Silent lace

Silent Lace

(Part 1)
Just as I crossed a mountain ridge and looked down the steps, I saw her.
An indescribable feeling. In the endless green of the deep mountains, a stream flowed gently,
and a slender figure in pale yellow shimmered in the water. The mist after the rain had not yet dissipated, softly enveloping this
world.
To be honest, I didn't want to come here. If it weren't for not being able to find a job after graduation, if it weren't
for my uncle 's friend being too sick to attend classes, if my uncle weren't the kind of
uncle who would glare and slap someone's ear after saying just a few words, who would want to come to this small mountain village without even an electric light? However, just now, I suddenly had a strange
feeling , a secret surprise gently biting my heart.
I had already descended the steps and was walking towards the stone bridge over the stream. The entire village was silent, save for the
clear stream before me and a young girl washing clothes. I walked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something. However, she
seemed to notice me and turned around. I saw a clear face and a pair of clear eyes. I suddenly
felt the pressure of that pure beauty, my breath caught in my throat, and I finally managed to ask, with difficulty, "Excuse me,
where is the primary school?" She didn't answer, looking somewhat flustered.
Just then, I heard my uncle's gruff voice: "You're here?!" I was startled and saw my uncle
coming from the village entrance, so I quickly went to greet him. A child stood at the village entrance, then turned and ran away. I was a little surprised, but soon
I saw many more children appear, curiously looking at me, which made me chuckle.
The school was in a mud house behind the village, near a bamboo grove. The words "Floral Edge
Elementary School , presumably the work of the sick teacher. My uncle settled me in and was about to go back.
He gave me many instructions before leaving, and I nodded repeatedly. To be honest, I was a little afraid of him.
Now I can finally lie on the bed and quietly admire my new home. It's a mud house, just washed
, and quite cool. The room isn't big, but because there's only a bed, a table, and a chair, it feels rather spacious.
There was a small patch of open space beside the bed, enough for me to do push-ups. Finally, I noticed an oil lamp on the corner of the table, which
immediately made me feel a sense of destitution. So I got up and copied an inscription from "The Humble Abode," then pasted it on the wall. After reciting it twice,
I felt quite pleased with myself. Just then, I suddenly felt someone watching me. I looked out the window and saw a
figure . I was certain it was the girl by the stream. Could that be her house?
It got dark quickly, and I was wondering how my classmates were doing. A few children pushed and shoved their way to
the door, but didn't say a word.
"Teacher," one of the children finally called out, "Come to my house for dinner!"
The others chuckled and immediately started chattering, "Come to my house! Come to my house!" I was a little
flustered .
The first one to speak said, "I saw you first, teacher. Come to my house."
A delicate, thin boy said, "No! My sister saw you first."
"Your sister isn't a student, she's never been to school, and she's mute."
"Your brother is mute too!" The boy's face turned red. A
picture of that girl, clear as a stream, flashed through my mind—those empty, pure, and expressive eyes.
She was mute? I suddenly became anxious: "Stop arguing!" My heart was instantly filled with an indescribable sorrow
.
That night, I ate dinner at Sister-in-law Bihua's house. I barely spoke a
word to others, I looked like an honest, shy child. Sister-in-law Bihua treated me like a pitiful
little brother, warm and affectionate. Back at my lodgings, I went straight to sleep, my mind still filled with that girl by the stream who could never speak
.
The lace-covered path unfolded before me like a silent scroll. I loved the coolness here,
the bamboo grove behind the school, and the crystal-clear stream. I often went to the stream, perhaps hoping to bump into her,
that silent girl. Her gaze always seemed a mixture of curiosity and fear, which, combined with her facial expressions, made her
both pitiful and endearing. She always walked quietly, her eyes never daring to stare for long. If she happened to see someone looking at her, she would seem
startled and quickly look away. During that time, I was as if I were bewitched. If I didn't see her for a day, I felt empty
and listless. Later, I learned from Sister-in-law Bihua that her name was Qixiu.
There were only about thirty households in Huabian, and fewer than twenty children from those households went to school in the village. There were only about thirty
students in the whole school, and only one teacher, who was me. The school teachers took turns
eating at the homes of families with children attending school. I usually got up late in the morning, so I skipped breakfast.
One morning after school, Qixiu's younger brother squeezed up to me, his face flushed and a little out of breath, and said,
"Teacher, come to my house for dinner today."
My heart skipped a beat, and I thought to myself, "Finally, it's her turn." A little nervous, I dryly replied,
"Okay." Qixiu's younger brother was very shy. After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
My heart was pounding. I didn't know whether to go to her house now or wait, so I took the opportunity to wash
my hair . Luckily, Qixiu's younger brother came to call me again, and I went to her house with him. But when I went inside, I didn't see Qixiu
. She didn't appear even when we sat down to eat. Qixiu's parents were kind and gentle. Although they didn't talk much, they often offered me food.
I kept saying, "Okay, okay, that's enough." I finished my meal with a question in my mind.
I thought to myself that Qixiu wouldn't deliberately avoid me. Apart from glancing at her from a distance a few times, I hadn't had
any . There was no need for her to avoid me. But she definitely wasn't home. I wondered what had happened to her.
When I arrived at her house that evening, it was already dark. Two oil lamps were lit in the kitchen, their flames reflecting
off one wall. Smoke and aromas from cooking filled the room,
just like when the power went out at home.
Only Qixiu's mother and younger brother were inside. My heart, which had been in my throat when I entered, immediately relaxed,
but a strange sense of loss lingered. Qixiu's younger brother saw me first and called out, "Teacher!" I smiled and nodded.
Qixiu's mother quickly offered me a seat, but I went to the stove and sat down instead, helping to add fuel to the fire. I asked Qixiu's younger brother about his studies
and replied to a few of Qixiu's mother's questions. Then, silence fell. The firelight flickered, but there was no sound from Qixiu.
"Qixiu is taking a bath. Today, she went to the mountain to pick rice flowers with some other maids and just got back." Qixiu
's mother said suddenly, wiping the pot with a cloth, startling me as if a thief had been
caught -handed.
After a long while, a figure moved at the doorway leading to the inner room, and Qixiu finally appeared. Judging from her expression, it seemed she was about to...
She came in, then seemed to shrink back, my heart clenching with anticipation. After her shower, her hair was damp
, radiating a clean and fragrant glow. Her gaze met mine, and startled, she surprisingly
nodded first time she'd ever nodded so clearly since arriving in their village, leaving me
somewhat incredulous.
The fire inside suddenly blazed up, making it uncomfortably hot. The atmosphere was strange; we were like two
wary adversaries, cautiously avoiding contact, not even daring to meet each other's eyes. Yet,
all my sensitive nerves were irresistibly drawn to the dim light where she was.
At this moment, only Qixiu's younger brother was the most active in the house, asking all sorts of questions and constantly darting around.
I would grab him, but he would break free and run away again. It was hard to believe that he was such a naughty and mischievous child at home.
Qixiu and I would pretend to watch him, but our eyes would sometimes meet and then quickly look away.
"Qixiu! Add some firewood," Qixiu's mother called out while I was lost in thought,
gesturing .
This startled both of us. I hurriedly added firewood to the stove, and Qixiu blushed. After hesitating for a moment,
she moved closer to my side, bent down to pick up firewood, and my blood boiled. I said in a hoarse voice, "I'll do it." But Qixiu picked up the firewood and stuffed it
into the stove. Her cheeks, illuminated by the firelight, were so tender and red they seemed to drip water. She was so close to my eyes, her chest heaving dramatically
, and her fragrant breath made it hard for me to breathe. I even wanted to groan out loud.
This time, Qixiu didn't go far. She stood prettily by the stove, her cheeks puffed out, staring at the pot as if there
was something inexhaustible inside. Her focused expression was somewhat funny, yet so fresh and moving, so incredible, that it made
me feel heartbroken.
There was a dish of rice flowers that evening, picked by Qixiu earlier that day. They were smooth, delicious, and very tasty. Qixiu's younger brother
seemed quite proud and boastful, saying that their teacher had eaten at their house that day, and his sister had specially dragged her friends to pick them. Qixiu
tapped him on the head with her chopsticks, and the little guy tilted his head, looking at her innocently yet resentfully. Qixiu glanced
at , then quickly lowered her head and began shoveling rice into her mouth. I was overjoyed, my trembling hands picking up rice flowers, one bite after another,
savoring each of Qixiu's pickings, a feeling of immense satisfaction welling up in my throat, until I finished my meal.
Looking back now, I wonder if my audacity in being so reckless with Qixiu stemmed from those subtle
hints and information I received back then?
After dinner, Qixiu's younger brother kept asking me to look at something. Qixiu cautiously followed him in. Her brother opened a drawer in
the inner room , and Qixiu, startled, snatched it away. He quickly held up a
white object, and before Qixiu could grab it, it was in my hands. I looked and saw it was a silk headscarf with
beautiful lace trim, embroidered with flowers and plants.
This village was famous for its hand-woven lace. Villagers rarely went out; outsiders came to the village to buy and
select the lace. My uncle was one of them. Perhaps due to its isolation, there were strict rules regarding lace: women who embroidered lace
only married men who embroidered lace. Intermarriage within the village inevitably led to mixed bloodlines over time, resulting in children often
being mute and dying in silence.
As the girls who made lace grew up, besides making various decorative laces to sell, they often kept some of their best works
to take with them when they got married. They would also often take them out to compare and admire with their friends in private.
When Qixiu saw the silk scarf in my hand, she immediately stood up, unsure what to do, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at
me. I playfully threw the scarf over her head, and she quickly pulled it off, her face turning bright red. Qixiu's younger brother giggled
. I reached out to take it again, and she hid the scarf behind her back. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, so close it was almost
like embracing her. Startled and embarrassed, she fell onto the bed, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked at me, her breasts heaving wildly, a breathtaking
sight. Heaven knows how much I wanted to throw myself on top of her at that moment!
A bitter taste rose in my mouth, but I ultimately dared not act rashly. Back at my lodgings that night, the excitement and frenzy of the
night lingered
. In my half-awake, half-asleep state, I repeatedly recalled the image of her lying there, like a helpless fawn, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Countless times I imagined myself pouncing on her, that intoxicating madness making me want to scream.
The next time I encountered Qixiu, she still hid as before, leaving me nowhere to attack. Fortunately, Qixiu's younger brother
liked , so I often used this as an excuse to visit her house.
One evening, I was tutoring Qixiu's younger brother with his homework, and Qixiu was watching from the side. The three of us sat on the edge of the bed,
her brother leaning against the table, me in the middle, and her on the outside, her expressive eyes fixed on us.
In a fleeting glance, I saw she was wearing a pale yellow dress, which appeared exceptionally soft and alluring under the lamplight, making her skin appear
even whiter and more delicate. She sat sideways, her thin trousers taut over her thighs, revealing her full femininity, right beside my
left hand. My heart pounded wildly, and my mouth went dry. All my senses were focused on that hand, my
unprecedented sensitivity from the back of my hand to my fingertips receiving the slight warmth emanating from her thighs.
While talking to my younger brother Qixiu, I pretended to casually raise my left hand, and when I lowered it, it was already against her
thigh. In an instant, I felt a rich and alluring sensation there. It trembled slightly but didn't move away. My
heart was racing, and my left hand's fingers lightly traced her thigh, my eyes never daring to look back.
I didn't know her reaction.
A moment later, as she tried to pull away, I seemed to have a reason to, and my left hand suddenly touched her thigh.
It was real, full, and the feeling of its plumpness and movement was intoxicating. She tried to pull
away, but I stubbornly stayed there. While talking to Qi Xiu's younger brother, I silently
struggled with her, my movements becoming increasingly audacious.
My hand then moved towards the inside of Qi Xiu's thigh. She tried to grab it, but I immediately grabbed it back. Qi Xiu
struggled a few times to no avail; her hand obediently remained in my palm, unmoving. This continued for a while, and I was overjoyed.
I peeked back and saw Qi Xiu biting her lower lip, her face flushed, her eyes fixed on me, a mixture of anger and shame on her face—an expression difficult to
describe . If her brother hadn't been there, I definitely would have pounced on him and kissed him passionately.
God knows, that night, I held Qixiu's hand the whole time, tutoring her brother until he finished his homework.
After that incident, whenever I encountered Qixiu in a secluded spot, I dared to hug her, but Qixiu was very clever and
I never managed to catch her. I was itching with desire, like a restless, rutting dog, my breath
hot .
That's when I ran into Sister-in-law Bihua. Sister-in-law Bihua's personality was rare in Huabian Village—fiery, efficient,
and energetic . In this quiet village, it seemed as if only her voice could be heard. One moment she was in the east, the next in the west...
Sister-in-law Bihua was very kind to me, like a younger brother. Sometimes, when she felt sorry for me, she would even reach out and touch my
cheek . The jars of pickled peppers on my windowsill were made by her; she knew I liked spicy food. Sister-in-law Bihua often came to my
room to tidy up, and as she did so, she would feel sorry for me, saying that I was so young and honest, and didn't understand anything, wondering
how I would manage on my own.
Sister-in-law Bihua was of average appearance, with only minor beauty, but she had a great figure—a slim waist and full hips—and her swaying gait was quite
attractive. When she straightened my collar, I couldn't help but hold her hand once, and Sister-in-law Bihua didn't get angry; she just
patted my face, still like an older sister. So I stopped calling her sister-in-law and started calling her "sister."
That night, I was lying in bed reading when Sister Bihua came to see me, bringing some pickled radishes. She came in
, said a few words, and then offered to help me swat away the mosquitoes. She lowered the mosquito net, took a fan, and a cool
breeze swept , feeling both comfortable and pleasant. A quick glance revealed that Sister Bihua's chest was trembling, as if something alive was hidden inside
, but I didn't think much of it at the time.
Then, unable to reach a corner inside, Sister Bihua knelt on the bed, pressing down on my legs
, causing a sharp pain, but it felt strangely comfortable. Sister Bihua then placed one hand on my legs, leaned forward, and reached to swat away the mosquitoes.
Suddenly, something huge and round, like a mountain, loomed before my eyes, so large it was hard to see clearly. It took my eyes a while
to adjust. It turned out to be Sister Bihua's large, pert buttocks, right in front of me, swaying constantly.
This was simply unbearable. I blew out the lamp, plunging everything into darkness. Sister Bihua cried out
in surprise . I pounced on her,
wrapping my arms tightly around her buttocks. Sister Bihua started to move, struggling to break free from the tent where we were touching. I leaned over her back, trembling, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Sister."
Sister didn't answer, her breathing labored.
I groped in the darkness, a shiver of guilt washing over me. All I could hear were
the heavy breathing of two people inside the tent. Suddenly, Sister-in-law Bihua struggled, pushing my hands away, but I stubbornly persisted, like
a willful younger brother. Sister-in-law Bihua screamed and flung me aside. My eyes burning,
I pounced on her again, and we wrestled fiercely inside the tent. Amidst our panting, my erection hardened, pressing against her.
Like an unreasonable child, I disregarded Sister-in-law Bihua's kindness and feelings, reaching inside her clothes.
Tears streamed down Sister-in-law Bihua's face; when I kissed her, everything was wet. I
kissed her mouth wildly, my breath wet with the liquid. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Sister Bihua say, "You ghost!" before she started sobbing,
her struggles less intense. But when I reached inside her pants, she put up a final
, fierce resistance, twisting violently. My hand clung tightly to the skin above her waist and hips, like a small boat in a storm,
unable to shake off. Finally, I squeezed inside her pants, grabbing handfuls of flesh. Sister Bihua sighed and gave up
struggling. My hand rolled into a patch of rough water plants.
I called out tremblingly, "Sister." Sister-in-law Bihua slapped me hard, paused, then suddenly pounced on me
, kissing my face wildly, biting me repeatedly. I felt her face covered in heat and saliva; she was even more
frenzied . Her mouth was so big; when I kissed her, I encountered a mouthful of gaping teeth, which was incredibly stimulating.
My hands grabbed her breasts and kneaded them forcefully. Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, "You bastard!" Her hands tore at my
body , grabbing my crotch through my pants. I jumped up with a "whoosh," frantically trying to pull down her pants, but she
kicked me away, then swiftly peeled them off herself.
I pounced on her, kissing and licking wildly between her legs, not knowing where I was going. It was wet and slippery down there
; this was the first time in my life I'd unconsciously been licking a woman's genitals so intensely. My hair was being pulled
painfully and I couldn't get it off.
Sister-in-law Bihua writhed and twisted like a fish on a hot plate, making sounds that were both screams and curses. I lifted her lower body,
not knowing what I was going to do; I couldn't see anything in the darkness.
Just then, Sister Bihua came and pulled down my pants. I immediately pulled them off, and
she grabbed my penis, pulling it forward. I didn't know what she was going to do, so I knelt down next to her, pressing my penis hard against her nose. Sister Bihua opened
her mouth to bite, and I was startled. I quickly protected my penis and dodged, but she pulled me so hard that I fell back. My penis was
in her mouth, like a sucked popsicle, almost melting inside her.
I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth because I wanted to penetrate her vagina, so I quickly pulled out. My penis was on the verge
of collapse. It hung in the air, trembling, but thankfully I didn't ejaculate.
My lower body finally penetrated Bihua's body, and I moved
around . Finally, as if I had completed a sinful act, I lay heavily
beside her. The honest, simple face of Bihua's husband flashed into my mind, creating a somewhat unreal feeling.
I dared not , nor dared I look at Bihua's face.
Bihua was more tolerant than I had imagined. She touched my face, sighed, got up, put on her
clothes , her hair disheveled, glanced at me, and silently left.
Once this started, it was hard to stop. Afterwards, I did it with Bihua several more times. Each time, we
didn't say much, just silently and forcefully made love, and afterwards, I couldn't help but feel disgusted and guilty.
Somehow, Qixiu found out about this.

(II)
Qixiu started avoiding me. I really didn't know that when someone deliberately avoids you, even in the same
small village, they can disappear as if they've vanished. And I, because I had done something wrong, was no longer as
self-righteous as when I went to see her before, and I became despondent. However, there was an even more important reason—oh God,
I was deeply immersed in a frenzy of lust, unable to extricate myself.
People who are new to sex have particularly weak self-control. For many days in a row, my genitals felt strange, extremely
sensitive . Coupled with the replaying of the sensation of penetration in my mind, I would get erections frequently. I constantly
thought about reliving that feeling with Sister Bihua, and I was distracted in everything I did, longing for that moment—in a deserted corner
of the village , in a dense bamboo grove, in a shared outhouse, in the dark of night, when
—when I caught Sister Bihua.
Sister Bihua was initially unwilling, but after several attempts, I realized she couldn't resist my
temptation . She was captivated by my handsome face, my slender and smooth body, and even my long, thin
, seemingly scholarly penis—the moment my soft hand touched her, her body would go limp, offering no resistance.
Power. Our previous sibling-like relationship, with its age gap, created
a suffocating incestuous feeling when we were together, a forbidden frenzy and pleasure far beyond simple adultery.
After several sexual encounters with Sister-in-law Bihua, I gradually learned to control myself, and the duration of our encounters grew longer and longer. Several
times, I brought her to the peak of pleasure, leaving her limp and exhausted.
But this sense of accomplishment was fragile, requiring repeated success to prove and solidify it, and so I sank
deeper and deeper .
The girlish innocence I once admired lost much of its luster in my eyes. Conversely, Sister-in-law Bihua became indescribably alluring.
Sometimes, just seeing her figure from afar and hearing her crisp voice was enough to ignite an unbearable itch, often resulting in an uncontrollable
erection .
It was a busy time in the countryside, with people weeding and fertilizing. Most villagers were in the fields, and
many students often took leave to go home and help. On rest days, the whole village was deserted, not
a soul in sight. I would walk along the field ridges, the farm women's buttocks sticking out high, sometimes revealing their snow-white waists, and half of
their upper bodies were visible. If I was lucky, I could even see a white breast under their loose clothes.
When I offered to help, they would laugh at me, saying, "Okay, come down to the fields!"
But when I took off my shoes and rolled up my trousers, they wouldn't let me. So I moved back and forth in the fields like an inspector
.
In the fields, Sister Bihua was very lively, often cracking jokes and playfully teasing the men who helped. She was quite
provocative . When she saw me, she became slightly more reserved, but still unabashed, loudly announcing, "Oh, the scholar's here!"
Her eyes darted over, making it hard to look directly at me. She always seemed perfectly fine in front of others, but I couldn't. Whenever someone was around, I
'd become more timid than anyone else.
Every time I saw Sister Bihua's husband's simple, honest face, I'd have many strange associations, feeling very
uncomfortable . Fortunately, her husband was always intimidated by intellectuals and didn't dare talk to me much. And me? What kind of
intellectual was I?
I often squatted on the edge of the field, watching them work. The sunlight shone on Sister Bihua's body, giving her a fiery, sexy
allure . Her waist was defined, her breasts were prominent,
and her buttocks were perfectly proportioned; her movements were even more seductive. I would imagine our entanglement right in front of her husband, and my erection would grow so strong that I'd limp home
. When
I finally managed to get close to Sister Bihua, I'd only have time to grab a handful of her breasts or touch her buttocks before I
'd whisper resentfully in her ear, "Come see me today!" Only after saying that would I leave.
How shamelessly unrestrained I was back then! Sister Bihua seemed not to hear me at all, but she would often find time to come to my place
for a few tens of minutes or an hour of wild revelry before hastily leaving. Perhaps it was during one of those times that Qixiu saw me
, but I couldn't care less, deeply immersed in a world of lust, frantically demanding more.
One night, I don't know what time it was, I got tired of reading, so I lay on the bed fully clothed with the light on.
When I woke up, Sister-in-law Bihua was by the window, her back to me, taking things out of a plastic bag one by one and placing them on
the table. Her clothes creased at the waist, revealing a round, large buttock. I had taken a nap and
was full of energy; my already semi-erect member immediately became erect. I called out, "Sister Bihua!" After this
relationship, I had been hesitant about what to call her.
She heard my voice but didn't answer, her movements noticeably slowing down. Finally, she finished taking everything out and stood there, seemingly
unsure of what to do next.
I tugged at her dangling fingers. She sat back on the edge of my bed, still with her back to me.
I nudged her shoulder, and she fell back onto the bed effortlessly. I moved closer, my warm
breath on her face, and said, "Touch me." After a moment, a hand slowly slipped
inside and began to touch me. She started to pant. Her hand wandered around, finally reaching my crotch and stroking me.
Her hands were very skilled, often reminding me of how nimble she was when she was working. I wondered if she touched
her husband like this? When her hand cupped my groin, she would envelop my testicles in her palm, squeezing them
with just the right amount , often making me groan with pleasure.
Her fingers gently tugged at my pubic hair, again and again, and blood rushed up from there. Soon,
my penis was swollen and hard to the extreme. I couldn't resist any longer. I rolled over her, and without a word, pulled down her pants and thrust inside.
It was a little dry and tight inside, and it stung painfully when I entered, but it felt even more intense than when she was wet.
Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, yet she was incredibly excited. She gritted her teeth, her face showing great effort, her fingers gripping my
arm, her nails digging deep into my flesh, making soft moaning sounds like she was using
the toilet .
I continued to thrust hard, panting heavily. Gradually, it became wetter inside, and the movements became smoother. However,
it didn't feel as solid as before. I guessed that her husband's thing was very thick, making her vagina very wide, but not as
long as mine. As I penetrated deeper, reaching the depths of her body, Sister Bihua couldn't help but wrap her legs around me
, shouting, "You're really different from him! You're really different from him!"
I thrust nearly a hundred times, and I was so tired that I lay down panting. Sister Bihua climbed on top of me and put
my penis inside her, moving up and down. She hadn't taken off her top, and her large breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric, stood high
, bobbing up and down. I reached out and grabbed her nipple, pulling hard. Sister Bihua cried out, lowered
her head, and a few strands of hair drooped down. She braced her hands against my legs, but her lower body wouldn't stop. With each lift and squat, her movements became
even more powerful than before.
I was ecstatic. I wrapped my arms around her waist, wanting to press her tightly against me. I pulled her body forward, my
penis springing out of her vagina and pressing against her anus. She shuddered, forgetting everything else, and sat down.
My thick, hard, and burning-hot penis, so long, stood erect against her crotch, pressing painfully
hard, my blood surging, raging with desire. It was a different kind of deadly pleasure than inside her.
At this moment, Sister Bihua was completely out of control, her buttocks twisting and turning, squatting and sitting. Sometimes my penis pressed against her anus, sometimes
it was inserted into her vagina, deep and heavy. Sister Bihua couldn't help but make "uh-uh" sounds in her throat, her face contorted
in pain.
Finally, my penis couldn't withstand the stimulation and ejaculated wildly. Sister Bihua stirred a few times, then, perhaps sensing something,
stopped and remained seated. Her hair fell loose, obscuring most of her face. After a while, the clump
of dark hair suddenly rustled, and I heard her crying.
She lay on top of me, sobbing and slapping my face and body. The louder she cried, the harder she hit me.
The heavier it got. I lay there quietly, letting Sister Bihua vent her desires, thinking sadly to myself, "I've ruined Sister Bihua. I
've made her unable to stop. Sister Bihua is like a drug addict now, even more insane than me!"
After a while, she calmed down, without a sound, and half-stood up, reaching for a tissue to wipe herself. Her legs
were wide open, her vulva facing my face, her labia spread wide, revealing the fleshy opening in the middle. There was a ring of black hair around her labia,
with several patches stuck together, about to drip water, making her look utterly lewd.
I couldn't resist reaching out to grab her long, frizzy hair, pulling hard. She cried out in pain, her naked
hips landing squarely on my bare stomach, pressed together without a single gap. I felt her wet, sticky
, and hot flesh against my skin, the pubic hair tickling and pricking me. This tight contact of flesh against flesh drove me mad.
Sister Bihua's eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her brows furrowed, seemingly unable to bear
the feeling . She lifted her buttocks slightly, then couldn't help but sit back down, groaning, writhing and squeezing, utterly disregarding shame
, frantically rubbing against my stomach. At this moment, Sister Bihua was as wanton as could be; this was no longer the Sister Bihua I
knew !
I slapped her large buttocks and thighs hard, the sound loud and crisp, while I scratched and
rubbed . She went crazy, retaliating with all her might. We both cried out in pain, but refused to stop, and our movements
became increasingly violent.
Suddenly, Sister-in-law Bihua raised her buttocks and straddled my face, her juices flowing freely, soaking my
face . I tried to struggle, but her hips held me captive. She cried out, her body trembling, fluid continuously flowing out. My
head was pressed down by her, forcing me to swallow a lot of something that was either urine or water. Sister-in-law Bihua let out a final,
deathly cry and collapsed to the side. Her large, white buttocks were right next to my head, her vulva exposed behind her,
less than a foot from my eyes, clearly and grotesquely.
I lifted one of her thighs, pressed my face against her groin, and placed my mouth near her vulva, lying
motionless . We remained like that for a long time. I was immersed in a
feeling of self-abandonment and depravity, thinking of nothing but Bihua's naked body. Bihua and I were like
two worms abandoned in a corner by worldly ethics, our only purpose being to keep having sex and releasing our pent-up desires.
Bihua lay face down on the bed, silent for a long time. Unlike before, I didn't rush to
leave . Afraid she had fallen asleep, I nudged her and called, "Sister Bihua!" Her head moved slightly, and
she glanced at me through her hair-covered eyes, but didn't move. I leaned over her back and whispered, "Sister, it's time to go
." She didn't answer. Her lower opening was pressed against my semi-erect penis, sticky and cold, a strange sensation. I
couldn't help but get harder little by little, and I kissed her behind her ear.
Sister Bihua turned her head, tilting her head, and met my lips with hers. They were cool. We touched lightly, and I shifted my
hips entered her. I moved it slowly, thrusting in and out.
After a while, Sister Bihua's hips rose higher, and she flipped me over. She tore open my clothes and kissed me wildly all over my
body . Finally, she took my penis into her mouth, swallowing and releasing it endlessly. I flipped her over and
started over. We rolled around on the bed until we were both exhausted
. After Sister Bihua left, I took a basin of water, washed myself, and went outside. The wind outside felt cool. It was
quiet all around. Across an open space, diagonally opposite was Qixiu's house. In front of her house was her clothesline, with several pieces of clothing of various sizes hanging on a long
bamboo .
I walked over and suddenly saw a light on in her window through the gap in the clothes. The silhouette of a young girl's head was quietly
reflected in the light—it was Qixiu. She was doing something, and the shadow didn't move for a long time. I stared blankly at
the shadow, the cool wind blowing, and felt an indescribable sadness and loss.
Suddenly, the window was pushed open, something was thrown out, and then it was closed again. I quietly went to the window,
picked it up, and went back inside.
There was nothing . I looked at it repeatedly, and then put it away before going to sleep. The
next day I had no classes, and I was in bed. I woke up early but remained in bed, too lazy to get up. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door . I was startled and, suspicious, asked, "Who is it?" The day before, I had told the family who was providing meals that I wasn't eating breakfast. A male voice outside said, "You lazybones, get up!" I opened the door, and was punched in the chest. In my dazed state, I saw the face of my high school classmate, Liu Gui, smiling smugly . I snapped out of my daze and yelled, "You scared me! What are you doing here?" Liu Gui grinned and squeezed into the room. I quickly glanced at the bed; there was nothing to hide. Liu Gui called out to the outside, "Come in!" A girl in a light red top appeared at the doorway, her face fair and bright. She smiled shyly at me. I recognized her as Yueqiu, a girl from the village. No one in elementary school, so we weren't very familiar. Liu Gui introduced her, "Yueqiu, um—my—boyfriend!" He chuckled as he spoke. Yueqiu looked at me shyly, "Teacher Li—!" I quickly said, "Come in, um—sit on the bed!" I'd heard that Yueqiu had gotten engaged a few months ago; I hadn't expected her fiancé to be my high school classmate, Liu Gui! (III) After several years apart, Liu Gui had become much more experienced and capable. His short beard added to the sense of unfamiliarity and distance between us. Yet, he remained as enthusiastic as ever, which made me quite uncomfortable. We talked for a while, but it always felt like we weren't quite on the same page. Suddenly, Liu Gui asked, "Is there a toilet around here?" So I led him to a corner behind the school wall, where a strong stench of urine permeated the air. A row of urinals lined the wall , where the boys usually urinated. The girls and boys had to relieve themselves in the pigsty of a nearby house . Liu Gui unzipped his pants, pulled out a dark object, and a powerful stream of urine shot out. I couldn't help but glance at it. His thing was short and black, the glans sticking out, and thick, dark pubic hair almost completely obscuring the penis. Back in school, I always thought his thing was very thick and big, but now it seemed nothing special. Liu Gui noticed me looking at him and sized me up too, chuckling, "Good fellow, not small !" Then he asked, "Have you ever had sex?" In our area, we call sex "slapping the pussy." I chuckled and proudly said, "Of course!" At that moment, I felt very grateful to Sister-in-law Bihua for giving me the experience of being a man.

I asked, "And you?"
Liu Gui replied, "Of course!"
We looked at each other and burst into laughter, the initial awkwardness between us instantly lessening.
Liu Gui nudged my shoulder and said, "Hey, I was just about to ask you something. When can
I borrow your room? It's inconvenient at her place." As he spoke, he tossed his head behind him; Yueqiu was still in my room.
I said, "You little rascal! I was wondering how you ended up here."
Liu Gui said, "No, no, I just heard you were here and thought I'd invite you over for some
Lei Cha ."
Lei Cha is popular in this area. For any happy occasion, important event, or when guests arrive, several pots of Lei Cha are prepared, and
neighbors are invited to sit around a few tables, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.
Lei Cha (擂茶) is a Hakka dish. Sesame seeds, tea leaves, orange peel, and other ingredients are placed in a mortar and pestle, water is added, and the mixture
is ground and mashed with a pestle. Then boiling water is poured over it. This is Lei Cha, milky white with a hint of tea color, fragrant, delicious, and
with an unforgettable aftertaste . It's said to be addictive if you drink too much.
The houses in Huabian are scattered, mostly built alone near the mountains. Each house has
a small earthen platform in front of it. Occasionally, two or three houses are built together, belonging to brothers or uncles and nephews. Sometimes I
think that in such a place, if a family closes their door, no outsider would know what they do.
From school to Yueqiu's house, the road is full of ups and downs, left and right turns. Yueqiu walks in front, and Liu Gui and I follow behind
. Yueqiu had short hair, which swayed forward as she went downhill, revealing
a glimpse of her fair skin behind her neck. She walked carefully, each step hesitant, highlighting her slender,
graceful waist—unlike a typical country girl.
I quietly asked Liu Gui, "Hey! Have you been here with her before?"
Liu Gui smiled and whispered, "What do you think?"
I said, "Definitely, more than once. Look at that round bottom."
Liu Gui cursed, "Get lost!"
Yueqiu heard this, turned around, and asked, "What were you two talking about?" We
laughed. Yueqiu seemed to guess something, and her face flushed instantly.
As we approached Yueqiu's house, we could see a couple of children playing in the yard. Upon reaching the door, we found
a large crowd already gathered in the main hall. Around the central table stood a group of women, some taking turns pounding
tea , others refilling water and serving tea. Several other tables, temporarily borrowed, were filled with
villagers of all ages. The sizzling sound of pounding tea filled the air, along with the delicate aroma of sesame seeds. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air,
creating relaxed and lively scene rarely seen in the secluded village of Huabian.
Qixiu and Sister-in-law Bihua were both there. Sister-in-law Bihua, always the center of attention, was rapidly
pounding tea with her arms, chatting and joking with those around her. Her whole body trembled slightly with each movement, her buttocks jiggle
, and her breasts bounced wildly beneath her clothes. She didn't notice me enter. Qi Xiu stood to the side, still with that
quiet, focused expression, occasionally adding water to the mortar. She turned around, saw me, and unsure what
expression , simply turned back to look at the mortar, giving me a sideways glance.
I sipped my tea, my attention focused on the group of women busy at work. Qi Xiu was dressed in white and blue today
, looking very innocent and seemingly in a good mood, responding with a slight smile to anyone who greeted or spoke to her. Qi
Xiu had no hearing problems; she just couldn't speak. To an outsider, it would be hard to tell she was mute; she looked
more like a quiet, shy girl who didn't like to talk.
Liu Gui bustled about, seemingly familiar with the villagers, greeting everyone. A moment later, he sat down next to me and said, "Let's finish
this bowl!" Drinking Lei Cha (擂茶, a type of tea) is sometimes similar to drinking alcohol; there's urging others to drink more, toasting, and even a contest of who can
drink the most tea. The host is only happy when the guest's stomach is full.
I finished a bowl with Liu Gui and said, "You don't seem like a prospective son-in-law at all, how come you're so
familiar with everyone in the village?"
Liu Gui laughed, "I've been collecting lace in the village for years, how could I not be familiar?"
I said, "No wonder! Going from house to house, you must have seduced Yueqiu, right?" The people around laughed.
Liu Gui seemed a little smug, but said, "Look at what you're saying!"
A moment later, Liu Gui put his arm around my shoulder, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "Hey, did you see that
girl in the white dress?"
I followed his gaze and knew he was talking about Qi Xiu, so I asked, "What's wrong?"
Liu Gui said, "Gensheng has taken a liking to her, and it seems he's asking his parents to propose marriage!"
No wonder I kept seeing Gensheng running around Qi Xiu earlier; it turns out he's interested in her! Gensheng's family is from Huabian Village
, and his younger brother goes to school there. I've not only been to his house, but I'm also quite familiar with him. Gensheng is strong and sturdy
, considered one of the more agile young men in the village.
Would Qi Xiu really like him? For some reason, I felt incredibly jealous. Looking at Qixiu again, I noticed a different scent
about . Judging from her attitude towards Gengsheng earlier, she didn't seem to dislike him.
Just as I was observing her, Yueqiu tugged at her sleeve and came to my table. Holding a bowl, she
said to me, "Teacher Li, let's have a drink." Qixiu stood beside me with a large ladle. We exchanged
a glance, and I suddenly felt a surge of resentment towards her. I stopped looking at her and smiled at Yueqiu, "Congratulations on finding
such a capable man as Liu Gui."
Yueqiu glanced at Liu Gui, blushed, and said, "How can I compare to you? A college graduate, and so
handsome ."
Liu Gui chuckled, his short beard swaying. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly
clinked bowls with Yueqiu, drank my wine, and sat down.
Qixiu refilled their cups, and Yueqiu drank another bowl with Bihua's father-in-law. Until they left, I
kept talking to Liu Gui, not glancing at Yueqiu and Qixiu, yet a dull ache lingered in my heart.
The tea drinkers gradually dispersed, but Liu Gui insisted I stay for dinner at Yueqiu's house, and Yueqiu's family also tried to persuade me to stay, so
I remained. I hadn't been in the mood, but after a few drinks, my mind became hazy. I let go of my thoughts and
drank to my heart's content. I downed bowl after bowl with Liu Gui and Yueqiu's brother, and before I knew it, I was drunk.
When it was time to go home, the whole family rushed out the door. Liu Gui was also quite drunk, and he staggered as he offered to take
me back to school. I said, "No need! I'm not drunk!" I pushed him away, and we both almost fell.
Yueqiu, who was standing next to Liu Gui, quickly steadied him, but Yueqiu stepped forward and supported me instead. I steadied
myself, and spontaneously laughed out loud, saying, "Alright, you guys—go back now, I..."
"It's alright!" Her family was worried, and Yueqiu clung tightly to my arm, wanting to see me off.
I said, "No need!" and pushed her away, but a soft, yielding mass pressed against her chest, startling me
. Yueqiu remained silent in the shadows, her back to her house, the doorway dimly lit, so no one else
could see her. I panicked, insisting even more. Her family finally gave in and let me walk back alone.
I staggered along the road, the cool night air
bringing back , a bitter and aching feeling. During the time I was entangled with Sister-in-law Bihua, Qixiu had been avoiding me. At first,
I thought she was just annoyed by my ambiguous relationship with Sister-in-law Bihua, but now it seemed, could it be because she had really
gotten together with Gensheng?
My mind raced, sometimes filled with jealousy and suspicion, sometimes with self-consolation. In my hazy state, a thought
gradually became clear: I must go find Qixiu now!
In the past few days, although I sometimes had a strong urge to see Qixiu,
I had managed to restrain myself, vaguely hoping there might be another chance. Today, after suddenly learning
about Gensheng's marriage proposal, I couldn't hold back any longer. Coupled with the energy from the alcohol, it all rushed to my head, and I just wanted to see her
right , regardless of whether it was good or bad!
As I approached Qixiu's house, my body trembled with nervous excitement. Fueled by the alcohol, I finally reached
the back window of Qixiu's house; the light was still on. I gently knocked on the glass, but after a long while, there was no response. So I leaned
against the window and called in a low voice, "Qixiu!" I paused, then stubbornly called a few more times, "Qixiu! Qixiu
!" All around was quiet, and there was no sound from inside. After a while, my heart relaxed, thinking: she
might not be here. But at least I had come to see her.
As if I had completed my mission, I suddenly didn't want to see her anymore and turned to leave. But then the back door of her house creaked
open, and a figure stepped out. I wanted to hide, but I couldn't move my legs; I stood there, legs spread apart, barely able to support myself.
The person approached, emerging from the darkness like a dream from the light near the window—it was Qi Xiu! She wore a
soft, thin dress, her eyes gleaming, indescribably captivating in the dim light.
I had so much to say, yet I stared at her, speechless. We stood
silently facing each other in the night for a long time. I reeked of alcohol, panting like a wounded wolf.
Qi Xiu must have smelled my alcohol. She gestured to me, coming to help me up. Her clear face
drew near, and I suddenly wanted to cry. I grabbed her hand, wanting to speak, but the words stuck in my throat.
Qixiu tried to struggle, and I instinctively pulled her, losing control due to the alcohol. Qixiu's soft, fleshy body was pulled into
my arms, and a girlish fragrance overwhelmed me in the darkness. I became excited, holding her tightly, wanting to
crush . My body swayed, but I couldn't stand, staggering a few steps until I stopped her against the wall. I buried my head in her shoulder and neck,
breathing heavily.
Qixiu hadn't expected this; her mouth was open, her head twisting, but she didn't make a sound. I looked up, and her lips
brushed against my nose and mouth. The cool touch drove me wild. I found her lips and pressed them hard. Her
cool, soft lips sank in, carrying a sweet fragrance. I finally kissed her!
Qi Xiu dodged, her lips following mine wherever they went, as if glued together, finally stopping at one
spot. After a long while, we separated, our faces pressed together, hot breaths mingling. In the blurry light, her face was so close that only her
nose, eyes, and mouth were visible, radiating an alluring charm in the darkness.
I mumbled a string of drunken ramblings. Qi Xiu listened, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. As if tired from talking
, I loosened my grip on her waist, slightly pulling away from her tight embrace, immediately feeling the astonishing
elasticity of her breasts and the softness of her waist. My erection almost instantly rose, hard and erect, pressing
between her legs. This was truly exhilarating; a current of electricity surged through my entire body.
Qi Xiu's dark eyes flashed with surprise, her body trembled, and she tried to push me away. Her soft fingers parted and pressed against my
chest , her breath coming in soft gasps. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the girlish softness between her fingers again,
and a strong will rose in my chest. I sealed her lips with mine again, a voice in my heart screaming, "Qi Xiu! Qi Xiu!"
I lowered my head, burying my face in her soft, bouncy breasts. In the soft fragrance, I was truly intoxicated, frozen there, motionless
for a long time . I don't remember how I got back to my room.
The next day was Sunday, and I still had no classes. When I woke up, my mouth was bitter and dry, and my throat felt sticky and uncomfortable
. I got up and brushed my teeth. I vaguely remembered going to see Qixiu last night, as if I'd gotten into trouble, but my memory was fragmented and
unclear . My head was spinning, so I went back to bed.
Around noon, Yueqiu brought Qixiu over. Yueqiu teased me about being drunk yesterday. I
listened anxiously, but since I didn't hear anything outrageous, I felt much more at ease. I secretly glanced at Qixiu. She was sitting
there, staring at her toes, a slight smile on her lips. I was a little dazed, staring blankly at her.
Yueqiu noticed and smiled as she was about to leave. Qixiu stood up, but Yueqiu pushed her back into a chair. Only
Qixiu and I were left in the room. I called out, and she turned and gave me a disapproving look. I reached out and hooked her hand around mine.
Qi Xiu turned her head to look at the door, her ears slowly turning red, but her hand obediently remained outstretched.
Our hands remained silently entwined in the air. A surge of blissful ecstasy filled my chest. I touched
the back ; it was plump and soft, with tiny circles at the base of her fingers, her knuckles curled up,
each one exquisitely white, like a tiny, living thing, moving and twitching in disbelief.
After a while, she broke free, got up to go to the table to pour water, and turned her back to me. I could now see
the difference between her and Sister-in-law Bihua. Both had shapely, slender waists and pert hips, but Sister-in-law Bihua's were soft and mature, with an alluring
exaggeration and nonchalance. Qixiu, on the other hand, was reserved and restrained; though her clothes covered her breasts, they swayed and bouncy, revealing
a youthful charm.
The house was quiet, filled with sweetness and happiness. The following days were the happiest
time . After dinner, Qixiu came and sat at the small table by the window, practicing calligraphy. I would play with her
hair from behind, revealing a section of her fair and delicate neck, sometimes pressing my hand against her back, guiding her hand as I taught her to write. I couldn't resist any longer
, so I let her sit on my lap. I pressed my cheek against hers, one hand under her armpit, and scribbled on the table.
She would often suddenly jump up, her face flushed red, while my crotch would already be hard and
erect .
Qi Xiu was very wary and wouldn't come near my bed. Although she often came to my room, I couldn't do anything about it.
Sometimes, my kisses would move her to a frenzy, and she would gasp softly, but her hands would always manage to push me away in time. Because I felt so much pity for her, I
couldn't bring myself to force her. Sister-in-law Bihua came by a few times, but seeing Qixiu there, she came less often.
One evening, it was raining heavily outside. I opened the door and saw Qixiu leaning against the back door of her house, smiling. I
waved called her over. She shook her head with a smile. I ran over and pulled her into the rain, bringing back a soaking wet
Qixiu. The sky was dark that day, and the room was unlit. I pressed Qixiu against the door and kissed her.
Qixiu's eyes were closed, her lips trembling slightly. I had loosened her collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin from her neck to her chest, which,
in the dim light from the window, exuded a melancholic, fleshy allure. The first time, my trembling hands unbuttoned her
clothes, pushed up her bra, revealing two bright red nipples peeking out from beneath her white skin. I passionately took one into my mouth.
Qi Xiu leaned against the door, her chest thrusting forward before bending down. My lips slid down her waist, lingering on her navel for a
moment before moving further down. Qi Xiu's hands protected her there, dodging my advances
. At the waistband of her trousers, a section of her hip bone suddenly widened on both sides, as if her trousers were about to fall off. Just one glance was enough to ignite my passion.
Without any prior mental preparation, I encircled Qi Xiu's hip bone and lifted her up. Qi Xiu's waist seemed to bend over.
I laid her down on the bed. Her wet clothes were open on both sides, her bra bunched up at her chin, obscuring her face. Her
body was long and white, her chest completely exposed, revealing two pointed nipples.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and tossed them aside. When Qixiu woke up and tried to get up, I pounced on her
, tearing at her until we were both naked.
Qixiu suddenly realized the danger and struggled desperately. I pulled back the blanket, plunging the room into darkness and
covering us both. Qixiu writhed under the blanket, giving me even more intoxicating touches of skin. I
went completely mad, my hands roaming all over her body, touching only smooth skin. When I touched her underwear, my hands slid
inside, revealing her bare buttocks. Further in, my fingers sank into soft flesh, interspersed with fine hairs.
Qi Xiu's body was trembling, burning hot and smooth all over. I felt my cheeks burning,
a stinging pain, and a surge of desire made my throat dry. I pulled down her panties and thrust my hard thing between her legs
. Her lower body recoiled, but I caught her, sinking down, feeling my lower body break through a mass of soft flesh,
slowly , inching deeper. The rough, fleshy sensation enveloped me, without any smooth, pleasurable sensation.
But I heard a strange sound, Qi Xiu's muffled cries stuck in her throat. I pushed up
the blanket and saw tears welling in her eyes, her head swaying, silently crying out. My heart ached, and I pulled her head into
my arms, tenderly pressing my face against her cheek. Then I remembered
what . Could I marry Qixiu? I didn't know myself, only that I felt an indescribable tenderness for the woman in my arms
. I was willing to die for her, but I didn't know if I had the courage to face everything that lay ahead.
My lower body was still inside her. As I slowly withdrew, a hot liquid seeped up between her legs,
trickling down her thighs, tickling me. I knew I had taken Qixiu's virginity, my heart was in turmoil, I just held her
tightly in my arms for a long time, giving her, and also giving myself, a silent comfort──────
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(IV)
After dinner, Huabian Village was peaceful and quiet. In the distance, among the trees, in front of a few houses,
some people were scattered. There were still wisps of smoke rising from the roofs of some houses, where people had cooked late.
I strolled leisurely until I reached a small hill. There, on the earthen platform in front of Qixiu's house, several children were running around,
some rushing, some blocking, playing a game of "obstacle course." Qixiu's parents sat
on low stools in the porch, occasionally taking a bite of their rice while watching them play.
After what happened with Qixiu, although I felt conflicted, I always had a
feeling saw them, these thoughts often crossed my mind, even though they were completely unaware. Her mother was especially kind to me,
and I, in turn, shyly enjoyed her mother's care. Sometimes, I even had a fleeting illusion of being a son-in-law
.
I lazily watched, my mind wandering through a jumble of thoughts. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head
, and my heart skipped a beat.
I quietly circled around to the back door of Qi Xiu's house, slipped under her clothesline, and entered the kitchen
. No one was there. I went into the inner room and saw Qi Xiu standing there, the wardrobe open; she was about to take something out.
Her bedroom door was open, and inside was a basin of steaming water, presumably for a bath.
I was already hard, and silently moved behind her, grabbing her slender waist and
pressing my hands against her soft, yielding flesh.
Qi Xiu was startled, her eyes snapping back in surprise.
My hands were on her abdomen, which, though delicate, was plump and alluringly
fleshy . She wore a coarse blue floral dress, and her body exuded a strong, hot feminine scent, the
scent , which was incredibly arousing. I buried my face in her shoulder and neck, breathing heavily, and kissed her there.
Qi Xiu made a soft "hmm" sound, and her cheeks flushed red, the blush spreading from her cheeks to the back of her neck.
Her face frantically towards the door and windows, the laughter of children outside was very clear, as if right next to her ears.
Qi Xiu's eyes were hazy with a hint of panic, and she reached back, pushing against my arms, but her hands were so delicate and weak that they lacked
any strength. Her panting made her chest rise higher and higher.
I tightened my arms around her, pressing her entire body against mine. Her full, firm breasts were incredibly alluring, and we both groaned
softly Qixiu leaned limply against me, her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open.
Without a word, I began to undo her blue floral belt at her waist. Qixiu clutched her waist, her face pleading . But my desire was burning
fiercely within me.
Breathing heavily, I pushed her firmly down onto the edge of the bed,
pulling off her trousers. What I saw there stunned me: it was like a peeled hard-boiled egg, a pale white mass, slightly
different in that it was tinged with a blush of shyness, so tender it made me want to take a bite.
My hand carefully touched it, and Qi Xiu's buttocks twitched. I squatted down, exhaling, and stared intently.
Before me lay a strange, hazy white scene. Her back was
draped in a blue floral dress, which, due to her bent-over posture, trailed up, revealing a smooth, concave area at her waist. This slopingly rose to her buttocks, becoming round and large,
enveloping them in a feminine, graceful curve, below which lay her plump thighs. At the protruding point, a depression appeared in the center,
revealing vibrant back, a few shy, curled hairs clung to her anus, which glistened with oil. I touched it with a finger, and
Qi Xiu shuddered, her buttocks shifting to the side.
I opened my palm and ran my hand down her buttocks to her lower back, then back down,
lingering on her plump buttocks before moving down her thighs to between her legs. Wherever my hand went, Qi Xiu's body slumped to the side,
going limp.
The silky touch made my hand itch, made my hand go crazy. I explored every exposed part of her body, and Qi Xiu slumped to
one side , her body curled up like a trembling worm.
I swallowed, helped her up, and couldn't resist the temptation. I stuck out my tongue and thoroughly licked
her red lips. They were salty and wet, with a distinct body odor, incredibly arousing.
Qi Xiu let out a hoarse cry, turned her face back, her fine white teeth biting her lower lip, her face flushed red, looking
like she was about to cry from shock and shame.
I breathed hot air at her, like a dog devouring its prey, my tongue not enough, I buried my face between her thighs. Ah, Qi Xiu, you're driving
me crazy! Her dodges and twists couldn't escape my tongue!
I didn't care about anything else anymore. I pulled out my raging member from my pants, aimed it at her bright red backside, and thrust hard
. The oily thing went right in. I held her lower back and started thrusting wildly. Qi Xiu was lying face down on
the bed, her body shaking with the impact. The blankets on the bed were torn apart by her hands, billowing high,
pushing the whole bed forward. But I held her lower back firmly and fucked her hard.
This was an unusually frenzied moment. The sounds of my lower abdomen slamming against her buttocks, the bed shifting, my
feet rubbing together, and my heavy breathing filled the room, creating a strange yet stimulating atmosphere.
Behind Qixiu's buttocks was a small, round opening, its red folds opening and closing. I couldn't resist pressing my thumb against
it, my fingertip slightly digging into the edge of the opening, where a protruding bone seemed to be struggling against my hand.
Unexpectedly, Qixiu was particularly sensitive to this area. Unable to bear it, her upper body stiffened for a moment, rising high
in the air falling back onto the bed. In that instant, her vagina suddenly tightened, gripping my penis so tightly that I couldn't pull it
out. Only after she crawled back onto the bed, a gush of fluid flowing out, did my penis suddenly feel free, and I could finally relax
and enjoy it.
I don't know how many times I thrust in and out, but my thing was rock hard, with no sign of ejaculation. Qi Xiu was limp
, making muffled gurgling sounds, I couldn't tell if it was from her throat or her stomach.
From behind, I watched my entire penis slide in and out of her, the pleasure so intense it made my whole body tense
, almost suffocating.
Just then, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the kitchen. With a "pop," I pulled my penis
out and rolled it into my pants. Qi Xiu also scrambled to her feet, trying to pull her pants up. Too late! The sound was already at the door. I
dragged Qi Xiu into her room and closed the door.
The person who entered from outside must have been Qixiu's younger brother. His steps were quick and light. He reached the table by the window, and
the sounds , tea being gulped down, followed by the sound of a teacup being slammed heavily on the table, and then running out of the room
.
I had just breathed a sigh of relief when the intermittent sounds of dishes being cleared from the kitchen came through again. Qixiu and I
stared at each other, listening intently: it seemed I couldn't get out.
Qixiu's pants were pulled up to her waist, unbuttoned, her hair disheveled, her breathing still uneven, and her face still flushed. I was about
to start over when I turned my head and caught a glimpse of steam rising from the bathtub next to us. An idea struck me, and I whispered in her ear, "Go
get the clothes and towels."
Qixiu listened without thinking and was about to open the door when suddenly her face turned bright red, and she hesitated, frozen in place. I pleaded,
"Okay, Qixiu, go quickly!" and gently nudged her from behind.
Qixiu hesitated for a moment before finally going, tiptoeing out to fetch towels and clothes. I heard her mother ask from inside the room,
"Qixiu, haven't you started washing yet?" Qixiu naturally couldn't answer. A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and Qixiu hesitantly
walked in, stopping behind the door.
I bolted the door and moved closer to Qixiu. Qixiu blushed and shook her head at me, shrinking back.
As soon as my hand reached her collar, she lowered her head and pressed her chin against it. I began to kiss her,
kissing her behind her ear, her neck, and her forehead haphazardly for a while, finally lifting her head and pressing my lips to hers.
In the midst of the passionate kiss, I undressed her piece by piece. Qixiu lay heavily in my arms, and I placed her in the basin.
Although the bathtubs in the countryside were large, they were only big enough for children to bathe in; adults usually stood in them, splashing water and washing themselves
. But I let Qixiu fill the tub, and then, like caring for a child, carefully helped her wash. Qixiu
shrank back shyly, her face buried against my chest, letting me do as I pleased. With a look of amazement, cherishing, and appreciation, I
lathered with soap, splashed water, and washed her, but made no move to arouse her desire.
This was an unforgettable, blissful moment in my life; my heart was filled with tenderness. Qixiu was my child, someone
I cherished and was deeply moved by.
Afterwards, Qixiu got out of the tub, and I took off my clothes and stood inside. Then Qixiu helped me wash. Qi Xiu
silently washed, then suddenly stopped, pressed herself against me, and silently shed tears. I silently held her close, and
time flowed by as darkness fell outside the window.
That night, I hid in Qi Xiu's room, moonlight streaming in through the window, the two of us entwined, reluctant to part.
Qi Xiu's younger brother slept in the outer room; the soundproofing of the walls was poor, and even his breathing could be faintly heard. Qi Xiu and I were very
careful , afraid to make the slightest sound. At first, we held each other close, and when my penis became erect, I guided it in, but couldn't go all the way in, only slowly
wriggling. Qi Xiu's lips, which were covering that area, kept leaking moisture, wetting the sheets. For a moment, I couldn't resist
and thrust hard, hitting my head. The bed shook violently with a creak, and the breathing next door
seemed to pause for a moment. Qi Xiu bit my shoulder tightly, and I froze, afraid to move.
Only when Qi Xiu's younger brother next door started breathing again did I gesture for her to sit down. Qi Xiu carefully sat down
, but refused to move, her body pressed against my chest. My erection remained inside her, and I gently
stroked her smooth back, drifting off to sleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt Qi Xiu move slightly while sitting on top. I opened my eyes, and Qi Xiu, blushing, had climbed back up,
refusing move. I smiled, closed my eyes, and let Qi Xiu try again. Qi Xiu's movements were small, only slightly using her hips...
Moving and squeezing below, an indescribable pleasure surged through me, unprecedented. I lay quietly, filled with
gratitude and tenderness, savoring the gentle caress Qixiu offered. It wasn't until dawn that I finally slept
for a while, still holding her.
In the morning, Qixiu feigned illness and didn't get up for breakfast. Only after her parents went to the fields and her younger brother
went to school did I quietly slip back to school and rush to class. Thinking of Qixiu, I secretly went to
her house during break. Qixiu sat by the window, kicking her legs and smiling at me. I kissed her on the lips, feeling a little more at ease,
and went back class.
After school in the afternoon, Liu Gui was waiting at my door, looking furtive. When did that guy get back to
Huabian Village?
As I got closer, I saw Yueqiu standing far away in the corner, seemingly unbothered by the stench, which made me chuckle. Liu Gui
must have come to ask for a room, and Yueqiu, standing there so delicately, was probably waiting to be pricked, I thought.
Liu Gui coughed a few times, and I felt sorry for him, saying, "Comrade Liu Gui, just say what's wrong!"
Liu Gui punched me, and I cried out in pain, "Isn't that a bit much? Asking for help and then hitting me?"
Yueqiu covered her mouth and laughed. I caught a glimpse and cried out, "Sister Yueqiu, come save me!"
Yueqiu blushed and laughed sardonicly, "You deserve it!"
I protested, "Good heavens, are neither of you reasonable, husband and wife?"
Liu Gui... He grabbed my neck and said gruffly, "Tell me! Will you lend it to me or not?!"
I nodded repeatedly, "Lend it! Lend it! How could I not lend it? Sister Yueqiu must be getting impatient."
Yueqiu followed me and said, "Tear his mouth apart!"
I darted away, throwing the key over, "But you have to wash my sheets first!"
I turned to the village entrance alone and suddenly realized that in Huabian Village, I didn't even have a friend to talk to or a place to sit
. I returned dejectedly, wanting to grab a book to read in the classroom.
When I got back to my room, the door was already closed. I thought, "No way, they've started so soon?" I went
to , but it was completely covered up. Even the hole that used to be there was now covered with a book.
I thought, oh well, and went to sit in the next classroom. But then I saw a door at the other end of the blackboard, and behind that door was
where my bed was. A thought struck me, and I went closer. Sure enough, I heard voices coming from inside.
Yueqiu said sweetly, "It's so hard!"
My heart skipped a beat. Liu Gui said, "That kid! He didn't even put on more mattresses. It's so uncomfortable, and it creaks
so loudly."
I chuckled, "So he was talking about the bed board."
"How about... we put his blanket on it?" Liu Gui's voice rang out.
"No, we'll get it dirty..." Yueqiu's voice trailed off, and then fell silent.
After a long while, Liu Gui finally let out a soft "Hmm!" The bed shook, and Yueqiu's tearful
voice
cried out, "Don't... keep touching there, your nails are too long, it hurts!" Liu Gui snorted, followed by a "slap, slap" sound, then a "
tsk tsk " kissing sound. Yueqiu sobbed again.
Liu Gui said, "Your water..."
Yueqiu: "It's all your fault! I... I'm so itchy!"
Liu Gui chuckled a few times, the bed shook a few times, and then Yueqiu cried out, "Oh no, why are you touching
there ! Move up a little."
Liu Gui laughed, "I did it on purpose, your butt is so clean!"
Yueqiu: "You... Oh!" A loud "plop" was heard, and the bed shook violently.
I thought to myself, "That Liu Gui is ruthless."
Suddenly, I heard Yue Qiu's voice erupt, a series of sobs and whimpers, like a lament, accompanied by the creaking of the bed
. It was enough to make one's soul scream. My penis instantly became erect, and I was extremely envious of Liu Gui at this moment,
wishing I could take his place.
Liu Gui stopped, panting heavily, and then thrust in heavily a few times. With each thrust, Yue Qiu let out a "uh"
sound, which made one's bones grow stronger.
After a while, Yue Qiu was silent for a long time, and I thought things had calmed down. Suddenly, I heard her
make a couple of muffled "hmm" and "hum" sounds, which gradually turned into a sob. She paused, then sobbed again. I
was completely overwhelmed. I squeezed my legs together, thinking, "Such moans exist in this world!"
Liu Gui suddenly started moving again with loud "hmm-hmm," and Yueqiu's soft moans were intermittent:
"Hmm...ah...I can't take it...I'm...going to die...ah!"
The last sound was loud and long, unrestrained, piercing my ear. My face burned, my throat was
parched , and my mind was filled with Yueqiu's moans. I never imagined that Yueqiu, usually so quiet,
would become so alluring in bed.
Silent Lace (5)
(V)
My initial impression of Yueqiu was that she was rather delicate, quiet and shy. Later, I learned that she
was one of the more active girls in Lace Village, and had two relationships before getting engaged to Liu Gui.
Unlike Qixiu, her family was better off. Her father and brother were both strong and capable, and her mother
was also a nimble person, keeping the house very tidy. She was the youngest in the family, and everyone doted on her,
rarely letting her do any work. So she was always dressed neatly and tidy, and her delicate and timid appearance
made her look less like a rural girl.
After we got to know each other, she often came to the school to play. Sometimes she would bring Qixiu along, and sometimes she would come to my
room to borrow books.
Because of Liu Gui, I always kept a certain distance from her. She, on the other hand, seemed more open and proactive, often
making advances towards me, which frequently made me blush and avoid her.
One time, I was taking a nap, the door was open for ventilation, and she came in, I only heard a slight noise. Still half asleep
, I slightly opened my eyes and saw her take a book from the table and sit facing me on the edge of the bed.
At first, I didn't think anything of it, but after a while, I realized that after my nap, I was full of energy, my penis was hard, and
it was sticking out of my shorts, standing upright, which was quite unsightly. I pretended to be very sleepy,
turned over , and lay facing inwards, but I found that having my backside facing the girl made it even more embarrassing. So
I turned back over, lying on my back, still hard, a long, crooked thing sticking out. I thought to myself, "No way
, she saw it, why didn't she run away?" Stealing a glance at her, I saw her face slightly flushed, holding
a book, blinking occasionally, sitting quietly facing me, but not moving.
After a while, I really felt uncomfortable, dizzy, and got up from the bed. Unexpectedly, Yueqiu also hurriedly stood up
. Face to face, my lower lip brushed against her upper lip and the tip of her nose. A cool, smooth touch on her lips.
I quickly stammered, "Ah, you're here?"
Yueqiu's face was tilted to the side, her ears red. "Oh, I felt a bit down at noon, so I came to borrow a book from you."
I hummed in agreement and went outside, my heart pounding wildly. Only when I saw Qixiu's clothes hanging on her
clothesline did my heart gradually calm down.
Actually, I knew Yueqiu had feelings for me, but because my heart was with Qixiu, I hadn't paid much attention before.
But after hearing Yueqiu's moans this time, I couldn't stop myself. A wicked feeling crept into my heart, my mind
a mess. Standing on the school's dirt ground, I felt uncomfortable all over, and I even felt a pang of jealousy towards Liu Gui, regretting
lending them my room. Liu Gui and Yueqiu stayed in the room for a while before coming out; I wondered what they
were doing .
Liu Gui saw me, gave me a strange smile, and offered me a cigarette: "Are you going to Jinshui's house tomorrow?" He exhaled
a smoke ring, looking completely relaxed.
Jinshui's grandfather passed away this morning, a big event in the village. The village chief came to the school this afternoon to tell
me and gave the school two days off. I didn't know if I should go, or what I would do there. So I forced a smile
: "I don't know, I'll think about it tomorrow." I noticed Yueqiu's disheveled hair and flushed face. Without looking at
me, she lowered her head and walked into the shadows. I forced a smile again: "Go on." Liu Gui
quickly followed Yueqiu.
That night, I carefully examined the bed where they had committed their acts, but found no trace of anything, and I had no idea how they had disposed of it
. Lying down, the image of Yueqiu rolling and moaning on the bed floated into my mind, keeping me awake all night.
I went to Jinshui's house on the evening of the second day of school holiday. Most of the adults and children from the village were there,
along with some of the deceased's relatives and friends; it was quite lively.
On the front door of Jinshui's house were couplets with black characters written on white paper. In the living room sat the coffin containing the deceased, and behind the coffin was an altar
for offering sacrifices. On both sides were many elegiac couplets and wreaths, and in front of them were piles of prayer cushions. In the inner corner on
the right side of the hall , three or five people dressed in cassocks were performing a ritual. Many elderly people and children gathered around to watch. Incense smoke
swirled, ritual instruments clanged, and chanting sutras rose and fell intermittently. Because of the large number of people, there was no eerie or gloomy
atmosphere at all. On the contrary, the bustling crowd and children running around created a warm and lively atmosphere.
Organizing such a funeral required a lot of manpower. Huabian Village was small, and almost every household contributed
people to help. Sister-in-law Bihua was responsible for receiving guests and assisting with the kitchen, keeping her extremely busy. Qixiu and some other
women and girls folded paper flowers and made paper money, working through the night to finish the task. Liu Gui was running around, borrowing bowls and chopsticks from one neighbor and
moving tables and chairs from another, keeping himself very busy. Aside from the elderly and children, only Yueqiu and I were idle
, unable to help at all, just looking around.
After dinner, the hall became even more crowded, all gathered to watch the ritual being performed. I was squeezed into
a corner behind the main entrance, surrounded by some children, some school students, some not, who seemed uncomfortable in the heat.
The person leading the ritual was surprisingly a young man of sixteen or seventeen, with a newly grown beard, wearing a golden
robe , and performing it with great seriousness and conviction. The other elderly men in brown robes were all following his instructions,
which looked quite amusing. I heard that this young man's grandfather used to be the head of this religious troupe, but now that he's old and
can't walk anymore, he passed on this "skill" to his grandson, who continues to be the head of the troupe.
As I was watching, Yueqiu suddenly squeezed in front of me. She had short hair, a delicate neck, and wore
a yellow floral dress on her frail shoulders. I gently patted her small shoulder; the dress was thin, and my hand felt the warmth of her skin. Yueqiu
turned and smiled at me before turning back to watch the ritual.
At this moment, more people squeezed into the hall—those who had finished their tasks—but I didn't see Qixiu,
Liu Gui, or Sister-in-law Bihua. Because of the crowd, Yueqiu was pushed back, her whole body almost in my arms. She
felt incredibly soft and light, with a faint fragrance emanating from her hair.
She was slightly shorter than me, reaching my forehead. I tilted my head, my mouth right next to her ear, and my breath escaped into the hair behind her ear
. Soon I felt her body growing hotter and hotter in my arms. Her previously barely perceptible body suddenly became real and
sensual . The most unbearable thing was that her buttocks were pressed against my erection, sometimes close, sometimes away,
sometimes pushed back against me, making me extremely uncomfortable. Coupled with the sexual fantasies I'd had about her these past two days, I suddenly
felt that Yue Qiu was the most delicate and alluring girl in the world. My mouth was dry, and my erection quietly
hardened, pressing against her buttocks, probably above her anus.
Yue Qiu probably sensed it; her eyes were fixed straight ahead, and her buttocks moved restlessly, only adding to the pleasure in my
erection . I couldn't help but tremble. Relying on Yue Qiu's usual affection for me,
I couldn't resist placing my hands on her hips, feeling the contours of her buttocks.
The moment my hand touched her crotch, her body trembled slightly, then regained its balance, showing little
reaction and continuing to look ahead.
Emboldened, I stealthily reached down with one hand, guiding my penis between her legs,
feeling it against her genitals. Then I returned my hand to her hips, pulling them apart, my penis firmly pressed against the
soft area between her thighs, pleasure spreading throughout my body. Although the hall was packed with people,
I felt as if it were just the two of us, brazenly thrusting and pumping, doing something lawless.
Yueqiu squeezed her legs together, leaning back even more. My hand slipped under the hem of her shirt,
touching only soft skin. Her waist was so slender;
it felt almost too thin to be anything but, as if it could break.
Yueqiu let out a soft "humph." Feeling guilty, I froze, afraid to move. I glanced at her from the side
and saw her eyes fixed straight ahead, biting her lower lip, offering no other response. I relaxed
. I touched her hand at her waist, but unexpectedly, she reached behind me and
pinched . I was almost scared out of my wits. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. Our hands
became intertwined, a sensation even more ecstatic than intercourse.
I remembered her moans that day, and my heart ached. I pulled her hand and tugged at her, squeezing through
the crowd first. I waited in the shadows, and when she came out too, I slowly walked down the slope towards the
village office to the left of Jinshui's house. A cool breeze blew outside, and thinking about what was about to happen, my body trembled uncontrollably.
When we arrived at the village office, the long, narrow building was completely empty. There were usually few people there; it was where Jinshui's family worked.
It was a funeral; even the village officials who occasionally came to visit were absent, yet the door remained open as usual. I entered
the hall and stood in the darkness. Yueqiu's frail figure appeared outside the door, but hesitated to come in.
I lowered my voice and called out, "Come in."
Her body seemed to be trembling as well, and she shrank slightly as she entered. I grabbed her, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her passionately on
the face . Yueqiu softly cried out, "No!" but didn't struggle much.
As soon as I found her lips, she kissed me passionately. Our tongues entwined in our mouths, unwilling to part. I pulled away
for a moment, panting, and dragged her into the room next door. As we walked, she whispered, "
No. "
I was completely aroused. Without a word, I led her from room to room, trying to open the doors. Finally, a
storage room on the right was open. As soon as we went in, I started unbuckling her belt. My heavy breathing could be heard throughout the room.
Yueqiu's hand rested on my moving hand. She said, "No," but didn't stop me. Her short hair fell down, and
in the darkness, I could only vaguely see her mouth and chin.
As soon as I untied her, I turned her around and pushed her against an old, dusty square table with her back to me. Yueqiu
braced herself on the edge of the table, her voice trembling with tears, "So dirty!" I took off my clothes and threw them on the table, then
pulled down her pants completely. I touched between her legs; they were wet. Yueqiu hummed in response and pulled
the clothes I had thrown on the table over her stomach. I touched her buttocks with my hard, fleshy rod, and once touched her anus.
Yueqiu lowered her buttocks slightly and said, "No."
I remembered that Liu Gui must have done the same thing that day, and I couldn't help but find it a little funny. I deliberately circled around her anus, and Yueqiu
turned her face away: "Don't touch there, it's dirty."
I leaned over her back, grabbed her breasts and kneaded them, and whispered, "I heard from Liu Gui that you're very
clean ."
Yueqiu spat: "You dead man!" I didn't know whether she was cursing me or Liu Gui.
A dim light shone through the window, revealing her thin yellow cloth dress. I said, "Take your clothes off too
."
Yueqiu whispered, "Hurry up, don't let anyone see."
My thing was right at the entrance of her wet vulva. I nudged it, and Yueqiu let out a "humph." Hearing this, I
became aroused and, without bothering to take off her clothes, I guided her and thrust in.
Yueqiu cried out, "Oh!" and turned her head, panting softly, "Yours is bigger than his."
Hearing this, my bones hardened, and I thrust into her hard again and again. With each thrust, Yueqiu's body trembled and
she lunged forward, eventually leaning onto the table, raising her buttocks high, crying out, "Ah! -- Hmm! --
I can't take it anymore -- Harder! -- Oh!" Her flesh was very soft and tender, and with each thrust, there was a "smack" sound,
and the tender flesh on her buttocks trembled with each thrust, creating a rhythmic sound in sync with her cries.
During our pauses, I kneaded her body all over. She was incredibly sensitive; every touch seemed to
elicit a sound from her—"hum," "hmm," and sometimes she'd say, "Ah! A little lighter," "A little
higher ," "Don't touch there, it itches!" "Okay, that's enough..." She seemed to say
whatever came to mind, sounding incredibly innocent and alluring.
I had her hold my penis, and she turned around, squatted down, and took it in, making muffled
"hmm" and "ooh" sounds. After sucking for a while, she pulled out, gently touched it, and softly said, "Very
clean ."
I chuckled and said, "Let me see yours."
Yueqiu said, "No."
I pushed her against the table: "Come on!" She lay down. I've recently started smoking, so I lit a cigarette,
spread her legs, and sang.
Yueqiu cried out in surprise, "No! -- Someone will see!"
In an instant, I could see clearly that her pubic hair was similar to her head hair, soft, yellowish, and rather
sparse . The flesh in the middle was pink, as tender as the meat of a river clam in a stream, moist and alluring. I lowered my head and
sucked, and Yueqiu inhaled. I began to lick, and her legs opened and closed, her nose snorting like a child's,
gradually turning into moans, her body rolling around on the table.
I stopped my penis at the entrance of her vagina, stroking her labia up and down incessantly. Yueqiu couldn't help herself, occasionally raising her buttocks
high , her legs clamping together, crying, "Come in quickly!" I stopped firmly at the entrance, and suddenly thrust
forward. Yueqiu cried out "Ah!", raised her upper body high, and then fell back down.
I pressed my body against hers, thrusting slowly and deliberately, panting as I asked, "
Does it feel good?"
Yueqiu moaned softly for a while, then suddenly stopped and said, "It feels good." Her voice was both sweet and coquettish.
My hands kneaded her breasts, feeling their softness like cotton. Although they weren't as elastic as Qixiu's,
touching them felt like my palms were melting between her breasts, a uniquely delicate and fragile sensation that was incredibly pleasurable.
With each gentle thrust, Yueqiu let out a soft moan, making me want to thrust wildly into her.
After a while, I felt my thrusts getting tighter and tighter, and Yueqiu's moans became more varied, sometimes barely audible,
sometimes bursting into cries. I lifted her legs high, and my penis began to press firmly against her tender flesh. Yueqiu
stopped crying out, only letting out soft, labored moans, each one more intense than the last, her lower abdomen heaving. Finally, her legs
drooped down onto my shoulders, her hands flailing at her waist.
Suddenly, her breathing became rapid, her legs straightening abruptly, and she cried out loudly, "Mmm—ah—
I can't take it anymore—I—ah!" The last cry was loud and long, just like the one she had with Liu Gui that day, and I quickly
covered her mouth.
Her vagina contracted and spasmed incessantly, like a toothless mouth, pursing and
releasing warmly around my penis. I held her down and thrust wildly. Her body went limp, one hand clutching my hair, her arm
soft and bent, twitching. I thrust a few times, then suddenly stopped inside, breaking open, my fluid spurting out and hitting her
. Her body shuddered, and a stream of fluid flowed down, warm and
comforting, spreading across my shaft.
I remained inside her for a long time, both of us motionless, as if dead. At that moment, I forgot Qixiu
, forgot Liu Gui, only feeling a heavy weight on my body, an indescribable, unrestrained joy and satisfaction
swirling .
Yueqiu got up first, bit my nose, and chuckled softly. We were like a reckless adulterous
couple , feeling as if the entire dark world belonged to us, frolicking incessantly.
At the window, the moon quietly nestled in my arms. We gazed at Jinshui's house, brightly lit, filled with the sounds of chanting and...
The sound of the ritual instruments could be faintly heard. I thought to myself, at least for this night, Yueqiu belonged to me, and I
belonged to Yueqiu.
(VI)
Grandpa Jinshui's funeral was like a large stone thrown into the pond of Huabian Village, lively for a few days,
then calmed down.
The guests left one after another, and the students returned to the classroom. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and summer vacation was coming soon.
I didn't know if the sick teacher would be able to return to school next semester. My uncle came once or twice, but didn't mention it.
After the funeral, Yueqiu went to Liu Gui's house and never came back. In the following days, it rained a few times. I usually like
early summer rain. Recently, I've been feeling a bit unsettled, and the rain only made me more irritable. Inside
the house , I idly flipped through some books. Qi Xiu's house was so close, yet I didn't go to her.
I think I was letting my desires cloud my judgment. During that time with Yue Qiu, I was completely
gripped by desire, without any restraint. Afterwards, I felt utterly broken, both physically and mentally. I didn't have the courage to approach
Qi Xiu.
I sat blankly on the bed, staring at an oil lamp, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.
In my utterly despondent state, I felt ugly and haggard. For a moment, I had an impulse, hoping that Sister Bi Hua would come, so I could have
one last wild night with her, indulging in unbridled debauchery, completely falling into depravity.
Lost in these thoughts, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. My heart pounded. At this moment, I wouldn't let any woman who came by
escape!
I opened the door, but no one was there. I stood there stunned for a moment. Qixiu turned around from the side of the wall, a little shy, a little mischievous. At that
moment , I couldn't tell whether I felt disappointed or happy.
Qixiu rarely came to my place on her own initiative. So she used a slightly mischievous way to cover up her shyness.
After not seeing her for a few days, Qixiu gave me a strange and fresh feeling, especially on such a sudden
night . I said, "Oh, come in, have a seat." My tone was even a little polite.
Qixiu was dressed very lightly today, in a short-sleeved top. Her fair arms were exposed, adding a touch of playful
plumpness . As soon as I entered the room, the light shone in, and she covered her other arm with one hand. It seemed that she rarely wore such
short sleeves and was not very used to it, so she seemed a little hesitant and shy.
Her eyes, still clear, were veiled in a misty haze, pacing uneasily around the room. Qi Xiu was perceptive; noticing my
lack of enthusiasm, she immediately sensed it.
A pang of pain shot through me; I couldn't bear it any longer. I moved closer, took her hand, and pulled her into my arms. The moment I did, I
felt an urge to cry. My face pressed against her cool, smooth arm, I remained silent.
Qi Xiu stroked my head, again and again. When I looked up, tears welling in my eyes, Qi Xiu
kissed an elusive, light touch, merely cool to the touch. Yet, I could feel
the fleeting sip of her lips as they parted. I even heard a barely audible "tsk." Qi Xiu was
utterly blushed by that final, soft sound, a blush rising to her cheeks.
I didn't tease her as usual. Instead, I buried my head deeper into her chest.
For the first time, Qixiu's breasts gave me the feeling of a mother's breasts. I sank in, not wanting to get up.
After a long while, Qixiu shook my hand and led me out of the house.
The rain had stopped for two days, the air outside was dry, and the moonlight was bright. Qixiu led me by the hand all the way to her
yard.
There were two bamboo mats on the yard, one empty, the other occupied by Qixiu's little brother's small body. Huabian
was located in a valley-shaped basin, where summer nights were quite hot and humid. There was no electricity, so electric fans couldn't be used. Villagers usually put bamboo mats on their
yards and rested until very late before going back inside to sleep.
Tonight, I am Qixiu's child! She led me to sit on the empty bamboo mat. She pushed her brother's body
away , and they lay down on the bamboo mat together.
I lay down facing Qixiu. Qixiu lay down facing me, and we gazed at each other silently. In the darkness, Qixiu's
eyes shone, and the contours of her face resembled solidified milk. Tonight, she was like a poem, breathing with life.
Everything around us was so beautiful; insects chirped in the grass, the slope in front of the courtyard was steep, and below, several dark
rooftops were faintly visible, with a vast expanse of farmland in the distance. The night had its own voice, so distant, so vast.
Our four hands silently intertwined, and then our heads gradually drew closer, and we kissed.
Lost in our passion, we kissed. I disregarded everyone, including Qixiu's younger brother waking up, and Qixiu's parents suddenly
appearing. I even hoped that Qixiu's parents could come to the open space at this moment and see Qixiu and me kissing like this, to
highlight the openness and naturalness of our kiss, as natural as heaven and earth.
My kiss landed on Qixiu's bare arm, then moved across her waist, kissing her bare ankles and
calves. Qixiu was not shy tonight; tonight, Qixiu was as tolerant as a mother, spreading her body, even
leading me slightly, her hand on my head, gently stroking the back of my head and my ear. Only when I stroked her hip did she blush
slightly and turn away.
In the moonlight, her profile undulated like the surrounding mountains, carrying a maternal tranquility. I sat up slightly,
keeping a distance, my hand flowing over her entire body, like a cool breeze, causing Qixiu to tremble slightly.
I lifted the hem of her dress behind her waist, sliding my fingers up her rounded waist, tracing the hem of her trousers. The temptation was right
there: her suddenly wide and high hips, the triangle formed by her thighs curling together, and
her legs drawn back like a fishtail.
Qixiu's eyes drooped, seemingly lost in a sweet dream.
Then I opened her arms, secretly, without the entire village knowing. Like night engulfing the village, I
entered her, slowly thrusting from behind.
To engulf her, or let her engulf me, silently, we began to make love.
I gradually pushed deeper, my chest pressed tightly against her back, without a single gap, my lips
landing on her cheek. That force continued to grow, to become stronger, its tip writhing, striving
to extend further, to touch her deeply buried bones. She opened up, she flinched, her smoothness, her warmth,
all struck by me.
Qi Xiu didn't move, didn't even groan; she guarded her quiet dream. Being taken from, squeezed
, and demanded by me. She was asleep, so she didn't struggle.
Finally, I heard her first low breath. Like an uncontrollable
bubble , it was crushed by me, scattering into more delicate moans.
My root withdrew from deep within her body, creating some distance, then thrust in again, like a whip,
lashing out repeatedly, only to be grasped and tightened by her smooth, soft body. But I refused to yield, pushing harder and harder...
Frenzy, even a frenzied assault. I completely disregarded the fact that my younger brother, Qixiu, was sleeping right beside me!
Qixiu couldn't hold on any longer; she struggled, she tried to escape. Too late! Countless whips rained down
on her soft body, disrupting her form, her resistance weak and powerless. Finally, she let out a low cry!
I showed no mercy, pressing down on one of her hips, my fingertips digging deep. Using that leverage, my hips swayed, and
my tip, time and again, relentlessly broke through her, penetrating her deeper and deeper. Like a sharp
awl , piercing her struggling, writhing body. She had nowhere to escape, held tightly in my grasp.
Qi Xiu's collapse came suddenly. Her buttocks rose and fell, trembling uncontrollably. Her inner walls spasmed, tightly
gripping my root. Slippery fluids overflowed, washing over my shaft. My hardness, in that instant,
was about to soften, finally breaking through with a hot burst. My uncontrollable fluids flowed away, never to return.
I remained inside her, like a farmer collapsing in the field. A soft elegy rose, and this night was incomparably
beautiful .
Qi Xiu turned around, tears welling in her eyes. We began an endless kiss until our tongues were
numb I pulled Qi Xiu into my arms.
The distant mountains were silent, the fields were silent, the starry sky was silent. The entire lace-covered area was immersed in the deeper night, and boundless silence
spread out.
My eternally silent maiden, my Qixiu, is in my arms now. May this moment last forever!
[The End]

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