Sex Medicine Spring Song

Huangji's Ramblings:
Some say my writing doesn't resemble erotic fiction, but I believe that's because most people have seen too many "erotic fantasies" posted online
and have forgotten what real novels and literature should be like. "Emotion" represents the heart, and "color" represents desire.
The arrangement indicates the depth of a work's content. If it's erotic, it means the content focuses more on physical acts
than on the complexities of human emotions and feelings. Well-written erotic novels might be considered literature, but they are usually relegated to the category of eclectic
fiction . If it's erotic, it means it emphasizes the realities of human relationships, including joy, sorrow, separation, and death, with
erotic scenes used as interludes. Such works, due to their depth, are more difficult for the general public to accept. Although they can be categorized as literature,
they are usually ignored.
Most people think that writing erotic literature is a simple matter. If it's just about writing a few short pieces of text and then launching into intense
and obscene sexual scenes, with flesh flying everywhere and a ton of moans and groans, I personally think that's certainly true. However, I believe
that erotic literature is more difficult to write than regular novels or literary works. This is because, in addition to having the climaxes and suspenseful plots of a novel
, it must also possess literary depth and elegant language. Furthermore, the description of desire must be handled with extreme care, lest it degenerate into a vulgar
work using crude language. This is also why most authors are reluctant to tackle erotic novels or erotic literature. Of course, I wouldn't dare say I write them exceptionally well;
I simply want to emulate the spirit of Han Yu, who "revived the declining literary tradition of eight generations and saved the world from its drowning," hoping to raise the standard of erotic literature and
prevent it from degenerating into vulgar and obscene eclectic works. I
also want to apologize here. Recently, due to various distractions and the pressures of life, I've found it difficult to put pen to paper.
I've managed to finish eleven chapters, albeit reluctantly and procrastinatingly. Although I initially had the entire plot in mind and the paragraphs were well-
arranged , as the work neared completion, I felt increasingly powerless, especially with the ending causing me considerable headaches. However, the biggest
reason is the threat of unemployment, which prevents me from focusing on online writing. Sometimes I lament that Taiwan, unlike Japan or the United States, doesn't allow one to make a
living by writing erotic literature. In Taiwan's closed environment, it's relegated to a clandestine, underground publication. A while ago, my bank
account was down to just three digits, a stark reminder of the pressures of reality. My internet credits were also running low,
making further purchases impossible. After all, literary creation can only be a pastime; how can one produce refined works when even basic necessities are scarce? While I
aspire to emulate the simple, unpretentious lifestyle of Yan Hui, the modern world is not ancient, and I can only sigh in envy.
Originally, there were two chapters left, plus a literary tragedy version and a traditional novel version with two endings. It seems I'm unable to finish them
. Saying goodbye doesn't mean farewell. Perhaps I'll complete it in the future and share it with everyone, but maybe it will happen someday
, some month, some year… I don't even know when. I also want to thank the readers who have been so supportive these past few months. This is my
last post of the full text; please take advantage of it if you're missing anything, otherwise you might have to ask someone else for it later. Finally, I'll leave you
with a farewell poem by Li Yu, "Meeting Joy": "

The flowers have faded, spring's beauty gone too soon, helpless against the morning's cold rain and evening's wind.
Tears like rouge, lingering to stay drunk, when will we meet again? Life is a constant regret, like water flowing eastward."
Cherish the Meeting 10/2 Huang Jisheng's Essays on
Sexual Medicine Spring Song
Part 1: The Lying Girl
"Dr. Wang... Dr. Wang... We've arrived... Please wake up!" A slight shaking woke me from my drowsy sleep. I
opened my eyes and saw the driver, Lao Li, with a kind smile on his face. Although it was already past four in the afternoon, the scorching afternoon sun in central and southern Taiwan had
not diminished and shone through the dark black heat-insulating glass of the car.
I looked out the window and saw a huge, towering building standing outside. This was a large, privately-run
general Recent news reports frequently featured high-ranking officials and dignitaries receiving treatment there. Although it had only been established for two or
three years, the consortium behind it was extremely dedicated to its operation. Not only did it spare no expense in importing the latest medical equipment and drugs from abroad
, but it also spent a fortune poaching outstanding and renowned doctors. Aside from the consortium owner's efforts in promoting the hospital, it skillfully used its
political and economic connections to frequently invite politicians and celebrities to be hospitalized for publicity. Recently, it had also successfully treated several rare and complex diseases, and the media
had already hyped it up as the number one popular hospital in central and southern Taiwan.
This hospital had tried to poach me before, but at the time I believed my hospital had the highest reputation in the country. Although their
offer was very tempting, I declined their invitation considering my future career prospects. Sure enough, in just three or four years, with my superb
surgical skills and smooth interpersonal skills, I quickly rose to become a leading authority in surgical procedures at the hospital. Given the hospital's reputation, every word and action
had a significant impact on the outside world. Using its name, I naturally had everything I needed, and it was hard to resist the power and wealth. The money from patients
and the honors bestowed upon me by high-ranking officials meant that, although I was only thirty years old, I had already achieved both fame and fortune.
But as the saying goes, pride comes before a fall. Although I always believed that with my wealth, reputation, and handsome appearance, it would be impossible for women to resist my charm, even if they didn't
throw still managed to run into a brick wall. At that time, a group of nursing
students came to our hospital for internships. With my charm, they naturally swarmed around me like flies all day long. I could say that I spent every night immersed in their tender, youthful
bodies. But later I noticed that one of the girls, a short-haired girl, completely ignored me and focused solely on her nursing internship.
To be honest, although she was good-looking, she wasn't the stunning type. But the more I observed her, the more I realized that she was the kind of girl whose beauty grew on me
. She had shoulder-length short hair and stubborn, bright eyes. More importantly, she exuded youthful vitality and a serious attitude. I could almost smell the fragrance of her virginity .
She gave me a thrilling, impulsive feeling, like dripping ink on a blank sheet of paper, defiling its purity.
I found out her name was Ye Mei, a simple and pure name. Ye Mei… tsk… indeed, she lived up to her name, like a thorny, pure
, and proud white rose. During her internship, I tried every possible way to get closer to her, but I just couldn't find a way in. When I invited her to
dinner , she always said she didn't have time; when I gave her flowers or gifts, she always returned them untouched. What was worse, she never gave me a friendly look,
avoiding me like the plague whenever she saw me. People are always prone to making mistakes; the more unattainable something is, the more they want it. Finally, one day
I saw her tidying up a bed in a private hospital room. I thought to myself, "This is an opportunity not to be missed," and tiptoed in quietly. At that moment, she was facing away from the door.
She was covered in the sheets and couldn't see me, so I walked behind her and gently blew into her ear, saying, "Little Meimei...why are you the only one
busy ? Where is everyone else?"
Predictably, she jumped in surprise, almost bumping into my nose. Luckily, I dodged quickly. I grinned at her, anticipating her
reaction. She quickly regained her composure and glared at me angrily, saying, "Dr. Wang, please show some respect. This is a hospital.
I'm a nurse and you're a doctor. Please don't do anything that would tarnish your status!"
I took a step closer to her with a grin and said, "Strange, I haven't done anything rude, so why do you want me to show respect?
I really don't understand why you hate me so much." I kept moving closer, gradually forcing her to sit down on the bed.
I looked down at her and said, "Little Meimei, I have plenty of fame and fortune. As long as you're willing to date me, I guarantee you'll enjoy endless riches and honors
..." I said jokingly.
Suddenly, she stood up with a whoosh and said angrily, "You think a few stinking coins are anything special? To be honest, I hate
doctors like you who disregard human life and accept bribes. It's people like you who tarnish the reputation of doctors!"
Hearing her say that, I couldn't help but feel furious. Although I wouldn't dare call myself a good person, and I often accept bribes,
I would never allow such a thing as disregarding human life and ruining the reputation of doctors to happen, based on professional dignity. Strictly speaking, she was only half right.
Enraged, I grabbed her wrist, trying to pin her to the bed, my lips roughly attempting to touch her cherry lips. Suddenly, she
found strength, biting my wrist hard and shoving me to the ground. She screamed wildly and stormed out the door
. Unfortunately, a group of interns were doing their clinical practice next door, and they rushed over to see what was happening. The ward and I were a complete
mess. I cursed inwardly and hastily made up an excuse about killing a cockroach, slipping some candy to them. Although everyone had their own interpretation, they didn't really know the reason.
For the next two or three days, I lived in constant fear, terrified that Ye Mei would report me to the hospital. Although I had already prepared several contingency
plans, the media these days loves to dredge up old wounds. If news of a famous doctor sexually harassing someone were to accidentally surface, I would be incredibly embarrassed.
Add to some jealous and opposition people at the hospital were stirring up trouble, and my chances of running for the next vice-president position were hopeless.
Fortunately, Ye Mei didn't seem to tell anyone. These past few days have been surprisingly peaceful and boring, which has scared my cells half to death. It seems that
although she dislikes me, she's not the type to resort to underhanded tactics. This makes me admire her even more and want to get her even more. But after that
incident , she became much more cautious, never alone, which prevented me from making a move. As time passed,
their internships were about to end, and they had to return to school to prepare for their graduation exams, forcing me to abandon my plans for her.
This was a huge blow to me. I've never failed to get any woman, and while she wasn't solely attractive in appearance
, her aloofness fueled my unrequited desires. For several days after her departure, I felt
lost and listless , unable to muster any energy for anything. At that time, my good friend from my student days, Zhangming, had just been promoted to vice president of this hospital in central Taiwan
. In order to improve his performance and build a new image, he invited me to come south to his hospital for a temporary residency. To change
my mood, I agreed without much thought.
I got out of the car, took a deep breath, and the unique dampness of the grassy fields in southern Taiwan, along with the aroma of fruit, wafted into my nostrils. Instantly,
all the resentment I had been holding in vanished. Just then, I saw Zhangming walking towards me with a big smile, saying, "Oh my! It's an honor to have such a distinguished guest
. I'm truly unworthy to have a nationally renowned doctor like you humbly taking such a humble position." I
smiled back and said, "Stop joking. Everyone knows you're now the vice president of this famous hospital, and the next president. Among our old classmates, you've risen the fastest..." After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zhangming took me to report to the president. We chatted about our student days, and he introduced me to the hospital's situation. Given my previous fame, I naturally caused quite a stir in the hospital, with many nurses coming to see this legendary, handsome, and wealthy genius surgeon. Looking at the nurses who had gathered around, I felt a surge of pride resurfaced. I figured I could probably snag a good meal here. Zhangming had given me a private consultation room with several young and pretty nurses; it was true that my old classmate and good friend knew my tastes. Originally, Zhangming wanted to get me a single room in the dormitory, but I privately told him that I had a lot of nightlife and that dormitories were inconvenient. He was quite sensible and got me a guesthouse in the city center instead. This guesthouse was located in a high-end building in a prime downtown area, and it was one of the places the hospital 's backing conglomerate used to entertain political and business elites. After consulting with his boss, Zhangming concluded that he would try his best to meet my requests, showing that he was still persistent in trying to poach me. During our conversation, Zhangming also subtly hinted that if he could successfully persuade me to switch jobs, his boss could promote him to the next superintendent and me to vice-superintendent , and then, after a while, when his boss promoted him to a councilor, I would become superintendent. I knew Zhangming was very ambitious and not really suited to be a doctor; he had always wanted to reach the center of politics through other means, but I didn't want to become a stepping stone for his advancement. I didn't give a reply, as I just wanted to rest and enjoy this vacation in southern Taiwan. With my arrival, the hospital heavily advertised its renowned doctors' appointments, and Zhangming's surgical department immediately became bustling with business , and I was incredibly busy. Let alone having a meal with the nurses, I could hardly find time to go back to the guesthouse to rest. I couldn't help but regret Zhangming and the boss were so shrewd in their calculations, making the most of everything and not wasting a single thing. I originally thought that I would probably be living a vegetarian life for the next few months, until one day... It happened to be a Saturday afternoon, and a thunderstorm came down with a rumble. The misty rain meant that there were far fewer people coming to see the doctor. I was taking a breather during my free time, holding a cup of coffee and chatting with a nurse. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the emergency room. Curious , I went over to see what was going on. It turned out that an elderly woman had collapsed due to kidney dialysis and was currently undergoing emergency dialysis. Just as I was about to leave, unfazed, a clear, urgent voice called out, "Grandma! Grandma! Cheer up!" I turned my head and saw a little girl, about ten or eleven years old, looking down at the bedside with a panicked expression. I looked at her closely; although her face was still very young, she was a real little beauty in the making, and she would definitely grow up to be a stunning young woman. Her long hair, past her shoulders, obscured her slightly thin face, and her limbs appeared malnourished and thinner than those of a typical child. Her clothes looked unusually rough and slightly dirty.

Judging from her little dress, I figured her family must be poor. I gently comforted her, saying, "Little sister, don't be nervous. Your grandma is having dialysis, she'll be fine
soon ."
She looked up at me, her clear eyes filled with tears, and said, "Really...!" My heart
skipped Besides her pretty little face and sad expression, I seemed to see a serious look in her beautiful, clear eyes—
a look that belonged to an adult, a look that had seen the vicissitudes of life and understood the ways of the world. This kind of look shouldn't belong to a
child . Moreover, I could sense from the way she looked at me that she was a smart and proud child, her soul possessing its own
pride.
I consider myself good at judging people; I can figure out a person's temperament in just a few words and then tailor my approach accordingly. Although some
say I'm slick, I developed this skill from a young age to survive. Otherwise, given the complex network of factions and connections in my hospital, how could I
have been unanimously elected as the top leader? So, the moment our eyes met, I instinctively felt that this little girl was no ordinary person, which piqued my
interest.
I smiled and said, "Of course, Uncle is a doctor, and doctors don't lie," I said guiltily.
The little girl blinked her beautiful eyes and said worriedly, "Doctor, my grandma has been like this a lot lately. I don't know what's wrong with her.
Please, please cure her! I beg you!"
I smiled wryly and said, "Well, I haven't seen your grandma's medical records, so I can't make a diagnosis right now. But judging from this situation, it
's probably kidney failure due to old age!"
The little girl asked curiously, "What's kidney failure? Can it be cured?"
I said, "Not necessarily. Mild cases can be controlled with medication or dialysis, but severe cases may require a kidney transplant." "!"
the little girl exclaimed in surprise. "Surgery must cost a lot of money...! We don't... we don't have that much money."
I comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, I didn't say your grandma absolutely needs surgery. Maybe she won't need it once her condition stabilizes."
As I was speaking, Xiao Jie, the nurse at the counter, came in to ask the little girl to pay the deposit. I asked Xiao Jie curiously why they weren't waiting for the little girl's family to come and
handle this. Xiao Jie told me that the little girl and the old lady were regulars at the hospital, and the only contact person on their medical records was the two of them
. It was always the little girl who came to the counter to pay. I couldn't help but admire this little girl for being so filial and capable despite her young age. The little girl took out a worn pink purse from
her pocket , with a small flower embroidered on it. She emptied all the money from her bag and pushed it onto the counter
. The pile of bills varied in denomination, ranging from a single coin to a thousand-dollar note, clearly saved through scrimping and saving. But what surprised me was her
expression—neither pride nor reluctance, but a earnest look of desperation for survival. That expression deeply wounded me, reminding me of
some unpleasant childhood memories, and I suddenly felt a surge of hatred towards her.
Nurse Xiao Jie calculated the amount; she was still three thousand yuan short. The little girl looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew
what that meant, of course, so I generously made up the difference for her. Since her grandmother still needed treatment for a while, I generously invited her to rest in my
clinic. I also ordered her a cheesecake and a drink from a restaurant, and watched her happily eat it.
We chatted for a bit, and she said her name was Hsiao-li, she was eleven years old and in the fifth grade of elementary school. I asked her who else was in her family and how they
usually lived. She said that she and her grandmother depended on each other for survival. Her parents worked in Taipei, and her grandmother
earned a living by doing handicrafts. She would do some child labor nearby, but in recent years her grandmother's health had deteriorated, and they could only
survive on a small amount of social welfare. Her tragic story stirred my sympathy, but while she feigned a pitiful expression, I
sensed a cunning glint in her eyes. It was a lying look, and a remarkably skillful one at that. Some say a
masterful lie should contain a touch of truth, so while I didn't believe Xiaoli's words were entirely false, they weren't entirely true either.
The difficulty lay in striking the right balance. I didn't know if she was deliberately concealing something, but she had piqued my curiosity.
I chatted with her a bit more, then a nurse asked me to visit a patient in the ward. I told Xiaoli to rest as much as possible
. She thanked me very politely, and even the nurse couldn't help but praise her for being so well-behaved and courteous. But I could tell she was just putting on
an act. Half an hour later, when I returned from my appointment, she was gone. There was a note on the table that read,
"Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle Wang. A nurse just came to tell us that my grandmother has woken up, so we have to go home now."
The handwriting was childish but very neat and elegant; I guessed she must be doing well in school.
After reading it, I instinctively looked at my wallet in the drawer. I had over 30,000 yuan in cash in there, but now two
1,000 yuan bills, one 500 yuan bill, and three 100 yuan bills were missing. I immediately guessed that Xiaoli had stolen them. Although I'm never stingy with money, I've always had
the habit of keeping track of how much cash I have in my wallet. This is a way of reminding myself to be mindful of my budget. She probably assumed I carried so much
money that she wouldn't notice these things, and she was very clever in her thefts, always starting with the most bills and taking the least noticeable ones.
Thinking about more admiration than anger. It reminded me of when I stole my adoptive father's wallet as a child.
Judging by her skillful technique, it couldn't have been developed overnight; I became increasingly interested in her.

II.
After a while, I finally managed to steal a few days off from my busy schedule and decided to invite a few young and beautiful nurses from the hospital for a drive. I complained
that since arriving here, no guide had been willing to take me out for a stroll. As soon as I finished speaking, three or four nurses immediately volunteered to lead the way. Among them,
Head Nurse Yan Yao seemed particularly enthusiastic. Although she was almost thirty, her charming face and youthful, slender figure were still
unmatched by the other nurses. I knew that many young doctors admired her, but she didn't care at all. Zhangming once
told me privately that she had a relationship with him, but Zhangming refused to divorce his wife, and his interest in his career outweighed his sexual interest in extramarital affairs,
so the relationship ended quickly.
Zhangming told me that this woman was quite arrogant and liked to "fish for big fish." After breaking up with him, the men she dated were either
attending physicians or department heads, or wealthy patients, but each time it ended in an extramarital affair. After all, wealthy, powerful, or high-status men who have worked their way to
success are usually quite old, so how could they be willing to divorce their wives? And this woman always wanted to have her cake and eat it too, so
each time it ended in a breakup. Now, a handsome, young, wealthy, famous, and unmarried "golden bachelor" has come to the hospital; how could she let go of such a good opportunity
?
She immediately offered to take me out during those days, saying she was on vacation and could show me around. Her sharp gaze swept over the other interested
nurses , who immediately cowered. Her expression was like a lioness declaring her prey. I've always been open to women
, and watching them vie for my attention amused me. So, despite the head nurse's objections, I invited a few more women to join me
, wanting to see her reaction.
Since my cars were all in the north, Zhangming borrowed a BMW sports car from a conglomerate boss—a 1200-horsepower engine with
a sleek silver-gray body—definitely unbeatable for picking up girls and going for a drive!
When I arrived at the agreed-upon location on Sunday to pick her up, I saw Head Nurse Yan Yao already waiting there in the distance. She was wearing a
light yellow , low-cut, backless, tight-fitting dress, which perfectly showcased her full, firm breasts and shapely, long legs. From a distance
, her curves were as perfect as a Coca-Cola bottle. I swallowed hard. To be honest, after being cooped up for so long, I hadn't tasted
such a . I couldn't help but fantasize about how I would prepare her for dinner that night... Hehehehe.
I glanced around but didn't see the other girls. Curious, I asked, "Strange? Why are you alone? Where are the others
?"
She smiled seductively and said, "Oh dear! Something came up and they can't come, so they called and asked me to tell you they're not coming."
"Is that so!" I feigned disappointment, secretly guessing that I'd probably managed to get rid of those girls.
Head Nurse Yan Yao's eyes lit up as she looked at the car. "Wow! What an amazing sports car! I saw this car in a magazine, it's so expensive!
This sports car must cost eight or nine million!" Her mouth was practically watering. I smiled and invited her into the car, and she excitedly exclaimed!
With her guidance, we drove along the scenic spots of the central coast, enjoying the mountains and waters along the way. It was a beautiful day with bright sunshine,
blue skies white clouds. The salty sea breeze made me feel refreshed and invigorated. However, because it was a holiday, the roads
were often congested with traffic. Around noon, we were stuck in a long line of cars, unable to move. Although the air conditioning was on in the car, the outside
temperature was a high of 36 degrees Celsius, and blasts of heat shone directly into the car. Despite the heat, the betel nut and beverage
stalls along the roadside were doing exceptionally well. Vendors weaved through the traffic, selling bags of betel nuts and drinks, seemingly unfazed by the sweltering heat.
Yan Yao, unable to bear the heat any longer, got out of the car and bought a few drinks from a roadside betel nut stall. I glanced around idly, and suddenly I
was startled . The betel nut beauty at that stall was none other than Xiao Li! Although she wore heavy makeup and revealing clothing,
her childlike innocence was undeniable; I recognized her immediately. But I truly couldn't believe Xiao Li was working as a betel nut beauty there
—how old was she?! She 's still just a child. Watching her skillfully handle the betel nut work, I figured she must have been doing it for quite a while.
While I was still wondering, Yan Yao returned with a bag of drinks, waving her hands and exclaiming how hot it was. I took a sip of
the drink she bought, and a wave of coolness washed over me. Because the car was some distance from the betel nut stand, Xiao Li couldn't see me, so I observed her
work . Compared to the other betel nut beauties, who were all younger but older than her, she seemed rather quiet and reserved, and
didn't chat with customers to earn tips. I guessed that besides her age, her still-childish voice would
likely causing a lot of controversy.
Yan Yao, seeing me staring at the betel nut stand, couldn't help but say, "Look, these betel nut beauties are outrageous! At such a young age, they dare to wear such revealing
clothes and show themselves in public. I really don't know what they're thinking!" She suddenly covered my eyes and said cautiously, "You! Staring
so intently, aren't you afraid your eyes will pop out of the window? I won't let you see!" Amidst the joking, the line of cars, which had been parked for half a day, started moving again. But my
mind was still on that betel nut stand, and I didn't pay much attention to the rest of the journey until quite some time later.
The next afternoon we cruised along the coast, then enjoyed a lobster feast at one of the most famous seafood restaurants.
Yan Yao and I sipped red wine while admiring the breathtaking sunset, completely captivated by the romantic atmosphere.
After dinner, we drove to a secluded spot by the roadside and sat chatting under the starry sky. As we talked, we
knew the time was right, and she graciously pressed her lips to mine.
Our tongues intertwined, and my hands explored her full breasts and the depths of her tight skirt.
The heat of our breath warmed our bodies. After a while, my tongue and lips began to slide behind her ears and down her neck. Her hands weren't
idle either, grasping and caressing my swollen, firm penis from time to time. Because she was wearing a low-cut, backless dress, it slid down like
a tidal wave , and her elastic, soft breasts bounced out like balloons, the two nipples already erect with excitement
.
I cupped her breasts and estimated they were probably a D cup. I gently bit one of the erect nipples, savoring the long-lost fleshy taste, and
Yan Yao let out a moan, whether from pain or excitement, I couldn't tell. I gently kneaded her snow-white breasts with my hands. Because she usually paid great attention to maintenance and exercise
, they weren't as loose as I had imagined; the fullness felt the best I had ever touched. After exploring each other's bodies with our hands for a while,
I slowly pressed Yan Yao's head down. Just as I'd guessed, she was quite experienced and knew what I wanted her to do. Her cherry lips lightly touched the tip of my
penis , her tongue swirling around it like a snake.
Then, in one swift motion, Yan Yao sucked it in. The slippery sensation in her mouth and the friction of her tongue enveloped my genitals. Waves
of long-lost pleasure surged from my genitals to my brain, making it almost impossible for me to think. She continued to suck and lick while simultaneously caressing her own genitals, seeking
pleasure. Since I'd been a vegetarian for some time, I had accumulated a considerable amount of fluid, almost overflowing. So soon I felt
a surge of excitement, and a large amount of thick, white fluid shot deep into Yan Yao's throat, causing her to cough.
To my regret, she didn't swallow it. After the thick, white fluid dripped from her mouth onto the ground, Yan Yao spat it
out. We then joined our lower bodies together, and my still-erect penis, erect, penetrated Yan Yao's vagina from below. She was wetter than
I had imagined, and I cut in effortlessly, like a hot knife through butter. She trembled with excitement. I laid her on the car floor and
kept pressing down on her from above. With each thrust, she moaned. My penis rubbed against her inside,
the folds of her vaginal muscles wrapping around me like hot dog bread. Our violent movements almost ripped the windshield wipers off. Gradually, I felt myself about to ejaculate again.
She said it was okay to ejaculate inside, since she was in her safe period. But I still pulled out at the last moment, spilling my semen on the outside of her thighs.
After the passion subsided, we cleaned ourselves up with tissues. Because we were so tired, we rested in the car for a while
before heading back to the city. By the time I got back to the guesthouse in the city center after dropping her off at home, it was already 2 a.m. I lay on the bed and slept
like a log, almost unable to get up the next day and being late for work.
Since we started having sex, we often had sex, sometimes in hotels, but more often in empty hospital rooms or my
clinic. I especially loved the way she performed oral sex on me while wearing her nurse's uniform. I have to admit her technique was quite good, which was hard to
reconcile with her sharp and capable demeanor when she was in her nurse's uniform. But she didn't seem to like swallowing those things, so each time I
could only ejaculate the cloudy fluid into her mouth or on her face.
Back in the north, I often did this with some nurses at the hospital, but because there were so many people coming and going at that hospital
, I was always on edge. Back then, I would usually unbutton their bras, take off their white stockings and panties,
and then have sex half-naked, because that way it was easier to clean up if something happened. However, since there were many empty wards in the secluded area,
we often shamelessly stripped naked and enjoyed our intimate moments. But ever since Yan Yao and I became intimate, she seemed to consider herself my
girlfriend. She not only forbade me to have too much contact with other nurses, but also forbade them to flirt with me. Even worse, she often
subtly hinted that I should marry her.
This behavior disgusted me. I only saw her as a temporary sex partner, but she wanted to climb the social ladder. I talked to her about it
several times , and each time she argued with me, saying I only wanted to take advantage of her and was irresponsible, and even threatened to kill herself if I didn't marry her.
I sneered inwardly. Did you think I didn't know what she was up to? I've been playing around with women for so long, and this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
It was just a shame that, despite all her past experiences with men, she still hadn't learned her lesson. Her skill at pleasing men was top-notch,
but her threats were far from adequate.
I desperately wanted to cut ties with her completely, but I couldn't bear to lose this rare piece of meat. So, I first adopted a cold and ruthless demeanor,
then threatened to break up with her, even to the point of making her lose her job. She was indeed terrified. Then I tried to comfort her with gentle words, saying that her
actions displeased me greatly, and that I was a promising young man who shouldn't stop at the peak of my career. However, I told her we could
continue seeing each other, and if her behavior satisfied me, I would reconsider. I even hinted that I could put in a good word for her with the dean
to help her get promoted to head nurse or get a raise. Under my combination of persuasion and pressure, she finally agreed, and we continued our
physical relationship.
Ever since my trip with Yan Yao, I've been preoccupied with Xiao Li's situation. A few days later, I happened to run into her accompanying her grandmother for dialysis
, so I invited her to my clinic for cake. I asked about her grandmother's condition and their recent activities. As we talked, I
suddenly changed the subject and asked her what she did on weekends. She seemed a little flustered, but not very obviously. She blinked her innocent
and beautiful eyes and replied that she didn't do much, mostly taking care of her grandmother or doing some child labor in a nearby factory to earn some pocket money to help support
her family . I smiled and didn't delve any deeper, then changed the subject and chatted for a while longer.
During our conversation, I discovered she was a remarkably intelligent child. However, her family's poverty caused her some
slight feelings of inferiority, though I sensed she possessed a very strong sense of self-respect. After talking for a while, I made an excuse
to leave the consultation room, returning about ten minutes later. The nurse next door told me that Xiaoli had gone to her grandmother's room. I
checked my purse in the drawer and, sure enough, some money was missing. I then went to the cabinet and retrieved my hidden camera. The camera screen
clearly showed Xiaoli opening the drawer and stealing my purse. I smiled, pleased with the results of my experiment. In fact, I
don't blame Xiaoli for stealing money from my wallet. I know she's a very responsible child; at such a young age, she has to do everything she can to pay for her grandmother's
medical expenses, so some irresponsible methods are understandable.
I specifically looked up her grandmother's medical records in the hospital and found that besides needing regular dialysis, her grandmother's kidney function was already quite
weak . This was a consequence of years of overwork and malnutrition. I judged that the old woman would definitely need a kidney transplant soon,
otherwise her blood filtration function would not be able to continue, but I didn't want to tell Xiaoli in a hurry.
Knowing that the grandmother and granddaughter would come to the hospital for checkups every now and then, I told the registration office to secretly notify
me if they came, and then I would always pretend to run into them by chance. I told Xiaoli that she could
pay for whatever she wanted to eat at the restaurant or the charity anytime, and that she could go into my consultation room to rest whenever no one was seeing patients. I tried my best to appear as a kind
and helpful doctor and uncle to them. Although Xiaoli was smart and worldly, she was still a child, and she probably couldn't guess
what I was up to.
I always kept some snacks and comics in her room so that she could happily get through the long time her grandmother was on dialysis. I realized
that she had accumulated too much life pressure at such a young age. Resting in my room seemed to be her most relaxing time. Sometimes she
would study or do her homework in my room. Once, she asked me how to write the character "闕" (que). I deliberately held her delicate little hand from behind and taught her how to write
it. I gently smelled her hair; it wasn't the perfumed scent of an adult woman, but rather the fragrance of children's shampoo.
Looking down from behind, I seemed to vaguely see her slightly protruding breasts on her delicate, fair skin beneath her shirt. Those breasts, neither quite long
nor quite breasts, actually aroused a feeling of excitement in me. I suppressed my impulsive pleasure, made an excuse, and rushed out to find
Yan Yao. I dragged her to an empty hospital room and vented my frustration on her body and mouth twice before I calmed down.
I had tried to chat with Xiao Li's grandmother when she wasn't around, hoping to get some information out of her. But the old woman was hard of hearing
and her speech was somewhat unclear. Recently, her illness had also made her a little confused. Her speech was incoherent and
rambling making it very difficult for me to understand. But I could roughly deduce that Xiao Li's mother
had run away from home to Taipei at a young age because she was unwilling to live a poor life in the countryside. She longed for the life of an idol star, but unfortunately, she spent several years as a minor singer in small
nightclubs and shows. Finally, she had a bad experience with a man who got her pregnant, leaving her with no choice but to return to her hometown to give birth.
"Come on." But she was naturally frivolous, and within two years she ran off to Taipei, leaving her child with her elderly mother. For a year or two, she would occasionally send money and letters,
but after that, there was no further news. The old woman was very worried and wanted to go to Taipei to find her, but Xiaoli was still young and had no one to care for her, so it's
been dragging on until now. I smiled wryly. This is a very typical old story of a country girl pursuing her dreams. I've seen this kind of situation too many times, so I felt
no sympathy or sadness whatsoever. But this little bit of information seemed insufficient for me.
I remembered once asking Xiaoli about her impressions of her mother, and she said gently that she was too young then to remember much. But
I sensed a hidden hatred deep in her eyes as she spoke.
Thirdly, to get to the bottom of things,
I secretly drove over to observe Xiaoli's work at the betel nut stand several times. I found that she was very vigilant and didn't work at the same place
regularly , but rather changed locations frequently. Because the turnover rate of betel nut beauties is high and the hiring rate is also high, she was never worried about not having anyone to hire her
. As long as the betel nut stand owners had enough staff and pretty girls to attract business, they wouldn't ask too many questions about the girls' backgrounds
, and of course, the younger the better. Although Xiaoli was around 140-150 cm tall, she was
quite tall for a primary school student. But upon closer inspection, she still had the petite frame of a child. Because she was already quite pretty and delicate, heavy makeup made
her even more radiant. I noticed she seemed to have something stuffed inside her breasts to accentuate them. Her legs were remarkably slender and long, making up
a significant portion of her height. While not as full and firm as an adult woman's, they were still remarkably beautiful legs for her age
.
So when she sat at the betel nut stand, legs crossed, wrapping betel nuts, it was hard for some diners with a penchant for young teeth not to be attracted to her. Moreover,
betel nut stands where she was always seemed to do exceptionally well. Finding her wasn't difficult; I just had to look along the busy shops along the road, and I could usually
spot . She mostly ignored the advances of her customers, which made her appear even more beautiful and aloof, driving some diners even
crazier .
One evening, while I was having a rendezvous with a nurse at a nightclub, a little girl came in selling bouquets of
flowers. From a distance, I recognized her as Xiaoli. However, this time she was dressed differently from her flamboyant betel nut stand attire; instead, she looked
like a charming and endearing angel. Few customers could resist her gentle persuasion, and they all bought a bouquet from her. I felt
both amused and a little sad. She was really busy! Not only did she work at the betel nut stand on Sundays and weekends, but she also sold flowers on weekday evenings to earn money. I
felt a pang of pity for her, so young yet shouldering the burden of supporting her family. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, nor did I want her to see me. I handed my purse to
the nurse and told her to buy all the flowers in the little girl's basket when she came by. Then, I made an excuse about having diarrhea
and went to the restroom.
After a while, I figured Xiaoli had probably left, so I slowly returned from the restroom. The nurse told me that the little girl was so
well-behaved and adorable, and that she kept thanking me as she left, saying that very few people were so kind as to buy all the flowers for her at once. The nurse then changed the subject,
praising me for being so kind, not only for my excellent medical skills but also for being so generous. I smiled and that night in the hotel, I fucked her hard
three times until she moaned and begged for mercy, thanking her for her praise.
Xiaoli's grandmother's kidneys seemed to be weakening, so I pressured her doctor to admit her to the hospital. This made
Xiaoli's burden even heavier and her work even busier. I often saw her rushing to take care of her grandmother after class, and several times she
fell asleep in the hospital still in her school uniform, only to rush off to school the next day. The increased time spent caring for the patient meant
less time for her part-time job. Her grandmother's medical expenses were considerable, and I guessed she was already struggling financially; if I
added more pressure…
I found some time and went to Xiaoli's house at the address she had left. It was located in an old military dependents' village on the outskirts of the city.
The low wooden bungalows and the winding roads made it take me a while to find it. Most of the residents were poor people and elderly veterans;
the population was quite simple. After confirming her address by the house number, I knocked a few times at the door, but no one answered. Then a
middle-aged woman came out from next door and asked who I was and who I was looking for. I tried asking her who she was, and she said she was Xiaoli's landlady, and
that the house was rented from her.
I lied and said I was a social worker who had come to visit them after hearing about their situation. The woman was very happy to hear this and quickly invited
me into the house. I talked with her for a while. She said that Xiaoli was a very well-behaved and sensible child. Since her grandmother fell ill, she not only
took care of her day and night but also went out to work to earn money. I asked where Xiaoli usually worked, and the name of the factory the woman mentioned was completely different from the name Xiaoli had told me
. The old woman then said indignantly that her mother was really irresponsible, abandoning
such , and running off to Taipei with another man. She went on to say that the two of them had been owing her rent for quite some time,
but she hadn't pressed them for it because she felt sorry for them. I asked how much they owed and paid it all off for her. The woman was overjoyed and kept saying that I
was a kind person.
I borrowed a key from the woman and went inside to take a look. Although Xiaoli's house was dilapidated and old on the outside, the inside was quite clean and
tidy, completely different from the mess and filth of typical poor homes. It's said that poverty makes people lose their ambition,
and a lack of ambition leads to laziness; the more pessimistic a person is about life, the more it is reflected in their living environment. Seeing how clean Xiaoli's house was, I realized it represented her inner dignity and her struggle against fate
. I then looked into her room. Besides an old wooden bed, a desk, and a few wardrobes,
there was nothing else in her room. But since it was a girl's room after all, Xiaoli still tried her best to decorate and embellish it. The yellow curtains were tied with a pink
ribbon into a butterfly knot. Paper flowers she had woven herself hung by the bed, and
a few withered daffodils were in a clear glass vase on the desk, indicating that they hadn't been watered in a long time.
In the wardrobe, besides being filled with some old girls' clothes, there were also clothes she wore when she sold flowers and worked as a betel nut beauty. I
then opened the drawer of the wardrobe, inside were the little girl's sleeveless shirt and underwear. I picked up a pair of white underwear with blue polka dots,
only half the size of the women's underwear I usually see. I held it to my face and gently smelled it; it had a scent
of detergent mixed with a girl's body odor. I carefully folded it and put it back, then examined her desk. Her bottom drawer was piled high with certificates of merit
, including top three in exams, awards for outstanding student, speech contests, reading contests, skills competitions, and various other awards.
It seems she's not only good at her studies but also very talented. However, the top three awards stopped coming in the second semester of fifth grade; I guess she
started working around that time and neglected her studies.
Suddenly, a brown paper document bag deep in a drawer caught my eye. I picked it up and saw
the address and name of Elementary School printed on it. There was also a note written in ballpoint pen: "58,000 NTD for the school field trip," followed by the names of about forty students
. I looked closely and didn't see Xiaoli's name. I guessed she probably stole everyone's field trip money; she's
really audacious!
Since it was getting late, I put the bag in my pocket, carefully put everything back, and returned the key to her
landlord . I told the woman I hoped she wouldn't tell Xiaoli about my visit that day. The woman seemed puzzled, so I made up a reason and slipped her some candy
. On the way back to the hospital, I thought it necessary to investigate her school. Back at the hospital, I stopped by the old woman's room. Xiaoli was there. I gave her the red bow headband I'd bought for her
at the department store earlier— a high-end velvet one that cost me over two thousand yuan. Although Xiaoli didn't know its value, the joy of receiving the gift made her incredibly happy, instantly dispelling the gloom that had lingered on her face for days. As I helped her put it on, looking at her delicate, white neck made me want to take a bite. I stayed with her for a while and told her a few stories. When I left the ward, I saw Yan Yao standing at the door, staring at me with a malicious look. She snorted and said, "Why are you so interested in this grandmother and granddaughter lately? You keep coming here for no reason. Honestly, are you up to something?" I laughed and said, "I don't have any ulterior motives! They've been through so much, I just feel sorry for them, so I come to see them more often." Yan Yao laughed and said, "Feel sorry and sympathetic? Stop lying." "Look at you, staring at that little girl like that, practically drooling. I never knew you'd be so interested. Hmm... what a beauty! No wonder you never married me, you want to be with girls of all ages!" I knew she was joking, but my heart was still pounding. I quickly changed the subject, saying, "Hey! Stop talking nonsense, don't bring that up. By the way, I heard you're getting promoted to head nurse next month, congratulations!" I kept my promise and asked Zhangming to help her get promoted. Yan Yao laughed and said, "What's the big deal? I got to where I am today because of you, Dr. Wang!" Although she pretended to be nonchalant, she couldn't hide her pride. I smiled and asked her what she wanted from me today. Yan Yao whispered in my ear, "And you've been waiting for me for almost a week. Aren't you lonely?" I smiled wryly , thinking that she was just asking for it. Luckily, neither of us had to work tonight, so I used the excuse of congratulating Rong Sheng to have a candlelight dinner at a hotel in the city. After dinner, we booked a room at a hotel. I unceremoniously ejaculated three times on her face, mouth, and body as a congratulatory gesture. A few days later, I made a special trip to Xiao Li's school. She didn't attend class that day. So I went to see her homeroom teacher instead . She was a quiet and pretty girl in her early twenties, but she seemed a bit serious. I pretended to be Xiaoli 's long-lost uncle, saying I was there to find her at the request of her deceased father. I flashed my handsome smile as I said this, and she believed me without a second thought. Since the teacher said she had to go to class later, she hoped I would come to see her after class, so I simply invited her to dinner. The teacher was embarrassed and kept declining, but I wouldn't let her refuse, so we agreed that I would pick her up from school after school. When school ended, I deliberately drove my gray BMW sports car to the school gate to wait for her. Many parents picking up their children gathered around curiously , and the teacher was also surprised, not expecting such a high-end car. After she got into the car, her face flushed, I drove off at full throttle, leaving the onlookers pointing and whispering. She seemed trembling and very nervous in the car. I asked her name, and she said it was Qiuhua . I drove to a well-known hotel in the city center, parked the car, and walked there. She seemed quite nervous , even her movements became hesitant. Sure enough, she tripped and fell on the paving stones after walking for a short while. Luckily, I reacted quickly and caught her. I looked at her face and asked, "Are you alright?" Her ears turned bright red with embarrassment. I secretly thought to myself that I'd probably have something to eat soon. She said she was fine, but her heel seemed to be broken. I looked around and saw a shoe store nearby, so I helped her inside to buy a pair of shoes. I looked inside and found a pair of Gucci high heels that would suit her well, so I asked the clerk to let her try them on. Qiuhua tried them on and thought they fit quite well, but when she glanced at the price, she turned pale with shock. She exclaimed that she didn't have that much money on her. I ignored tossed my platinum card onto the counter. After processing the credit card bill, the clerk asked if I still wanted the old shoes. I simply said to throw them away. As we walked, Qiuhua said regretfully that the old shoes could be repaired and worn again. I noticed that she seemed quite frugal. Wearing those five-figure high heels, Qiuhua seemed even more cautious as she walked, as if afraid that her five-figure sum would vanish in an instant. We ate at the hotel restaurant while talking about Xiaoli. Qiu Hua said she started teaching Xiao Li's class in fifth grade and has been teaching them for almost a year. Xiao Li is a smart and well-behaved child. Not only is she good at her studies and has excellent character, but she is also warm-hearted and very polite to teachers and elders. By today's standards, she is simply unlike students of this era. If she had to point out any flaws, it would be that she is too worldly and too precocious. Sometimes , her behavior makes Qiu Hua feel that this child is frighteningly precocious, like a little adult. I then asked Qiu Hua about Xiao Li's interactions with her classmates in class . Qiu Hua continued, saying that Xiao Li gets along well with her classmates, but her family is really too poor, and sometimes she is looked down upon . Because Xiaoli is very cute, the boys in her class all like her, which seems to make her the target of jealousy . Qiuhua also said that Xiaoli has a very high IQ. Once, an educational research institution from a university conducted an intelligence test on their school, and her IQ score was as high as 175, ranking first in the entire school. I was a little shocked when I heard this. 175 is higher than mine, which means that her IQ is even higher than mine. I will have to be more careful in dealing with her in the future. Qiuhua said that she once wanted to transfer Xiaoli to the gifted class, but those classes usually have limited places, and most of the students' parents are wealthy and powerful , parents who hope their children will become dragons and phoenixes. How could they be willing to let a little girl from a poor family highlight the difference in intelligence between their children and her ? So, due to strong opposition from the parents of gifted students, the matter ultimately failed.

Qiuhua said she had told Xiaoli about this, asking her to forgive his shortcomings. It was the understanding Xiaoli who comforted him. She
said that it was much happier for her to learn under his guidance than to attend a superficial gifted program. Qiuhua's eyes welled up
with tears , and I quickly handed him a tissue to wipe them. I asked Qiuhua if he knew about Xiaoli's recent situation. Qiuhua told me that he
had noticed something strange about Xiaoli since the start of the semester. Previously, her grades were always in the top three, but now they had dropped to the bottom ten,
and her tardiness, early departures, and absences had increased significantly. Even stranger, thefts of valuables had been occurring frequently in the class since then; once, even
the money collected for an off-campus trip was stolen. The girl in charge of keeping the money was a classmate who was also the head of the general affairs department. Because
she and Xiaoli didn't get along, she insisted that Xiaoli had stolen it.
Since the classroom was empty during PE class that time, and Xiaoli had gone to the restroom when the incident happened, she was the only one with an alibi.
However, Xiaoli angrily claimed that the girl was framing her and demanded that everyone search her body and bag. I asked what happened in the end. Qiuhua said that
the search, of course, yielded nothing, proving Xiaoli's innocence. As for the girl who lost the money, since her father was a councilor
and her family was very wealthy, she replaced the money the next day. He even scolded the whole class for this, telling them they shouldn't
suspect someone just because of their family background. I secretly found it amusing; this teacher was still too naive.
Qiuhua said she only learned after making several home visits that Xiaoli often missed class because she had to take care of her sick grandmother. After
understanding she tried her best to help her, but as a primary school teacher, her abilities were quite limited. At this point, we fell into a
long silence. I didn't know what Qiuhua was thinking, but I was thinking that we had enough information about Xiaoli, and now it was time to figure out
how deal with Qiuhua, this "wild prey." To be honest, while Yan Yao's juicy and tender steak was delicious, it could get a bit greasy after a while.
Now that I had the chance to eat some vegetarian food, I certainly wouldn't miss it.
I held his hands and looked at him, saying, "Teacher... Ah! No, may I call you by your name, Qiu Hua?" He said shyly, "Of course."
I put on a pitying expression and said, "Qiu Hua, Xiao Li is a pitiful child. Please take good care of her at school and don't let her
suffer any more grievances. Also, please don't tell Xiao Li about me yet, because I can't acknowledge her as my father. So, I'm entrusting everything to you."
Qiu Hua asked me why, puzzled. I lied to him, saying that Xiaoli's father was from a prominent local family, very wealthy, and that the family was currently
embroiled in a bitter dispute over the inheritance. I worried that if the family found out about Xiaoli's existence, it might be detrimental to her. I also didn't want Xiaoli to know about these
worrying things, so I promised to reunite with her after everything was settled, and let her enjoy a happy life. Qiuhua was
completely taken aback. I asked for her phone number so I could contact her anytime.
After dinner, I drove her back to the faculty dormitory at the school. Some of her curious friends asked
who the handsome guy in the expensive sports car was. Qiuhua didn't answer and went into her room, leaving them with a lot of speculation.
Later, I often made excuses to ask her out, saying I wanted to know about Xiaoli's recent situation, but we always talked about her. I found that her social
circle was quite narrow. Besides going to class and returning to the dormitory to correct homework, her biggest pastime was going to the library. Qiuhua said that she had always been
a well-behaved student since her school days, and she didn't have much to do besides studying. Over time, this led to her current personality. I advised her to
make some changes and not let her work as a teacher restrict her. So I often took her to some high-end nightclubs, pubs, and dance halls
to let her experience the colorful nightlife. I also took her to some beauty salons to change her appearance. Under
the skillful hands of the beauticians and hairdressers, Qiuhua presented a completely different look that truly surprised me. Completely different from her usual simple attire, it possessed
a captivating beauty imbued with intelligence. I thought to myself, I've unearthed a gem.
People say the more repressed a person is, the more astonishing their outburst when they finally unleash their potential. Sometimes,
the way was a stark contrast
to her serious demeanor as a teacher during the day. Yet, after each act of indulgence, she felt a sense of guilt, as if she were harshly criticizing her moral conduct as a teacher. But she said her colleagues at school all said she'd changed recently, becoming more radiant and
confident in teaching students. Compared to her former spinster-like appearance, she looked much better. Previously, some male teachers who lived far away
had recently started hanging around her, making her unsure of what to do. Seeing this change in her, I was quite
happy.
After a while, I told her I wanted her to accompany me to a cocktail party because the head of a conglomerate had sent
an invitation to . For this, I specially took her to a very famous boutique in the city center to buy clothes. I picked out a purple silk low-cut backless evening
gown, with the hem slit from the calf all the way to almost the top of the thigh. I carefully admired how she looked in it; the low-cut front revealed
the cleavage of her small breasts, and the high slit subtly accentuated the curves of her slender legs. Qiuhua blushed as she put the dress on. She said she
had never worn such revealing clothes before, and that she lacked confidence in her figure, feeling it was a waste of the outfit. I laughed and encouraged her
, saying that although she was rather thin, her figure was definitely not bad. She accidentally glanced at the price tag and almost fainted; it cost seven times the price of the
shoes . She had always been reluctant to wear the high heels I had given her, but now I insisted she wear them, as they would match the dress perfectly.
Yanyao had been angry that I hadn't taken her, and had been ignoring me lately, making me really horny down there, so I was really looking forward
to that night. The owner's new hotel is located in the most bustling commercial area of the city center. The forty-story Baroque building is both magnificent
and elegant, and a giant sculpture three meters high at the main entrance further accentuates its grandeur, showing that a considerable investment was made in its construction. We
walked across the red carpet at the entrance and went straight into the lobby, where a multitude of dignitaries gathered, creating a lively atmosphere. Many of them were high-ranking officials, celebrities, and singers whom she
could .
She had never seen such a scene in her life, and she clung tightly to my back. I tried to comfort her and help her relax, and then led her
to enjoy the fine wines and delicacies. After a few glasses of red wine, she became more relaxed and less reserved. I started introducing her to several
celebrities and officials. Everyone who saw her praised her beauty and refined manners. I thought to myself, compared to these officials
and celebrities who usually don't use their brains, she's certainly much smarter than you. We strolled around for a while and then bumped into the boss. He was very happy to see me because
just last month I had performed a very difficult surgery on a hospital director-level official, successfully curing his illness. It was a headline in the newspaper.
After several days of waiting, the hospital's business and reputation were even better than before. To reward me, he simply gave me his expensive sports car.
The boss secretly pulled me aside and brought up the job-hopping again, this time planning to open a branch in the north and asking me to be the director.
The terms he offered this time were even more generous than before, making it even more tempting. Since the new hospital wouldn't be completed for about three years, I thought about it and
agreed that if nothing changed in three years, I would accept. The boss was quite pleased and we made a deal. I took the opportunity to ask the boss
if there were any vacant rooms at the hotel today. The boss smiled and handed me a key, saying he had prepared over fifty vacant rooms
and over fifty keys for them. I thought to myself how considerate he was. I toasted him, and we smiled at each other.
I found Qiuhua in a corner of the party. She seemed to have drunk quite a bit; her face was slightly flushed and tipsy. I asked if she was alright. She said she was fine, just a little dizzy from drinking
too . I said I'd take her to a quieter place to rest, and helped her quietly leave through a side door. We took the elevator
directly to the deluxe business suite on the 32nd floor. I poured her a glass of ice water, teasing her about her low alcohol tolerance and how she dared to drink so much. She said
the atmosphere at the party had excited her, and many celebrities kept toasting her, which she felt embarrassed to refuse. Seeing her flushed cheeks, I unexpectedly kissed
her lips. She let out a soft "Ah!", seemingly a little surprised. I immediately stepped away to see her reaction. Her eyes were moist and misty;
I knew it wasn't a look of rejection, so I leaned in again.
She seemed quite nervous. My tongue lingered on the outside of her lips before slowly parting her teeth and penetrating deeper. Her kissing skills
were rather clumsy, and I had to take the initiative from time to time, letting my saliva slowly flow into her mouth as a form of communication, before starting to slide down her neck
. Qiuhua suddenly pushed me away, saying she needed to take a shower first. I didn't mind her smell, but to help her get more into the moment, I didn't
object.
The waiting was agonizing. After thirty minutes, I saw her emerge in the darkness wrapped in a towel, her body exuding white
steam and the scent of shower gel. I hugged her from behind and kissed her, gently pulling off her bath towel with my left hand. She clutched it as if making a last-ditch struggle, but
with a little force, she gave up resisting, and the towel cascaded down like a waterfall. I admired her naked body in the dim light. Her figure was slender but
well-proportioned, with a pair of small, delicate breasts. Compared to Yan Yao's full and healthy body, Qiu Hua possessed a different kind of slender beauty. I cornered her
in front of the floor-to-ceiling window outside the room, caressing her while facing the neon-lit night view.
She shyly pleaded with me, "...Please...no...not here, someone...will see us...ah!" I ignored her,
my left hand sliding down her trembling back to her rounded buttocks, while my right hand stroked her hair to her chest. Although her breasts weren't as
full as Yan Yao's, they were still quite firm. I gently rubbed them with both hands, then lightly pinched the two erect
nipples at the very tip of her breasts with my index finger and thumb. She bit her lower lip, seemingly trying her best to suppress a sound. My hands began to explore downwards, past the thicket of black hair,
reaching deep into the cleft. My fingers first lightly scratched the labia outside her opening, then slowly penetrated deeper. Her insides were warm and
moist, seemingly already damp from my caresses. After circling my fingers inside for a while, I suddenly pressed down on her clitoris. Qiu
Hua could no longer hold back and cried out, "Ah!" as a stream of fluid overflowed from her opening.
I teased her softly in her ear, saying she was screaming so loudly everyone outside could probably hear her. She blushed deeply. After
a while , seeing that I'd caressed her enough, I lifted her up by the waist and gently placed her on the bed. She pleaded with me, her face showing a hint of fear, hoping I would be
gentler. I asked her curiously if it was her first time. She shook her head and said no, it was just that she hadn't done this kind of thing many times, so she didn't have much
experience .
I breathed a sigh of relief, because although I didn't mind the first time, the first time was always troublesome and more strenuous
. I didn't want to waste that effort today. I put on the condom the hotel had in the drawer, and rubbed the tip of my penis against
her opening slightly, signaling my approach. Then I straightened my back and slowly inserted my penis. Qiu Hua let out a soft moan. Her passage was cramped and
narrow , as tight as a virgin's. The sensation of me thrusting in and out was far superior to that of Yan Yao. Qiu Hua bit her fingers, suppressing the urge to cry out.
I wouldn't let her have her way, holding her hands tightly together. She turned her head away, letting out soft moans. I waited until she got used to my thrusting before
slowly increasing my pace. As I sped up, Qiu Hua's moans grew louder, and finally, I felt a surge of pleasure before I
stopped . I felt that Qiu Hua hadn't reached orgasm, which really hurt my pride. After resting for a few minutes, I pressed my advantage and
thrust in again. This time, I put in more effort, constantly applying pressure and using my hands to caress her sensitive areas to
enhance her sensations. After more than ten minutes, she finally let out a cry of climax before I dared to release my desire a second time.
Afterwards, I held her as we sat half-upright on the bed to rest. After a long while, she sighed and said, "We shouldn't have done this. I know you don't love me at all
; you're just playing around out of curiosity." I smiled and comforted her, saying she was overthinking things and that I didn't have those feelings for her.
She rested her head on my shoulder and continued, "Don't lie to me. I know I'm actually quite ordinary and boring, and we're
from such different worlds!" She sighed and then added, "Actually, I already have a fiancé
!"
"Oh!" I feigned surprise. Qiu Hua continued, "He's my college classmate, currently teaching in the south. We
've already agreed to get married at the end of the year." I asked Qiu Hua if she loved him.
Qiu Hua said softly, "I don't know, but we've been together for so many years, we understand each other quite well. And he's an honest and
gentle person, I don't want to let him down!" I lit a cigarette and smoked to calm myself down.
Qiu Hua continued, "Actually, I bet you're not Xiao Li's uncle at all. You have absolutely no relation to Xiao Li, right?" I
was startled , almost dropping the cigarette in my hand and burning her. I wondered how she figured it out. I didn't know how to respond, so I
remained silent.
Seeing my silence, Qiu Hua sighed and said, "It's fine if you don't want to admit it. I don't want to know your purpose or
what . As long as you genuinely want to help Xiao Li, I'll do my best to assist you." She opened her arms and hugged me, saying, "Promise
me! At least love me sincerely while you're here, so I can have a beautiful memory. That way, at least in the mundane days of our marriage
, I can tell myself that I was young and impetuous, that I was indulgent!" My heart was filled with conflicting emotions.
She's a truly understanding and considerate woman, and her "I only care about possession, not long-term commitment" attitude is exactly what I like. I gave
her a deep kiss in response.
Now that things were out in the open, our rendezvous began to increase significantly, and she became even more wild than before.
Sometimes I lingered on her more than Yan Yao, and I tried to let her experience all sorts of different sexual pleasures, each one she
had never tried before. Her orgasms also started to come more often than before. She shyly said that she
wondered if she would have more sex and orgasms with me than she would after she got married. I was very generous with money to please her. When we went shopping, if she looked at something she liked
for more than a few seconds, I would buy it without hesitation. Every time, she would complain that I was too wasteful. I know she meant well. Compared to
Yan Yao, who's always nagging me for things, I much prefer spending money on her.

IV. The Devil's Deal
I originally thought this trip to central and southern Taiwan would be a vegetarian affair, but I was lucky enough to snag
two , plus some nurses who occasionally threw themselves at me as side dishes. This trip was quite a feast. I
finally felt a sense of satisfaction that the trip was worthwhile. But I never forgot my ultimate goal: Xiao Li.
I admit I have no morals or restraint when it comes to women; I don't discriminate as long as they're not too bad-looking. Aside from age, there aren't
any rules I use to restrain myself from messing around with them. But ever since I met Shiori, my last
shred of restraint has vanished. My curiosity about her transformed into interest, and then gradually into desire. I used to
scoff at the pedophiles reported in the news, but now I think I can understand their mentality to some extent. Of course,
deep down I've always refused to admit it; I've explained it as simply lowering my standards for targeting women of a certain age. I see myself as
Genji from The Tale of Genji, wanting only to shelter and protect this beautiful yet pitiful little girl, Shiori.
But vaguely, I sense the demon within me mocking me—the truth isn't so simple! Her precocious maturity at such
a young age, her struggle to survive in the corrupt adult world, the dislike and ostracism from her classmates, her lying and theft—all seemed
to overlap with the shadows of my own childhood. It was a period I didn't want to recall and loathed. Watching Xiaoli's actions
, I felt as if I were reliving that time filled with humiliation and setbacks. Every time I thought back, my heart was filled with hatred, especially the
lingering self-respect in Xiaoli's clear and beautiful eyes. She was like a firefly striving to shine in the darkness, clinging to hope even
in adversity. I wanted to strike her down, to make her understand what true despair in life was.
To cut off Xiaoli's support, I had high-ranking police officers I knew pressure the nearby police station to crack down on
the betel nut girls at the local betel nut stands, especially those who were underage. After a brief lull, the betel nut stands temporarily stopped hiring underage girls,
thus cutting off Xiaoli's biggest source of income—working as a betel nut girl. She was left with only flower sales to cover her expenses
, but that was far from enough. I also had the hospital add unnecessary medical charges to her grandmother's medical bills
, resulting in her grandmother accumulating more and more unpaid medical debts.
People say children don't know the taste of sorrow. I don't know if anyone has ever seen a child looking worried, but I often saw Xiaoli's
beautiful little face furrowed in worry, sighing with concern. I knew the time was almost right, and I didn't want to torment her any longer.
So I started thinking about how to close the net.
Not long after, on Saturday, knowing that Xiaoli and her classmates didn't have school that day, I told her that I also had the day off and wanted to
take her out for a relaxing day. She happily agreed. That morning, when I drove her, she sat in my BMW sports car
, looking quite excited. Xiaoli said she had never ridden in such a cool and awesome car before, and a smile finally appeared on her little face, befitting her age.
In the morning, I first took her to the movie theater to see a recently released and very popular dinosaur movie. Xiaoli said she hadn't seen
a movie in several years; in the past, some kind aunties from her village would invite her. Since her grandmother's health deteriorated, she hadn't dared to go out much.
Xiaoli had seen the movie's commercials on TV and knew it was quite exciting. I watched her intently, her eyes glued to the screen, her emotions
rising and falling with the plot. After the movie, she was still very interested, constantly discussing the scenes with me. At noon, I
asked her what she wanted to eat. After thinking for a while, her face flushed, she said she wanted a hamburger because she had never been to McDonald's before. I smiled
and took her to a nearby McDonald's to fulfill her wish. I ordered several flavors of hamburgers, fries, Coke, and fried chicken, piling
a whole tray full. Xiaoli excitedly ate several hamburgers, and I asked her how they tasted. She said with a hint of regret that they weren't
as , and that she thought meatballs or steamed buns were more tasty. In the afternoon, I took her to a well-known department
store in the shopping district. I bought her a pair of shiny black leather shoes, and then we went to the children's clothing section. I chose a light green dress with lace
trim for her to try on, and asked the sales assistant to help her get dressed. After the sales assistant helped her change, she
carefully combed her beautiful long hair, which reached past her shoulders , and put the red bow headband I had given her earlier on her head.
When Xiaoli came out of the dressing room, I couldn't help but gasp in admiration. She looked like an elegant little princess,
beautiful like an elf or angel fallen to earth. I saw many mothers with their children buying clothes, their eyes filled with a mixture of envy
and admiration. The sales assistant kept praising her, saying she had never seen such a cute little girl, and if Xiaoli were displayed in the shop window, she would
probably be mistaken for a beautiful porcelain doll. Xiaoli seemed unmoved by the compliments, only her face slightly flushed. I knew
she wasn't actually proud of her looks, because she understood that no matter how beautiful one was, without a wealthy background to support them, it
was all for naught. However, when I opened my thick wallet, Xiaoli's eyes lit up.
Although I was taking her out for fun and entertainment, she still couldn't let go of the enormous medical bills. When I took her to the toy section
and bought her many toys and dolls she had never even dared to dream of before, she was happy, but a hint of regret lingered in her small eyes. I guessed
she was calculating the amount of cash these expensive toys would amount to. After playing all afternoon, I took her to a Japanese
restaurant for sushi in the evening. She enjoyed the chawanmushi (steamed egg custard), tempura, and sushi hand rolls immensely. Every single dish was something she had never tried before. She said…
These things tasted much better than McDonald's. She was just a little hesitant to eat sashimi, so I jokingly tricked her into eating a few bites
. Seeing her little face sting from the wasabi and tears streaming down her face, she got a little angry and said I lied to her.
We ate at the sushi restaurant until almost nine o'clock, when a sudden downpour started, and the rain got heavier and heavier, reducing visibility. I
told Xiaoli that my guesthouse was nearby and asked if we should go there to rest and get out of the rain. The guesthouse was
two streets , and I arrived after a few turns. After parking the car in the basement, I took Xiaoli to the guesthouse on the seventh floor. She
seemed a little tired after playing all day; she leaned against me in the elevator, looking somewhat weary. I'm over eighty years old, and when she leaned against me, her little head
only reached my waist.
The boss's guesthouse is over 50 square meters, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, which is quite comfortable. Although I rarely go back to rest there,
I never bring women in to spend the night, because I want to maintain some quiet space of my own. I invited Xiaoli to sit on the sofa in the living room
and poured her a glass of iced juice to help her sober up a bit. We sat for a while, the room was quiet, with only the sound of rain pattering outside the window
. I asked her if she was bored, and she said she was okay, so I told her I had a great videotape and wanted to watch it. She
nodded excitedly.
I turned on the TV and VCR and put in a tape. Xiaoli's face changed drastically when she looked at it, because it was a
video . After a moment of silence, Xiaoli lowered her head and said coldly, "Actually, you already knew... you knew I stole your
wallet , didn't you!" I nodded, and took out the brown paper bag she had stolen, which contained the tuition fees from her after-school program. I told her that I not only
knew she stole my wallet, but also that she stole the school's travel expenses, and I even knew very well that she worked as a betel nut beauty. I
revealed a few of my cards, waiting for her reaction.
Xiaoli tried to finish calmly, "So? Do you want to hand me over to the police?" But her voice started to
tremble .
I didn't answer her question, but just sighed and said, "Sigh!... Xiaoli, how could you do such a thing?"
Xiaoli lowered her head, seemingly muttering to herself, then her voice grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she raised her head, her delicate face streaked with tears, and roared
, "This kind of thing...
do you think I would have liked to do this?... Do you think I'm only eleven years old?! My classmates
are at home playing games at this time every day!" They play with toys, watch TV, and live carefree lives. And me? I sell flowers at night, and on
weekends risk my reputation to sell betel nuts. Why? For money. My grandmother raised me from a young age, and now she's sick. I
swore I'd find a way to cure her no matter what, so…so…” She unleashed all the pent-up pressure she'd accumulated over the years
. I thought: The little one's starting to fight back.
I finished her sentence, saying, “So…so you'll do anything to get money, right?” Xiaoli
nodded, sobbing, her hands buried in her hands. I said, "Didn't you think about asking for help?"
Xiaoli wiped away her tears and sneered, "Help? Who would help a poor family like ours? Our neighbors will only offer
us pity, but when it comes to actually asking them for money, everyone will run away. I don't need anyone's pity. Although we
are poor, we still have self-respect. At least I earn my money as a betel nut beauty through my own labor." She puffed out her chest like a little adult.
I nodded and said, "I believe you haven't lost your dignity yet, otherwise you would have already resorted to compensated dating or something!"
Xiaoli raised her head and said, "How could rich people like you understand my feelings? None of you have the right to criticize me, because
my actions were not wrong!"
I slowly said with a gentle gaze that seemed to understand everything, "Did I say you did something wrong? You didn't do anything wrong, you just
grew up early." These words broke down her defenses, and Xiaoli's tears, which had been gradually drying, burst forth again. Seeing her cry
like a little tearful person really made my heart ache. After all, attacking her was just a means to get her, not my goal.
I handed her a tissue to wipe her tears and asked, "What's wrong? Are you envious of rich people's lives?"
Xiaoli shook her head and said, "No, I just think that God is so unfair. Good people don't get good rewards. My grandmother was
such a good and kind person, why did God have to torment her and make her sick? And so many rich people who do all sorts of bad things are living well."
I said seriously, "Why do you think that God is fair, that good people get good rewards, and bad people get bad rewards?" Xiaoli looked at me
with a face full of doubt.
I continued, "I've never believed in the fairness of fate. The so-called 'good begets good, evil begets evil' is just
a self-deceiving lie concocted by the powerless weak. This world is simply a dog-eat-dog world where any despicable means
are permissible to survive!" I suddenly took off my shirt, revealing my dark, muscular upper body, which greatly surprised Xiaoli. What surprised her wasn't my naked
upper body , but the various scars, large and small, covering it.
I looked at Xiaoli and said, "This is the first time I've had my scars so clearly seen under such bright light!" I
continued, "Actually, I don't have parents; I'm an orphan." Xiaoli seemed somewhat surprised.
I gestured for Xiaoli to sit down quietly and began to tell her my story: "I really am an orphan, that's a true fact. I
grew up in an orphanage since I was old enough to understand. I don't know if it's the same in other places, but the orphanage I lived in wasn't
as wonderful as outsiders imagine. Not only were the things there old and worn, but the food was also scarce. We often had to fight with the stronger children for food
. The director and teachers always had a kind face when outsiders came to visit, but in private they were both strict and cruel. Many naughty children were
often beaten until their bodies were covered in bruises. Moreover, I know that many donations from kind-hearted people actually ended up in the director's pocket.
When I was ten years old, a couple adopted me. They had been married for several years..." They hadn't had children for years, so they wanted to adopt.
Luckily, I was chosen. My adoptive parents ran a small import/export trading company and were relatively well-off. They treated me
well . That period was arguably the happiest time of my life. However, a few years later, the company was maliciously dumped, and it went bankrupt overnight
. My adoptive parents were idle at home all day, and my adoptive father drowned his sorrows in alcohol every day. Soon, they started arguing and fighting, eventually even
coming to blows . After six months, my adoptive mother couldn't take it anymore and ran off with another man. My adoptive father finally took his anger out on me, believing
I was a jinx who brought them bad luck. From then on, I began a life of daily abuse. Punches and kicks were commonplace; when he was drunk...
The sight of bottles and furniture flying everywhere was truly spectacular, and I eventually ran away from home at the age of fourteen.
To survive, I stole, robbed, and cheated—
I did everything. I was a thug, a drug dealer for the underworld, a hotel bodyguard, and I even did drugs, worked as a gigolo, and a male prostitute. I did every bad thing imaginable. I was once devastated by the world and attempted
suicide several times. Until one day, while working as a bodyguard at a nightclub, I saw a
legislator who always appeared respectable on television intimately embracing a hotel hostess as they got into his black sedan. A nameless anger welled up inside me. I suddenly
understood the unfairness of fate, and I hated it! I wanted to fight back. After much thought, I realized that wealth and power are actually concentrated in the hands of a few.
The only way to climb up and share power and wealth with them is through wisdom and education.
So I started studying hard, picking up books again. I had met an old man when I was a male prostitute. He was the director of a large hospital
and a professor at a prestigious medical school, very well-known in society, but he was gay. He had been
interested in me for a long time. I sold myself to this gay man, and with his financial support, I completed my studies and even got into medical school and became a doctor. My life
seemed very exciting, and Xiaoli listened very attentively.
After I finished telling my story, I fell silent. Finally, Xiaoli couldn't help but ask, "What exactly are you trying to tell me?"
I said, "What I want to say is, let's make an exchange! Xiaoli, I want you."
"Me!" Xiaoli pointed to her nose in confusion.
I nodded, then revealed my true colors, saying, "That's right, it's you, Xiaoli. I want to buy you, to make you my personal doll
, a doll that obeys my commands and is at my beck and call."
Xiaoli was so clever; of course, she knew what I meant. I saw fear, anger
, and betrayal begin to fill her beautiful eyes, because the kind uncle and doctor she always saw was actually a big bad wolf with ill intentions towards Little Red Riding Hood
. She angrily began to hurl insults, uttering every vile and foul word she could think of at her age. I listened quietly to
the profanities emanating from her cute, clear voice. Having worked as a betel nut beauty, she had been exposed to a lot of vulgar language, resulting in a particularly rich vocabulary, though
some of her dialect pronunciation wasn't quite standard. If an outsider were to witness this angelic little girl swearing, they would surely
find it amusing.
I waited until she was tired of swearing and her voice had softened before calmly saying, "Your grandmother's illness is very serious, isn't it?" This question struck at her heart, and she
immediately fell silent. I continued, "I can guarantee you as a doctor that without a kidney transplant, your grandmother definitely wouldn't last
more than six months. The cost of a kidney transplant is far beyond what you can earn at your age. Even if you had the money, do you know how many people across the country
are queuing up for Without connections, they might wait until they die without ever getting a transplant. I can tell you honestly, I receive
no less than tens of millions of yuan in bribes from those queuing up every year. That shows how fierce the competition is." Xiaoli's face began to show despair, which
was exactly I had hoped to see.
I continued, "If you agree, given my position at the hospital, getting your grandmother's kidney transplant prioritized will be a piece of cake
. You won't have to worry about the huge medical bills anymore, and you can live a happy and carefree life every day. Think about those
classmates who look down on you—don't you want to stand up to them and teach them a lesson? You're a smart kid; if you think about it carefully,
you 'll realize that this kind of opportunity is once in a lifetime!" I laid all my cards on the table, waiting for her reaction. I
turned on the TV; HBO was showing a movie. I told Xiaoli I'd give her some time to think it over, and if she was willing after the movie
, she could stay overnight. If she still refused, she could walk out the door, and I would take
her home. I would hand over the evidence of the theft, such as the videotape and the brown paper bag. From then on, we would have nothing to do with each other; there would be no further connection between us.
The TV series was quite captivating, running for almost an hour, but neither of us was paying attention. I knew
we at hand. Finally, the series reached its end.
As the end credits rolled and the theme song began, our agreed-upon time drew near. The long wait finally came to an end. Xiaoli stood
up and walked towards the door, and I felt a deep sense of disappointment.
She stood there, her hand on the doorknob, but she didn't open it. Suddenly, we were at an impasse again. After a long while, Xiaoli, with her back to me
and without turning her head, asked, "You guarantee you can cure my grandmother's illness..."
I said firmly, "I guarantee that as long as you stay with me, I will never let her die." Xiaoli hesitated for a long time, then
finally took her hand off the doorknob and went back to the living room. I pretended to be calm, but the ecstasy in my heart was indescribable, because
I had won this gamble.
I looked at her and said, "Very good, this means your choice was correct. As long as you can achieve your goal, there's nothing to be ashamed of.
So, to prove your determination, come on, now... take off your clothes!" I spoke in a very calm tone, as if I were saying something very
ordinary. But Xiaoli was shocked as if struck by lightning. At her age, being naked might
not seem like a big deal, but with her precocious mind, she understood its meaning.
She stood there, blushing, hesitant to move. I watched her coldly, my stern gaze relentlessly pressing her until finally, her trembling
hands began to unbutton her clothes. I've seen many women undress, but never with such excitement. For Xiaoli
was removing not just her clothes, but her last shred of dignity.
The pale green dress I'd bought her slipped to the floor under her skillful hands, leaving her only in a sleeveless
shirt and pink underwear with a strawberry pattern. Xiaoli's lower body curves were on full display, her beautiful legs long
and slender, the half-undressed state only fueling her imagination. As she undressed, her hands hesitated, and I coldly urged her on.
Only then did she begin to remove the remaining two pieces of clothing. Finally, besides the red bow in her hair and a pair of white ankle socks
, she had nothing left to cover herself. She displayed the defensive instincts of a woman when naked, her hands still stubbornly protecting her private parts.
I wouldn't let her succeed and told her to remove them.
Xiaoli hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly spread her hands. She turned her head away, refusing to meet my gaze, her face
flushed red with shame, her beautiful, clear eyes glistening with tears of humiliation. I began to carefully admire the little girl's beautiful body. Her skin glowed.
Her skin was as smooth as silk, with a naturally delicate, childlike complexion. Her flat chest was only slightly raised, barely
resembling a breast or a fried egg. The two points weren't nipples either, just two small, cute pink mounds. Her lower body was smooth and white
, untouched by any unwanted growth. Her slightly raised mons pubis displayed a perfect shape,
separated . If there was any flaw, it was that she was slightly thin and pale, a result of long-term malnutrition
. Fortunately, this wasn't a serious flaw and could be remedied with proper care.
I leaned back, gesturing for her to sit in the space between my legs, but Xiaoli's eyes showed fear as she hesitated to come closer. I urged her sternly again and again
before she finally sat down on my lap, curled up like a little ball. I hugged her from behind, gently touching her petite body. I could feel her
trembling with nervousness and fear; goosebumps rose all over her body. I squeezed her limbs to assess her healthy development, and
inhaled her sweet, feminine scent. I was overjoyed, because this beautiful little girl was finally mine;
it felt as if had embraced my own childhood again.
Xiaoli was like a newly tamed kitten; too much fright would scare her away, so I didn't have any plans for what
would happen next . I held her for a while, then helped her get dressed and took her to the guest room to sleep. After she closed the door, I listened outside and
could almost hear her sobbing. I thought to myself: This is good, let her cry as much as she wants, let her pride dry up with her tears.
I went back to the living room, poured myself a glass of whiskey, and enjoyed this victorious drink while gazing at the rain outside the window. Now I need to think carefully about my future
training plans.

V. Initial Training of a Child's Body
Because I was so excited, I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, and my sleep was only half-awake. Although it was Sunday the next day
, I still got up very early. I went to the bakery early in the morning to buy freshly baked bread, and then returned to the guesthouse to prepare breakfast. I fried
bacon and ham with eggs, and laid out various spreads on the table, including strawberry, cream, chocolate, and cheese, as well as delicious juice and
nutritious milk. I decorated the table very lavishly, wanting to surprise her. But Xiaoli, perhaps exhausted from crying last night, slept too soundly
and still refused to come out to face me. I patiently waited until after nine o'clock before she finally emerged from her room.
I saw that her pretty little eyes were red and swollen, filled with bloodshot veins; it seemed she had cried very late last night. I asked her to sit down and
eat breakfast, but she didn't seem to have much of an appetite, only taking a few bites of each dish before finishing. I was a little angry that she had ruined the meal I had carefully
prepared , and for her development, I forced her to finish the bacon, egg, and ham sandwich on her plate, and also made her drink a glass of
milk.
After breakfast, Xiaoli's clean nature instinctively compelled her to help me clear the table. I praised her for being so obedient, but she ignored me, making
me feel quite embarrassed. After she finished cleaning up, I took her to the living room to make an appointment with her. I told her that the first rule was that she could no longer steal or
lie to me. I proudly told Xiaoli that as long as she was with me, she wouldn't have to worry about money; she just needed to ask me openly
, and I would give her whatever she wanted. I sincerely hoped she could grow up to be an upright person and not repeat the mistakes of my childhood, otherwise
, she would find it difficult to face the past when she grew up.
The second rule was that no one could know about our relationship.
Although the pressure from the media and public opinion would ruin my reputation if this got out. Of course, I didn't say this to Xiaoli; I
just said that if our affair were leaked, the consequences would be severe, and no one would be able to guarantee her grandmother's safety. This
was almost a threat, but fortunately, Xiaoli didn't want others to know her situation, so she readily agreed. The third rule was that
she couldn't disobey my orders.
I proudly told Xiaoli about these three rules that I had thought about for a long time and made a pact with her. I told Xiaoli that to avoid attracting
attention, I would formally adopt her from her maternal grandmother and register her as my daughter. I knew that asking Xiaoli to call me "Dad" was
somewhat insulting, but it was a reluctant choice to have her legitimately. Fortunately, Xiaoli didn't have a deep impression of her parents,
so the words held no meaning for her; in fact, they symbolized resentment! I asked her to try calling me that, and she reluctantly uttered a soft, childlike "
Dad !" Her voice was hesitant and childlike. I nodded with satisfaction and began my first lesson.
I called Xiaoli to sit on my lap. Perhaps after crying all night, she had resigned herself to her fate.
And she was dressed now, unlike last night when she was naked, so she readily walked over and sat sideways on my lap. I
held her close, sensing she was still a little afraid, so I gently stroked her long, soft hair to ease her tension. Then I leaned in to kiss her,
and she stiffened and backed away in fear. I smiled, telling her to relax, and then kissed her delicate, petal-like lips.
This was Xiaoli's first kiss, so she seemed quite nervous, and I was nervous too. Although I had kissed many women, this
was my first time kissing a young girl, and I wanted Xiaoli to have a wonderful memory of kissing. Her lips were small and soft, only
half the size of mine, so I could easily cover them completely. When my full lips pressed against her small mouth, she kept clenching her lips and making "
mmm" sounds of resistance! I tried hard to pry her lips open but couldn't go any deeper; my tongue could only brush back and forth on the outside of her pearly white teeth
. I felt a little annoyed by the neatness of her teeth, so I gently bit her lower lip. She opened
her jaw , and I seized the opportunity to penetrate her mouth without hesitation. Xiaoli's pupils contracted, and her breathing became rapid.
Her small tongue was soft and slippery, constantly retreating under my teasing. I inserted my tongue completely, leaving her no room to maneuver, and I
continuously entwined my tongue with hers, one large and one small. During this time, I felt Xiaoli's initially stiff body begin to relax. Finally, perhaps
due to lack of oxygen, her face turned a bright red like an apple. I quickly released her to let her catch her breath. Her body, like a puddle of mud
, softly rose and fell against my chest. I wasn't sure if I'd been too rough, because I was kissing her like an adult. Perhaps
Xiaoli hadn't slept well the night before, and the deep kiss had left her exhausted; she gradually drifted off to sleep. I held her, afraid to move
lest I wake her, enjoying the embrace of her small body and the scent of her breath. However, as I held her, I also unknowingly
fell asleep.
The scene was actually quite heartwarming. The tall, handsome father was embracing his angelic daughter as she slept on the sofa, unaware of what was happening.
Anyone who saw it would be moved to tears, but only I knew that it was actually the Big Bad Wolf embracing Little Red Riding Hood. I don't know how long I slept, but I felt Xiaoli
struggle in my arms before waking up. I checked the clock and it was already noon, so I drove her out for lunch and then back to the hospital so she
could visit her grandmother.
I immediately kept my promise and moved her grandmother to a better-equipped private room, and asked Yanyao to assign a dedicated nurse to take care of her.
After her grandmother's medical environment improved, Xiaoli felt much more relaxed, and her expression towards me was more grateful. I told Xiaoli that
since my real home and the hospital where I work are both in the north, and it would be easier to arrange for her grandmother's kidney transplant at my hospital, I would take her back to the north soon
. Xiaoli begged me to let her finish the semester. I calculated that she had about two
months before summer vacation. I had already stayed longer than planned, so I didn't mind having two more months and
readily agreed. Actually, I had other plans. I didn't want to be separated from Yanyao and Qiuhua so soon, and Xiaoli still had to go to school
every day , so I couldn't do anything too intense with her. I planned to wait until she had more free time during summer vacation before doing more intense
"training."
In the afternoon, I drove her home to pack her things because I had asked her to move into my guesthouse starting today. I told her not to bring too much
stuff, because I would buy her new things when we returned to the north. She only needed to bring some valuable or sentimental items. Xiaoli
looked around, very reluctant to leave behind so many things; after all, it was the place she grew up, filled with so many childhood memories. I told her I
had already until next month, and she could come back to visit anytime she had time. Then, with a heavy heart, I took her away,
buying her some new clothes and daily necessities. Finally, after dropping her off at the detention center, I rushed back to the hospital because I had surgery to perform that evening
. Departing from my usual laziness, I displayed astonishing skill and speed, completing
a surgery that normally takes a doctor four hours in just half the time.
The nurses and doctors watching all showed expressions of admiration and couldn't help but clap and applaud. I had no interest in enjoying their
praise . After staying for a while to make sure the patient was alright, I rushed back to the guesthouse because my mind was filled with the image of that little girl.
Although I was rushing as fast as I could, the surgery and traffic delays meant that I didn't get back to the guesthouse until 9 p.m. At that time, Xiaoli
had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom. She was fragrant and steaming, and her long, wet hair was still tangled and not yet dried. I was irresistibly aroused and
immediately carried her to the living room to caress her, beginning my second round of "training" that day.
She struggled in my arms, saying, "Uncle...don't do this!" I pretended to be angry and said, "Hey, what did you just call me...?
"
Xiaoli immediately became alert and changed her address, "Dad...Dad, don't do this! I just finished showering." She refused, saying that
Xiaoli calling me that gave me a confused feeling of incest. I didn't allow her to refuse and pressed my lips to hers, preventing her from making
a sound of refusal. After the shocking lesson that morning, she wasn't as scared as before, but she was still not used to it. Although it was
the second time, I didn't dare to kiss her as passionately as I had in the morning, afraid that she would be exhausted. I sniffed around like a male dog, smelling
the scent of soap and shampoo on Xiaoli's body, which made her exclaim how itchy it was. I fulfilled my initial desire, gently biting her delicate neck
while my hand slid down her smooth inner thigh towards her crotch. Xiaoli was startled, her legs instinctively clamping together,
trapping my hand.
I bit her delicate little ear, whispering with a smile, "Pretty, the tighter you clamp, the stronger the feeling will be!
" Xiaoli's face flushed crimson.
My words seemed to have an effect; Xiaoli's leg muscles relaxed considerably, and I boldly thrust inside. That place was her forbidden zone as
a woman , never touched by a man before, and even she herself rarely touched it. Now that I've penetrated her, I run my fingers over her
pristine white panties, exploring the contours and contours of her genitals through the cotton fabric. Unlike a mature woman's body
, which has the obstruction of pubic hair, Xiaoli's genitals are easy to feel, revealing their perfect shape. I slip my fingers through the seam of her panties, gently
caressing . Xiaoli's flushed face is clenched, her teeth clenched, whether she's enduring pleasure or pain is unclear.
I laugh and ask her, "Hey, how is it? Can you feel anything?" I quicken my fingers' movements.
Xiaoli blushes and says, "I...I can't feel anything yet...Ah!" She can't help but let out a soft moan and begin to pant.
I joked, "Strange? How come you don't feel anything? Haven't you ever done this kind of thing yourself?"
Xiaoli blushed and spat, "I...I wouldn't do that kind of thing! Don't talk nonsense!" Her tone sounded a little angry.
Her body, still that of a young girl, wasn't as sensitive as a mature woman's, but it was old enough to feel. I kissed
her and caressed her, attacking her from both above and below. The body's reaction was honest after all; soon I felt Xiaoli's body tighten and heat up
, and a clear liquid began to flow from her small opening. Although the amount was small, it was enough to soak the bottom edge of her panties. Her delicate and lovely
face was flushed and burning hot, and her clothes, which she had just changed, were already half-soaked with sweat. I chuckled mischievously to myself; she was probably going to
take a second shower.
I teased her, "Hey, little girl, why did you pee?" I held up my palm to show the sticky liquid clinging to it. The liquid glistened like
transparent glue under the light; it was her first love fluid, the first time it had flowed from her virginity. Xiaoli knew it felt different from peeing; the
liquid wasn't urine, but she could actually feel it under my caresses. She felt her body had betrayed her, and she couldn't help but sob uncontrollably onto my shoulder
.
The next morning, I had to rush to a meeting at the hospital, so I left very early. Before leaving, I told Xiaoli to eat three meals a day normally, so her
grandmother could see her healthy and chubby. Then I gave her 50,000 yuan in cash. I knew giving a child so much money was
a much, but to make her feel the reality of wealth, money was the best thing. And I trusted that she would know her limits and wouldn't waste it.
The following days were very busy for me. Not only did I have to arrange Xiaoli's household registration and school transfer, but I also had to find a suitable
kidney for her grandmother to transplant. I found a lawyer I knew to help me with the adoption. After obtaining guardianship from the old woman, the lawyer then tried to
legalize my father-daughter relationship with Xiaoli at the household registration office. I called back to the original hospital and scheduled the old woman's kidney transplant surgery for three months later.
All these little things almost exhausted me, but no matter how busy I was, I never forgot my "training" of Xiaoli. I handed in...
After visiting her grandmother each day, Dai Xiaoli had to be home before 7 PM and wait for me obediently. I tried to finish all my hospital
appointments on the same day. Although I couldn't work a 9-to-5 job, at least I could make time to go home and spend with Xiaoli every day.
With our diet normalized, Xiaoli's body was no longer as thin as before, and her skin began to have a healthy, rosy glow
. She looked even more beautiful and lovely than before. I didn't dare to be too drastic with Xiaoli. It took me several weeks to gradually progress from kissing and
caressing , to wearing underwear, and finally to being naked. I checked on her physical and emotional condition every day
, afraid that her small body wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure and would break down. Fortunately, Xiaoli's past poverty had instilled in her immense resilience. Although she
sometimes showed resistance and disgust, she eventually succumbed and accepted it.
I loved seeing her naked, with a bow in her hair and socks on her feet—it made me almost burst with desire
. Sometimes I would kiss her flat, slightly rounded breasts, those two small, adorable pink nipples. Her breasts weren't as sensual as
an adult's , and sometimes I would accidentally laugh out loud and say, "It itches!" before
feigning reluctance. The most fierce resistance she ever received was when I first inserted my fingers into her vagina. That time, she was restless
, twisting and squeezing against my crotch. It was training for her to get used to penetration later; I wanted to widen the opening and get her
used to the feeling of penetration. Otherwise, her petite body would experience great pain when she was deflowered.
I first rotated my index finger around her smooth clitoris at the entrance, then gently pressed and kneaded it. When her opening
started to moisten, I slowly penetrated along the source of the fluid. It was the first time something had entered her, and Xiaoli trembled with fear
. The sensation inside her was very cramped, reminding me of palpating a patient's anus. Although my fingers were much smaller than that thing
, they were still a considerable burden on her still-developing passage. Xiaoli felt a firm finger
moving in and out , and tears welled up in her eyes. She was moving very violently, and I quickly comforted her without stopping. My fingers entwined inside her
, feeling the folds of the fleshy walls, exploring the mysteries of her small body. The sensation of my thin fingers moving in and out didn't actually cause
much pain;
the little girl's body soon got used to the thickness of my fingers. Then she began to endure the pleasure that transformed from itching,
and finally, with a large amount of fluid overflowing, I stopped.
Once things have happened, it's hard to go back to the way they were. Ever since the day I got Xiaoli, her trust in me seemed to have completely collapsed. A barrier seemed to have formed between
us Although she silently endured my actions towards her, we no longer
chatted as freely as before. We often went long before we exchanged a single sentence, and I was usually the one to initiate it. To make her
happy, I gave her many gifts and took her out for delicious food, but she seemed unmoved. I explained to Xiaoli many times that
although my past actions were driven by the ruthless pursuit of her, I genuinely loved her and considered her a true woman.
However she didn't seem to believe or listen to these explanations.
Then, one day, three or four weeks later, Qiuhua suddenly called me, saying that Xiaoli seemed unwell and asked me
to pick her up from school. I immediately dropped everything I was doing and sped to the school. When I arrived, Qiuhua was already waiting for Xiaoli at the school
gate . I took Xiaoli's temperature and confirmed she had a fever. I then drove to the hospital to give her a fever-reducing injection before taking her home to rest
. I didn't dare leave her in the hospital because only those who know the risks would know that the chances of contracting germs in a hospital are actually the highest. Xiaoli
was already weak, and I didn't want my little darling to develop other illnesses.
I stayed by her bedside all night, constantly wiping her sweat and changing her soaked clothes. She slept very restlessly, constantly
murmuring in her sleep. One moment it was "Grandma, don't die," the next it was "I didn't mean to steal your money," then it was "Don't come near me, don't touch me
," and then it was "Mom, I hate you." I could tell that her anxiety stemmed from the past and the recent stress, leading to a kind of mental breakdown.
I felt a pang of sadness. I didn't know if my actions towards Xiaoli were tormenting her or causing her pain; I dared not think too much about it.
I didn't dare leave her side for even a moment, holding her burning little hand, and drifted off to sleep against the edge of the bed until Xiaoli shook me awake the next
morning . I opened my eyes groggily and could see that she looked much better, so I pressed my forehead against hers to make sure her
temperature had gone down before I felt relieved. She looked at me with a smile on her face, even though I looked
disheveled . But I could see the meaning in her eyes—not mockery, but gratitude, a look of relief. I took a day
off from the hospital to take care of her. I kept feeding her, giving her juice, and telling her stories by her bedside. Our conversations that day were
as cheerful and lighthearted as ever. Perhaps Xiaoli realized that, regardless of my motives, I was at least
the only who cared about her.

Sixth, Xiaoli's sharp tongue.
Since that day, the distance between Xiaoli and me has lessened considerably. Her trust in me has begun to return, and she has started confiding
her . The biggest change is in her attitude towards my discipline. Although she is still not used to my behavior, at least she doesn't show
the same resistance and disgust as before.
A few days after she fell ill, I returned home early because there wasn't much work at the hospital that day. Even before I entered, I was greeted by a sweet
aroma. I went to the kitchen and asked her what she was doing. Her little face lit up with excitement as she said she was baking a cake. I knew Xiaoli could cook, and her skills were quite
good even better than mine, because I often saw her preparing tonics for her grandmother at the hospital. But I never imagined she could bake a cake. Xiaoli said she
had always wanted to try, but the ingredients were too expensive for her. I felt a little nervous. When I got to the restaurant, I saw that although some parts of the golden-
brown crust were burnt, at least the shape wasn't too bad. The cream wasn't spread very evenly, but it was all there
. I asked Xiaoli if she had tasted it yet, and she shook her head, saying she hadn't because she wanted me to be the first to try it. I mustered my courage and took
a bite . Sure enough, the outside was baked through, but some parts inside were still a lump of batter. The ratio of sugar to salt was also off; it tasted neither
sweet nor salty. Seeing that I didn't say anything, Xiaoli took a bite herself, immediately spitting it out. "Ptooey!" "Ptooey!" "Ptooey!" she exclaimed, saying it was
awful!
Xiaoli tried to snatch the cake away, saying she wanted to throw it away, but seeing her frustrated expression, I wolfed it down before she could.
She ate it all. I told her it didn't matter if it wasn't grilled perfectly, she could try a few more times, and besides, she had grilled it especially for me, it would be
a shame . Xiaoli's cute eyes were misty and glistening with tears, as if she was about to cry. She was wearing a light blue
dress with a white apron around her waist, looking just like Alice from a fairy tale. On a whim, I carried her to the dining table.
The sudden action startled her a little, and she exclaimed "Ah!" but calmed down after a while. Her two little feet, clad in white short socks, dangled
playfully in the air, swinging back and forth. I lifted Xiaoli's skirt and carefully took off her white underwear with Hello Kitty printed on it
. Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she didn't refuse. I spread her legs to observe her closely, at that budding pink rose. Her mons pubis was smooth as jade
, its lovely shape unmistakable, and on her fair skin, tinged with pink, I could almost see the pulsating capillaries. Her two small
labia , opened and closed with her breathing and the pulsation of her veins. As my face drew closer, I could feel a surge of warm breath, almost like
the panting of another creature. I had seen many women's genitals, but they were all filled with thick pubic hair and strange shapes. This was the first time I had seen such a beautiful
place.
In the past, when I caressed Xiaoli, I always hugged her from behind, because I didn't want her to see me and would be less nervous. Today was the first time
we were face to face , and judging from Xiaoli's lack of resistance, it seemed she was willing to accept me. I buried my head between Xiaoli's legs,
tasting . Startled, she squeezed her legs together, trapping my head between them. After I cried out in pain, struggling to breathe, she
blushed and opened her legs again. I gently licked her smooth, full outer lips with my tongue, then tentatively slipped it into that tiny crevice. Xiaoli
felt waves of tingling pleasure from below, her body instinctively wanting to clench, but fearing I would suffocate, she
struggled to keep her legs open.
I felt the elasticity of her white mons pubis with my cheek, my rough taste buds rubbing against the tender, moist folds of her flesh with the tip of my tongue, and Xiaoli
couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her beautiful, clear voice further aroused my desire, and I began to lick her small clitoris.
She cried out, "Ah!" and said, "Dad... Daddy, you can't lick there!... It's... so dirty... Ah!" Xiaoli's already flushed
face grew even hotter.
I looked up at her and smiled, saying, "How could it be? This is my most beloved girl, my cutest place, how could it be
dirty!" Then I buried my head again and continued my actions.
Xiaoli trembled, clutching my head. I heard rapid breathing behind my neck; her breath was fragrant and her body temperature was high.
I began to smell the scent of her sweat, so I quickened my pace. Finally, I took her overflowing fluid into my mouth, then embraced her and kissed her deeply,
sharing the taste of her place in my mouth with her.
Although my training gradually heightened Xiaoli's sensitivity to her body, it often aroused my desire as well. Since I
couldn't things any further with her, I was always left burning with lust but nowhere to release it. I often had to suppress my urges and wait until the next day to go to
the hospital to see Yanyao, or wait until Xiaoli was asleep before secretly arranging to meet Qiuhua at a hotel. The worst part was when they were both busy, I
had to hide in the bathroom, tears streaming down my face, and relieve myself alone.
This really made me both laugh and cry. Although I'm supposed to be good with my hands, I proudly believed that since I achieved my goal, I
no longer needed to do anything about that area myself. I could easily call out and a bunch of women would throw themselves at me. This situation
felt like a replay of my student days, which was really damaging to my self-esteem.
I often fantasized about my erect penis entering Xiaoli's small opening, but every time I actually tried
, the thought of her painful expression made me lose the courage. I could only intensify my caresses of her body, hoping that God would bless her so that her
vagina would expand to the right width soon. Even so, upon closer inspection, there were many alternative methods to solve my
immediate problem.
One night, when I dragged my exhausted body back to the guesthouse, it was already 10 pm. That day, I
performed a six-hour operation on the mother of a prominent southern politician. Although it took me quite a while, the surgery was very successful, and the councilor
even gave me a generous red envelope of 500,000. Although I was exhausted, the thought of my pockets being much fuller made me quite happy
as I sat on the sofa to rest. Seeing how tired I was, Xiaoli kindly offered to run the water for me to shower. After the water was full, I took off my clothes and suddenly asked her
to shower with me. Although Xiaoli had already showered once before, she obediently took off her clothes and entered the bathroom so as not to spoil my fun.
Although I often caressed her naked body, today was the first time in her life she had seen a mature man's naked body. In
the bathroom her shy little face remained lowered, unable to look directly at my body. I held her little fingers and explained the structure of my body, and
the history of each scar on my skin. Hearing about the indelible marks and stories on my body gradually relaxed her, and she also unconsciously
learned about the structure of the male body.
I didn't let Xiaoli do it herself, and took the initiative to lather the soap on her tender skin. I followed the curves of her body, letting the
slippery foam automatically guide my hands. Xiaoli giggled from time to time, saying it tickled. Then I placed my hands on her flat
chest. Although her breasts were not yet developed, I could still feel their softness and elasticity when I pressed them. Those two mounds,
like small fleshy balls, would slip out of my grasp when I rubbed them hard. Xiaoli and I couldn't help but laugh when we saw this
. I then slid my hand down between her legs, rubbing her cleft with my palm. The tingling pleasure made her cling to my
arm and moan.
After rinsing her clean with the showerhead, I asked her to wash me. Xiaoli diligently used a bath towel to
scrub my broad back, as if trying to wash away all my fatigue. She carefully washed every inch of me, except for the most
important part. I couldn't help but remind her, and she blushed and told me to wash myself. I didn't allow her to refuse, so I grabbed her small hand and forced her
. My penis gradually swelled and hardened in Xiaoli's delicate hands. Although she had heard that a man's penis could grow larger,
she never expected to see such a spectacular sight for the first time. This sight left her wide-eyed, speechless with astonishment.
I let Xiaoli feel the length and firmness of my penis, letting her hold and stroke it with her small, soapy hands. Under the slippery soap and her
warm hands, my penis grew even thicker and more magnificent. Xiaoli's pretty face flushed red as she turned her head away, unable to face me. I turned her head back to me.
I forced her to bravely face it. I was filled with excitement. Although we hadn't had a real sexual relationship, our current
situation was a form of sexual activity. Since she had never done this before, her technique was quite clumsy. Not only was it difficult
for me to feel pleasure, but the pent-up desire was unbearable. So I demonstrated for her. I used both hands to
alternately watching Xiaoli's naked body to increase the stimulation.
After a while, feeling the urge to ejaculate, I quickly told Xiaoli to open her palms and then shot the hot, white liquid onto her
small hands. Xiaoli was startled; a little of the splattered liquid got onto her body and face.
Curious, she held the liquid close to her nose and smelled it, then frowned and said, "It smells so fishy, like fish! It looks thick
and sticky, like snot, it's disgusting!" Although she knew it was semen, it was the first time she had ever seen it in person.
I poured some on my finger and asked Xiaoli to try it, but she shook her head in fear, looking completely resistant. I laughed and lied to her, saying it tasted
delicious , but she still wouldn't open her mouth. So I had to pry open her jaw and stick my finger in. I asked her what it tasted like, and Xiaoli,
with a tearful face, said it tasted salty, sweet, and slippery and sticky, like a clump of phlegm or snot. She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva
, then angrily accused me of lying to her. I laughed out loud at her angry expression.
Ever since Xiaoli learned to masturbate me, my desires had a little outlet, and I didn't have to find women to release them all the time. However, she
was always quite scared when she rubbed me there. Sometimes the ejaculation was too intense, and if she couldn't dodge in time, it would splash onto her
cute little face. She didn't like the fishy smell and the sticky, disgusting feeling, and it made her feel insulted.
So sometimes when we did this, it was like playing a game. The way she anticipated the ejaculation and dodged left and right
looked like a game of hide-and-seek.
One time, Xiaoli was in a bad mood, and her hand movements were too vigorous. Her nails accidentally scratched my private parts, causing me to cry out in pain
. She was startled and kept apologizing. I pretended to be angry, twisting my waist and using my erect penis instead of my hand to gently stroke
her delicate cheeks. She glared at me with her clear, beautiful eyes, a slightly angry expression on her face. This expression stirred
something within me, so without waiting for her to do it herself, I ejaculated warm semen onto her proud, pretty face. This time, Xiaoli didn't
shy away and bravely faced my reprimand, accepting it. However, the next day she ignored me for the entire day, forcing me to coax and lie to her, trying to cheer her
up and beg for her forgiveness.
To train Xiaoli to perform oral sex, I would practice with my fingers while caressing her, teaching her how to
suck and lick to gradually enhance her sense of simulation. However, when it came to actual sex, she would blush and shake her head repeatedly, pretending to be unwilling
. I had no choice but to pinch her small nose, pull her face closer, and bring my penis forward to meet her.
The suffocating feeling from having her nose pinched made Xiaoli involuntarily open her mouth, and I quickly seized the opportunity to insert it. Her small mouth wasn't very big, so
it could only hold about the head of her penis, and I could feel the sharpness of her small teeth at any moment.
Xiaoli's tears welled up in her adorable eyes, swirling around as if she were about to cry. Finally, she resigned herself to her fate and
began to suckle with her small mouth. Xiaoli's mouth was warm and smooth, her small oral cavity completely enveloping my tip. Her little tongue
first gently licked the cleft of my head, then swirled around, rubbing against other parts of it. Then, her little head rocked back and forth, and she began
to suckle with her thin, cherry-like lips. At this moment, my pleasure reached its peak, because this cute, proud little girl
was actually giving me oral sex! What I had only ever fantasized about had finally come true. I was almost moved to tears, and then
I looked forward to future dreams.
Perhaps feeling the soreness in her neck, Xiaoli changed positions, using her small, nimble tongue to caress the outer edge of my erect penis. Having overcome her
initial fear, she slowly began to use the various techniques I had taught her before. Xiaoli was inherently clever, and she mastered those techniques
perfectly—blowing, sucking, licking, and so on—each move sending me into ecstasy. Finally, I felt the urge to ejaculate,
my lower body trembling and throbbing rapidly. Xiaoli's past experience of masturbating me told her that this was a sign of impending ejaculation, so she turned her head away in fear
. I didn't let her escape, cupping her head in my hands and ejaculating wave after wave of thick semen into her warm mouth, causing her to cough.
Tears welled in Xiaoli's eyes and finally spilled down her cheeks.
A cloudy liquid rolled around in her little mouth, the excess overflowing from the corners. Xiaoli made a gagging face, trying to vomit
, but I covered her mouth to prevent her from doing so, and then gestured for her to swallow it. She shook her head with a pained expression, and finally,
under my stern coercion, she had no choice but to swallow it.
After getting used to this behavior, it became much easier to ask her to do it. After a few oral lessons, Xiaoli's oral skills became more and more
impressive, and she could even decide whether or not to give me pleasure based on her mood and preferences. If she was unhappy one day, "Hey!"
would really suffocate me. Because Xiaoli dislikes the taste of semen, she sometimes holds it in her mouth and then secretly
spits it out when I'm not looking. Being a picky eater is bad, and to prevent her from developing this habit, I had to check her mouth every time to see if she had
actually swallowed it. After trying this a few times, she realized she couldn't cheat and finally had to obediently swallow it. Fortunately, even the most disliked things
become familiar after a while. Once, she even bluntly told me that apart from the unpleasant smell and thick consistency, it was actually
similar to eating a raw egg. This made me both laugh and cry.
After my relationship with Xiaoli progressed further, I gradually reduced my outbursts to Yanyao. However, my dates with Qiuhua
didn't decrease, because she was a crucial source of information about Xiaoli's situation at school.
Although was still quite concerned about her school life. Qiuhua said that since I adopted Xiaoli, her life had visibly improved
. She was healthier, more cheerful, and her grades had returned to normal. Importantly, she often treated
her classmates to meals, something she had never seen before. She said that whenever she saw Xiaoli dressed beautifully and spending generously, she
felt grateful to me for helping this poor little girl. Hearing this, I felt guilty and remained noncommittal.
Qiuhua continued, saying that the classmates all wished Xiaoli well as her improved situation, but some of the classmates who used to ostracize her were still...
The change in her behavior led to considerable doubt and bullying. This made me realize that this is the nature of humanity—always unable to bear seeing others do well, always
hoping to highlight one's own superiority by belittling others. It also made me even more eager to take Xiaoli away from this heartbreaking place.
Soon, Xiaoli and I had been living together for over a month. One day, I left work early to pick her up from school. The little one
had been clamoring to see a movie for the past few days, and I had finally managed to free up some time that evening. I first went to the florist to buy a bouquet of flowers, Xiaoli's favorite
lilies, and then drove to the school to pick her up. I waited and waited at the school gate until most of the students had left.
Since it was past school dismissal time and past the time we had agreed upon, I realized it was already past the agreed-upon time. I couldn't help but pick up my phone and call, but
the automated message tone sounded, indicating her phone was off. A little worried, I went into the school to look for her. I asked for
directions to the fifth-grade classroom and followed the path.
Their school was quite large; a few mischievous students were playing games on the lush green playground, and tall coconut trees stood everywhere in the verdant campus
. The sun was setting, painting the distant sky a rosy hue, and a warm atmosphere filled the air. I
couldn't help but reminisce about my university campus life. After walking for a while and passing through a corridor, I saw the sign for Class 5-X, but before I even entered,
I heard a loud argument. I peeked furtively through the window and saw three girls in the classroom seemingly
arguing .
To call it an argument was an understatement; it was more like Xiaoli was being attacked unilaterally. One of the girls appeared to come from a wealthier family, as her clothes
were much more expensive than the other two, and she was the most arrogant. The other two girls were merely echoing her words. This girl
was a head shorter than Xiaoli, and although she was quite cute, she was still far less attractive than my Xiaoli.
From afar, all that could be heard was the little girl berating Xiaoli, saying, "Don't think that just because you're a little prettier, have the boys in your class protecting you, and
the teacher supporting you, you can act all high and mighty!" Xiaoli hurriedly explained to her that her behavior wasn't arrogant.
The little girl continued, "Still saying no! I've noticed you've been surrounded by several guys lately, and you're always treating them to food. They're
always hanging around you, treating you like a princess! What's wrong with you? You've struck it rich, huh? I bet you're selling your body for escort
services, you shameless prostitute!" Hearing this, Xiaoli glared angrily at her, her lips twitching as if she was about to unleash a torrent of abuse,
but for some reason, she kept her mouth shut.
Seeing that Xiaoli didn't resist, the little girl became even more aggressive, saying, "Why aren't you talking back? That means you're admitting it! What right do you, a
bastard without parents, have to argue with me?!"
Hearing this, I couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Who said Xiaoli is a bastard without parents?" I struck a cool
pose like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress and leaned against the doorway, instantly drawing all eyes to me.
The little girl asked in surprise, "Who are you?" Xiaoli exclaimed joyfully, "Daddy!" I felt a surge of joy in my heart; this
was the first time she had called out those two words so passionately.
I pulled Xiaoli to my side and said, "Xiaoli is my most beloved daughter. I neglected her in the past for some reason. Now
that I've found her, I won't allow anyone to bully her!" I looked at them with a slightly angry expression.
The little girl took a few steps back, her face filled with fear, and said, "You... what do you want to do! My dad's a city councilor! He can get
a bunch of !"
I sighed, walked over to the little girl, squatted down, and looked at her, saying, "A girl shouldn't rely on wealth or background to win, but
on her looks and temperament to compete with other women. You're so cute, don't always look so sulky, smile more,
that's how boys will like you."
I plucked a lily from the bouquet and tucked it into her hair, smiling as I said, "Look, aren't you much prettier now? Even
I'm falling for you!" I used my special skill, unexpectedly kissing her cheek. The little girl was startled, her face turning red with embarrassment
. Before they could react, I picked Xiaoli up and carried her out of the classroom. Xiaoli looked down at them with a victorious
smile.
In the car, I asked Xiaoli curiously why she didn't talk back. I knew she was very good at cursing, and if she really wanted to start a fight, even
those three girls combined wouldn't be a match for her.
Xiaoli sighed, her face filled with shame, and said, "I stole her money and lied to her, making her
lose face in front of the whole class, so it's understandable that she was so angry and scolded me. And... and she said I sold my body like a prostitute,
which isn't entirely wrong."
I slammed on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road, looking at Xiaoli and saying, "Don't worry about our agreement, and don't listen to what others say.
Believe me! I still stand by what I said, I really like you, and I love you as a real woman!" I suddenly cupped her lips
and kissed .
Xiaoli was startled and quickly pushed me away, saying, "Oh my god! How could you kiss me here? Are you crazy?! What if someone
sees us ? Hurry up, hurry up!"
I let go of the steering wheel and pretended to be a rogue, saying, "I'm not leaving unless you say you believe I really like you and really love you
!"
Xiaoli said anxiously, "Okay, okay! I believe you! I believe you! Hurry up and drive, those people over there are staring at us,
it's so embarrassing!" I was satisfied with her answer, so I put my hands back on the steering wheel and sped away. I glanced at Xiaoli out of the corner of my eye
; she was secretly looking down with a sweet smile on her face, looking like a happy little woman.

VII.
As the days of parting from our hometown drew closer, Xiaoli, though having grown up here, had
never been to many places. To avoid leaving her with regrets, I would take her to some of the scenic spots whenever I had time. Since
Sunday was a beautiful day, I suggested taking her to a famous amusement park in the mountains of central Taiwan. Xiaoli had
often heard of the place before, but the entrance fee of seven or eight hundred NT dollars meant she could only admire it from afar. Therefore, upon hearing that I was
taking her there, she was so excited she couldn't sleep the night before.
The amusement park was built on a mountain, so I drove along the mountain roads the entire way. After driving for a while, I don't know if it was because I drank too much juice at
the rest stop, but the little one suddenly urgently told me she needed to use the restroom. I looked around, and there was no village or shop in sight,
so I parked the car in a secluded patch of grass. Since I also needed to relieve myself, Xiaoli and I went into the grass to do so. I quickly...
I was trying to solve my problem, but she wasn't moving. I laughed and asked her why she wasn't getting up yet.
Xiaoli said, "I can't get it up!" Actually, she meant that she couldn't get it up with me there, and that I should leave.
I pretended to be confused and said, "You can't get it up? Then I'll help you!" I quickly took off her panties, then
held her thighs, hugging her like a child going to the toilet.
Xiaoli blushed and exclaimed, "Oh! Don't do that! I'm not a child anymore, I can do it myself, put me
down ! You're embarrassing me!" She kept struggling in my arms.
I didn't let go of her, but whispered in her ear, "Hey, if you don't hurry up and get going, it'll be even more embarrassing if someone
sees ." Xiaoli's ears turned bright red. She knew I wasn't willing to let go, so she had no choice but to focus her attention
down there. Whether it was nervousness or shyness, she couldn't ejaculate. I even jokingly whistled for her. After a while,
Xiaoli's body trembled, and a yellowish liquid began to seep out intermittently. Then came a golden fountain,
shooting out in a parabolic shape. I could almost see a rainbow shimmering in the light. After she finished, I was very attentive, not only wiping her
clean but also helping her put her underwear back on. Suddenly, Xiaoli collapsed to the ground. I asked her what was wrong, and she said her legs were weak and she couldn't walk. I
smiled, put my arm around her waist, and carried her back to the car. In the car, she kept crying, saying I had bullied her. I quickly comforted her, saying I was just joking and asking her to forgive me
.
Fortunately, the little one's sadness faded quickly, and by the time we got to the amusement park, she had completely forgotten what had happened.
She went crazy for every ride on the roller coaster, the motion picture theater, the pirate ship, the spinning chairs, and so on. I accompanied her on every single one of the rides.
Xiaoli seemed to want to get revenge on me; she rode the roller coaster three times, almost making me throw up. Finally, we
sat on the Ferris wheel, looking down from above at the place where she had grown up. Her little face was filled with sorrow; although this place didn't hold many
fond memories for her, the thought of leaving her familiar surroundings still made her reluctant to leave. On the way back, Xiaoli seemed very tired from playing and
slept soundly in the car. She didn't wake up even after I carried her to bed and changed her into her pajamas. Seeing how sweetly she slept, I leaned down and kissed her
little mouth , wishing her sweet dreams.
Soon after, Xiaoli and her classmates finished their final exams and started summer vacation. To let her say goodbye to her classmates, I suggested
holding a small party at the guesthouse, where she could treat the whole class to a fun time. It would also be a chance for everyone to see her affluent lifestyle and let her vent her frustrations. Although Xiaoli
was very happy, she was a little afraid that others would find out about our relationship. I reassured her that as long as no one else leaked it, no
one know, and she could invite her classmates over without worry. Besides, I didn't have the guts to do anything inappropriate to her in front of everyone.
Only after hearing me say this did Xiaoli feel at ease to prepare for the party.
I ordered a restaurant to cater to our home, preparing dozens of dishes, including various appetizers, a number of exquisite desserts
and drinks, and a huge cake. I also hired two waitresses to come to our house to help on the day. Xiaoli bought a lot of flowers and ribbons, decorating
the entire living room beautifully. After everything was ready, we set the date for Sunday. That morning, Xiaoli was dressed up
beautifully , like a little princess, or even a little enchantress. I was so excited that I almost couldn't contain myself and wanted to rush over and hug her
. Xiaoli screamed and warned me not to do anything to her. She grumbled that she knew I would do something like that today, and that she had even helped me release my pent-up desires several times last night. Why was she
acting like a male dog in heat now?
Her scolding calmed me down considerably. I remembered that I couldn't ruin her party. After a while, her classmates and Qiuhua
arrived one after another. Some of the classmates were accompanied by their mothers. I counted the number of people, and apart from a few who had something come up at the last minute, almost the entire class
was there. They were quite considerate of Xiaoli, and among them was the girl who had argued with Xiaoli back then. She was dressed very nicely today and
started pestering me with questions as soon as she entered. Xiaoli secretly told me that after that day, she didn't know why the girl stopped bothering her as much, and she kept
asking me about me. I found it amusing; could that girl have fallen for me? What a sin!
Although the guesthouse was over fifty square meters, it felt cramped with forty-odd people crammed in. Xiaoli formally introduced herself to everyone as
her long-lost "father," and her classmates and some mothers looked surprised, secretly saying they never expected her to have such a handsome
father. Only Qiuhua knew the truth: Xiaoli and I weren't really related. Although she didn't know much, as long as she didn't say anything,
no one suspected anything.
The joyous banquet, planned by Xiaoli and me, ensured everyone had a great time. The various exquisite dishes made even some of her
classmates from less affluent families eat with wide eyes. The karaoke equipment at the guesthouse, comparable to a karaoke bar, drove everyone
wild . Some classmates were surprised by Qiuhua's passionate singing, saying it was completely different from her teaching persona. But
Xiaoli was the busiest. I watched her constantly weaving through the crowd, serving classmates, a smug expression on her face. I knew she had finally vented
her years of resentment at being looked down upon.
I waited until the afternoon when there were fewer people around before secretly taking Qiuhua into my room for a talk. I looked at her tenderly and said, "Although I have to leave
, the time I spent with you has been the happiest time of my life."
Qiuhua couldn't help but shed tears and said, "This time has also been the happiest time of my life, and I will never forget it!"
I took out a diamond ring and slipped it onto her left ring finger, saying, "Although I can't marry you, this ring
represents my unchanging love for you! It also represents my blessings for your future marriage!" I felt a little amused because
I had said the same thing to Yanyao a few days ago and given her the same ring. Those two rings cost me 160,000 yuan, and that was with a 20% discount
, because the jeweler said he'd give me a discount if I bought two identical ones.
Qiu Hua shook her head and said, "These rings are too expensive, I can't accept them. I've already received quite a few gifts from you, I can't let you
spend any more money."
I pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't accept them, it means you don't want to acknowledge my love for you." At that moment, I was thinking
, this woman is really picky, unlike Yan Yao who accepted them without hesitation and even asked me to give her another one.
Qiu Hua gave me a deep kiss with tears in her eyes. At that moment, the door suddenly opened, and Xiao Li was standing in the doorway. I cursed inwardly,
she had to witness this. The three of us stood frozen like plaster statues, speechless.
Fortunately, Xiaoli reacted quickly, immediately putting on an innocent and carefree expression and saying, "Oh! Teacher, why are you hiding here kissing my dad
? Everyone's asking you to sing, come on!" She grabbed Qiuhua's hand and half-pushed her out of the room, defusing the
awkward .
I breathed a sigh of relief; I don't know how many cells in my body were terrified. The three of us acted as if nothing had happened and continued to party.
The joyful atmosphere ended near dusk. Xiaoli's classmates said goodbye to her one by one, promising to exchange letters. The waitress was also very responsible
, cleaning up the messy place before leaving. Only Qiuhua was the last to leave. I lied to Xiaoli, saying the hospital had just called with an emergency and I needed to
rush back, and also take her teacher home. Xiaoli glanced at me but didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on Qiuhua.
In the elevator, Qiuhua asked me, "Did you do anything to Xiaoli?"
I was startled and quickly lied to Qiuhua, saying, "I... I didn't do anything to her. Even if she's beautiful and cute, she's still a child
! How could I dare do anything to her! I just adopted her out of pity and kindness!" I said guiltily.
Qiu Hua breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's good that nothing happened. I can tell Xiao Li really likes you. The way she looked at me was so serious! It's
a woman's gaze."
I laughed and said she was overthinking it. Qiu Hua shook her head and said, "You men wouldn't understand. It's an intuition only women can sense
."
Qiu Hua and I enjoyed this last moment of intimacy in the suite the boss had first lent us. It was
the place where we first had sex, so it was the perfect ending. We seized this last chance, entwining ourselves in each other's arms. Qiu Hua was even
more passionate than usual. We kept changing positions, trying our best to enjoy the pleasure we could. Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms
until dawn.
The next morning, after dropping Qiuhua off at home, I went straight to work at the hospital. There were still some minor matters and medical records to handle
, which couldn't be finished in just a day or two. However, in order to return before summer vacation, I put in my best effort to complete the handover
. During my time working here, the boss not only paid me generously, but also gave me a special meeting the day before yesterday, handing me a check for six
million as an extra reward. As the saying goes, "He who takes money must do his bidding," and since the boss valued me so much, I naturally had no choice but to use
my expertise to take care of things at the hospital to repay him.
After I broke off my relationship with Yanyao, knowing she had no hope of marrying me, her harassment of me wasn't as intense as before.
Although had a farewell lovemaking session a few days ago, it doesn't mean we're completely over our friends-with-benefits relationship.
During my lunch break today, I took the opportunity to have sex with her again in an empty hospital room. She was in a great mood after receiving a diamond ring from me last time, and she was
very attentive during sex.
I've been busy all day but haven't seen Xiaoli visit her grandmother at the hospital, which worries me a bit. I wonder what that little girl is up to? But I know
she's smart enough not to bother me too much. In the evening, Zhangming treated a few colleagues and me to drinks at a restaurant as a farewell. I
was slightly tipsy but not drunk, and my mind was still clear enough to drive home. Zhangming originally wanted to have a few girls keep me company overnight, but I thought about how
I hadn't gone home all night and was worried that Xiaoli would be lonely, so I declined his offer.
When I returned to the guesthouse, reeking of alcohol, it was already past 1 a.m. I quietly went to Xiaoli's room and saw her wearing a
red nightgown with a Hello Kitty pattern, fast asleep. Her angelic sleeping face made me want to
kiss her on the lips, but I was afraid of waking her, so I quietly left the room. Just as I reached the door, a cold voice came from behind me: "Where did you go last
night ?"
I turned around and saw that Xiaoli had woken up sometime earlier and was sitting angrily on the bed, looking at me. Like a
man caught cheating by his wife, I stammered, "I...I didn't go anywhere. I was on duty at the hospital all night."
Xiaoli said angrily, "You're lying to me! I called the hospital last night, and they said you didn't go home at all!" I swallowed
hard, thinking that this little girl was really clever; she actually called the hospital to check up on me.
Xiaoli then asked me, "Were you with that woman last night?"
I quickly tried to deny it, saying, "I... how could I be with your teacher? I was really on duty at the hospital yesterday! Oh... right! The person who answered the phone
must have been too lazy to look for me, so they lied to you and said I wasn't there!" I thought to myself that now that things had come to this, I had no choice but to deny it completely.
After hearing my explanation, Xiaoli became even angrier and said, "You still want to lie to me! Did I say which woman? I didn't say you
were with my teacher, you big liar! Didn't you say you only like me and only love me?!" Hearing her say that, I knew I was in trouble.
My words had practically confessed, and I cursed myself for being an idiot.
Xiaoli was so angry that tears streamed down her
face. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and started yelling. The more she yelled, the angrier she became. Then, as if still not satisfied, she threw all the dolls and plush toys
from her bedside table at me. I felt both annoyed and amused. When she was angry, she acted like a child, but when she got angry, she was like a little woman. I endured her toy attack while slowly approaching her, finally pulling her into a tight embrace. She
cried and screamed in my arms, and I kept kissing and comforting her. I told her that I truly only loved her, and that all the other women were just casual flings
. I kept apologizing and begging her to believe and forgive me. After a while, the little one seemed to calm down a bit and was less agitated. I poured out
all the sweet words I'd ever used to please women and apologize to her in my entire life into her little ear.
My sweet talk seemed to work; Xiaoli's crying gradually stopped, and she laughed through her tears, scolding me for only
bullying her because she was a child. I laughed and asked her what she wanted in return for forgiveness. Xiaoli tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly
laughed as if she'd come up with a great idea. She ordered me to lie still on the bed and not move, or she wouldn't forgive me. I immediately obeyed and
lay still on the bed. I didn't know what this little rascal was up to, but right now, as long as it made her happy and forgave me
, I'd do anything, even jump off a building or swallow a ring of fire. After I lay down, Xiaoli began to slowly
undress just like I usually undressed her. I found it amusing; was she planning to discipline me instead? I remained silent
, watching to see what she was up to.
After undressing me completely, Xiaoli began to take off her pajamas, slowly and provocatively, as if deliberately seducing
me . Then she untied her hair, letting her beautiful long locks cascade down her back, making her look both innocent and alluring.
My erection was already rock hard. If she hadn't warned me not to move, I would have rushed over and hugged her. Xiaoli then asked me if she was
pretty. I nodded quickly and said she was pretty! She then asked who was prettier, her or Qiuhua? I smiled wryly and said, "Of course you're prettier." She smiled and began to
stroke my erection with her small hands.
Her small hands were warm and soft, making my erection feel waves of excitement. As she rubbed, Xiaoli asked me again, "Does it feel good? Who makes me feel better, Qiuhua
or you?" I naturally answered, "Of course you make me feel better." As soon as I said it, I felt something was wrong.
Wasn't this admitting that Qiuhua and I had a relationship? Fortunately, Xiaoli didn't seem to care about the meaning of those words. After rubbing for a while, she suddenly straddled me with her
back to me, then leaned down and began to suck on my penis with her warm little mouth. I asked her in surprise
where since I hadn't taught her that position yet. Xiaoli blushed and said she learned it from the videotapes I kept in the room. Only then
did I remember that I did indeed have quite a few pornographic videos next to the TV in my room. I
was really touched by Xiaoli's efforts to learn and satisfy me, so to repay her, I started to gently lick her vulva.
After my fingers into the opening behind her vulva. Xiaoli screamed and angrily said that I shouldn't touch her butt. After being scolded by her, I didn't dare
to continue and could only concentrate on serving her vulva. While sucking, Xiaoli told me to let her know when I was about to ejaculate, and I nodded in
agreement. Then Xiaoli began to use all her skills, employing every technique she had learned before. Immediately, waves of pleasure
surged . She kept licking and asking if I was about to come, and I told her not yet. After a while, when I gradually felt the urge to ejaculate, I quickly
told her.
Suddenly, Xiaoli clapped her hands, wiped her mouth, and made a finishing gesture. I stared wide-eyed and asked her why she wasn't continuing. She laughed and said it was over
. Over! I exclaimed in surprise, both laughing and crying. She laughed and said that this was her punishment for me. Only then did I realize what this little devil was up to
—she wanted me to suffocate! What a terrible revenge! I could almost see her round, white bottom, and that long, black
tail behind it. I smiled wryly and begged her to continue, saying I'd do anything, just not this way. She ignored me, laughed, and
made a face at me, then started to put on her underwear.
I couldn't hold back any longer, so I grabbed her, pounced on her on the bed, and spread her legs to thrust inside. Xiaoli was startled and
screamed, thinking I was about to go all the way. But I didn't. At the last moment, I avoided it, using her legs to clamp my
genitals and began to rub. Perhaps her anger had subsided after tormenting me, for Xiaoli didn't resist much. After my genitals rubbed against her smooth inner thighs and
wet opening for a while, thick, white fluid gushed out, splashing onto her petite body, some even reaching over her chest and onto her
pretty face. Exhausted from the earlier piston-like movements and spurted by the alcohol, I collapsed beside her and fell into a deep sleep. Xiaoli dabbed
some of the thick fluid on her chest with her finger and put it in her mouth, a triumphant smile on her face, saying, "So thick!"

VIII. The Fruit Ripens
About a week after Xiaoli's summer vacation ended, my handover was finally complete. Although I hadn't been here for very long, it had been
about five or six months. With Xiaoli now living with me, there was quite a bit of luggage to pack. Since
I had transferred Xiaoli's grandmother to the hospital in northern Taiwan three days prior, I could focus on packing. I hired a moving company
to transport the larger and more numerous pieces of luggage back to the north first, and then easily drove north with Xiaoli.
This was Xiaoli's first time leaving her hometown; although she was a little sad, she was also quite excited. She had often heard stories about the bustling
streets of the north since she was little, and her little mind would often imagine what it was like. She kept asking me all sorts of questions about the north, and I thought for a long time but
couldn't think of anything good to tell her. Not wanting to spoil her fun, I reluctantly mentioned that the north had many skyscrapers, lots of people, was very
lively, and had many trendy places, etc. Driving north from the city center isn't actually that far; we arrived in about
two hours after having lunch at a rest area in the afternoon.
Even before entering the city, the congested traffic and chaotic conditions terrified the little one. Seeing taxis
weaving through traffic , motorcycles darting about, and gravel trucks seemingly oblivious to everything on the streets, she couldn't help but exclaim, "How
can people here drive so recklessly!" Especially the polluted air in the city, so many times dirtier than the fresh air in the rural areas of central and southern Taiwan;
the gray sky seemed to be covered by a curtain. Adding to the chaos, it was a long weekend, making the traffic jams even more difficult. I entered the city around 4
PM and didn't get home until after 7 PM. Xiaoli, already impatient, had fallen asleep.
I shook her awake and told her we were home. She groggily woke up to a towering building,
even . It was a high-end residential building facing the riverbank, just across a bridge from the city center. The location was considered
part of a satellite city adjacent to the capital, though not part of the capital itself, it was still included in the greater northern metropolitan area. I led Xiaoli
to our apartment on the 27th floor, and she was startled as soon as she entered. The two-story duplex, nearly 80 square meters, is even
larger than the owner's guesthouse. A huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room offers an unobstructed view, overlooking the beautiful riverbank and the city at night. Xiaoli couldn't help but
exclaim how wonderful the view was.
This house was sold to me by a developer who was also a patient; it was practically a gift, costing me over ten million. At the time, I didn't want to buy such a large
house because I hated the loneliness of coming home alone to such an empty space. But I couldn't resist his persuasion and
bought it anyway, as the 50% discount was quite a bargain. I originally planned to sell it after a while, but I got busy and forgot about
it , and ended up living here for several years. Fortunately, now the house has a young lady of the house, which should greatly enhance its charm.
I showed Xiaoli her new home. The five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and three living rooms, designed by the builder, made it quite comfortable and
spacious . The only drawback was the simple furniture arrangement; I didn't have much attachment to the house and
didn't want to put in too much effort. I told Xiaoli she could decorate the whole house as she pleased, and I could even hire a decorating
company . Xiaoli was very excited to choose her own room, and I pretended to be disappointed, saying I thought she was going
to sleep with me. She blushed and called me an idiot, saying that if people found out we shared a room, it would be terrible.
I gave a wry smile and laughed it off. In the end, she chose a room directly opposite my door. Since that room didn't have a bed yet, she would still have to behave herself that night.
She slept with me obediently, but of course, to get revenge on her for not choosing my room, I teased her until late at night before letting her go.

The next day, Xiaoli couldn't wait and asked me to take her to buy furniture to decorate the room. I took her to some large furniture factories in the suburbs to pick out
furniture . She had a very good eye; the things she picked not only matched the colors of the house well, but also looked very exquisite. When the shop owners realized
that this little girl was the one with the decision-making power, everyone fawned over her. Then I took her to a department store to buy a bed
, curtains, sheets, and other household items she needed. I let her decorate the house freely. Every day when I
came home , I could see that this once deserted home was gradually changing, becoming full of the atmosphere of a family.
Xiaoli decorated her room very cutely. Although her maturity level was comparable to an adult, she was still a child at heart.
Her room was filled with decorations featuring cute animals. These were things she had never dared to dream of before. Sometimes she would sigh
and say that if she had seen this room before, she would have been so envious she couldn't sleep. I originally had a cleaning
company every week, but Xiaoli's love of cleanliness made her think that cleaning only once a week was simply
unbelievable. Moreover, she always felt that the cleaning company didn't clean very well, and she didn't like anyone touching her things without permission,
so I soon dismissed them.
From then on, Xiaoli took care of everything in the family, big and small. This was good; no one else would interfere with our
little world, just the two of us. Perhaps because of the habits she developed from caring for her grandmother for so many years, Xiaoli seemed to believe that if she didn't validate her existence by
caring for others, she would feel unwanted. Since her grandmother received better care,
she no longer had to stay in the hospital room all day or worry about money; she only needed to visit regularly. This drastic
change seemed to bring her a great sense of loss. She suddenly felt lost and didn't know where to go. To vent this sense of disillusionment, she seemed
to take it out on me.
Xiaoli took excellent care of me. She was like a virtuous wife, keeping the house spotless every day, washing clothes
meticulously , and preparing fragrant, hot meals morning and night—things I, lacking family life experience, could never have imagined. When I opened
the closet, there were always clothes to change into, so I didn't have to rush out shopping. After work, a delicious
dinner , instead of me sitting in the car wondering what to do that night. I often felt a pang of regret; I had initially wanted to take care of her, but it had turned into her
taking care of me.
Although Xiaoli had adapted well to this place as her new home, she still maintained a little fortress of her own.
One evening, I got home quite late. Since her room light was still on, I went in to check on her. She was changing clothes
, and as I watched, I started to get inappropriate. She suddenly flew into a rage and angrily kicked me out. I was completely baffled at the time, but
when I did things to her in other places, she didn't resist. Later, I realized that her room was
a sacred place for her; she wanted to maintain her own quiet space. So, we formed an unspoken agreement: as long as I was in her room, I wouldn't
do anything to her. Therefore, sometimes if I came home late and Xiaoli was sleeping in my room, I dared to touch her.
Fortunately, Xiaoli didn't sleep in her room every night, only occasionally. Although I would hug her, it wasn't every day
, because I didn't have the stamina. I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by someone while I fell asleep. Xiaoli seemed to think so too
, because sometimes when she couldn't sleep in her own room, she would climb back into my bed in the middle of the night and fall asleep leaning on my arm.
As time passed, Xiaoli's summer vacation was more than halfway over, but I kept hesitating whether to cross that
final line with her. After thinking for a long time, the demon in my heart finally won over my reason. That day, I took her to the countryside for a whole day
. When we got home, Xiaoli happily took a shower with me. I carried her naked to the bed and caressed her, and she responded appropriately. Then, after
wetting her lower body, I said to her with a serious expression, "Today I want to go all the way." Xiaoli was terrified. Although we
had had other sexual encounters in the past, I had never violated her virginity. Xiaoli knew this day would come sooner or later, but she
didn't expect it to happen so soon. She begged me, saying she didn't regret having me as her first love, but hoped I could wait a few more years
, until she was more mature and grown up, before we did this. I shook my head and cruelly refused her request, then
rubbed my erect penis against her entrance for a while—this was my habit and also a prelude to my entry.
Xiaoli frantically tried to push me away with her slender arms, but like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, she couldn't withstand my immense
strength . Her passage, befitting a young girl's body, was incredibly cramped and difficult to penetrate. I'd been with virgins before, but never had
I found it so difficult to go deep. After a few moments of effort, I thrust my lower abdomen forward, and Xiaoli screamed, startling me! Luckily, the building was soundproofed
; otherwise, the whole building would have been awakened. Although I often used my fingers for penetration in the past, the actual size was incomparable
to that of . Xiaoli felt a hard, erect object pierce her lower body; her lower muscles felt as if they were being torn apart, and she couldn't help but
cry out in pain. I paused for a moment to let her get used to the thickness of my body before slowly thrusting in and out.
Xiaoli cried hysterically, pushing and hitting me with both hands, her ten little fingers scratching several bloody marks on my back. Finally
, as if to vent her anger, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on my shoulder with her neat, white teeth. I was both amused and exasperated;
her pain was real, and so was mine. Xiaoli's passage was narrower than I had imagined. Perhaps because her body was too tense, I could only penetrate
a third way, and even a slight thrust would cause me to fall out. I dared not go too fast or too hard, resulting in my desire being intermittent
and difficult to release. In the past, when I was with a virgin, it would only take me twenty-odd minutes at most, but today it took almost forty minutes, which only made
things more agonizing for Xiaoli.
She went from crying and screaming incessantly at the beginning to collapsing onto the bed, completely exhausted and at my mercy
, only able to groan in pain. I couldn't bear to hurt her any further, so I cruelly increased the speed of my thrusts, and Xiaoli's cries became even more intense. Finally, my lower body
trembled, and a surge of desire erupted. Xiaoli felt a warm liquid flowing into her abdomen, and she finally couldn't help but cry again
. Red and white liquid mingled on the sheets, continuously flowing from Xiaoli's lower abdomen, her body panting in sync with her movements.
Her breath came in gasps, each time releasing a large amount of thick fluid, soaking a large patch of her pillow with her tears. I
wiped her clean with tissues and kept comforting her.
To save time and make Xiaoli suffer quickly, I rested for a while before starting my second penetration. After her initial fierce resistance
, she no longer had the strength to resist, her face filled with fear and tears streaming down her cheeks. This time, her body was much more relaxed, and
my tip was able to advance halfway. To distract Xiaoli from her pain, I continued thrusting, but added
other aids. I kissed her small nipples, stroked her slightly rounded breasts, and sometimes even put my fingers in her
mouth for her to suckle. These actions seemed to work; her reaction to the pain lessened. After a while
, I felt my desire surge again and released inside Xiaoli. This time it went more smoothly and was shorter, but it still took
me almost thirty minutes.
I got out of bed to rest for a while, drank some water, and poured Xiaoli a glass of juice to replenish the fluids she had lost from crying. After resting for about
ten minutes, I began my third penetration. Xiaoli cried and begged me to let her go today. I told her with a pained expression that
I couldn't bear to do it either, but it's better to strike while the iron is hot than to suffer a long, drawn-out pain. I assured her that
this was the last time tonight, and then continued to penetrate her.
But perhaps because I had already ejaculated twice, I couldn't finish no matter how hard I tried. Xiaoli blushed and gritted her teeth,
repeatedly asking if I was done. Although I was still hard, I just couldn't ejaculate. In the end, I had no choice but to let Xiaoli give me oral sex.
She did it very diligently; I rarely saw her so serious. Perhaps she wanted to release my desire quickly so that I could reduce
the damage I inflicted on her petite body. Xiaoli's mouth was not only beautiful, but she was also very skilled. I immediately felt a surge of pleasure,
so I quickly pulled out of her mouth and seized the moment to penetrate her.
After a whole night of passion, we were both exhausted. I held Xiaoli against my chest and fell into a deep sleep until dawn. The next
morning, Xiaoli woke me up, saying she wanted to go to the toilet but her lower body was too painful to walk, and asked me to carry her to the toilet. I quickly picked her up and carried her
to the toilet. Since we were also covered in grime the night before, I simply took a shower with her. I carefully washed her body
clean. Her lower body was red and swollen, looking quite serious, which made me feel quite sorry for her. Xiaoli angrily berated me in the bathroom, calling me
a pervert, a pedophile, a beast, and utterly heartless, saying I wouldn't even spare a child like her. I kept apologizing with a smile and spent the whole
day taking care of her in bed, applying some ointment to reduce swelling, hoping she would recover faster.
Xiaoli seemed to want revenge, bossing me around all day without any manners. If she told me to go east, I wouldn't dare go west; if she wanted juice, I
wouldn't dare get her soda. I stayed by her bedside, trying to cheer her up, telling her stories, constantly trying to appease this difficult little darling, until the next day when she
could barely get out of bed and walk.
A few days later, after she had recovered somewhat, I resumed my sexual training with Xiaoli. Knowing she couldn't escape
my clutches, her resistance wasn't as fierce as before. After a few times, she gained some experience and knew that the more relaxed she was, the less
pain would feel. I kept a close eye on the timing, hoping that Xiaoli would get used to my penetration before school started. Sometimes I would have
sex three times a day, morning, noon, and night. Xiaoli couldn't help but laugh and call me a male dog that was always in heat. Several weeks passed like this, and Xiaoli
finally got used to the thickness of my penis. However, she was still young and her body was still small, so she would sometimes feel pain from the squeezing sensation during penetration
.
On a Saturday before the end of summer vacation, Xiaoli looked very nervous and waited outside my hospital room because it
was the day her grandmother was having a kidney transplant. She begged me to make sure the surgery was successful. Looking at her delicate and lovely face filled with worry, I
told her firmly, "Don't worry, leave it to me." Actually, her grandmother's surgery wasn't particularly difficult for me, but her
grandmother was the most important shackle I used to control Xiaoli. It would be terrible if she died. So I performed the surgery
very carefully, and spent the remaining time checking her to see if anything was overlooked. Although the surgery was easy, I deliberately
pretended to be very tired and dedicated in front of Xiaoli. She looked at me with gratitude that seemed about to cry. That evening, Xiaoli cooked a very lavish meal
to reward me. In bed, she climbed all over me, busily satisfying me, as if repaying me for saving her grandmother's life.
After our passion subsided, I hugged Xiaoli and told her that although her grandmother's illness was temporarily resolved, she would need proper
care . The city's air and noise weren't suitable for the elderly, so for her grandmother's sake, I would arrange for her
to stay in a high-end nursing home in the suburbs. That nursing home not only had excellent facilities and beautiful, fresh air, but also professional medical staff
. Plus, I had invested in it, so she would definitely receive the best treatment. Actually, what I was really thinking was, how could I
let that old woman disturb Xiaoli and me's happy life!
Although the old woman was no longer seriously ill, her dementia was worsening. She no longer recognized Xiaoli
, only seeing her as a kind little girl who often visited her. Xiaoli knew that after he went to school, she wouldn't be able to take care of her grandmother all day
, and she also vaguely didn't want her grandmother to see her in her prostitution. But thinking of their years of affection, she still couldn't bear
to part and shed tears. I comforted her, saying it wasn't a matter of life and death, and she could still visit whenever she had time; it would just be
a little longer. Hearing this, Xiaoli managed to stop crying.

9.
The summer vacation that Xiaoli enjoyed so quickly finally came to an end, and she was about to face the start of the new school year. I chose a private, high-end elementary school for her. That
school was known for its high tuition fees, and the students there were all children of wealthy families. Importantly, it was very safe, and the uniforms were adorable. She
was enrolled in the gifted class, which she had previously missed out on. Although getting in wouldn't have been a problem for her given her qualifications
, I donated a million dollars to the school as a sponsorship for the gifted class so that the teachers would pay more attention to her.
Xiaoli was already very intelligent, and coupled with her cute appearance and worldly wisdom, she quickly won over the hearts of her teachers and classmates. Since
no one here knows her past, everyone identifies her as—the gifted daughter of a brilliant surgeon, followed
by exceptionally beautiful and cute, elegant, and intelligent… and so on. She is very active at school, participating in all sorts of competitions.
Teachers would always assign her to participate, and winning was commonplace for her. School exams and tests were a piece of cake for her; she never relinquished
the top spot after she entered the school.
I didn't want to bury Xiaoli's talent, so I fully supported her in whatever she wanted to learn. When she wanted to learn the violin, I bought her a violin; when she
wanted to learn the piano, I spent over 600,000 yuan to buy a large piano for the living room; when she wanted to learn languages, I almost bought a foreigner
to talk to her all day. Xiaoli learned with great interest and dedication, quickly grasping the key points. Every teacher who taught her praised her, saying she was
a rare little genius, and if she continued learning, her future would be limitless. However, Xiaoli often
loses interest after studying for a while and mastering the techniques. When I ask her why, she always says she's lost interest, forcing me to come up with excuses to avoid the teachers' persistent requests. Actually, I
know Xiaoli just wants to vent about the desires she couldn't have when she was poor. Now that those desires are fulfilled, there's nothing to regret. I don't
forbid her from doing this; as long as she's happy, that's enough. I believe she'll find her own path sooner or later. When
I have free time, I take Xiaoli out for walks or to visit her grandmother at a nursing home. When she sees that the facilities at the nursing home are quite complete,
she much more at ease and focuses more attention on me. Sometimes she was as gentle and considerate as a virtuous wife, sometimes as mischievous and
adorable daughter, and sometimes as deeply devoted as a passionate lover. We both
felt a family happiness in each other that we had never experienced before. Perhaps we had similar upbringing, so sometimes we could communicate without words, even understanding each other with just a
glance or a gesture. Age didn't pose a significant problem between us, because Xiaoli's inner world was so rich and
mature, far beyond her years. We connected with our hearts.
I must admit, men are truly shameless and scoundrels; even with the most delicious food at home, they still couldn't resist the urge to cheat.
Even had Xiaoli, my affairs with hospital nurses and other women never stopped. Xiaoli seemed to know
everything, but she just turned a blind eye. Sometimes, when she was doing laundry, she would accidentally find hotel matchboxes or lipstick
stains on office worker shirts. At those times, she would mischievously show me this evidence, then smile with her little hand under her chin, watching me
stammer explained where it came from. I always told her that although I had dates with those women, it was all just casual flings and we rarely slept together.
Because, to be honest, ever since I held Xiaoli and experienced her small, cramped passage, it's been difficult for most women's genitals to
give pleasure. When I'm with them, it often takes me much longer to release. If I'm with someone older or less fit,
the feeling of reaching the edge is like throwing a toothpick into a volcano. The women, however, don't know the reason. They only know I'm
incredibly skilled and can bring them to orgasm multiple times each time, and every time they look at me, their eyes are filled with desire. After the news got out, some of my doctor colleagues
even secretly asked if I had any secret formula and if I could teach them. I just found their questions amusing.
Every time I told Xiaoli this, she would blush and laugh, calling me a pervert, a pedophile, and a fan of fried eggs, but she
couldn't hide her blissful expression. I know she was actually being incredibly forgiving and tolerant of me. I was also amazed by
her magnanimity and confidence at such a young age, and I tried my best to repay her. Except when I was on duty at the hospital, no matter
how late I was out, I would never stay out overnight and would always go home to sleep. I also gradually reduced the number of times I slept with women, and if I
had engage in casual sex, even if the other person was perfectly clean, I would always use a condom. Sometimes I admire Xiaoli quite a bit;
although she's young, her method of playing hard to get is really effective. The more nonchalant she acted and the less she blamed me, the stronger my conscience became.
So, she found fewer and fewer lipstick stains on her shirts and hotel matchboxes when she did the laundry.
Although Xiaoli was intelligent and worldly-wise, she also had her own troubles. The prestigious elementary school she attended had excellent facilities,
but because most of the students were spoiled children of the wealthy and powerful, each one arrogant and conceited, getting along with them was quite a headache. Her mind had to
cope with these immature children, which wasn't difficult enough; what was more troublesome were those who deliberately caused her trouble. It
seemed that such people existed everywhere in the world, always jealous of others who stole her limelight. Xiaoli's gifted class already had one or
two outstanding girls. Their fathers were either big bosses or general managers, and they were pampered like princesses at home
and were also very popular students with the teachers.
However, Xiaoli's arrival completely overshadowed them. Not only was Xiaoli prettier and cuter than them, but she was
also smarter and knew how to please the teachers. The top spot in the monthly exams was no longer theirs,
and they were excluded from external competitions, even though they wouldn't win anyway. But they all seemed to think that Xiaoli had stolen the
glory that should have been theirs, so they would constantly cause her trouble or make sarcastic remarks.
Xiaoli had encountered this kind of thing many times before, so it was nothing new to her. She tried her best to avoid arguing with them, not wanting to ruin
her elegant image in other people's eyes. However, the two girls seemed to think that Xiaoli was afraid of them, and they became even more presumptuous and reckless
. One day, Xiaoli was in a bad mood and finally couldn't help but argue with them. Sure enough, after only a few words, she berated the two girls
mercilessly , and they burst into tears. At that time, the whole class was stunned. They never expected that Xiaoli, nicknamed the genius beauty or the elegant little princess, could be
so fierce when she lost her temper. The two girls not only dared not cause her any more trouble from then on, but also treated her like a big sister and followed her lead. As a result, she
gained another nickname: "Mother Tyrannosaurus." Xiaoli regretted the nickname a little; when she told me about it, her face was full of remorse
. She said she wished she had just endured it, otherwise she wouldn't have been called such an awful nickname. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
A few months later, with Christmas approaching, I came home early that day, intending to ask Xiaoli how she planned
to celebrate . I had already turned down several invitations from other girls for her sake. Xiaoli said that her school was holding a Christmas party the day before Christmas, and her teacher
had asked her to join the choir so she could sing on stage. I know Xiaoli has a very clear and beautiful voice. To put it bluntly, sometimes just listening to her
moaning and panting in bed makes me feel incredibly aroused. I just never expected that someone would actually ask her to sing. She was also very happy to show off
their choir uniform: a black cotton long-sleeved fleece top with white lace trim on the cuffs and collar, a
red, blue, black, and green checkered skirt, and a pair of snow-white stockings. She looked like a choir member in a church.
She was as pure as a maiden.
What made my mouth water the most were her white stockings, which looked perfectly natural on Xiaoli's shapely, long legs.
The immature, youthful innocence they exuded gave me an urge to tear them off. Although I often saw the stockings on the nurses'
legs , I had never felt this excited before. I suddenly wanted to rush over and hug her tightly. Before I could even react, Xiaoli
continued saying she had already practiced the song and wanted me to listen to it first. She cleared her throat and began to sing:
"The little grass asks the breeze, 'Where are you going?' The breeze says it's going to a distant land to visit and hear the news of spring.
When it returns, it will bring me yellow rapeseed flowers as a message of spring.
The little grass asks the river, 'Where are you going?' The river says it's going to the distant sea to welcome the arrival of summer.
" When the white clouds meet, they bring me a clear blue sky as a midsummer gift.
The grass asks the fallen leaves where they are going. The fallen leaves say they are going to drift to the fiery red hills to adorn the loneliness of autumn.
When they fall all over the mountains and fields, they will dress me in a withered yellow as a new coat to welcome winter.
Finally, the white snow falls on me. I didn't ask where it was going because
we made a promise to each other just last winter.
After Xiaoli finished singing, she excitedly asked me how she sang. I was stunned for a long time, still immersed in her high-
pitched
and clear voice. I seemed to see a pair of pure white wings growing from the back of my lovely little angel. Xiaoli waved her hand in front of me, calling me back from my dream. I praised her singing, saying it was really good, and pretended to wipe away tears with my fingers to express the infinite emotion in my heart. Xiaoli stood in front of me with a smile,
pulling my hand away and exposing my feigned affection. I stretched out my arms and hugged her tenderly.
She was quiet in my arms for a moment, then suddenly screamed, "What are you doing with your hands!" It turned out that my hands had involuntarily
slipped under Xiaoli's skirt, caressing her little bottom, and starting to pull down her white stockings.
Xiaoli struggled in my arms, nervously saying, "Oh! Don't pull so hard, you'll tear it like last time!"
There was a reason she scolded me like that. A while ago, when she was learning ballet, she had happily shown off her
ballet . That time, I had acted impulsively and couldn't help but take advantage of her, but that ballet costume was just too difficult to take off. I accidentally
tore it too hard, which meant she had to buy a new one, and of course, she scolded me half to death afterwards. Before she could finish speaking, there was a
tearing sound. I deliberately "accidentally" pulled up the hem of her stockings again, gently tearing a piece.
Xiaoli said angrily, "Look! You tore it again! I told you not to be so rough!" I apologized with a smile,
but busy unbuttoning her black military uniform. Probably afraid that the clothes would be damaged again, Xiaoli didn't resist much. After unbuttoning her shirt, I
pulled up her sleeveless blouse and gazed at her fair, slightly rounded breasts. I began kissing her two small
hump-like nipples, my tongue teasing them, and I gently bit them with my teeth, revealing tiny pink protrusions. Xiaoli
groaned softly, "Mmm!" and gently wrapped her arms around my head, panting.
I lifted Xiaoli's left leg and pulled off one of her white stockings and panties, leaving the other side
still Then I slipped my fingers inside her crotch and began to caress them. Xiaoli's waist kept shrinking back, trying to escape. I lifted her small mouth and slipped
my tongue inside, entwining it with hers. After countless kissing experiences, her technique was quite good; she no longer
choked on her breath as easily as before. Xiaoli looked at me with half-closed eyes, her gaze watery, her cute face flushed red. Although we had
been intimate countless times, she still showed this shy expression during our lovemaking. I didn't
know if she hadn't abandoned her pride, or if she felt that at her age she shouldn't show pleasure in this kind of sexual activity,
but her half-shy, half-restrained demeanor often only aroused my interest further. It felt as if I were toying with a well-mannered young
lady , or a proud and arrogant heiress. The pleasure of teasing and manipulating their dignity and desires often captivated me
.
I looked directly at Xiaoli, exchanging my breath with the air exhaled through her small nose, while my tongue repeatedly probed into her mouth
, forcing her to exhale her last breaths. My right hand kneaded her smooth breasts, and with a slight press, I could feel
the strong pulse of life hidden within her small breasts. Those pulses, a mixture of heartbeat and soft, elastic rhythm, reached my rough palm,
resonating with my heart, which pounded wildly with excitement. Of course, my other hand was still caressing Xiaoli's delicate, white lower edge. This three-
stage caressing attack was a special trick I had prepared specifically to please her. Usually, with those women I met outside, I
could easily excite them with my superb tongue skills or skillful caresses, but to allow Xiaoli to reach an even more extreme pleasure, I specially reserved my trump
card for her.
An attack that even adult women find unbearable, I suddenly unleashed a three-stage assault, and Xiaoli's lower edge soon became wet.
I then unzipped my pants, letting my swollen, erect member come out for some fresh air. I wanted Xiaoli to lick it there, but she disgustedly said I
had just returned and my body was too dirty from not having showered. Knowing I was making a fool of myself, I had no choice but to let her use her little hands to stimulate my genitals first. Seeing my dejected
look blushed and comforted me, saying she would help me with "that" later when we showered. Her thoughtfulness warmed my heart.
After letting her stimulate me for a while, I lifted her up and made her sit on me face-to-face.
She was startled, quickly pushing herself up with her small knees. Because of this position and her weight, if I were to sit down abruptly
, it would be very deep—something she had never experienced before. I didn't let her escape; I gently pressed down on her slender waist, and she
couldn't bear the weight and fell down. Xiaoli groaned, "Ah!" as her body straightened and lengthened, as if trying to prolong the penetration.
My erect penis first wedged into Xiaoli's smooth, narrow opening, then, due to the natural drop of my weight, began to penetrate her tender, narrow
passage. I felt it gradually going deeper, even passing through the previously narrow neck, finally stopping at the inner wall of her small uterus. By
this point, I had penetrated two-thirds of the way.
Xiaoli blushed, her eyes widened, and she kept shouting, "I'm going to break! I'm going to break!" Her two small hands
trembled on my shoulders, afraid to move. I paused for a moment, letting her get used to it, then I held her slender waist and began to slide.
Because Xiaoli is very light, my hands didn't feel any strain; it was as easy as holding a slightly heavy doll.
I would first lift Xiaoli high up, making it feel like my penis was about to fall out of a hole, and then suddenly release her to let her fall naturally. This
roller coaster-like experience seemed to give Xiaoli a great shock. My penis also felt an unprecedented sense of envelopment and friction.
Every time I reached the inner edge of her uterus, she would moan and cry out excitedly. I found it amusing because I had never seen her so excited before
. She even begged me to be gentler and slower, saying that if it continued to be so intense, she would die.
I mischievously disobeyed her instructions. Like a bubble tea maker, I began to shake faster and faster, and Xiaoli's moans and
cries intensified. Her heavy breathing didn't slow my movements; instead, it fueled my desire to conquer. If
Xiaoli's singing earlier was the voice of an angel, capable of guiding lost souls to heaven, then her current moans and gasps
were the voice of a demon, capable of tempting any pure soul to willingly fall into hell. I was already a demon, so
her panting songs became the perfect harmony with my swaying melody. Like a rock singer from hell, I was completely intoxicated by this captivating yet wicked
music.
After a moment of excitement, before I could even feel my desire rising, Xiaoli kept crying out, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
Suddenly, her whole body arched backward, trembling and constricting uncontrollably, burning hot. I was startled! Thinking that my movements had been too vigorous and
caused the little one to cramp, I quickly stopped and checked her condition. Xiaoli's pulse was strong, which was normal for a strong heartbeat
. Although her pupils were dilated, she didn't look like she had stopped breathing. I patted her cute little face. She was half-dazed
and confused, muttering something unintelligible. After a moment of hesitation, I realized she had actually orgasmed! I
thought I actually made her orgasm! I actually made a twelve-year-old girl orgasm! A surge of pride welled up inside me
.
In the past, when we were intimate, it was always just me enjoying myself. Xiaoli would feel something, but it wasn't very intense;
at most, she'd cooperate with my movements and experience a slightly itchy pleasure. She had never reached the peak of orgasm like this before. After
a few minutes groggily came back to her senses. She said weakly that she didn't know what had happened. An indescribable
excitement surged through her mind, as if she were about to fly to the clouds
, and then she seemed to lose consciousness. She asked me what happened, and I honestly told her that it was the pleasure of a female orgasm.
Upon hearing this, Xiaoli suddenly started crying. I asked her why she was crying, and she said through tears, "I'm so young, and my body
is already so wanton. What will I be like when I grow up!" I comforted her, saying that having an orgasm is a normal physiological phenomenon, and there's nothing to be
ashamed of or wanton about it; it just means her body is beginning to mature. After comforting her for a while, I suddenly remembered that my desire hadn't
been satisfied , so I started thrusting again. Xiaoli cried out, seemingly still reeling from her orgasm. To soothe her and prevent her from dwelling on it
, I deliberately acted lewd, frequently kissing her lips deeply. I even brought the other half of her white stocking, which she had just removed, to my nose and gently smelled it
. The stocking had been on Xiaoli, so it carried a faint feminine scent. I inhaled deeply, as if smelling perfume
. Xiaoli couldn't help but laugh and scold me, saying I looked like a pervert!
As I swayed faster, Xiaoli blushed and bit her lip, as if desperately resisting the pleasure of her orgasm from invading her senses. She seemed to
still consider having that feeling a very shameful thing. But knowing the little one would climax, I wasn't about to let her off so easily. I
rocked her up and down, rotated her left and right, practically like a fully automatic washing machine. A woman's orgasm doesn't have the
long interval between before and after; with enough effort, she'll respond quickly. This time, I held back until she climaxed before
releasing . This time, she was even more entranced, tears and saliva streaming down her face. Kindly, I stuck out my tongue and
licked away her tears and saliva.
Two consecutive orgasms exhausted Xiaoli; her
body didn't pull out, just held her and rested. A dozen minutes later, Xiaoli suddenly remembered something important and woke
up . She sat up and turned her skirt inside out. We were both stunned.
Several clumps of the liquid I had accidentally spilled were now hardened and stuck to the inside of Xiaoli's skirt. I saw Xiaoli trembling with her head down, like a volcano about to erupt.
I had a bad feeling and was about to beg for mercy when she grabbed my neck with her small hand.
The day before Christmas, Xiaoli's school held a grand carnival. There were various games and snack stalls, as well as singing and dancing performances in
the auditorium . Of course, the grand finale was a chorus performed by the school's gifted students. Even standing in a crowd, my little
darling is still so eye-catching, adorable, and beautiful. She's like a jewel shining brightly amidst the sand; even
when obscured, she still radiates dazzling light. I could see that many hypocritical pedophiles looked at her with lustful eyes
. I felt a little sorry for them, because that shining jewel was in my hands, something they could never possess in their lifetime. She was
a living jewel that could only shine for me alone, and I would never give her up to anyone else.
The song performance began with a solo by Xiaoli, singing the same song she had sung for me that day. Xiaoli's
voice ; the entire audience in the large auditorium was captivated by her angelic voice. I vaguely overheard the audience behind me talking, saying that this little
girl was truly remarkable, possessing such a beautiful voice at such a young age, and that with proper training, she would be extraordinary in the future. I chuckled! Suddenly, I remembered Xiaoli
's adorable, slightly dizzy expression during her climax that day, and the audience member next to me giving me an angry glare, as if reprimanding my rudeness. I made an apologetic
face and then sat obediently until Xiaoli finished singing.
As soon as the song ended, the entire audience stood up, applauding and cheering. I saw that Xiaoli's expression was filled with an unprecedented radiance—a sign of confidence,
pride , and even more so, glory. I believe that in her short twelve years of life, this was the proudest day of her life, and the past
times of poverty and humiliation had been completely dispelled by this radiance. The subsequent Christmas Eve chorus, while beautiful,
paled in comparison to Xiaoli's clear and soaring voice. After the event, many people talked about Xiaoli's angelic voice. Later,
when I went backstage to pick up Xiaoli, some people claiming to be record company producers asked if I would be willing to sign her;
they wanted to groom her into a little superstar. Xiaoli and I exchanged a glance and, in unison, said, "No!" That night, on my way home...

Along the way, we were surrounded by joyful crowds. The streets were adorned with various festive Christmas decorations, and numerous church fellowships were singing hymns from house to house. Everywhere, the sounds of Christmas Eve songs filled the air. I strolled along, holding Xiaoli's small hand. To onlookers, we might appear as a
kind father and daughter, but only we understood the meaning behind our clasped hands. This was a love that couldn't be known to the world, a love that wasn't allowed.
Though our bodies were not equal, our hearts stood on equal footing.
Xiaoli was eager to get home to prepare Christmas dinner, but I told her not to rush, because time wouldn't slip through our fingers. We
slowed our pace and walked for a while. Suddenly, she blushed and said, embarrassed, that she had forgotten to prepare my Christmas present. She'd been so busy with the choir these past few days that she'd
completely forgotten. I smiled but didn't say anything, because she was the best Christmas present God had given me, even though the way I'd gotten her was a bit underhanded.
I'd already prepared Xiaoli's present: a five-carat Tiffany diamond necklace. Because I'd promised to
love her as a real woman, from now on, I'd start giving her gifts befitting an adult woman.
Xiaoli smiled and asked what I wanted, saying she could still buy it now. I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to be with me that night
as a Christmas present, wearing her choir uniform and white stockings. Her face flushed, and she chuckled softly, calling me a pervert! She smiled sweetly
. The night seemed to grow deeper, and the joyful atmosphere grew stronger. We held hands, swaying happily, and gradually headed
home .

X. Unexpected Trouble
A few months after Christmas, Xiaoli's school finished its sixth-grade semester and started winter break. The little one
kept saying she wanted to go abroad to play, but my work at the hospital was too busy. Several high-ranking government officials were on the waiting list for me to operate on, and I
simply couldn't find the time. I had to apologize to her. Her cute, pouty little face made me feel quite guilty,
and at the same time , a little annoyed that these government officials really knew how to pick their time. These idiots indulge in wine, women, and lavish meals, becoming obese and bloated
, suffering from a host of lifestyle-related heart and vascular diseases. They neglect their health and checkups,
only considering hospitalization and surgery when their conditions become severe. And each of them is terrified of death, insisting I perform the surgery before they feel comfortable.
Although Xiaoli understands this is due to my work, she still doesn't quite understand my childish nature. Sometimes when I try to hug her at night, she
'll mischievously shake her hand in a gesture of refusal. It's as amusing as a long-married couple, the wife, overwhelmed by her husband's advances,
refusing his demands for intimacy. Although I found it both infuriating and amusing, I didn't dare to be forceful with her, because in the past I would impulsively ignore
her refusal and pin her down to release my pent-up desire. While Xiaoli didn't resist much, she would
ignore , a silent protest through her actions, requiring me to spend even more time comforting her.
Fortunately, the Lunar New Year was just around the corner from winter break, and the busy cleaning and purchasing of holiday supplies finally gave her something
to do. Despite her young age, her fierce and assertive manner as she shopped for holiday goods at the stalls was in
no way inferior to that of the adults. What bothers me more is that sometimes when I'm resting at home, she'll grab a broom and force me to help
with the cleaning. I'll make excuses like going to buy cigarettes or having an emergency at the hospital, and then I'll sneak out, not daring to come back until dinnertime
.
Although it's a huge house, only Xiaoli and I live there, she still tries her best to decorate it with a festive
atmosphere for the Lunar New Year. The house is decorated with couplets and paper ingots, and there's a huge amount of New Year's food prepared, including rice cakes and cured meat. I feel a pang of sadness
because in previous years, I was always alone during the Lunar New Year, facing a cold, empty living room, eating microwaved food.
Although makes me too lazy to do it. While some colleagues and friends warmly invite me
to join them for a reunion dinner, seeing their expressions of happiness—happiness that doesn't belong to me—makes me involuntarily envious and resentful, causing me
to refuse . This is the first time I've truly felt the spirit of Chinese New Year; it's also the first New Year that Xiaoli and I have celebrated together.
To make Xiaoli happy, I specially went to the nursing home to bring the old lady home for the New Year. My thoughtful gesture made Xiaoli hug and
kiss me. The old lady's dementia is still quite severe; she keeps asking who Xiaoli and I are and what we want to do to her. Xiaoli keeps explaining that I
'm her granddaughter, but the old lady doesn't quite believe her, saying she only has daughters, not granddaughters. Finally, unable to persuade him otherwise, I simply told him we were his daughter's
friends who had specially invited him to their home for the New Year, and only then did he believe me.
Xiaoli cooked a lavish New Year's feast. On the reunion dinner table on New Year's Eve, besides a large hot pot, there were several elaborate
dishes . I was a little worried that the three of us might not be able to finish all that food. Xiaoli seemed very happy, because this was the first New Year's Eve she had ever had
so joyfully, instead of worrying about money. During the meal, she was very considerate, constantly putting food on my and
my wife's plates. I enjoyed her carefully prepared cooking, basking in the atmosphere of happiness. After dinner,
it was time to give out red envelopes, as is customary. I gave the old lady a 30,000 yuan red envelope, while Xiaoli only received a meager 5,000 yuan.
Actually, giving Xiaoli the 5,000 yuan was just symbolic, because I usually give
her much more than that for pocket money. I also have hundreds of thousands of yuan in her bank account. I even told her without reservation where my safe deposit box number and bankbook seal were located
. I told her that if she needed more, she could just take it herself; I wouldn't stop her. I
laid out all my assets before her without reservation, hoping to gain her trust and let her know that I was capable of making her happy
. So, the value of money meant absolutely nothing to Xiaoli now, because she knew she already had everything I had.
This red envelope was merely symbolic, a reward for her hard work.
We watched the New Year's Eve variety show with the old lady until she got tired, and then Xiaoli helped her to her room to sleep. I
went back to my room and waited and waited, but Xiaoli still hadn't returned. The festive atmosphere had kept me excited since morning, and I had originally planned to have our
first "fireworks" of the new year. Impatiently, I sneaked into her room and saw Xiaoli coaxing the old lady to sleep. I quietly approached her
, gently tugging at the hem of her pajamas, and gave her a coquettish look on my face. She glared at me angrily, gestured for silence with her finger
, and then waved for me to "get out!" Her angry expression was exceptionally cold and beautiful; every time I saw it, my heart would
pound. After being chased away like that, I felt awkward and had no choice but to go back to my room to sleep. But the die was cast, and I was completely...
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. Finally, I had no choice but to go to the bathroom alone, tears streaming down my face, to celebrate this memorable "
first firework of the spring."
The next few days should have been quite enjoyable; I drove the grandmother and granddaughter around, but the old woman kept causing
trouble. One moment she'd suddenly disappear, leaving Xiaoli and me frantically searching for her; the next she'd accuse us
of trying to kidnap her, scaring us into quickly explaining to the bystanders. In the last few days, she even kept arguing about wanting to go back to the nursing home. What was
supposed to be a happy Lunar New Year holiday ended in this chaotic mess. Although Xiaoli was also troubled, she was also happy because she
had spent the New Year with her beloved grandmother. On the afternoon of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, we finally took her back to the nursing home. On the way home, we encountered
traffic jams and were stuck in traffic until 10 p.m. before we finally got home.
When we entered the house, Xiaoli and I looked at each other and sighed at the same time, as if to end the New Year holiday. She rolled her eyes
at me and said, "What do you want?" because I was looking at her with a lewd smile. Before Xiaoli could finish speaking, I had already picked her up
by the waist and rushed into the room. She screamed because she hadn't even taken off her shoes yet. I pushed her onto the bed, roughly tore off her
top, and then buried my face in her slightly plump and soft breasts. I took a deep breath of that long-lost meaty aroma, savoring
the fragrance of her delicate, fair skin. I hadn't smelled this scent for five whole days; if I couldn't get it again, I was afraid I'd go crazy!
Xiaoli laughed and scolded me, saying I was sick. As I undressed her, I replied, "You're right, I am sick! And you
are my best medicine, the perfect cure for my sexual hunger!" Perhaps because her grandmother had caused me so much trouble these past few days, Xiaoli
felt a little apologetic towards me, but also thanked me for my efforts in reuniting her and her grandmother. In bed, no matter how unreasonable my demands were, she did her best
to satisfy me. I really wanted to unleash all the pent-up frustration of the past five days in one go, but by the third time, the little one was completely limp and
exhausted . Three consecutive orgasms had left her sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. Her orgasms were increasingly adorable; her skin
glowed with a beautiful, rosy sheen from excitement, and her lips were moist and glistening, like melting candles. Especially her watery eyes, so moist and
misty, seemed to draw one's soul in. I dared not continue, afraid she might actually stop breathing. Besides, I myself was
also starting to feel the strain after three orgasms. This humiliation would have to wait until next year for redemption.
After winter break, Xiaoli and I went back to school and work, returning to our busy city lives. One afternoon,
as I was leaving the meeting room after a meeting, someone called my name from behind. I turned around and saw it was Hu Ji, the head of the pediatrics department. He
was fifty-two years old this year, making him my senior colleague and mentor. However, he was very stubborn and inflexible, and tended
to , so he wasn't very popular in the hospital. Although Hu Ji was a skilled doctor, his promotions were slow; after barely reaching the position of head, he struggled to
advance further. Several times, he was considered for the vice-president position, but his unpleasant personality made him too many enemies, so
he always missed out on it.
I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of him. I was very smooth in my dealings with people and affairs, always willing to share the benefits. Add to that
my womanizing ways, and most of the nurses in the hospital had had affairs with me at some point, so I'm probably the kind of
person he hates and despises the most. But thanks to this personality trait, I have quite a few friendly connections in the hospital, and they all encourage me to run for the vice president position
. This makes him hate me even more, and he'd love to get rid of me to avoid any future trouble.
I humbly greeted him, saying, "Hello, Senior Hu, what can I do for you?"
Hu Ji sneered, "Please don't call me 'senior,' it makes me feel unworthy!"
I smiled and said, "Not at all, you're several years older than me, and you're my senior
. I'd feel bad if I didn't call you 'senior.' What do you want to see me about?"
Hu Ji said, "Oh! It's nothing much, I just heard you recently had a very cute daughter, and I suddenly became
curious, so I wanted to ask you about it." I didn't deliberately hide the fact that I adopted Xiaoli from the hospital, because I knew that it was better to openly admit it than
to secretly cause gossip, saying that I had a long-lost "biological" daughter. Anyway,
no one else knew the inside story.
Although my colleagues at the hospital were surprised, it didn't damage my reputation because I honestly admitted it instead of hiding or running away.
This led many colleagues to praise me as a real man, someone who dared to take responsibility for his actions. The nurses' opinions of me had shifted from a highly eligible bachelor to
someone child, but they knew that having a child wasn't a significant drawback for a young, handsome, and wealthy man like me,
so I was still quite popular among them. Furthermore, when Xiaoli sometimes came to the hospital to see me,
she always appeared innocent and adorable. Her doll-like smile and her irresistibly sweet mouth made many women older than her eager
to hug and dote on her. Therefore, everyone at the hospital knew that I had a beautiful and well-behaved daughter.
I feigned a shameful expression and smiled, saying, "What 'cute daughter'? Senior, you flatter me too much. It was just
a mistake I made when I was young and ignorant. But a man should always be brave and take responsibility. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't, but since
you've come to me, I have a responsibility to take it!" I spoke very eloquently, and these words were actually quite similar to what I said to others,
but I didn't know if Hu Ji would even listen.
He nodded and asked again, "Then why didn't he come looking for you before, but suddenly came to recognize you now?"
Hu Ji's aggressive manner annoyed me, but I patiently answered him, "My old flame had always
wanted to find me, but couldn't find me. This time, she happened to run into him when she went to central and southern Taiwan, and that's how we recognized each other."
Hu Ji, undeterred, continued to ask, "What about the child..." "Mother, didn't you marry her?"
I continued, trying to bluff him. "My old flame already has a man with her, how could I steal her away? Anyway, he thinks children are
a burden, and the child is old enough that she might be better off with me. He ripped me off a huge sum of money and just
dumped the child on me." I thought to myself that Hu Ji was truly as meticulous as he was known; if he kept asking, I'd run out of things to say.
Hu Ji sneered, "Xiao Wang, are you sure that child is your 'biological' one? What proof do you have? Have you had a DNA
genetic test done? What if it's not yours? You'll be at a huge disadvantage."
With a serious and slightly angry expression, I threatened him, "I believe my old flame wouldn't lie to me. That child is definitely my 'biological
' offspring. As for the DNA test... of course I'll find time to do it. But these are my private matters, Director Hu, you seem to be too
concerned . I suggest you use this energy to care for other people, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be calling you '
Director Hu' again next year!" This was a veiled compliment, hitting his sore spot. Hu Ji glared at me and stormed off.
I breathed a sigh of relief; this old troublemaker was finally gone. As soon as he left, several colleagues surrounded me to comfort me. They didn't like Hu
Ji much, and each of them criticized him for digging up old wounds. They all kindly warned me that Hu Ji had listed me as a rival for the vice-president's
position and had been constantly digging into my private affairs as a means of attacking me. On the surface, I pretended to be aggrieved and even
spoke up for him, but inwardly
I was sneering. The following days were quite miserable. Hu Ji seemed unwilling to give up, trying to get information
out of me every time we met, and constantly finding work-related troubles for me. Because I had to pretend to respect him to gain sympathy and
deepen others' dislike of Hu Ji, I obediently endured it all. Although Hu Ji thought that by attacking me, he could suppress me and compete with me
, he didn't realize he was falling deeper and deeper into my trap. Actually, although I can be cunning, I don't like to use it much unless someone threatens my
interests or safety. Because constantly scheming and manipulating things annoys me, and I
don't to become public knowledge.
Although Hu Ji's popularity at the hospital has worsened due to my attempts to appease him,
I still can't stand facing his sour face every day. I'm gradually finding working at the hospital a painful job. I seem to have developed a phobia of going to work,
and I only go to the hospital when I absolutely have to.
One day, I stayed in bed, refusing to get up, listening to the sounds and aromas of Xiaoli chopping vegetables as she made breakfast, lazily passing the time on
my lonely bed. The sound of Xiaoli chopping things and the aroma of cooking every morning is my best alarm clock. In the past, that happy sound would
automatically wake me up, but today there was no response. Xiaoli called me several times from the restaurant, but I didn't come out. Finally, she couldn't help but come into the room to
wake . She shook my slumped body with her small hand, urging me on with her clear, beautiful voice. I opened my eyes and saw her standing right
next to me. So, I mischievously lifted her skirt and buried my face in her crotch, rubbing it against her.
Xiaoli is very clean and has a habit of showering every morning and evening, so she still carries a faint scent of soap. Today she was wearing
a pair of yellow cotton panties with lace trim and her favorite Hello Kitty design. My cheek was pressed against
the cotton panties, captivated by the elasticity of her small mons pubis and her fragrance. Suddenly, Xiaoli slammed the ladle in her hand hard onto my
head. The blow was so strong it made me see stars and completely dispelled my sleepiness.
Xiaoli angrily scolded me, "What's wrong with you! Already in heat this early?! Get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat breakfast, or
we'll be late for work and school! Honestly, you're such a child, still sleeping in like a little kid! Aren't you ashamed?!" She ignored me and
stormed out. I mumbled to myself, wondering how Xiaoli and I had completely reversed our positions. Didn't she realize she was
a child herself? I really wanted to say that to her, but I didn't have the guts or the courage to provoke her.
After being hit by her, I couldn't sleep either, so I obediently got up. At the dinner table, Xiaoli asked me curiously why I
seemed strange these past few days, like I was listless. I didn't want to tell her, afraid of adding to her worries, but since she asked, I
told her everything. Xiaoli seemed to find it funny, saying I had my troubles too. I said with a serious expression that this
was no joke; if that old troublemaker dug up our relationship, the consequences would be unimaginable. Xiaoli tilted her head and
thought for a moment, then suddenly said she wanted me to invite that old troublemaker home for dinner today; she wanted to see what he looked like. I was puzzled,
wondering what this little rascal was up to, but seeing her confident expression, I agreed.
Although Hu Ji was a bit suspicious of my invitation, it was a good opportunity to infiltrate the lion's den and find my weaknesses, so
he agreed without hesitation. When I opened the door after getting home, Xiaoli hugged me affectionately at the door and called out, "Daddy!" Then I introduced them to each
other . Hu Ji looked at Xiaoli, nodded, and praised her, saying that she was indeed a very cute little beauty, and complimented me on having
such a beautiful "daughter." Xiaoli, feigning a childlike shyness, thanked the troublesome old man for his praise and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner
. Hu Ji listened to my story about the household, how it was all thanks to Xiaoli's cleaning and tidying that it was kept so clean, and praised me for being so lucky, saying my "
daughter" was not only adorable but also so well-behaved and virtuous. He seemed insincere in saying this, his cunning eyes darting around the house
, trying to find any clues.
During dinner, Hu Ji was surprised that Xiao Li, despite her young age, possessed such excellent culinary skills, able to prepare a large and sumptuous feast. However, he
didn't seem to have much of an appetite, constantly pestering Xiao Li with questions, trying to extract information from her. He probably thought Xiao Li
was still a child and less likely to lie. Hu Ji, though shrewd, didn't know that my little darling was actually a little fox, and
a natural-born liar. I had only agreed with her that she couldn't lie to me, not to others.
Most of Xiao Li's answers to him were pre-arranged, and even when they deviated slightly from the expected scope, she handled them with ease. Hu Ji asked for a long time but
couldn't get any answers, so he obediently lowered his head and ate his meal, feeling quite puzzled. Xiao Li, on the other hand, seemed rather bored and mischievously
started tickling my thigh with her little foot. I
was startled; she was still being so playful at this point. If that old troublemaker saw this, it would be terrible. I pretended to ignore
her, but Xiao Li persisted, making me incredibly aroused. Not to be outdone, I also slipped my foot under her skirt and
lightly tickled her crotch with my toes. Xiao Li blushed and exclaimed, "Ah!" Hu Ji asked what was wrong, and we both quickly said in unison,
"Nothing ." Xiaoli and I exchanged a low glare, then, like ducks paddling on water, pretended to be nonchalant while secretly wrestling under the table
. Perhaps it got a little too intense, because I accidentally kicked the table, and a plate of sweet and sour fish bounced up, splashing onto Hu
Ji's clothes.
We were terrified and rushed to grab something to wipe it off, repeatedly apologizing, saying that my leg had cramped up, which was why it had just...
Well… Hu Ji thought I was trying to get revenge on him for the bullying he'd done to me at the hospital. His face turned ashen with anger, and he didn't say a word. Xiao Li
quickly went to my room to get him some clothes to change into. Because I have a fairly standard figure, while Hu Ji is middle-aged and has a beer belly,
he couldn't fit into any of my clothes. It felt like I was mocking his weight even more. Hu Ji tried on several outfits, but none of them fit.
In the end I simply told him to pick one out himself. After searching for a long time, he finally managed to find a tracksuit that he could wear, but the elastic band of the tracksuit was
stretched so tight by his stomach that it looked like it might burst at any moment.
Hu Ji seemed to have noticed something and smiled mischievously, saying, "Xiao Wang, why are your underwear and your daughter's kept together?"
I inwardly cursed. Because Xiao Li liked to buy clothes, especially underwear, her room gradually became overflowing. Moreover, she
slept in my room most of the time, so she kept her frequently worn clothes there for convenience when changing.
Just as I was racking my brains trying to figure out how to explain, Xiao Li calmly said, "Is that strange? Before I
lived with my dad, my mom, my boyfriend, and I always kept our clothes together! My mom said it was a sign of a good family relationship! Uncle
Hu don't you keep your family's clothes with yours?" Hu Ji stammered, unsure how to answer. I knew his wife and children
had long since separated from him because they couldn't stand his temper, and Xiaoli's words had hurt him a bit.
After a whole night of fuss, finally getting rid of this old troublemaker, I frowned and scolded Xiaoli, saying he was too bold
to mess around during dinner. Thinking about how that plate of sweet and sour fish had flown off, Xiaoli couldn't help but laugh, lying on the sofa, her back
trembling. She said, amused, "I couldn't even handle an old guy like that. Thinking about how I fell for his trick, I feel
a little ." I chuckled and said, "It's easy to catch a kid, but hard to deal with an old devil. I'm confident I can handle her, but I'm helpless against that old devil." Xiaoli
smiled, feigning disdain for me. To show her my power, I dragged her to the bed in the room and gave
her a good "lesson. "
A few days later, Xiaoli made a special trip to the hospital to wash and return the clothes Hu Ji had changed out of that day. Since it was almost summer and the weather
was quite humid, she wore a white off-the-shoulder dress and a wide-brimmed ruffled hat, looking every bit the part of summer
. As she walked down the street, her long hair flowed in the wind, attracting the attention of passersby. If it weren't for her young age, several young men would have
already tried to strike up a conversation with her. After arriving at the hospital, Xiaoli found out where Hu Ji's clinic was and went to his room to find him. It just so
happened that Hu Ji was on break, so Xiao Li easily saw him. Hu Ji thanked Xiao Li for her thoughtfulness, but after staring at her for a while, he asked
, "What is our relationship?"
Xiao Li feigned an innocent expression and smiled, saying, "Of course we're father and daughter! Uncle Hu, why would you ask that?"
Hu Ji sneered, "He and you are father and daughter? I would never believe it even if you beat me to death! Just tell me the truth, and I won't do
anything !" He glared at Xiao Li's seemingly serious face.
Xiao Li smiled helplessly and said, "Hmm... you have a pretty sharp eye, knowing we're not really father and daughter. Strictly speaking, our relationship
is more like mutual exploitation, or you could call it a 'community of life'!" "
Hu Ji said, puzzled, "You're using each other? That sounds strange. Do you mean you have some kind of leverage over each other
?" If there were any outsiders present, they would be surprised by their conversation, which didn't sound like an adult and a child talking.
Xiao Li sat on the hospital bed, her small feet in strappy sandals swinging in the air as she said, "Leverage? I wouldn't call it that. It's just that I
was like a mantis stalking a cicada, I accidentally fell into his trap, I had no choice! So... I had to... do this... you understand?" Xiao Li's words
were nonsensical, and Hu Ji couldn't understand what she was saying. He was completely baffled.
Hu Ji frowned and said, "So you mean he used tricks to control you, right?"
Xiao Li blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled, "You're quite clever, you guessed a bit right. But since he can be the mantis catching the cicada,
why can't I turn the tables and become the sparrow to catch him, the mantis?" A deep, childlike glint appeared in her eyes
, making Hu Ji suddenly feel a chill run down his spine.
Xiao Li continued, "Actually, why are you trying so hard to uncover our secrets? I'm quite curious."
Hu Ji sneered, "Of course, it's to kick him out of this hospital. What right does someone like him have to compete with me for the vice-president's position!" Xiaoli found it amusing and said, "Uncle Hu, why are you so honest? You're clearly trying to deal with someone, yet you're so outspoken. But
I still have to beg you to let him go. Although he's despicable, shameless, lecherous, and perverted, I quite like him, and he's still of use to me." Hu Ji coldly replied, "Let him go? It's not that simple. I've disliked him for a long time. I want..." "He'll be ruined!" Xiaoli smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll stop you?" Hu Ji looked at her disdainfully and laughed, "Hmph! What can a little girl like you do!" Xiaoli sighed and said, "Children have their own methods. Since you won't give up, don't blame me!" She suddenly messed up her hair and forcefully ripped off the thin strap of her shirt, tearing it in half. Hu Ji exclaimed in surprise, "You... what are you doing!" Before he could finish speaking, Xiaoli took a deep breath and screamed. Xiaoli 's voice was very loud, and such a loud scream could be heard in several corridors outside the ward. This hospital was already crowded , and as soon as the scream was heard, many doctors, nurses, and patients rushed in. As soon as they entered the ward, they saw a cute little girl, her clothes disheveled, huddled in a corner, shivering. If ten people saw this, they would all imagine the worst. When Xiaoli saw more people, she began to sob, "That doctor said he wanted to examine me, but I refused, so he… he … Waaah!" She broke down in tears. Several nurses who knew Xiaoli immediately went to comfort her. The onlookers began to criticize Hu Ji, and some even angrily threatened to hit him. Hu Ji was never one for words, and in this situation, he was even more speechless. Moreover, with Xiaoli's heartbroken and adorable appearance, and her trembling sobs, who would have thought that this seemingly innocent little girl was actually pretending? By then, I had received the news and arrived. Seeing Xiaoli's cunning eyes, I immediately guessed what was going on. This little fox, though...

She could fool others, but not me, so I quickly joined in her act. While comforting Xiaoli, I berated Hu Ji, venting
all the anger I'd suffered. This incident caused quite a stir within the hospital. Hu Ji was already unpopular, and many people
seized the kick him while he was down, saying that as the head of pediatrics, he was involved in a scandal of sexually harassing children. They worried that if the outside world found out,
no parents would dare bring their children to the hospital. Hu Ji was the worst off; he was innocent but unable to defend himself, especially since he knew I
was in the wrong but lacked concrete evidence, leaving him only with a burning hatred. Besides, if he were to bring it up now, I doubt anyone would believe him
; they'd just think he was making excuses.
The hospital's public opinion is overwhelmingly sympathetic towards me, so I can say I've won a resounding victory in this battle. I'm trying my best to suppress this matter, fearing that too much outside
scrutiny would be bad for both me and the hospital. As for Hu Ji, the hospital has transferred him to the Eastern Branch. I think he'll probably never
come back, and of course, his long-coveted vice-president position is now out of reach. I'm taking this opportunity to secretly promote a friendly doctor to take over as head of
pediatrics , as a connection for my future bid for vice-president. Actually, I quite envy Hu Ji. The beautiful scenery of the eastern region has always been something I
long for. He should be able to spend more time at the beach watching whales and dolphins to rejuvenate his mind and body. Unlike me, who still has to struggle in this filthy, materialistic society
.
As for Xiaoli, the biggest contributor, I curiously asked her in bed why she did that. She said, "I
was willing to do anything to raise money for my grandmother's medical expenses. Now that someone wants to disturb my happiness, of course I'll still do whatever it takes." Her tone was calm,
but I was a little scared.
Xiaoli laughed and said, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" Her head slowly slid down towards my crotch. I wasn't worried; I
hadn't touched her for several days, and there was enough inside to fill her up. As for what happens next, we'll see.

XI. Meeting Old Friends
The sweltering summer arrived, coinciding with the blooming of phoenix flowers. Xiao Li was finally graduating from elementary school. She
had immensely. Unlike her former classmates, no one dared to look down on her, and no one
despised her because of her family background. Xiao Li held a leadership position in her class and was a well-known figure in the school. Many teachers praised her
highly , and quite a few immature boys secretly harbored feelings for her. At the graduation ceremony, she was chosen as the student representative to give a speech. Since Xiaoli was naturally
eloquent, her clear voice and emotional delivery
moved tears.
During the awards ceremony, Xiaoli received over a dozen awards, big and small. I sat in the audience, filming and applauding. She truly
was a shining gem; given the opportunity, she shone brilliantly. Many parents looked at me with envy and jealousy
, as if they wished Xiaoli were their child. When the ceremony ended, Xiaoli nestled affectionately into my arms, smiling as she asked if she had done
well. I nodded with satisfaction and said that having her was the proudest thing in my life. When no one was looking, I secretly
bit her cute little ear and told her I hoped she would be just as wonderful in bed when we got home. Xiaoli
blushed didn't reply, but instead playfully kicked my shoes with her little feet.
Since she needed to cut her hair short for junior high, I was reluctant to let Xiaoli cut her long, smooth, black hair, so I wanted to find her a
private junior high school where there were fewer hair restrictions. Xiaoli, however, disagreed and wanted to attend a nearby public school. She said that
the classmates were too materialistic and all liked to compare their family backgrounds and wealth, and their arrogant attitude was unbearable. Despite
my objections, she insisted on attending a public junior high school.
On the day Xiaoli received her uniform, she went to a beauty salon to cut off her long hair, which had been with her for thirteen years. I felt
very sorry for her, but when I saw her with her short, ear-length hair, presenting a different kind of playful charm, I felt that she
was different from the innocent child she used to be. Although Xiaoli still appears to me as an innocent and naive child,
the unintentional wisdom in her eyes and the worldly-wise tone beyond her years sometimes make me realize that she is no longer
the little girl I used to be able to control. I know that Xiaoli is inherently intelligent, and her early social experiences have already made
her a little adult.
Especially in the past year or so, her normal and refined diet and nutrition have made her, who was already taller than most women her age, grow even
taller . Before, she only reached my waist, but now she has grown to my chest. I measured her height and she is over
150 cm tall. The only drawback was that her breasts and buttocks hadn't developed much, like a child's. So,
although she was tall, people often mistook her for a slightly tall elementary school student or a little girl. This was my only regret, as I didn't want her to
mature .
As for my work at the hospital, ever since Xiaoli helped me get rid of that troublesome Hu Ji, things have been going smoothly. What surprised me most
was that Ye Mei had actually been transferred back to my hospital. More than a year had passed, and she still looked as beautiful and aloof as ever. This white rose had
n't lost its thorns with the passage of time; she still acted indifferent when she saw me. Although Ye Mei
's workplace wasn't under my jurisdiction, I still had some contact with her professionally. My infatuation with her

hadn't been as intense as before, and with the arrival of my little darling, Xiao Li, I rarely felt sexually interested in other
women . Besides my growing obsession with Xiao Li's body, her subtle control over me seemed to be another
reason why I dared not be promiscuous again. I used to be very proud of my plan to catch this rare gem, Xiao Li, but after spending more time
together, Xiao Li understood my personality and preferences better, and thus understood my innermost thoughts more deeply. She could see through my emotions,
my likes and dislikes, and always cater to my mood. Even more impressively, she knew how to effectively use her body as a means and purpose to
control me.
Sometimes I wondered if she had become the mantis behind the sly, and my scheming struggle with her didn't
begin the day I thought I had won with Xiaoli, but rather from the moment she submitted to me—from which I fell into her clutches. Of course, my pride as
a grown man didn't allow me to have such fearful thoughts. At least I knew that Xiaoli wouldn't betray me emotionally; she was...
Hsiao-li might just be acting out of selfishness and revenge, trying to cultivate a "henpecked" personality in me so she could monopolize and
control me. If that's the case, I have to admit her plan was quite successful.
So, although I still often flirt with the nurses at the hospital, I rarely cross the line anymore. But when I
see Yeh-mei's arrogant face, my combative nature makes me want to provoke her again. Even though I'm no longer interested in her and know I'll get rejected
, I still can't stop. Every time I tease her to the point of anger, I immediately revert to a serious doctor's expression
, leaving her with nowhere to vent her anger. I find it amusing to think that I might drive her crazy if this continues.
Aside from me, Ye Mei was very kind and easygoing to other patients and colleagues. Although everyone
was , since Ye Mei wouldn't reveal anything, they could only consider it private prejudice. I knew Ye Mei wasn't the type to gossip
or report on others, so in addition to my flirtatious remarks, I occasionally started to add some physical flirting. Of course, these actions not only didn't help
to bridge the gap between Ye Mei and me, but also deepened her prejudice against me.
I knew Ye Mei had a boyfriend, who was also my junior in medical school. Once, when he came to the hospital to see Ye Mei,
he happened to run into me. He told me admiringly that he admired my medical skills and hoped to intern under my guidance after graduation. I tried to chat with him,
taking the opportunity to probe Ye Mei's thoughts. He said that Ye Mei's mother died because she had no money to give red envelopes to doctors for surgery when she was critically ill, so she
made up her mind to be a kind-hearted doctor. Unfortunately, her intelligence was not good enough for her to be admitted to medical school, so
she had to settle for the next best thing and become an angel in white to fulfill her wish. After hearing what he said, I understood the reason why Ye Mei had no good intentions towards me
. She had an overlapping impression of me and the doctor who killed her mother.
This is a matter of personal intuitive impression. I can't force her to change her view of me. Anyway, I don't consider myself a
good person, so I don't really want to change my attitude towards getting along with her. She remained cold and aloof towards me, and I responded with provocative
and flirtatious behavior. Aside from that, our interactions weren't particularly problematic.
Then, several months later, one evening, a commotion erupted from the emergency room. Curious, I asked a nurse, who
told me about a major car accident that had resulted in three deaths and one injury. A truck, traveling too fast, had collided head-on with a four-seater sedan.
Everyone except the driver was too badly injured to reach the hospital and died at the scene. I didn't find it unusual; such incidents
were commonplace in hospital emergency rooms. Ye Mei, who happened to be on duty that night, immediately joined the emergency team. Upon seeing the injured man, she screamed, her face turning deathly
pale, and fainted. Curious, I went to check on him and discovered it was Ye Mei's boyfriend.
While carrying the unconscious Ye Mei away, everyone rushed to stabilize the injured man's condition. After a period of emergency treatment, they managed to
pull him back from the brink of death. Unfortunately, although his injuries were no longer serious, the impact had caused his left leg to
be completely twisted and shattered, potentially requiring amputation. Ye Mei was devastated upon learning this. The attending
doctors felt great sympathy for Ye Mei but were helpless to do anything about it. The day before the surgery, Ye Mei secretly came to see me,
begging me to make sure her boyfriend wouldn't become disabled.
I laughed and said, "You're giving me too much credit. I'm not some eccentric doctor like Dr. Qin who can make him perfectly healthy again. You've seen his
attending physician's report; what other options are there besides surgical removal?" I found it quite amusing that she was actually begging me for help
.
Ye Mei couldn't help but cry, saying, "No! I believe you can do something! Although you... your character isn't great, I believe your
surgical skills are top-notch. As long as he doesn't become disabled, even... even if you... even if you want my body in exchange
, I don't care. I just beg you not to leave him to die!" She seemed to have made a huge decision to say these words. Looking at her helpless crying expression and the determination
hidden deep in her eyes, I was reminded of the time I got Xiao Li. Ye Mei's heartbroken appearance was so much like Xiao Li's sad
face, and for some reason, I felt a stirring in my heart. I felt ashamed of the despicable means I used to obtain Xiaoli's affections, and I had
vowed never to cause her heartache and tears again. Now, seeing the overlapping shadows of Ye Mei and Xiaoli, it was as if they were telling me not to break my vow.
I pondered for a while, then sighed and said, "You're right, I'm indeed
not a very good person. I'm not only despicable and shameless, but also greedy and lustful. However, you're wrong about one thing: I'm definitely not someone who would stand by and watch someone die!" I retrieved her boyfriend's information from the medical records room
, carefully studied feasible alternatives, and arranged for me to personally perform the surgery. The condition of her boyfriend's left foot was actually quite complicated
. Not only were there many broken small bones mixed in with the muscles, but the muscle bundles and muscle fibers were also a jumbled
mess . Because his injuries were mainly concentrated around his tibia and hamstring, I adopted a compromise approach:
removing and using steel nails to join them together. The severed muscle fibers and nerve axons were also sutured using microsurgery.
As a result, while the muscles of his left foot appeared normal, the supporting bones were actually quite fragile. His
future condition would depend on his rehabilitation, but the possibility of him needing crutches for the rest of his life was unavoidable.
After I honestly told Ye Mei the truth, she was quite satisfied, because at least her boyfriend still had both legs. That day, I was busy for over
ten hours. After reporting the patient's condition to Ye Mei, I lay down on a chair outside the operating room and fell fast asleep. Her boyfriend's injury
was recovering quite well under Ye Mei's care, and he expressed his sincere gratitude to me for saving his legs.
A little over a week passed like this. That night, I happened to be on night shift. I was eating the late-night snack Xiao Li had prepared for me, looking at the medical records to pass the time
. Thinking about the long, lonely nights ahead, with my little one not by my side, I felt quite lonely. Suddenly, Ye Mei silently walked
in. Curious, I asked her if she needed something.
Ye Mei kept her head down, refusing to look at me. After a while, she coldly said, "I...I don't want to owe you a favor, so...I'm here
to repay a debt . This is also a condition I agreed upon with you back then." Her pale face flushed slightly, seemingly unwilling, but to
keep her promise, she bravely offered herself to the wolf's mouth.
I sighed and smiled helplessly, saying, "I'm just doing my duty as a doctor. Besides, I didn't make any promises to you in person."
"You don't need to ruin your body like this. You should just leave." We stood there awkwardly for a while, and Ye Mei finally
walked out in silence. I thought that was the end of it, but Ye Mei seemed to still be bothered by it. Whenever it was my turn to work the night shift, she
would secretly come to find me, and we would sit in silence for a while before she would quietly leave again. This
went on for several times. Then one night, as I lay in bed, pondering Ye Mei's actions, Xiao Li plopped down on me and
asked curiously what I was thinking. I turned my head away, feigning nonchalance, and said, "I'm not thinking about anything."
Xiaoli frowned slightly, turned my head, and stared at me with her clear little eyes, saying, "You're thinking about women, aren't you?"
I felt a slight panic; this little girl's eye for women was getting sharper and sharper, and she was about to expose everything.
I chuckled wryly and said, "No...no, how could I dare to think about other women in front of you! I don't have that kind of guts right now
! Haha...haha!" I used a dry laugh to cover up my naivety.
Xiaoli snorted and said, "Don't try to fool me. I can tell the moment I see you like this. Are you going to tell the truth yourself,
or do I have to force you to say it?" The little girl smiled at me, but her cute little eyes began to radiate a murderous aura, making me feel
uneasy . I dared not hide anything, so I honestly told her the whole story.
After listening, Xiaoli pondered for a long time, then suddenly said, "Since she asked you to hug her, then hug her." I asked curiously
why.
Xiaoli sighed and said, "Actually, I can roughly understand her feelings. Rather than being owed an unpayable
favor resentment for the rest of her life, it's better to pay it off quickly and easily." I asked doubtfully how she
could be so sure of Ye Mei's thoughts.
Xiaoli said proudly, "That's easy! It's a unique intuition between women. You can trust me, I'm not wrong!"
I found it quite amusing. A woman, indeed! She's practically a baby girl, barely out of her teens, yet she dares to be so arrogant.
But I can't say that out loud, because I still want to live. So I smiled and asked her, "Doesn't she mind if I hug other women?"
Xiaoli stood up, crossed her arms, and looked down at me, saying, "Mind? Why would I mind? I'm just
a doll you bought, what right do I have to interfere in your affairs? Besides, it's good for me if you hug other women. I'm still developing
, and you're always bothering me so I can't sleep properly. Poor sleep means poor development, and poor development means stunted growth. So I'd
love for you to hug other women!" I was taken aback, thinking that this little girl's tone wasn't very friendly, and I didn't know if she was telling the truth. On the other hand
, I thought about her recent attitude towards me, which has become increasingly disrespectful. Xiaoli only calls me "Dad" when we're out or in front of others,
to conceal her identity. Otherwise, she calls me by my first name, or just "Hey" or "you." When
she's in a bad mood, she'll even call me old man, pervert, or pedophile—those kinds of nasty names.
Xiaoli turned around, seemingly to get out of bed and go back to her room. I grabbed her slender ankle and gently pulled, and she cried out in pain,
falling face-first onto the bed. I quickly pinned her down from behind, then brushed her sideburns with my stubble, saying, "You little rascal
, if I don't teach you a lesson tonight, you probably won't know who's in charge in bed!" "As I said
this , tears welled up in my eyes, because my status at home had been reduced to the point where I could only be the boss in bed.
Xiaoli clung tightly to her pajamas, trying to stop me from taking them off, and struggled while laughing and scolding, 'Let me go! You pervert! You pedophilic old man
, I'm going back to my room to sleep, or I'll be late for school tomorrow.' I gently tickled her armpit, her weak spot, and Xiaoli laughed until her
arms went limp. I quickly reached down and unbuttoned her pajamas, pulling them off. Xiaoli was wearing a white shirt underneath,
which reflected a faint light blue hue in the light, a suggestive sight that excited me even more." I lifted her shirt and
slowly slid my nose down her smooth, soft back, then used my teeth to pull down her pajama bottoms and underwear.
Since Xiaoli had just showered, she still smelled of shower gel, so I didn't shy away from
licking her from her tailbone and slightly upturned buttocks all the way to the entrance of her vagina. When my tongue passed the very back of her vagina, Xiaoli cried out in alarm, which reminded me
of a time I had performed anal sex and an enema on her. That time was more troublesome than her first time; a young girl's rectum
is much narrower than her vagina, and it took me a long time to finally insert it. The tightness was so painful that it was
torture for both of us. I didn't really enjoy myself that time; it was a quick and hasty end. Xiaoli was the worst off;
she was bedridden for three whole days afterward, even having pain when she needed to use the toilet. Later, the little one threatened me, saying that if I dared to do it again
, she would never sleep in my room again.
After that warning, I never did that again. Anyway, I was more interested in her vulva than playing with her butt
. So I continued to gently lick that pink little slit until fragrant nectar gradually seeped out, and then I slowly inserted
my engorged member. Xiaoli's soft moan was incredibly alluring, stirring my heart. I couldn't help but sigh; her
naked body, combined with her panting, was like a super-beautiful flower, captivating and irresistible. If I
didn't touch her, hear her voice, or smell her fragrance for a while, I would feel completely out of sorts.
Because Xiaoli kept struggling to escape, I had to grab her hands and
gently . In this ox-like position, I diligently cultivated
this pure land of Xiaoli. This position was actually quite tiring. After struggling for a while, I rolled over and let Xiaoli sit on top of me. This
position actually made her very shy because my lower body would penetrate very deeply due to her weight. She covered her flushed face with her hands, not daring to look at me.
After I mischievously shook my waist, due to the instability of the position, she quickly put her hands on my stomach to maintain her balance. While rubbing her slightly
protruding breasts, I began to slowly thrust my waist. Xiaoli felt like she was riding a small boat, sailing through turbulent waves.
The more intensely I shook, the more she bit her lip to keep quiet. I suddenly stopped to see her reaction. Her eyes were a little
surprised and a little angry, as if she was wondering why I stopped. I laughed and told her to do it herself, but she shook her head shyly. Then I...
Her movements were shaky and intermittent, gradually arousing her desire. Finally, seemingly unable to resist her body's response, she reluctantly began to thrust
her hips . Her passage was like a carnivorous plant, completely melting away anything that fell in. I felt an unbearable squeezing and friction,
accompanied by waves of warmth and pleasure, constantly stimulating the depths of my soul. Finally, like an insect that had strayed into it, I melted, leaving a pool of snow-white
liquid inside.
A few days later, when it was my turn to work the night shift again, Ye Mei walked in as before. I thought about Xiao Li's words of advice that night
and decided to put an end to this matter. So I went to the doorknob and locked it, then pulled Ye Mei to the treatment bed. Ye Mei
seemed very surprised, yet also somewhat expectant. Although she had always hoped that I would collect the payment I was owed,
she felt very scared once I actually took action. I guessed that her feelings were quite conflicted right now.
I unbuttoned Ye Mei's nurse's uniform one button at a time, revealing the white bra she was wearing. Although her breasts were not large, they were
soft and firm. The vitality and elasticity of a young girl, along with her fair and delicate skin and fragrance, made me unable to resist burying my face in her
cleavage and gently inhaling. I took off her bra and began to savor the red nipples nestled on her snow-white peaks. Unlike Xiaoli's pink nipples, hers were
a reddish-brown, but compared to the dark, dull color of most women's nipples, they were quite beautiful, proving that
her body hadn't been exposed to too many men.
I then removed Ye Mei's skirt and panties, gently caressing her vulva, the place I had always dreamed of. She blushed and trembled
, constantly turning her head away, refusing to look at me. The goosebumps on her skin seemed to convey her utter disgust.
A surge of began to use my nimble fingers to penetrate her forbidden zone, gently rubbing and teasing to arouse her desire. I wanted to kiss her lips, which resembled
two roses, but Ye Mei kept turning her head away, unwilling to let me trample on her last remaining dignity. Ye Mei's unwillingness
only fueled my competitive spirit. Her body, being a woman, was quite honest; her lower part was already moist under my caresses
. So, I didn't hold back and bravely explored the dark scenery of the rose-flower path.
Although her passage wasn't as tight as Xiao Li's, it was far superior to that of women who usually indulged in sexual intercourse. I knew she probably wasn't
a virgin , but this tightness, comparable to that of a virgin, made me guess that she might not do this often. I
used to try and make her feel excited and joyful. She wasn't very experienced and couldn't resist my advances, a seasoned lover's provocation. I watched as she
gradually disarmed herself, finally seizing the opportunity to kiss those cherry lips that symbolized her pride. The sudden shock pulled Ye Mei back from
her daze , and tears streamed down her face. I ignored her sorrow and continued to
relentlessly unleash my desire within her body, her passage, and her lips.
Because I was already used to Xiaoli's incredibly narrow passage, Ye Mei's passage, though crowded, was still within my
capacity . I continued until she had two consecutive orgasms before releasing my own physical desires. Ye Mei lay
exhausted on the bed, panting heavily. Her unguarded eyes were vacant and unfocused, completely lacking the hostility she usually displayed when looking at me.
A question arose in my mind, and I curiously asked her, "Tell me honestly, do you like me or hate me?" Ye Mei
remained silent a while, burying her crying face in her hands without answering. I sighed, already having the answer in my heart, but I dared not, and
did not want to, prove it. I didn't press her further. I simply helped her tidy herself up and left the consultation room so she could rest and
process her emotions. The next day, when we met again, we resumed our usual interactions,
as if what had happened that night had never occurred.
When I got home, I sat on the sofa in the living room, pondering Ye Mei's true feelings for me. Xiao Li, seeing the slight tears welling in my eyes,
asked if things were resolved. Her worried expression was like that of a child afraid of losing something they cherish. I
pulled her into my arms, sighed, and said, "Don't worry, what happened between her and me is all in the past. I swear, no matter where I am, my
heart will always be with you." For some reason, Xiaoli always carried a faint scent of lilies. Just smelling that scent
calmed me down. She sat on my lap, leaning against my chest, feeling my true presence beside her, while I felt like
a lost insect finding its way back, nestled in her tiny lily.

XII. Three Different Dreams
XIII. Falling Cherry Blossoms
XIV. Soul-Bound Dreams (Literary Tragedy Ending)
XIV. Dreamy and Bewildering (Original Novel Ending) ………..…….Temporary hiatus, please understand!

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