If we act recklessly

If　　　Hu Lai's father hadn't pursued his mother, nicknamed "Fruit Beauty," with unwavering determination and relentless effort, he wouldn't have had a legitimate reason to be unfaithful to her, and Hu Lai wouldn't have been born into this chaotic world. This article, too, would
be without its source material due to Hu Lai's absence.
"Sir, congratulations! Your wife has given birth to a healthy boy." Holding his and his wife's precious child, Hu Zhou silently thanked
God also carefully examining the baby's features. If he hadn't bought 500 yuan worth of fruit every day to win over his mother-in-law,
the 24-year-old Hu Zhou would probably only be able to fantasize about Hui Mei, masturbating until dawn every night while calling her name.
The arduous pursuit of Hui Mei left a small shadow in Hu Zhou's heart, a shadow that, even after
years of worry that his beautiful wife might be snatched away by another man.
"Hehe! He looks just like me." Hu Zhou looked at his son's penis and smiled with satisfaction. "It's the same length as mine when I was little. He'll definitely amount to something in the future,
a very promising future!" After confirming that the baby in his hands was indeed his biological son by judging the length and color of his penis, Hu Zhou unconsciously
scratched his crotch and muttered to himself, "What should I name you?" Hearing an advertisement on TV: "Drink this can, and good luck will come your way!"
Hu Zhou, who was so clever as to identify DNA by penis size, laughed and said, "Okay! I'll call you 'Hu Lai'! Money comes, luck comes, all good things come.
Hahaha! I'm such a genius, I actually came up with such an auspicious name." Just as Hu Zhou was feeling smug, Hu Lai also urinated for the first time
in his life , taking his first "Hu Lai"!
If Hu Lai hadn't had "Porn Strong," who sat to his left, lend him a bunch of porn movies during his first year
of
junior high, and "Gun God King," who sat to his right, hadn't taught him how to masturbate, Hu Lai would have studied diligently and squeezed into the top class in his third year. He might have been like other boys, pulling on girls' bra straps to listen to their screams; he might have
lifted girls' skirts to get along with the other boys in his class, although he didn't know what was so exciting about just looking at underwear! More likely, he would have accidentally lifted the
skirt of the girl next door's class leader's girlfriend and experienced being ganged up on for the first time in his life outside a cram school not far from school after school.
"Tsk tsk tsk... So a girl's genitals aren't divided into little squares, but look like this." "Ah, so that's how a child is made. You have to insert
your penis into a girl's genitals. I thought you had to insert it into their pee-pee area!" "Huh? Damn it! My parents lied to me, telling me I was
picked up from a garbage dump." While his parents were out, Hu Lai was sitting in the living room, watching a movie he'd borrowed from Porn King.
Watching Ozawa Yuki being fucked and listening to her moans, Hu Lai, blushing and his heart pounding, pulled down his pants.
"My pubic hair's grown a little longer than yesterday." Hu Lai looked at the increasingly thick pubic hair, recalling the method Gun God King had taught him, and grasped his "growing
inch , starting to stroke it.
As he was enjoying himself, the image of A-Qiao's (the girl with the biggest breasts in Hu Lai's class) naked flashed through his mind, making him even more aroused. "Oh
... A-Qiao... A-Qiao... I'm going to fuck you to death..." White, sticky semen smeared on Hu Lai's hands. After about three minutes, he followed Ozawa Madoka on TV and
"went" to masturbation, thus ending his first experience of masturbation.
"Damn, so masturbation is so enjoyable! If I had known this, I should have beaten him back in elementary school," Hu Lai muttered after failing his health education exam at the end of the semester.
If Hu Lai's father hadn't used his year-end bonus to buy a computer for the family in his third year of junior high, Hu Lai would have been admitted to his
first-choice . Because he was buried in books all day and had no chance to rebel, he would have played the role of a good son, winning praise and envy from the neighbors for his parents
. He might even have been extorted by a junior in the bathroom and beaten up because he only had one dollar in his pocket.
He would grumble in his journal about being bullied, and the teacher would give him a comment like, "Always strive for harmony." The obedient Hu Lai, while
obediently following orders, would experience the heartache of being betrayed for the first time in his life. The filial Hu Lai might help his mother sell fruit on weekends, and when he gave too much
change to a customer but didn't hear his mother's scolding, he would tearfully sing, "A child with a mother is a treasure!" "You haven't read erotic literature? Really?
Here's a website, let me show you what the pleasure of 'fantasizing' is..." Hu Lai was typing the aforementioned website with incredible speed. "
Found it! Found it! Yuan Yuan Erotic Literature Section, haha, let me see what's good." "'Keep the good stuff in the family'? What kind of article is this?
Let's look at this one, 'Who Stole the Milk?'" The writer, pen name "Wind Wolf," probably never imagined that a casually written article would awaken a
deep-seated Oedipus complex within Hu Lai, making Hu Lai's mother the goddess of his sexual fantasies. (And Hu Lai probably never expected that years later he would meet
this third-rate writer named Wind Wolf, nor that his drunken confession would lead Wind Wolf to turn his story into words and present it to everyone.)
Hu Lai was not an easily influenced person; that is to say, although he initially fantasized about his mother to seek novelty, this thought was
not too strong, and only happened occasionally. However, when browsing the erotic literature section every day became a habit, and he felt that Feng Lang's works weren't exciting enough
while the works of other famous authors were more appealing, he wrote the following monologue in his diary:
"Sigh, all you erotic literature writers on the internet, do you know that your articles are making me want to have sex with my mom more and more? What should I do? Maybe quitting
the internet is the best way, but how can I not read your classic articles?" Today, after logging off, Hu Lai took out
the inflatable doll he had finally managed to get from a classmate. Holding glue in one hand, he then stuck his mother's photo onto the doll's face. Although the inflatable doll wasn't very useful,
the mother's nude images made up for it. While he was having sex with the rubber clitoris, he sang:
"A child with a mother is a treasure..." If Hu Lai's mother hadn't been drinking alone in the living room late at night because of her husband's premature ejaculation during his first year of high school,
Hu Lai would have become a well-known online erotic literature writer because of his unrealized fantasies. He would have refused to study because he wanted to break free from the shackles of the college entrance exam, and
thus became known as "..."

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