anything you could see
in any erotic novel or adult film . 　　For example, a director at Mitsubishi Corporation in Japan likes women with the innocent face of a 12-year-old child 　　, but the mature body of a 32-year-old, shoulder-length hair, a tight, virgin-like vagina, and the deep, 　　murmuring moans of Matsuda Katsuko. 　　A Hong Kong film tycoon likes to have his goddaughter order her mother to lick her vulva while he's having sex with her, while 　　his purebred German Shepherd, whom he's raised since childhood, is having sex with the mother's vulva. 　　"What I eat, Afu eats too," Qiu Liang relayed the film tycoon'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 designed to perform oral sex on him while he gives an academic lecture to a professor at MIT, hiding behind the lectern 　　. 　　"It's probably just a sexual fantasy that can't be realized during adolescence!" Qiu Liang said nonchalantly. 　　Just listening to him describe various different 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 paranoid delusions of sexual perversion, and I should really persuade him to see a psychiatrist 　　. 　　I was truly captivated by Qiu Liang's stories; he made me burning with lust, wanting to rush 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 sexual stories every night, I would never find him annoying again and would be his best listener. 　　We talked all night long. After that, I never saw him again. 　　Chapter Two: The Super Pimp 　　"So, your job is like a pimp, a brothel owner, a prostitute, 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 elementary school 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 because of Bao Si, and without Empress Dowager 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 mass control group S21. 　　Jiang Qing was lent to them. The plan spiraled out of control in its later stages, so the organization abandoned it. I'll 　　tell you about that next time." 　　For some reason, 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 himself. 　　"'Men rule the world, women rule men,' I originally wanted to hang this sentence 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 sentence 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, while others are more difficult than you can imagine." Qiu Liang began to show pride. 　　"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, 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 staff can only 'use' these services within the guesthouse 　　; we don't accept lending 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 Guesthouse No. 35," 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 that 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 Liang laughed loudly. Clearly, it had been a long time since anyone had quietly listened to his nonsense and even 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 as long as you can afford the price; few people 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 her lying on the bed, legs spread, vulva open, waiting to be fucked. Of course,
other positions are possible too. It's all up to you, just like spending tens of thousands of dollars to play with a high-class prostitute."
"This type of woman isn't very popular. Some people like women who make a living through sex, but most
people prefer women who have ordinary jobs. Like nurses, high school students, teachers, college students, flight
attendants, secretaries, models, police officers—that kind of woman."
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 in his hand is a genuine Rolex 18k gold watch.
"Besides, finding these respectable women is very simple, not difficult at all!"
"There are already many women in society who are short of money and work part-time outside, but they are usually quite
greedy; money isn't a problem for the organization. However, for secrecy, we can only pay a little higher than the usual rate, not
too much."
"As long as these women believe that their secret prostitution won't be
known to their families or colleagues, and with reasonable compensation, they will be very obedient."
"We are very trustworthy. As long as they don't raise prices, ask for tips, or ask inappropriate questions
, we won't circulate photos of them sucking penises."
"So, for your ordinary clients, you just let them have sex with a woman in the hostel. I think
it's no different from a regular company entertaining clients," I said.
"Not just one woman. We only have restrictions on rank, not quantity. You can call a high
school girl, a teacher, and two policewomen—anyone who's available."
"Last year, the trend was 'older woman/younger woman pairings,' with teenage 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 customers; they don't know about the organization. This kind of arrangement is enough
to satisfy them. The real challenge is with high-ranking and top-tier customers; they really know how to cause me trouble."
Qiu Liang said with a wry smile.
"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! That's why 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 from Unit 731 in Northeast China, Auschwitz Jewish concentration camp. It's getting
harder and harder to find large-scale human research sites 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 sexual intercourse." "
The basic type of A-level has baby-like delicate skin, a virgin-like tight vagina and anus. Our
doctors will shorten and narrow their vaginas to ensure that the man's glans can enter the cervix and enjoy the feeling of contraction."
"Next, they must undergo sexual 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 said with a smile. "The moves that an A-level waitress can make would
scare an Olympic women's gymnastics gold medalist to death."
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. Mind control is the most difficult. We've
tried all sorts of methods—hypnosis, brainwashing, drugs—but they can only achieve one-time effects. What we want
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 have all sorts of lewd physical 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 used repeatedly and consistently
."
I unconsciously imagined the image of a perfect woman in my mind. They are beautiful, skilled in sex, and possess a martyr
-like spirit of sacrifice; no man can resist their allure.
"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-class clients
; some are simply incapable of sex. I remember in the 1980s, we catered to President Reagan..."
" Only by issuing the male-specific Blue No. 9 could this problem be completely solved. There was no other way! He's just too old; ordinary aphrodisiacs
don't work on him."
Blue No. 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." "
In addition, we must satisfy the sexual fantasies of our high-end clients. This requires the use of our team's 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, it means you like being anally penetrated. This kind of research was already quite complete in Freud's time."
I quickly put my shaking 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 that cannot be stolen. People
are only aroused by what they cannot do. High-class customers can have sex with almost any woman, so their sexual fantasies are particularly strange
."
"We once converted a Japanese guesthouse into a school, allowing a former president of Toshiba to
have sex with female students anywhere in the school, whether on the playground, in the toilets, or in the principal's office. He personally preferred to
'punish' female students in the classrooms. He liked to make a dozen or so female students line up with their buttocks sticking out, and while he was having sex with
their anuses, he would insert 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 up the bloodstains."
Qiu Liang then 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 vagina 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 a wet dream! It was the first time I 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 beautiful 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 more beautiful 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 from China, brought it out.
Everyone was happy that night. The next day was Sunday, and everyone drank to their hearts' content. They
finished the entire 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 sister Ying...
Ying lay beside me, while my younger sister, Xiaoru, was curled up on a chair by the door. I glanced at myself; I was still dressed
, knowing nothing had happened. They were probably drunk and had wandered into the wrong room. I shifted gently, wanting to
get out quickly without waking them, and just as I was about to get out of bed, a hand reached out and grabbed my waist. Yingying looked
at me, her eyes burning with desire.
"Come on!"
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind. I'd only known Yingying for less than a week, and I'd always been very respectful to 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 thumb and forefinger, her legs spread wide, exposing her vulva in
front of me, her left hand rubbing her clitoris, moaning softly. A beautiful woman lying on the bed, chest thrust out,
legs spread, saying "Come on!" What more could I say? Go for it! Seeing me standing motionless by the bed,
Yingying crawled over, pulled down my pants, and took my glans into her mouth, sucking hard.
"So hard, come on! I can't wait any longer."
I pounced on her, grabbing my penis and shoving it into her vagina. Yingying spread her legs like an octopus, wrapping 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 amidst Yingying's loud moans, I quickly ejaculated. Yingying
released her hands, her cheeks flushed, and pounded my chest.
"How could you be so fast! I was just starting to feel anything, and 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
slippery, and as I stirred it with my fingers, 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, and not
many people had used this beautiful pink vulva. I pressed my whole face against this beautiful pink paradise, my tongue
licking Xiaoru's vulva, the lustful fluid gushing out of her vagina dripping onto the bed. Her vulva trembled, her buttocks raised high,
welcoming my licking.
Yingying shouted loudly: "So good... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ I'm going to orgasm! Lick me... Deeper
... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Lick my vagina 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, it feels so good... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Fuck
my hole harder, it feels 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 so hard it hurt! In an instant, 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, fuck her asshole again, she
likes to pass out from orgasm and then be woken up by fucking her asshole, then have a second orgasm. Come on! I'll help my sister wet her asshole,
so it won't hurt her 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 so pretty, isn't it!" Xiaoru licked Yingying's asshole with her tongue, her tongue
circling around it. She spat a lot of saliva onto her asshole and thrust her index finger 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 her asshole,
and forcefully pushed it in. As soon as the glans went in, Yingying screamed, "It hurts, it hurts! My asshole hurts so much, don't fuck my
asshole! Pull it out! Don't fuck my asshole!" I didn't care about her, and once her asshole was loose, I thrust in and out vigorously.
Xiaoru lay in front of Yingying, spread her legs, and raised her vulva, playing with her vagina in front of her sister.
"Sister, lick my pussy, don't scream, lick my pussy."
I grabbed Yingying's waist with both hands and thrust hard. Xiaoru's two big breasts swayed in front of me. She enjoyed Yingying
licking her pussy. 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, intertwining with her tongue
. Yingying lay on the bed, still recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm. Holding the two sisters in my arms on the bed
, this was my first time playing a 3P with someone, and it was with two sisters. It was awesome! So awesome! I never
dreamed that sex could be so exciting. I had
known these two sisters for less than a week, and I hadn't seduced them, not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't dare to
! They're lying on my bed now. I just finished anally fucking the older sister, and the younger sister's tongue is swirling in my mouth.
She was moving, sucking my saliva. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was broke,
not good-looking, and 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 or made any demands throughout the entire process. These sisters
were directing me, 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 wanted to wake up. This was heaven,
the heaven every man dreams of, a sexual paradise! What I didn't know was that soon, this sister-in-sex
situation wouldn't give me much excitement anymore. After experiencing sadomasochism, mother-daughter sex, sleeping with famous women, and all sorts of
bizarre sex games, sleeping with a pair of sisters was like taking a walk in the park—just an
after-dinner pastime, nothing exciting.
Regardless, it was the sisters Yingying and Xiaoru who opened up all the possibilities of my sex life. I will always
remember these sisters, even though our time together was only a few months long.
"Sister, no! My throat is blocked, I can't swallow it." Xiaoru coughed loudly, spitting out my penis
and turning to look 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.
That 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 and spit it out slowly. Don't forget to tighten your lips; that's how he'll feel
pleasure. Now, it's your turn to try."
Xiaoru swallowed my penis again, swallowing hard until the head of my penis touched her throat. I heard her
breathing heavily; this time, she swallowed the entire penis. Suddenly, she coughed loudly and
spat out my penis.
"The head of my penis is touching 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 all three of us, connecting our bodies. We could
feel each other trembling, pleasure spreading from within, filling the entire room, growing stronger and stronger,
until finally reaching 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, 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. Yingying and
Xiaoru's moans were so loud they could blow the roof off. The old wooden house in England wasn't very soundproof, and Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong...
Dong couldn't possibly have missed it. They never said anything; that's how it is abroad—people come and
go, only temporarily gathering together, each minding their own business and not meddling in others' affairs.
And so, the whole house became our three-person sex playground. These sisters had endless tricks up their sleeves
; oral sex, anal sex, breast sex, even performing lesbian acts of mutual licking of each other's genitals—they could do it all,
and they did it very naturally. Making love with them was a very enjoyable experience.
I'm not a man who's never been with a woman's virginity; I've had a few girlfriends before, but making love with my girlfriends was
very normal, very formulaic. My previous girlfriends were cooperative in bed; I could ask them to do various positions, and
they would comply with my wishes. Except for one who would let me do anal sex, my previous girlfriends would agree to
any reasonable request I made in the bedroom.
I could tell from their expressions that my girlfriends didn't like me moving their bodies around. They
only agreed to these requests because they loved me and wanted to make me happy. Yingying and Xiaoru, these two sisters,
were completely different from my previous girlfriends. These two girls were practically born for sex. Whenever we
were together, they were constantly thinking about sex and had all sorts of different tricks up their sleeves…
It had nothing to do with love. Although Yingying and Xiaoru didn't say it, it was obvious our relationship was solely
based on sex. I didn't understand them, and they didn't care about me; all they did was keep having
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 constant arousal. I ejaculated again and again under Yingying and Xiaoru's stimulation
, each time a different experience, each time a different orgasm.
In this month, every sexual encounter was different; these sisters came up with all sorts of dirty and obscene
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 into the mouths of the two sisters was really amusing.
Recently, Xiaoru has become obsessed with swallowing penises; she tries to swallow the whole thing every time, coughing until
her face turns bright red.
My older sister, Yingying, has a bit of an exhibitionist tendency. She likes to pull my hand inside her panties and touch
her vulva while we eat, leaving a wet patch on the chair afterward. After
everyone else goes upstairs, we'll have sex in the dining room without taking our clothes off. It's hilarious; the younger sister keeps watch at the bottom of the stairs
to see if anyone comes down, while the older sister makes love to me in the dining room—it's so exciting! Several times we had to stop halfway through and
wait for Lao Ding to finish making tea and come upstairs before continuing.
It's incredibly enjoyable; ordinary people would immerse themselves in the bodies of Yingying and Xiaoru, enjoying this sexual
pleasure, just like me. What I didn't know was that soon after, I would no longer be an ordinary person, or even
sexually normal.
I still miss that time. I knew nothing; my whole life consisted of having sex with those 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 would moan
softly beneath me every day, completely obedient to me. Since I started having sex, I hadn't left the house in a long time; the outside world
was completely unimportant to me.
My room was always filled with a smell mixed with cigarette smoke, alcohol, semen, sweat, and vaginal fluid, which just
wouldn't dissipate. It's hard to imagine I've become like this. Many things I used to want to do, or couldn't even imagine,
have now become commonplace, like having dinner every day. Different sex games are like
deciding whether to have rice or noodles for dinner. Sigh! Those two sisters have corrupted me.
Now I don't just enjoy their services; I'm gradually starting to enjoy directing them to do some strange
things. For example, Xiaoru and Yingying used to give each other enemas in the bathroom without letting me watch. Now,
every day I insert anal plugs into their anuses, letting a liter of soapy water churn inside their intestines, seeing who can endure
it the longest.
It must be incredibly painful, because I can see beads of sweat appearing on their plump buttocks, their anuses
bulging and gushing fecal matter. Yingying and Xiaoru must endure it for a long time, only releasing when they can't take it anymore. Then the whole process
is repeated, the sisters laughing as they give each other enemas, me inserting anal plugs until the gushing water is completely gone
. Throughout the entire process, they maintain smiles.
This is what troubles me most. They don't need to endure it, putting themselves through so much pain, and I dare not actually
do anything to them. Yingying and Xiaoru, however, seem to enjoy it immensely, and they don't show any signs of pain,
always maintaining happy smiles.
How can I put it? These sisters aren't real people; they're like electric plastic dolls with batteries, capable of talking and moving
. They understand all sexual acts, obey all my commands, neither refusing nor resisting, willingly
accepting, and always with smiles on their faces. Being with these two 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 fallen 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 soul!
In the years that followed, I often reflected on it all. I admit, I knew clearly from the beginning that there was
a problem. If I wanted, I could have simply persisted in questioning them and escaped. Why didn't I expose them? Although
it was all fake, I preferred to live in that illusory world. I'm afraid that if I ask a question, that
beautiful bubble will burst, Yingying and Xiaoru will disappear, and I'll return to that mundane daily life.
The longer I dream, the better; I wish I could never 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 ever green, the mountains are verdant, the general dismounts to inquire about the situation, leaning on the banner of righteousness
, he offers sacrifices, laughing and revealing his loyal heart, carrying wine on his journey, a million strong men are enjoying themselves, how can thousands of strong men be lonely, sitting alone with a lamp watching the evening on the pond, his dim
fame and glory are now just a distant memory."
Little Guangdong stood up, clasped his hands in a fist, "Knowing that a hero of the Green Gang was here, you 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 have no regard for
the rules of the martial world?" "Ju, do you want to overturn the 15-year history of my Hongmen in Britain?"
Old Ding stepped forward, standing face to face with Little Guangdong. "Brother, you're overthinking it. Our gang has always treated all sorts of 'red and British'
scoundrels with utmost respect. Back when Mr. Sun Yat-sen served as the Red Pole of the San Francisco Triad's Punishment Hall, the Hongmen
expanded its territory abroad, and to this day, its foundation is solid and its power is immense. This is common knowledge. However, to be fair, when
Mr. Sun Yat-sen disembarked at the Liverpool docks, he was invited by the Imperial Secret Service to stay at the Qing Dynasty's Embassy in London
for several nights. I've never heard anyone in the underworld say that Britain is the Hongmen's territory."
"The tea is delicious, but words are hard to say. Just now, I held back some face out of consideration for our shared martial arts world. If you
don't appreciate it, fine, but you still have the audacity to reveal the old stories of my Hongmen from over a hundred years ago. Does your esteemed gang truly believe that my Hongmen
has no one left in England?"
"Hongmen members are all over the world. Your 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 to say that the Hongmen has no one left? Although the Grand Master of the Eastern Pavilion of the Tiren Hall, one of the three outer halls of our gang, has retired from the martial arts world and become
a monk, he still has you by his side at all times. If this is to say you are fulfilling your duties as a host, yet not revealing your identity, this behavior
truly conforms to the third of the seven major rules of the Hongmen in the martial arts world: to be open and aboveboard."
"Others may not see through the scheme, but it can't be hidden from me. Your gang's predecessor has been feigning madness in this room
for over a year, without letting out a single word. My Hongmen doesn't believe he's truly insane. If my actions are dishonest,
why do you, as a fellow member of his gang, stay by his side, not revealing your identity and addressing him as a fellow disciple, to reminisce about our shared gang days
?"
"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've been keeping watch outside this door day and night, listening to his
lewd sounds with those two sisters. The Hongmen can't find your gang's mad predecessor anywhere, and I suspect your gang
doesn't know his whereabouts either. Otherwise, why would you go to the trouble of keeping him in this room with those two sisters?"
"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 residing in is property of my Hongmen. Our
investment is no less than your gang's. This outsider is the last person your gang's predecessors dealt with;
we can surely extract something from him."
I sat in my chair like a fool, listening for a long time before I understood what they 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, these two
major sects 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, and
Yingying and Xiaoqing were brought 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, but
I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Worst of all, the target of this conflict between the two gangs 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 ramblings seriously at all; I didn't even remember what he'd said to me.
Because I needed background information for my novel, I had read some historical documents about the origins of old gangs and
knew a little about the history of the Green Gang and the Hongmen. The long-circulated saying, "Red flower, green leaf, white lotus root, the three religions were originally one family,"
refers to the Hongmen, the Green Gang, and the White Lotus Sect. Of these three, the White
Lotus Sect has the longest history, the Green Gang has the strictest organization, and the Hongmen has the most disciples.
The White Lotus Sect's origins 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 Yihequan. Its doctrines were simple and easy to understand, readily integrating with 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 among sailors transporting salt and grain on the Grand Canal. During the Qing Dynasty…
During the Qianlong era, the Green Gang, with tacit approval from the government, gained a monopoly on the Grand Canal,
which allowed it to grow in power. At its peak, it was said that wherever there was water in the canal and boats on it, there were Green Gang members, demonstrating its immense influence. Essentially, the Green Gang was a
trade union-like organization founded on economic factors. Compared to the other two major gangs, it had less political ambition
and was less susceptible to the suspicion and suppression of 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 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 all
part of the Hongmen system.
What's particularly noteworthy is that, to avoid persecution by the Qing Dynasty, the Hongmen (Triads) had long planned to establish
organizations abroad. Organizations like the Sun Yee On and Sun Hop On in Hong Kong, and the San Francisco Triads, all originated from the Hongmen. As the number of Chinese
immigrants overseas increased, its power grew even greater. Foreigners knew that the real management of local Chinatowns
wasn't by their own country's police force, but by local Chinese gangs. To put it more accurately, Chinatown was
a Chinese city independent of its home country.
During the Qing Dynasty, the power of these gangs 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's anti-Qing uprising in Shanghai, and the American Triads'
substantial funding of revolutionaries. One could even say that gangs 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're currently in Hongmen
's territory. Although I can't set up the Anti-Yin Yang Five Elements Mystery Formation in England, I still have the ability to protect myself."
"I know the tea is 'Thousand-Day Intoxication,' and the outside is 'Waste-Softening Powder.' You let this opportunity to take the
antidote first. 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, the pain almost making me scream.
Then he released his grip, 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. Little Guangdong pulled me upstairs, pushed open the door,
and Yingying and Xiaoru were still lying 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 a large patch of the bedsheet red.
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.'
Turning to me, he said, 'These two girls are under the influence of 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, without soul, spirit, pain, suffering, knowledge, or feeling,
thus able to travel thousands of miles without fatigue. They are not hungry without food. After the caster 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 living people, they look no different from ordinary people. They can talk and laugh, eat and sleep,
and obey the commands of the caster, just like these two sisters. Old Ding ordered them to have sex with you, so whatever you asked them to do, they
would happily obey without any thought of resistance. Now that Old Ding is dead, they are no longer controlled by the caster, and they
will listen to anyone and do anything."
Watching Xiaoru's high buttocks with a dagger stuck in them, her head raised, mouth open, swallowing Xiao Guangdong's urine in large gulps,
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 to pull 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, right?" Yingying nodded, her face still smiling despite the red marks.
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. Isn't what I have every man's dream? A pair of beautiful
sisters, completely devoted to me, willing to do anything, capable of doing anything, never tired, never afraid of pain, never fickle,
never bored with me. Anyone who has these sisters should be content. Why am I not happy at all
? I just feel that all of this is utterly absurd!
They are toys, robots that only obey commands. They can walk, they can laugh, they can use anything I can't imagine...
The way they brought me to orgasm and ejaculation. But they weren't real people; they were toys. Suddenly, I felt so tired.
Watching Yingying try her best to please me, I couldn't muster any interest at all; my penis couldn't even get hard.
Maybe it was because all of this was too absurd! I quietly watched as Xiao Guangdong put his penis back into his pants, pulled
the dagger from Xiao Ru's buttocks, told the two sisters to sit side by side on the edge of the bed, raise their heads, straighten their necks, and then slowly
slice the dagger across their necks. The two sisters died on my bed, smiles on their faces, dying on my bed.
From that moment on, the real world collapsed! Everything I knew before was gone; these two sisters
died before my eyes. I could dismiss Qiu Liang's words as nonsense,
madness without any evidence. I could also disregard Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong's conversation; who
knows if those century-old grudges were true or false? Heaven knows what grudge Xiao Guangdong had against Lao Ding that made him so determined to kill him. I could even bury my head in the sand and
think that Xiaoru and Yingying slept with me because they liked me, and that all of that could be explained logically.
But now these two sisters are dead in my bed. I watched with my own eyes as their throats were slit, without
resistance, without refusal, obediently killed by Xiao Guangdong, smiles still on their faces. Words are no substitute for evidence. Now that I've seen Yingying
and Xiaoru dead, what evidence do I need to prove that another world truly exists? The dead can't be faked
.
Whether that unknown world is the organization Qiu Liang talked about, or the gang that Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong were fighting over
, I've already stepped into it, and I can never go back to the world I used to know. I was thinking about the past while
worrying about what would happen next. I was completely disoriented, not knowing where I was or
what I was doing. When I came to my senses, I was already changed and sitting in the car, with Xiao Guangdong driving.
"Where are we going?"
"We can't stay in London anymore. 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 train window, it seemed like I was saying goodbye to my past. On the way to King's Station
, I understood that I was 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 were on was heading to Birmingham Newtreet Station. Since leaving home,
I don't know how many times I've asked where we're going, but Little Guangdong hasn't answered a single word. He's asleep with his eyes closed, completely
ignoring me. After waiting for more than four hours in the cafe at King's Station, changing trains three times,
I've calmed down and can think carefully about what happened and
what I should do in the future.
I can't stay in England any longer. Yingying and Xiaoru were found dead in their room, their throats slit. Lao Ding was shot in the head and
died in the living room. Now I'm sure I'll be considered a murderer, and the police might already be searching for me everywhere. The only thing I can do
is stick with Xiao Guangdong. That's 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 good 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 come and
go. 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 Hongmen 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 Xiao 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."
I was full of questions, but I didn't know where to start. After thinking for a moment, I asked, "
Is the omnipotent organization that Qiu Liang mentioned real?"
Xiao 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. Twenty-five years ago, several major gangs in the underworld—
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—made an agreement 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 strange desires.
All of these rely on us to achieve them; the existence of organized crime is inevitable.'"
"Of course! The gangs I'm talking about aren't those thugs who run gambling and prostitution rings. Those hooligans
aren't even peripheral organizations. Real old gangs are strict about recruiting members, value loyalty and keeping promises. In modern society, gangs must be
secrets known to the general public to survive in the long run."
I asked, "What's the story with Qiu Liang?"
"He's gone mad. Qiu Liang is a senior figure in the Green Gang, specializing in providing women to powerful figures from various countries.
He's incredibly skilled at training women; no matter how bizarre the client's request, Qiu Liang always has a way
to fulfill it. He has a great reputation in the underworld. For a time, all the women in this business
were trained by Qiu Liang. This man is very arrogant, calling himself the 'Chief Controller of the Men's Desire Satisfaction Group,'
but in reality, he's just a pimp." "
After Qiu Liang went mad, no one could find data on the women under his command, and no one knew his
methods of training them. Many regular clients complained, causing 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. But since he couldn't find Qiu Liang's women and was desperate, he had to just randomly ask a fat and ugly female intern,
Monica, to perform oral sex on him. Serves him right for getting into trouble."
"Old Ding and I both work with women, so we're Qiu Liang's juniors. We don't believe he's gone mad,
but he spouts half-truths and half-lies, and we can't get any information out
of him. Now he's disappeared again, and you're the only lead we can find."
I yelled, "But I don't know anything! Qiu Liang didn't tell me anything!"
"Well, let's try anything, even if it's a long shot! Maybe Qiu Liang told you, but you don't know what he meant
. Maybe he put a needle in your body; 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 Little Guangdong?
The waiter selling snacks and drinks at the back of the carriage pushed his cart over, and Little Guangdong bought a 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 the sandwiches 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 other 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—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. 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 yes,
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 quite common; abroad, everyone is essentially homeless, coming and going. Even now, I still
think that if I hadn't pressed the author for evidence, my life wouldn't be like this.
He sent me a booklet and told me to handle it. That booklet listed two hundred and thirty-three different kinds of...
The woman's name, phone number, occupation, contact information, characteristics, and rank were listed. The last page read: "No
contact without the individual's consent is permitted; violators will be executed. Qiu Liang, recorded in London."
I flipped through the pages, like looking at a brothel catalog. On page 135, I froze
. Lin Qing; my beautiful professor—she was on the list. I knew her well;
we were the only two in the entire economics department who spoke 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 was remarkable that a young woman like her could achieve such success alone abroad.
I couldn't resist the temptation. When Lin Qing welcomed me into the house like a happy newlywed wife, served
me dinner, and slept with me, I decided to do as the author instructed and post the article he sent me on an erotic literature
website.
That night, following the address in the booklet, Lin Qing acted as if she didn't recognize me as her student,
yet on the other hand, she was as natural as my wife of many years. I was completely confused; I didn't know why
she had changed like this. She knelt down at the door to give me oral sex, let me fuck her anus hard on the dining table, and
licked my entire body on the bed. Lin Qing remained naked all night, letting me do whatever I wanted with her.
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? I couldn't resist the temptation myself. 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 this day, I don't fully believe what the author says. The evidence he gave me isn't sufficient
. There are too many possibilities in this world. He says that a global underworld alliance controls this world
—that's plausible—but we can't deny the existence of other possibilities.
The only thing I'm certain of is that this 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 exactly what it is. I'm curious how many people will doubt
all of this? How many people will be interested in all of this? After all, people read erotic novels for stimulation,
not to rack their brains to think about things that seem to not exist, so a low response is to be expected!
I don't know why the author sent me this article, nor do I know 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 a new story.
That will be a new story. Zhang Zhenming's story. A story about a dark world.

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