[Urban] The Life I Want (Complete) - 4-6 (End)

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BJ Happy really didn't know how to answer this question. Didn't he suddenly
develop feelings for PK Malatang just now? Of course, this feeling is not necessarily love. Sometimes, love is like a spark suddenly
falling into a pile of dry wood. In that instant, an unquenchable and uncontrollable
flame ignites.

"So, do you love my brother?"

"Yes. Brother, you're my left hand, and Little Stutterer is my right. From now on, I
can't live without these two hands; they're both part of my body. Neither of you can leave me unless I
die. Brother, do you know which part of you I want to be?"

"Where?"

"Right here." PK Spicy Hot Pot drew a heart shape on BB's happy heart with his hand: "Brother,
I want to be here with you for life. As long as you live, I'll stay here with you, and I won't go anywhere else, okay?"

"Okay."

"Brother, if only you were in Chongqing too. Then I'd marry both of you, and we'd make love every day,
just like today, okay? Brother."

"Okay."

"Brother, you must have been at your Beijing event last time, right?"

"Yes! Why?"

"We came all the way from Chongqing to see you, not just to have sex with you, but also to have you arrange
another one for us, okay? Eight men are too few, twenty, no, thirty, is that alright?"

Wow, last time, Kong Gu You Lan was exhausted from dealing with eight men alone. PK Mala Tang really dares to dream.

"Let me ask Big Stick, this needs to be discussed, it takes time. When are you leaving?" "

Our tickets are booked for three days from now."

"I'll try my best!"

"Brother, are you still hungry? I want to do it."

Ugh, after just a short rest, BB Joy really can't do it anymore.

"Sis, we still have three days, right? I'll definitely spend these three days having fun with you."

"Brother, when we go back, will you miss me?"

"Yes."

"Will you come to see us often?"

"Sis, don't be like this. Your man is a good man, a man you couldn't find even with a lantern. You should
live a good life with him, don't always think about me."

"..."

BJ Happy didn't hear PK Spicy Hot Pot's reply. Looking down, he saw that PK Spicy Hot Pot was already asleep, even
snoring softly, with a smile still on his face. What an adorable sleeping face.

Damn it! I really need to contact Big Hammer and Ah Xi. They should be back from Chengdu by now.
Of course, didn't know that Big Hammer and I were also busy looking for him, and Big Hammer was the one looking for him the most urgently.
PK Spicy Hot Pot was sleeping soundly beside him, but BJ Happy couldn't sleep at all. The changes this night
had been too dramatic, and his mind was a mess. He didn't get up, afraid of making a noise and waking PK Malatang. Holding
her as she lay lazily on the bed felt incredibly comfortable. PK Malatang's smooth, warm body was so soft and warm;
this warmth traveled from his palms to his heart. BJ Kuaile couldn't resist kissing her hair.

BJ Kuaile recalled the days when his whole family lived in a courtyard house. He was seven years old then, and his sister
was five . His mother worked the night shift, and his father would ride his bicycle to pick her up, leaving him to put his sister to sleep. His sister always refused to sleep,
so he would carry her to the big recliner in the yard. The two of them would snuggle together on the recliner, and he would teach
his sister to count stars—one, two, three stars… Every time, his sister would fall asleep silently, in the
same sleeping position, her dreams filled with a smile, a picture of happiness. Back then, he thought his sister was incredibly
beautiful, and when he grew up, he vowed to marry her, just like his father treated his mother; he would be good to
his sister .

When did he begin to understand that a man cannot marry his own sister? He doesn't remember; he thinks he
kissed his sister's hair like that back then. Did he kiss her? It seems not. What kind of
love or desire ? A person forgets many things in their life, but some things, even small things, you
can never forget. Perhaps you think you've forgotten, but you haven't; it's just an illusion. You've simply
stored certain memories in the most secret corner of your heart, where they wait patiently, waiting for the day they will be
released .

BJ Happy felt guilty. He truly didn't understand why, lying beside a woman he had just made love to
all night , he suddenly recalled counting stars with his sister when they were little.

I think BJ Happy could never truly understand himself. He always harbored love for his sister,
a love that hadn't diminished with age. He thought he had forgotten this illicit love, but
in reality he hadn't. The appearance of PK Malatang actually gave him an opportunity, an opportunity to project his illicit love
onto a woman who was completely unrelated to him by blood. People often understand themselves the least,
not .

"Brother, brother, brother, are you hungry? Good morning, breakfast, want to eat, want to eat
something, what, what, I, I, I'll go, go, go buy, buy." Around 7 o'clock, CQ Sauerkraut
Fish woke up. He saw his wife was still asleep, and BJ Happy, who was holding his wife, was still awake
. He didn't dare wake his wife, and said in a low voice,

"I'm not hungry, little brother, you buy it yourself!" Sigh, even at this hour, BJ Happy was afraid people would ask him if he was hungry
.

CQ Sauerkraut Fish got dressed, washed up, and went downstairs to buy breakfast. Although BJ Happy didn't ask him
to buy it, when he came back, he still brought three servings of tea eggs, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and a takeaway soy milk
breakfast.

ｂｊ快乐不想动作太大，也没有开手机ｑｑ，只是给大棒槌发了个短信，说
ｐｋ麻辣烫两口子到京了，要他下午过来，有事商量。发完短信，迷迷糊糊的，
他也睡著了。

这一觉他睡得特别不踏实，一会梦见小时候跟他妹妹玩，一会又梦见跟ｐｋ
麻辣烫还有一群男人玩群交，一女对ｎ男的，一会又梦见初中的时候给女同学写
情书被班主任抓到了交给他爸，好一顿胖揍，妹妹哭著给他求情……总之乱七八
糟的。

中午的时候，ｂｊ快乐和ｐｋ麻辣烫两口子出去吃饭，ｂｊ快乐的意思是，
乾脆在酒店吃就算了，因为约了大棒槌见面，怕人家在酒店乾等。ｐｋ麻辣烫却
BJ Kuaile insisted on going for barbecue, so he had no choice but to take them out.

When ordering, BJ Kuaile realized why PK Malatang insisted on barbecue; she had ordered
a huge plate of grilled lamb testicles for the two men. PK Malatang never hid her thoughts: "Brother, Little
Stutterer, if you two eat all these treasures, we'll try something new tonight." This really made BJ Kuaile
both laugh and cry, but he didn't say anything.

As a result, BJ Kuaile and CQ Suancaiyu ate a bellyful of lamb testicles. BJ Kuaile was okay, having been forced to eat
quite a bit and feeling a little full, but CQ Suancaiyu was in big trouble; he felt nauseous from eating the lamb testicles. In PK Malatang's
words, it was because he had behaved so badly the night before that he fell asleep in the middle of the night.

BJ Happy and CQ Sauerkraut Fish both indulge the arrogant PK Spicy Hot Pot, and this unconditional indulgence
is also an expression of love, only their love for PK Spicy Hot Pot is completely different in nature. Actually, PK Spicy Hot Pot's idea of
marrying both BJ Happy and CQ Sauerkraut Fish simultaneously to live as husband and wife is quite shocking,
even fanciful; perhaps only a genius like PK Spicy Hot Pot would have such
a thought among Chinese women.

But BJ Happy often wondered
what would have happened . Like eating lunch together, if BJ Happy and CQ Sauerkraut Fish could both unconditionally and
unreservedly accommodate PK Spicy Hot Pot, and if two men could respect and yield to each other, then this
family of three's married life might not necessarily be unhappy; at least sexually, PK Spicy Hot Pot's satisfaction would be
much stronger.

Of course, this kind of three-person married life is incompatible with reality. Legal, moral, ethical
, and other societal constraints are something they can never escape. There's always
the notion of a sweet "young couple," who can accept a sweet "young family of three"?

We love group sex so much; that's the life we want. But we are ultimately
just ordinary people, living in a society that can't accept our sexual preferences. We can't completely
break through all taboos to be together. It's like a stone we throw; no matter how hard we throw it,
no matter how high it rises, it can't escape Earth's gravity and will eventually fall to the ground. And
the higher the stone is thrown, the harder it often falls.

When BJ Happy and CQ Sauerkraut Fish, their bellies full of lamb testicles, returned to the hotel, Big Hammer
was already waiting in the lobby for a long time.

BJ was looking for Da Bangchui to discuss organizing a group activity for PK Malatang in Beijing, while Da
Bangchui was urgently seeking him out to organize a group activity for Lan Qier in Chengdu as soon as possible. Only
by organizing participation in the group activity could Da Bangchui legitimately see Lan Qier, whom he longed for and missed every day.

September 2009 must have been the most bizarre month of the year. All three administrators of our group, which focused on multiple partners (one woman to n
men) , fell in love with a
female member that month. Two of the administrators even fell for the same woman.

I don't know about other group administrators, but the three of us consistently adhered to our principles:
fun is fun, but life is life. We love group activities, but we absolutely will not disrupt others' normal lives—
this is our group activities. Those who adhere to the most principles are often the ones who suffer the most.

It turned out that PK Malatang was actually a woman—a fact that BJ Happy hadn't told Da Bangchui beforehand. Da Bangchui
's reaction was the same as BJ Happy's surprise; however, when greeting PK Malatang face-to-face,
the usually thick-skinned Da Bangchui was surprisingly shy and bashful, like a young girl.

Later, BJ Happy realized that this guy, besides his love for group sex, had other tastes as well. He'd always
treated PK Malatang like a man, a like-minded buddy, who dared to say anything, claiming he
was awesome and had tried everything—his boasting was outrageous. Now, suddenly finding out PK Malatang was a woman,
he was a little embarrassed.

"Hey, you big stick, didn't you say your thing could be used like a copper hammer? Now that I'm here, you
can use your copper hammer for a bit! Feel free to hit this little lady all you want, don't be shy, don't be a fancy
spearhead, all show and no substance!" PK Spicy Hot Pot was
never . She loved teasing Big Stick, making him speechless, and enjoying seeing his shy demeanor
. However, it was indeed a bit funny that such a delicate beauty like her was deliberately imitating a rough and tumble gangster.

Originally, Big Stick was supposed to come to the hotel to discuss how to arrange group activities for PK Spicy Hot Pot, but as soon as she entered
the room , PK Spicy Hot Pot couldn't wait to have three men play a 4P with her.

"Sis, let's talk business first, then we can play around!" Big Hammer was
older than BJ Happy, so he called PK Spicy Hot Pot the girl, just like BJ Happy did. This was the first time he'd seen
a girl as eager as PK Spicy Hot Pot, and he was a little taken aback.

"We can talk while we play! Bro, what kind of gadgets do you like?" PK Spicy Hot Pot
slammed open the treasure box she'd brought all the way from Chongqing. Big Hammer was dumbfounded when he saw what was inside.
Her stuff was incredibly professional; the idea that he'd played with everything was pure nonsense. There were so many gadgets in the box that
he'd never even seen before. He was really embarrassed.

Talking business while having sex—many people would think that's a fantasy. But PK Spicy
Hot Pot and her husband , BJ Happy, and Big Hammer actually did just that. Of course, bj快乐, as always, is absolutely against
using tools or engaging in sadomasochistic practices, which saved 大棒锤 (Big Stick) from trouble.

In our group, I think only bj快乐 and I share similar tastes; I also strongly oppose using
tools , and even more so, SM and extreme sexual practices. We prefer very pure group sex.
We feel that the kind of multi-person group sex without tools or SM, where one woman is with multiple men, stimulates primal
mating desires and amplifies them infinitely…

pk麻辣烫 (Spicy Hot Pot) and his wife run a single room with a single bed, making group sex for four
very limited in the small space. For example, playing 69 was already
very cramped with three people lying side-by-side the night before; this time, with the addition of a tall, big stick, it was impossible to play comfortably.

pk麻辣烫 and 大棒锤 always find a way to adapt; this time, they did a four-person 69. And a two-person 69…
Similarly, the woman was on top of the man, who was lying on his back with a large penis, while PK Malatang used her mouth to stroke his penis
. She spread her legs wide, opening her vagina completely to face the man's face, allowing him to play with it up close.

BJ Kuaile and CQ Suancaiyu stood on either side, with PK Malatang holding one of their penises in each hand
and stroking it. BJ Kuaile and CQ Suancaiyu's hands were not idle either. One hand would sometimes caress PK
Malatang's anus, and sometimes insert one or two fingers into PK Malatang's vagina along with the man's fingers. The
other hand played with PK Malatang's two large nipples.

This 4p69 arrangement, adapted to the specific circumstances, is undoubtedly the best
way to simultaneously and instantly ignite the desires of four men. Not only do the three men stimulate PK Malatang's body from almost every angle, but they also have a chance to connect
with each other . Most astonishingly, PK Malatang's vagina possesses an incredibly strong ability to contract.
At its peak, the three men could slowly insert a total of six fingers into her vagina, alternating between thrusting in and
out .

From this angle, Big Stick could best appreciate this wonderful scene.
Although Big Stick had never seen anything like it; it was simply a spectacle. The beauty of sex sometimes
cannot be imagined. The rhythmic in-and-out movement of the three men's fingers required a certain sense of rhythm, a controlled pace
, and precise force. The three men, who had never coordinated before, felt
as if they were one person as BJ Happy and CQ Sauerkraut Fish from the previous night—no, even more so, more intensely.

The insertion and withdrawal of six fingers inside the vagina brought not only a surge of intense vaginal
impact , but also an indescribable feeling of immense fullness. This sexual stimulation
was exceptionally intense for a woman. Of course, what quickly brought PK Malatang to orgasm was not only
the wave , but also the stimulation from other sensitive parts of her body.

Her clitoris was stimulated in turn by the fingers of three men, each with a different technique, resulting in
completely different experiences. PK Malatang could feel these differences. BJ Kuaile focused on the technique of gently rubbing the clitoris, Da
Bangchui liked to roughly pinch the clitoris for a while, and the familiar clitoral
caress was the characteristic of her man Xiao Jieba.

The way PK Malatang played with her nipples was different from what BJ Kuaile and CQ Suancaiyu did. If CQ Suancaiyu
's method was a combination of touching and pinching, then BJ Kuaile's was more like a rough tearing. This method of playing was
BJ Kuaile's ingenious and controlled tearing, and the resulting nipple stimulation was far more direct and
pleasurable than touching, which was most enjoyable for PK Malatang, who was always "hungry". Even her earlobes
were not spared by BJ Kuaile and CQ Suancaiyu, their tongues gently licking them softly and gently.

This 69 brought a very intense climax, and PK Malatang squirted everywhere. Faced with this fountain-
like squirting scene, she not only felt satisfaction internally, but also
pushed the peak. This 69 lasted for almost an hour before the four of them were satisfied.

The bed was too small for a four-person sex session, so the men had to take turns having sex with PK Malatang. After a short
rest , the still "hungry" PK Malatang and Big Stick began. PK Malatang thought that Big Stick
wasn't exaggerating; his penis was indeed unique—big, thick, and with a
particularly The mushroom-shaped shaft was like a small umbrella, and it was rock hard, looking like a small copper hammer. This kind of
penis is every woman's dream.

The contrast between the super-sized penis and the super-sized vagina was even more attractive. Big Stick simply lifted PK Malatang off the bed
and sat her on a stool for a penetration position. PK Malatang spread her legs wide, stood on
either side of Big Stick, and raised her hips to elevate her buttocks, so that her entire vagina was fully exposed, allowing the two men sitting on the bed
to see Big Stick's huge penis thrusting inside her vagina.

Big Hammer's defining characteristic during sex is his incredible power. Each time, his massive penis plunges all the way in,
almost reaching PK Spicy Hot Pot's cervix. With each insertion, the glans
stretches the vaginal opening and interior wide, and upon withdrawal, the mushroom-shaped tip of his penis even turns
the inner vaginal flesh inside out. This unique, hammer-like penis creates a distinctive thrusting effect.

Soon, PK Spicy Hot Pot reached another climax, while Big Hammer showed no sign of ejaculating. This time, the amount of fluid
was less , but Big Hammer's massive penis, like a piston, gushed out all the vaginal fluid
—a truly astonishing sight. This time, PK Spicy Hot Pot was utterly defeated.

At home, CQ Sauerkraut Fish often used various kinds of dildos to play with her vagina. They'd tried everything
from the real dildo to the spiked tiger-shaped one. But the truth is, real and fake
dildos are completely different experiences; the sensations are entirely different. A dildo is always cold and
lifeless, lacking any physical connection. The overuse of dildos in Japanese AVs has created
a misconception that dildos are more pleasurable than real ones.
The main reason PK Malatang was so overwhelmed was her discomfort with the real dildo.

The big dildo's ejaculation coincided with PK Malatang's second orgasm. His ejaculation
was massive and deep; PK Malatang almost collapsed into his arms, her vaginal opening like a three-finger
-wide hole that couldn't close for a moment. Two full minutes passed before the large amount of semen and her
vaginal fluids, a mixture of which had been ejaculated by Big Stick, gushed out. The liquid dripped onto Big Stick's thighs and then onto the floor, making
a "drip-drip-drip" sound.

Only then did they begin to discuss the activity. All four of them were naked, truly
naked and open with each other. If outsiders to our enthusiast circle were to witness this,
they would be utterly astonished. Let alone a short break, even during intense sex, we could easily do
other things. For example, when PK Spicy Hot Pot's vagina was still dripping vaginal fluid, she, still
experiencing orgasm would express her opinions and participate in the discussion. Even later,
when the three men were repeatedly penetrating her vagina, she could speak naturally and openly.

This may seem unbelievable, and some might say Ah Xi is talking nonsense again, but it is absolutely true. Actually...
Sex is simply a human behavior, an ordinary human behavior. Strip away the moral veneer and
the sense of , and it's no different from eating, drinking, or bathing. Just like
the group sex we often see with one woman and many men,
isn't the scene of BJ Happy and his friends having sex while talking about business the same as chatting with a few people over tea or at a mahjong table? This principle is incredibly simple, but the simpler
the principle , the more likely people are to miss it.

BJ Happy and his two companions took turns having sex with PK Spicy Hot Pot repeatedly. BJ Happy
and CQ Sauerkraut Fish were both in good shape; perhaps the large amount of sperm they had consumed really helped. Of course, they also
talked about business, continuing until nearly 8 PM before PK Spicy Hot Pot's "hunger" was slightly relieved.

The four of them had a meal together at the hotel restaurant and chatted for a while. By the time they ate, Big Stick
wasn't as shy as he had been when he first arrived. It wasn't because they were all familiar with each other through sex, but because he
felt he had regained some face while having sex with PK Spicy Hot Pot, and that his boasts online weren't all
empty talk.

PK Spicy Hot Pot's requests for a dozen, twenty, or even thirty men to play with her were something BJ Happy and Big Stick couldn't
actually fulfill. In the Beijing area, the only trustworthy playmates they could find, besides the two
administrators, were the six people who had played with Empty Valley Orchid last time, since they all
played .

Empty Valley Orchid had a checkup afterward and everything was fine; in fact, they, including the two administrators, all
submitted , showing they were perfectly healthy. The new rules for participating in group activities, which BJ Happy started
piloting in the Beijing area, were a success.

However, notifying them in such a short time, and even if they could all come,
there would only be nine people including CQ Sauerkraut Fish, which didn't meet PK Malatang's minimum requirement. PK Malatang indicated they could
accept reliable men outside the group, who could be acquaintances of BJ Happy or Big Stick, as long as they
enjoyed group sex (one woman to many men), as long as they used condoms. However

, both administrators unanimously opposed this suggestion. The first principle of group activities is safety; no one can guarantee the safety of outsiders , no matter how close their relationship with the administrators. Furthermore , agreeing would set a bad precedent, leading to more people bringing outsiders to activities, which would be counterproductive . Reluctantly, despite their disappointment, PK Malatang had to accept the reality of a maximum of nine people. The two managers needed to divide the work, because organizing an event requires a lot of preparation and is very troublesome . Aside from other preparations, there's not only notifying everyone, but also arranging food, accommodation, entertainment, and transportation for everyone… This time was different from last time. BJ was happy to stay at the hotel with CQ and her husband, because PK Malatang might get hungry at any time and couldn't leave. So, Da Bangchui had to do all the errands, such as notifying people and all the preparations. BJ was responsible for borrowing the villa from a friend last time. So far, the two managers hadn't found a suitable event location in Beijing like that villa, so everyone chose it again this time. PK her husband didn't have much time left in Beijing, and they had to hurry up with things on both sides, but both were going very poorly. First, two people Da Bangchui had notified couldn't come. University student A Jian was doing an internship ; he wanted to come, but he simply couldn't get away. Another one is Little Smoker. Little Smoker is in Beijing, but he registered his marriage in October. He said he really wanted to come, but BJ Happy firmly disagreed. His objection wasn't really for a reason; he just told Little Smoker that this wasn't the time for him to play around. This reduced the number of men by two, leaving only seven: two Beijing managers, two college students, a scholar and a caterpillar , a white-collar worker named Yong, and the restaurant owner, Duck Man, plus CQ Sauerkraut Fish. Now PK Spicy Hot Pot was even more depressed. The villa arrangement wasn't going smoothly either. It wasn't that BJ Happy's friend refused to lend the villa, but rather that it was still occupied by guests invited by friends who had come to Beijing specifically for a visit and wouldn't be leaving for five days. This meant the villa wouldn't be available for another five days, and PK Spicy Hot Pot and his wife couldn't make it in time; their tickets were for three days later. The only solution was for PK Spicy Hot Pot and his wife to change their tickets. Changing the flight tickets isn't a big problem; even if they're cancelled , Da Bangchui can easily rebook them—it won't cost much. The issue is that CQ Suancaiyu doesn't have time to linger any longer. He has to go back to work in Chongqing in three days; there's a mountain of work piling up that he needs to handle. He won't be able to enjoy himself if the villa only becomes available in five days. PK Malatang can stay a few more days; there's no urgent work in Chongqing, so she can relax. But it's not fair that the couple came all this way to Beijing specifically for this activity, and the husband leaves before he's even had a chance to enjoy himself while leaving his wife to do it alone. For both of them to have fun, the two managers need to find a new place within two days . BJ Kuaile won't stay in the hotel for the remaining two days either. He and Da Bangchui will drive all over Beijing , frantically searching for a place, but two days is too short. They simply can't find an ideal spot, so CQ Suancaiyu won't be able to enjoy himself. BJ Kuaile's decision is: either they both enjoy themselves, or neither of them does. The day before CQ Sauerkraut Fish left, everyone had dinner together. The four of them discussed things for a while, and this time BJ Happy made a decision: "Sis, how about this, you go back to Chongqing with your brother first! Next time, next time you tell me in advance , I'll definitely arrange everything perfectly for you. You can have fun as soon as you arrive, and I guarantee I'll invite a lot of people, it'll be lively, okay?" "Brother, I want to have fun. Little Stutterer can go back by himself first! I'm not a child, he doesn't need to follow me all the time! Besides, I'm only staying in Beijing for two or three more days!" "No, you can't let your man go back to Chongqing alone." "He's going back alone, so what?" "That won't do, it's settled then, you go with him, I'll see you off." "BJ Happy, what gives you the right to make this decision?" If Big Hammer and CQ Sauerkraut Fish hadn't been there, PK Spicy Hot Pot would have really started a fight with BJ Happy on the spot. BJ was surprised when, after dinner, PK Malatang acted like a completely different person, calling him "brother" all the time.

She was incredibly affectionate and obedient, readily agreeing to
go back to Chongqing with him the very next morning, as if nothing had happened.

BJ Happy later realized that while PK Spicy Hot Pot, such a domineering woman, might occasionally lose her temper in front of him ,
she was always completely submissive afterward. But with CQ Sauerkraut Fish, her own man, she was completely different; in fact,
she appeared quite domineering and masculine in front of most people.

Even PK Spicy Hot Pot himself couldn't understand why he always acted like a little woman in front of his beloved BJ Happy
. Perhaps every woman, no matter how strong, masculine, or arrogant, has a
feminine side, just hidden deep within. With a certain type of man, this side will be
revealed .

Because they were leaving the next day, Big Stick stayed at the hotel overnight, and the four of them planned to have
one last night of fun before leaving. As usual, the three men took turns with PK Spicy Hot Pot. At 11 o'clock,
Big Hammer and PK Spicy Hot Pot hadn't ejaculated for a long time this time. CQ Sauerkraut Fish, unusually, took
the opportunity to drag BJ Happy along to buy late-night snacks. BJ Happy was having a great time with Big Hammer and
agreed without much explanation

. On the way there, the two didn't talk much. CQ Sauerkraut Fish stuttered and wasn't very talkative.
On the way back, he spoke up: "Brother, brother, brother, I, I, beg, beg, beg, you, you, one, one thing,
one thing."

"What is it? Just say it, don't be polite with your brother."

"Brother, brother, brother, I, I, I, I, tomorrow, tomorrow, myself, myself, myself, go back,
back to Chongqing, okay, okay, okay?"

"You want your sister to stay in Beijing and play by herself?"

"Yes, yes, yes, brother, yes."

"No, aren't you worried about her?"

"Worried, worried, worried, what, what, ah? Yes, yes, yes, brother, you, you take care of,
take care of, her, I, I, have, have, what, what, not, not, worry, at ease. Brother, brother,
you, you, are, a, good, good person, I, I, old, wife, at home, dream, dream,
want want, this, this, so, play, play, once, once. You, you, just, just agree, agree, to, her!"

Cq Sauerkraut Fish was afraid that BJ Happy wouldn't agree, so he spent a lot of effort pleading with him in a stuttering voice. Now
that Cq Sauerkraut Fish had made the offer, BJ Happy couldn't refuse, but Cq Sauerkraut Fish's complete
trust and respect for him made him feel heavy-hearted, as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, making it hard for him to breathe
.

CQ Sauerkraut Fish's flight was at 10 AM the next morning, and because the journey was quite long, they had to
leave the hotel at 8:30 AM. The four of them had a great time that night, especially PK Spicy Hot Pot. BJ Happy allowed her to stay
and play, and she was in high spirits, having a bit too much fun. She was tired, so she didn't see her husband off at the airport.

BJ Happy saw CQ Sauerkraut Fish off to the airport alone. When they left, PK Spicy Hot Pot was still fast asleep,
naked , cuddling with Big Stick. CQ Sauerkraut Fish carefully covered them both with a blanket,
very gently, so neither of them woke up. He gently kissed his wife's cheek and left.

BJ Happy and CQ Sauerkraut Fish didn't speak a word the whole way. After spending a few days together, BJ Happy knew his habit;
because stuttering was difficult for him to understand, he tried to speak as little as possible.

After BJ Happy escorted him to the entrance, just before he went through security, CQ Sauerkraut Fish said a few words to him:
"Brother, brother, brother, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I will, I, I will,
I, I, I, I, will, I, I, will, I, I, will, I, I, will, I, I, will, I, I, will, come, I, I, I, will, come, I, I, will, come, I, I, will, come, I, I, will, come, I, will, come, I, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come, will, come,

will, come, I, will, come, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, will , come, I, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, I, will, come, will, come, I, will, come, I, will, come, I, will, come, will, I ... will, I, will, come, I, will, come, I, will, come, will, I, will, come, I , come, will, I, will, come, I, will, come, will, I, After delivering CQ's pickled fish, BJ Happy stepped out of the Capital Airport and suddenly felt the sun was so bright and dazzling that he could barely open his eyes. His body felt hot and bothered, like being pricked by a thousand needles. This damn weather ! After returning from Chengdu, I couldn't contact BJ Happy and Da Bangchui for several days. I kept sending them private messages, but no one responded. Being in Guangzhou, I had no idea that BJ Happy and Da Bangchui having passionate sex with PK Malatang and his wife in a hotel, or frantically searching the world for new places for PK Malatang and his wife to meet. They simply didn't have time to go on QQ. An invisible hand kept tugging at my heartstrings; my heart couldn't find complete peace. I could feel that although my life seemed unchanged, it was actually like a silent, mysterious lake—calm on the surface, but with undercurrents surging beneath. I could sense things were starting to fall apart, and I felt like a drowning person who couldn't swim, suddenly plunged into the water. I kept sinking, my ears and nose gradually suffocating, and I was powerless to struggle. I really needed to talk to someone who could completely understand me; that would be a kind of stress relief. There was only one person who could truly understand me, and that was BJ Happy. Whether it was hobbies, character , or even how we dealt with things, we had some similarities. Although we had never met, I truly felt like we had known each other for a long time. Of course, at that time, I didn't know that he himself had fallen in love and was struggling, completely oblivious to me. In the first few days after I returned, my wife and I made love once. When I reached orgasm and was about to ejaculate, in my dazed state, I involuntarily uttered the incoherent phrase, "Lan Qi'er, sister." My wife was surprised by my reaction, and I could only vaguely explain to her that I had shouted, "Trash, have you thrown it away?" My wife actually believed my explanation without saying a word. This explanation is actually quite absurd. Who would be concerned about whether the trash has been taken out while reaching orgasm during sex ? Even I don't believe it myself, and I don't understand why my wife does. During that period, rather than saying she suddenly became sexually aroused, it was more accurate to say she was actively trying to please me sexually; she even initiated sex. Ever since Mao Mao (my daughter) was born…

Since giving birth, this situation has never occurred. Although I accept my wife's explicit or implicit advances regarding sex
, I still can't find the state where I want to have sex four or five times a night

, something I used to experience. My sexual prowess is definitely not something to brag about, but that particular period
just won't work. I've tried, but I always ejaculate too quickly, feeling like I have the will but not the power. I
've never experienced this since I started puberty.

Later, BJ Happy said that when a man's heart is filled with too many heavy things, these
unbearable weights will gradually transfer to his penis, bending, breaking, softening it...
The things I carry in my heart are too heavy; I can no longer bear it.

Because I can't find the right state, our nightlife has become dull again. Even when
my wife is aroused and tries her best to please me, everything she does is ultimately in vain.

For a while, my wife suddenly became obsessed with reading online romance novels. She even bought a laptop and
a 3G internet card for it. After the kids went to sleep, and with nothing good to watch on TV at night, I
would chat with my friends in the group chat in the study, while she would be alone in her room reading her online romance novels.

Later, she became obsessed with yoga, sometimes spending the entire weekend at the yoga studio,
exhausted . On nights without sex, we both had to find things to do to pass
the time, pretending to be happy to maintain the facade of our marriage.

My private chats with Lan Qi'er suddenly decreased significantly. It wasn't just me deliberately being cold
towards ; Lan Qi'er was acting completely differently, intentionally distancing herself from me as well.
In the group chat, aside from polite greetings, we couldn't really talk about anything.

We both tacitly agreed not to disrupt each other's family lives, but this unspoken
understanding was actually a form of low-level self-deception. My longing for her never
lessened because of this feigned indifference, while she, far away in Sichuan, was also suffering the pain of missing me and Da Bangchui.
Duoduolong hadn't been online for a very, very long time.

Of course, regarding Duoduolong's suggestion to organize a group activity in Chengdu for Lanqier, although
the other two administrators haven't responded yet, I've already started working on it. I've found that
the possibility of organizing a group activity in Chengdu is almost zero, because among all the group members who indicated their location, there are only five people from Chengdu, including
Duoduolong and Lanqier. And
only two are willing to participate and comply with our new requirements for the group activity, accepting a medical examination and sending us a scanned copy of their medical report. After video verification and a detailed conversation,
only one person was barely acceptable to participate. So even if Dabangchui and I participate, Lanqier and I
can only have a 4P.

I suggested a 4P to Lanqier, but she disagreed: "Brother, can there be more people? Seven or eight would
be fine." So I can only gradually expand my search, but perhaps it's because Sichuan people's overall sexual attitudes
are too conservative, or perhaps there are too few enthusiasts like us in Sichuan. Perhaps due to my special
feelings , I unknowingly raised my verification requirements too high. In the entire Sichuan province, I
only found four suitable candidates.

Left with no other choice, I sent out
an announcement to the entire group, hoping to organize a Chengdu group event and encouraging members from other regions to participate. Surprisingly, this announcement caused a huge stir. Male members in the group
went crazy sending me requests to participate. Distance was no longer an issue; the furthest member was from
Qiqihar, Heilongjiang. Although

the three of us administrators each had our own problems and were somewhat lax in managing the group for a period, what surprised us was the speed at which regional subgroups developed within the group. Excluding Beijing, members from Shanghai, Shenyang, Guangzhou, and Changsha had gradually formed rudimentary small groups for enthusiasts from similar regions, even spontaneously gathering regularly without needing administrator organization. Of course, these face-to-face gatherings are generally just for male group members to exchange feelings . Most of the time, not only are there no female members, but there aren't even any participating in these purely chat- based gatherings. These aren't true group activities. The lack of engaging female members has indeed become a bottleneck for the group's development. I can only purposefully recruit some female members who apply to join because of its reputation, hoping to discover new talents like "Empty Valley Orchid," "Blue Qi'er," and "PK Spicy Hot Pot." The only exception is my Guangzhou group, which quickly started its second group activity. This activity wasn't held in Guangzhou but in Nanhai District, Foshan. I was originally supposed to organize this activity because I didn't have much time and wasn't in a particularly good mood. Therefore, all the organization was handled by two active Guangzhou group members who I got along well with: Nanhai Shisanlang and Tianhe Wangzi. The event was chosen to be held in Nanhai for two reasons. First, we learned from our experience managing the first group event in Beijing ; location is crucial, and Guangzhou offered a perfect setting. Nanhai Shisanlang didn't need to borrow or rent space; he owned a private estate with villas, and the conditions were no worse than those in Yanqing, Beijing—in fact, it offered better privacy and comfort. Nanhai Shisanlang's estate was large and located in the countryside, not within Nanhai city. Originally, it was a lychee orchard, cultivated by locals. Nanhai Shisanlang bought it but stopped cultivating lychees , though the trees remained. He also hired people to excavate several fishponds and built a large villa, thus creating a respectable private estate. Nanhai Shisanlang's estate was extremely secluded, as the nearest village was several kilometers away . It was usually deserted, with only a few security guards, cleaners, and gardeners tending to it. The only downside to this place is that the road from the town is extremely difficult to travel; for several kilometers, it's basically a dirt road that Nan Hai Shisan Lang himself funded. However, precisely because of the poor road conditions, it became our haven for group activities, and gradually became the base for group activities in Guangdong. A new female netizen from Shenzhen named Huan Jun Ming Zhu, who is truly dedicated to playing, is what made this event in Guangzhou a success.

The key to the second group activity. Huan Jun Mingzhu was very mysterious. She hadn't chatted much after joining, but she clearly expressed to
Nan Hai Shisanlang she wanted to participate in a Guangzhou activity similar to the Beijing group activity.
Unlike Kong Gu Youlan, Lan Qi'er, and PK Malatang, she revealed almost nothing about herself to us,
not even a photo. She only met with Nan Hai Shisanlang at a teahouse in Guangzhou to discuss details.

We could only guess. I had never met Huan Jun Mingzhu. Nan Hai Shisanlang said she was
around 27 or 28 years old, probably a white-collar worker, good-looking, an above-average beauty, and from Shenzhen
. Because of a detail—she knew the details of the Beijing activity—it meant she had a very close relationship with one of the eight Beijing group members
, and that this person must have introduced her to the group.

Who was this person? I thought it was the university student A Jian, because BJ Kuaile told me that A Jian was from my
hometown, Shenzhen, just studying at university in Beijing. But there was a contradiction; A Jian was young,
so perhaps they had some particularly close relationship. Since an intimate relationship was unlikely, why would A-Jian recommend
her to join the group? We had been trying to contact A-Jian, but he hadn't had a chance to go online since starting his internship. Of course,
at the time we only had suspicions, and we didn't stop organizing activities because of this.

We were always very strict in vetting male members, but we were always
very , which later became a fatal flaw for our group.

Huan Jun Mingzhu was probably participating in a group sex activity for the first time, because she didn't even mention asking male group members to provide photos and medical
reports. On the contrary, she was particularly eager, almost constantly urging Nan Hai Shisan Lang.
Although she didn't make any requests, Nan Hai Shisan Lang and Tianhe Wangzi themselves verified the Guangdong group members who participated in
a very detailed manner. They not only had face-to-face video chats with applicants, but also
called the hospitals listed on the medical reports to verify the authenticity of the reports. They were truly meticulous and thorough, and
we later promoted their approach nationwide.

I didn't go to the South China Sea event, even though they scheduled group activities for weekends to accommodate the majority of
working group members. It wasn't just that my family relationship was going through a crucial period and I wasn't in the mood to participate; it was because after
going to Chengdu and experiencing the long-awaited group sex experience for the first time, I suddenly
developed a fear of group sex. This fear wasn't from guilt, but from the fear of falling in love with the
female members again. One Lan Qi'er had already exhausted me, and I felt powerless in my marital life.

BJ Happy said that many married members of our group experience what I've gone through, but
most people gradually get used to it. Some can't endure it and completely give up their sexual interests. This
initial psychological and physiological reaction of a group sex novice is a unique adaptation period for one woman facing multiple men in group sex.

Surprisingly, the weekend activities in Guangzhou later became almost a regular event. Their first visit
was a success; Huan Jun Mingzhu, one woman against thirteen men, made love from dusk till dawn, experiencing
multiple . She was exhausted but incredibly excited, and
all the men were thoroughly satisfied, eagerly anticipating the next time.

Huan Jun Mingzhu only went to Nanhai three times, each time for three consecutive weeks. As the leading lady in the first
three events, she faced over a dozen men each time, suggesting her sexual experience was limited.
Initially, she wasn't very open, and couldn't explore the common techniques. However, after three weeks, she
and the men became increasingly adept and enthusiastic, accepting some of their special requests,
even some more extreme ones, such as urinating while beautiful, or light rope techniques. They always managed to make it exciting, even the most common
"sandwich" position, which they interpreted in creative and varied ways. She satisfied every man and
achieved —she succeeded.

After those three encounters, Huan Junmingzhu suddenly lost contact with us. She did it voluntarily
; she left the group decisively, changed her phone number, and never contacted
anyone . Nobody knows who she is,
where in Shenzhen she's from, what she does, why she joined, why she left without a word, or why she suddenly
disappeared .

Later, in every subgroup within the group, more and more female members like Huan Junmingzhu joined, only to leave after a few encounters and never reappear,
disappearing without a trace. These female members joined purely to satisfy their
sexual fantasies of multiple partners, or simply to satisfy their curiosity and experience the thrill
of group sex . It became increasingly common for them to join a few times, have their fun, and then leave to return to their families and normal lives. The positive aspect of this
change was that everyone gradually began to separate their group activities from their personal relationships.
No one loved the three female members as intensely as the three of us who were the initial administrators.

After Huan Jun Mingzhu left, Nan Hai Shisan Lang's private manor in Nan Hai was quiet for a while, but
soon , a female member from Hong Kong with the online name Hua Jie filled her place, and it became lively again.
After Hua Jie came Yu Tu Jie from Jiangmen, then a young woman from Dongguan, a beauty from Zhuhai, a girl from Yuexiu District in
Guangzhou ...

I visited Nan Hai a few times when Hua Jie and Yu Tu Jie were there. Nan Hai Shisan Lang's private manor was
indeed very beautiful. Before each of us group members arrived, he would
give the security guards, cleaners, and gardeners a day off, so the entire manor was just us, making it very quiet.

The lychee trees in the garden haven't been pruned for a long time, and their branches and leaves have been growing wildly, making
the lychee forest look very lush and dense. However, Nan Hai Shisan Lang said that lychee trees that are not pruned rarely produce lychees
, and even if they do, they are sour. Once I picked one to eat, and sure enough, it was sour and bitter, just like the life of
us group sex lovers, always sour and bitter.

The fish ponds are not big, and they are mainly stocked with tilapia, carp, and some miscellaneous fish that are common in the south.
Sometimes we will go fishing first, then have a barbecue, and finally start making love. 02-19
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Sister Hua is a Hong Kong woman, nearly forty years old, and has maintained a particularly good figure. Her Cantonese has a very
strong Hong Kong accent, and she always likes to use some English words. She is a rare female member in the Guangzhou circle of the group who always goes out to play.
One of her characteristics was that she preferred to have one woman with about ten men, never sharing with other female members for two women against
n men, or three women against n men. Sister Hua especially loved outdoor sex, so every time we finished a barbecue, we'd simply spread a large plastic sheet

on the grass by the fishpond , then lay down sheets and pillows, and we'd take off Sister Hua's clothes and start making love. Sister Hua wasn't particularly attractive; she was quite voluptuous, even a little overweight, but unlike many Hong Kong women, she didn't wear heavy makeup. Most of the time she was bare-faced, without even drawing her eyebrows. She loved wearing perfume; I don't know what brand it was, but it had a very peculiar scent— a strong, mature woman's fragrance, like the scent of ripe apples. Sister Hua taking us out for outdoor sex was definitely a unique experience. While we were having sex with her, the blue sky and white clouds were lush green fishpond was beside us, the dense lychee groves were in the distance, and further still, the famous Xiqiao Mountain range. The scent of grass was wonderful, a natural fragrance, and making love amidst such beauty felt truly amazing. The most unforgettable time was when, halfway through, Sister Hua suddenly needed to urinate. She was about to put on her shoes and run to the lychee grove to pee, but Nan Hai Shisanlang and I exchanged a knowing glance and jokingly led her to the fishpond . Like the "beautiful urination" games I played with Da Bangchui and Lan Qier in Chengdu, we used our fingers to part Sister Hua's thick labia majora. Her labia were thick and dark, but the inside of her vagina was very pink and tender. She urinated a lot, and the urine dripped onto the water with a "drip-drip" sound, like raindrops splashing on the surface of a fishpond during a summer downpour. After she finished urinating, we used our fingers to open her vaginal opening and stimulated her G-spot and even her urethra from both sides. Our tongues roamed around her earlobes, and she was incredibly excited; this was the first time she'd ever done it this way . Less than two minutes after she finished urinating, she actually orgasmed. We opened her vagina wide, and her vaginal fluid, along with the semen we had already ejaculated inside, gushed out like a flood. The white, sticky vaginal fluid slid down her thighs like urine, dripping into the fishpond and dissolving. Everyone watched silently throughout the whole process; some even stood directly in the shallow fishpond. No one spoke; it was completely quiet except for Sister Hua's exhausted moans. We were all intoxicated. There's a saying that best describes our group life: living in a drunken stupor. We gradually realized that we weren't lacking in female members who loved group sex, multiple partners, or one woman with multiple men, as we thought . They were just more concerned with social morality and more bound by family responsibilities than men. If there were a relatively safe channel , they would be willing to come out and wholeheartedly enjoy it a few times without any regrets, then disappear, keeping this experience as a precious and memorable sexual experience in their hearts. The exemplary power of returning the pearl to its rightful owner is boundless. This is why our small circle in Guangzhou, in the later stages of its development, surpassed other circles, even those in Beijing, in terms . Later, members from Shanghai and even Shanxi flew to Guangdong to participate in activities. At its peak, the Guangzhou circle even achieved the legendary feat of two women against thirty-one men—but that's another story. PK Malatang once made a classic comment about our shared hobby: "What's wrong with group sex? What's wrong with multiple partners ? What's wrong with one woman against n men? Some women like to have sex with men, and some women like to have sex with other women. Some people like to ejaculate vaginally, and some like to have anal sex. Aren't these all accepted by society? What's the difference between group sex and these other forms of sexual activity? Isn't it just a way of having sex? As long as safety and health are guaranteed, why should women feel guilty? Why can't they participate?" Perhaps some people will bring up social morality with us, which may be considered "immoral." But we really want to ask, does this society still have any "morality" left? We're not stealing, robbing, murdering , or selling counterfeit milk powder that kills children, we're not embezzling or accepting bribes, we're not harming the country or its people. We're just using our own bodies, not engaging in sex work. Is that "immoral"? Don't say we're too morbid; there are far more morbid people and things than we are… I've talked too much about my own family's mess, I seem to have gone off-topic. Let's get back to BJ and his group in Beijing ! While I was suffering in Guangzhou, they were having a blast in Beijing, PK Malatang was even a bit too happy to leave. The second group activity in Beijing, specifically for PK Malatang, started on October 1st. This time, BJ Happy borrowed a friend's villa for three days because of the National Day holiday, and everyone who came to visit had a three-day break. This was also PK Spicy Hot Pot's idea; since she finally had a chance to visit Beijing, she wanted to make the most of it. She even thought three days was too short. Since they couldn't gather enough people, BJ Happy and Big Stick had to compensate her by giving her as much time as possible. Originally, BJ Happy planned to drive PK Spicy Hot Pot and Big Stick to Yanqing first, and then Duck Man would drive to Xizhimen to pick up Scholar, Caterpillar, and A Yong. They would then meet in Yanqing for lunch, explore the city, and then head to the villa in the evening. However, PK Spicy Hot Pot wanted to meet , so they all rode in Duck Man's car. Duck Man's Toyota 12-seater arrived at the hotel early to pick up BJ Happy, Big Hammer, and PK Spicy Hot Pot . After finishing the preparations, Big Hammer, who had been spending all his time at the hotel with BJ Happy and PK Spicy Hot Pot, became very familiar with them. When it was time to leave, a small argument occurred. PK Spicy Hot Pot insisted on taking her precious suitcase, but BJ Happy wouldn't let her. They argued for a while, and Big Hammer tried to smooth things over, but in the end, he couldn't persuade PK Spicy Hot Pot, and she ended up putting her precious suitcase in the trunk. Scholar, Caterpillar, and A Yong got into the car at Xizhimen. PK Spicy Hot Pot sat in the middle of the back seat, with Scholar and Caterpillar on either side of her, and BJ Happy and A Yong in the middle row. Duck Man drove, and Big Hammer sat in the front passenger seat. At first, everyone was a little shy and hesitant to talk, especially the two college students in the back, who remained silent , all looking at PK Spicy Hot Pot. "Scholar, how old are you?" "20." "And you, Caterpillar, how old are you?" "21." "Haha! Two little brats."

"Scholar, Caterpillar, do you like me?" This spicy "sister" was something the two teenagers
had never experienced before .

PK Spicy Hot Pot and Empty Valley Orchid were two completely different types of women. The Scholar and Caterpillar participated in their first
activity . Empty Valley Orchid felt a special pity for them and Ah Jian, always able to satisfy their, even
slightly excessive, sexual demands. This pity, though driven by lust, had a hint of motherly affection.

PK Spicy Hot Pot simply liked the two young men; her mouth was practically watering, she wished she
could swallow them whole. She immediately started flirting with the two boys.

"Yes."

"What do you like about me?"

"I'm so womanly," the Scholar couldn't answer, but Caterpillar thought for a moment and said.

"Femininity, haha! Ahahaha..." PK Malatang laughed uncontrollably. "What is femininity?
Do you little brats even know?"

"Sis, then tell me what femininity is?"

"Femininity is..." Ugh, PK Malatang has the nerve to talk about femininity? She's practically lacking
in femininity herself. BJ Happy and Big Stick had been with her for several days and knew her temperament well;
they almost burst out laughing.

"Tonight, I'll show you what femininity is."

"Sis, your boobs are so big!" The two boys were getting aroused by PK Malatang's teasing and started to
get a little brazen.

"Really? Bigger than your girlfriend's?"

"No, we don't have girlfriends yet."

"Sis, do you have a husband?"

"Yeah, a little stutterer. Hehe!"

"Does he like you hanging out with us?"

"Yes, he wants to come and play with us too! Too bad he doesn't have time."

"Then let all seven of us be your husbands today!"

"Okay! Do you want to touch my boobs?"

"Yes."

"Dream on, hehe! Want to touch them? Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"I like big dicks, show me how big yours are, if I like them, I'll let you touch
them."

"Sigh..." The two boys thought for a moment, then, hesitantly, revealed their dicks.

"Hahahaha! No wonder your online name is Caterpillar, it really looks like a little worm." PK Spicy Hot Pot laughed
so hard he bent over .

"Hmm, the scholar's is not bad, he looks like a man."

"Sis, can we touch him now?"

"Are you guys in such a hurry? Can't I let you touch him tonight?"

"Let's take a look now!"

"Okay, can you unhook my bra?"

"Yes."

"Then be gentle, don't break it."

The scholar and the caterpillar unhooked PK Mala Tang's bra, each playing with one of her large
breasts .

"Sis, can we kiss a few times?"

"Sure! But I have a condition."

"What condition?"

"You have to behave well tonight and make me feel good."

"Okay." The two boys each sucked on one of her breasts. PK Mala Tang is the kind of woman who has no inhibitions about sex. I've never seen her shy

in front of us group sex enthusiasts . She never hides her sexual desire. A woman like her can ignite the lust of all men in an instant. In the car, she completely ignored the other men. Ah Yong and the "duck-like hunky guy" had never seen such a stunning woman before, and their penises immediately became erect . The "duck-like hunky guy" almost drove the car into a ditch. PK Spicy Hot Pot had a great time with the two college students the whole way. Luckily, the "duck-like hunky guy's" car had tinted windows that allowed people to see out, but not vice versa. Otherwise , if their blatant behavior in the back seat had been seen by other cars, there would have been many traffic accidents on the way to Yanqing. After arriving in Yanqing and having lunch, since PK Spicy Hot Pot hadn't been to the Badaling Great Wall yet, BJ Happy drove the "duck-like hunky guy's" car to take her there for an afternoon, while the others stayed in Yanqing to wander around. They to have dinner together afterward and then head to the villa. "Brother, why did Meng Jiangnu cry so hard that the Great Wall collapsed?" "Because of Qin Shi Huang's tyranny, he forcibly conscripted laborers to build the Great Wall. Her husband, Fan Xiliang, was captured and forced to work on it, eventually dying at the foot of the Great Wall. Meng Jiangnu traveled thousands of miles to find him, but only found his remains. She cried loudly, and Heaven, moved by her devotion, pushed down the Great Wall. She's a famous female hero in China; there's a classic scene in Peking Opera." "What kind of female hero is she!" " Don't talk nonsense." "The man is dead, what's there to cry about? My little stutterer and brother, if you died, I'd go with you crying? Can crying bring the man back? What's the use if the Great Wall collapses and the man doesn't come back?" Brrr... PK Malatang wasn't particularly interested in the Great was packed with people. The two of them only walked around briefly and returned to Yanqing City around 6 PM. After dinner, they drove to the villa. The weather was a bit chilly, so this time everyone skipped the swimming and water play. Everyone a group swim before starting, but she didn't. She just pulled up a chair in the lobby, sat down, and watched the men, smiling without saying a word. BJ Happy assumed she was tired from climbing the Great Wall and was taking a break, so he didn't say anything and told everyone to take a shower. When the men returned, completely naked except for bathrobes, PK Spicy Hot Pot was still sitting there, grinning. "Scholar, Caterpillar, come here," the two college students called out. "You've already played with my boobs, do you want to see what's down there?" "Now? I haven't showered yet, have I?" Boom... "Didn't you ask me what womanhood is on the bus today? I'll show you two what womanhood is now. Want to see, or not?" "Yes." PK Spicy Hot Pot casually pulled down her pants and threw them on the ground. The men all gathered around. Big Stick had a rather heavy taste; he picked up PK Spicy Hot Pot's underwear first and smelled it. There was some feminine discharge and white discharge on it.

The scholar, the caterpillar, and the secluded orchid had already participated in a group activity once, so they were quite
familiar with . However, playing like this still felt incredibly new. PK Spicy Hot Pot spread her legs wide open;
she was sitting on a chair, so the scholar and the caterpillar had to half-squat to see her vagina. They were very close to her
vagina , their noses almost touching PK Spicy Hot Pot's flesh.

They gently pulled apart PK Spicy Hot Pot's labia majora. Compared to the secluded orchid's vagina, PK
Spicy Hot Pot's vagina was characterized by being very wet and moist. Because of walking along the Great Wall for half a day, there was a sweaty smell down there. This sweaty smell,
combined with the unique odor of a woman's genitals, and even a hint of urine, blended together, smelling somewhat
foul, but also very special, with a unique stimulating feeling. It was erotic, but not disgusting. The odor PK
Malatang smelled strange wasn't offensive; on the contrary, the scholar and the caterpillar quickly became familiar with it
and even liked it.

"Sis, what's that smell?"

"It's a woman's smell! Hahaha!" Ugh... what PK Malatang meant by "woman's smell" was
the smell of a woman's unwashed genitals.

Not only were the scholar and the caterpillar interested in the feminine scent of her vagina, but even experienced men like the male prostitute, Big Stick,
and A-Yong were fascinated by this method. PK Malatang's vagina had small white specks, which were dried white granules formed from a mixture of

vaginal discharge, sweat, and vaginal secretions. The inner flesh of PK Malatang's vagina was very red and soft; when you touched it with your fingers, it felt incredibly soft and warm—a very comfortable sensation. The scholar and the caterpillar each used two fingers to pull open PK Malatang's vaginal opening. Being young and careless , they used too much force, and PK Malatang let out a muffled groan as their fingers stretched her vaginal opening into a small quadrilateral . A stream of fresh, white, sticky discharge flowed slowly from PK Malatang's vagina as the caterpillar manipulated it. Unable to resist the stimulation, the scholar said, "Sister, can I taste your discharge?" PK Malatang absorbed in the waves of pleasure, simply nodded. The caterpillar moved aside, and the scholar licked away PK Malatang's discharge bit by bit. Strangely, PK Malatang, who usually disliked excrement, didn't feel disgusted at that moment; instead, she felt a surge of sexual desire. After licking away the discharge inside PK Malatang's vagina, the scholar returned the space to the caterpillar. The caterpillar's method of licking pubic hair differed from the scholar's focus on the vagina. He began by kissing the outer base of the labia majora. PK Malatang's labia majora lacked fine pubic hair at the outer base, but had some fine pores. This area of dense flesh was extremely sensitive and delicate, and PK Malatang felt incredibly pleasurable from the stimulation of his tongue. The caterpillar slowly licked the two labia majora, then the inner vulva, clitoris, and even the urethra, finally reaching the inside of the vagina. After their play, PK Malatang's vagina was thoroughly cleaned, even the pungent, fishy odor had diminished by about 70%. The scholar had already inserted his penis into PK Malatang's mouth, and after licking her pubic hair, the caterpillar also inserted his penis into PK Malatang's vagina. The feeling of being attacked from both above and below always pleases any woman, but the thrusting of two young penises is completely different from others. They don't have much skill; whether it's the one in their mouth or the one in their vagina, they just keep ramming around without any pattern. It's a kind of inexplicable crudeness , but the lack of pattern in the thrusting gives a different kind of surprise. The scholar and the caterpillar, who had previously had group sex with the orchid in the valley, had begun to control their ejaculation a little. Their thrusting coordination also showed some of the skill of the two , and in the end, the two young men ejaculated together after half an hour . Just as the duck hunk and A Yong were about to go up and take over the scholar and the caterpillar's positions, PK Spicy Hot Pot waved his hand and said, "Brother, bring my suitcase in!" The caterpillar looked at her but didn't move. "Then go ahead, big stick brother." Big stick brother looked at the caterpillar and nodded, then took the duck hunk 's car keys and went out. When Big Stick returned, he was carrying PK Spicy Hot Pot's treasure box. Knowing PK Spicy Hot Pot 's intentions, he opened the box and took out a small plastic device. Scholar and Caterpillar had never seen one before, and BJ Happy had only seen it but never played with it, so they didn't know what it was. However, this thing wasn't just familiar to Big Stick, Duck Man, and A Yong; this duck-beak-shaped object was a vaginal speculum. Originally, vaginal speculum weren't considered sex toys, but rather a gynecological medical tool used to dilate a woman's vagina. When the vagina was dilated to a certain extent, doctors could see inside, up to the cervix. It was generally used to treat vaginal inflammation or cervical inflammation. However, in today's highly developed sex industry, vaginal speculum has long become a specialized sex toy, satisfying men's voyeuristic tendencies and women's desire for a fuller, more enlarged vagina. In our neighboring country , Japan, a nation known for its collective perversion, the use of vaginal speculum has become rampant. The vagina of PK Malatang, opened with a speculum, was still filled with the scholar's thick semen. It was the first time had ever seen a woman's vagina filled with a man's thick semen. The white semen dripped and swirled around the hemispherical cervix of PK Malatang. "Scholar, do you see that? This is your semen at my cervix. The sperm will slowly enter my uterus , and some will enter my fallopian tubes, where they will meet the eggs released from my ovaries. One of the sperm will combine with my egg, and then it will develop into an embryo, and the embryo will develop into a baby. People say pregnancy lasts ten months; I will carry you for ten months to give birth to your child. When I give birth, that big baby will come out of my vagina and into the world. This process will be very painful for me; the pain of childbirth is the greatest , but it is also the sweetest pain." "Sister, my child?" The scholar panicked; he was still just a 20-year-old boy. "But none of that will happen, don't worry. Your sperm won't get me pregnant because I've already taken medication . I have sex with you because I enjoy having sex with many men, I enjoy group sex, but I will only have children for the one I love. Scholar, hobbies and life are two different things; you need to learn to distinguish between them. In the future, there will be many women like me..."

"When someone makes love to you and lets you ejaculate inside your vagina, it's like seeing your semen on my cervix. But
only the woman who loves you will have children for you and do everything for you. Scholar, that woman is your
woman. Remember to treat her well for the rest of your life."

"Sister, who do you love? Who do you want to have children for, your husband?"

"Yes! I'll give my husband a little stutterer in the future, hehe! But there's another man I love
, and I'll definitely give him a son in the future. I'm willing to do anything for the person I love."

BJ Happy felt that at that moment, PK Spicy Hot Pot's gaze was burning hot, and she felt as if she were being
roasted by fire .

After PK Spicy Hot Pot finished showering, she continued playing group sex games with everyone, but ever since playing with the vaginal speculum, she
had never touched that precious box again.

Just like the first time they played at Konggu Youlan, everyone had a great time. Each person ejaculated inside PK
Malatang 's vagina at least four times. It wasn't until late at night that the seven of them, exhausted, fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, PK Malatang unusually got up very early and made breakfast for everyone:
a toast, a sausage, and a fried egg
for each person. This simple breakfast took them an hour to eat because no one was dressed. PK Malatang took turns sitting
on each person's lap, and each person would insert their penis into her vagina from behind.

Everyone ate breakfast while having sex. And it wasn't just eating breakfast; even while making or receiving
phone calls, PK Malatang and everyone else were still in a state of having sex. As PK Malatang said
, life is life, and sex is sex. Making sex like living life, and living like making sex,
is the highest level of group sex.

For three days, PK Malatang and the seven men were having sex constantly, even while eating breakfast,
lunch , dinner, and showering. Almost every hour, a thick stream of semen entered her vagina. This
feeling of fulfillment was wonderful, and every day, Big Hammer, A Yong, and PK Malatang could come up with new sexual techniques.

Three days wasn't long or short, but in a daze, everyone became accustomed to the group sex life,
as ordinary as living at home, yet satisfying, as if they were truly PK Malatang's husbands. And PK
Malatang truly felt like the only wife in the family, occasionally throwing tantrums, but genuinely loving everyone.
Each person's sexual desires were satisfied through every moment of sex in their daily lives.
This feeling of happiness wasn't much different from a real monogamous family life, and this group sex
family life was the life we wanted.

After the gathering on October 3rd, PK Malatang stayed in Beijing for two more days. BJ Kuaile
had been urging her to return to Chongqing, worried that CQ Suancaiyu would be concerned if she stayed too long, even though PK Malatang
talked to him on the phone for at least two hours every day.

On the day she left, BJ Kuaile took PK Malatang to the airport alone. On the way, seeing a trash can, PK
Malatang asked him to pull over and open the trunk. BJ Kuaile thought she was going to open her suitcase to get
something, but instead, she pulled her precious suitcase out of the trunk, threw it next to the trash can,
ran back to the car, closed the door, and said to BJ Kuaile, "Let's go!"

"Sis, what are you doing..."

"Brother, I just realized that you really hate it when I play those things. Just like in the group chat, you've always been
accommodating me, brother, I understand. I won't play those things anymore, for you, brother, from now on I'll only play
the ways we like to play."

"But, they're all your treasures."

"Brother, if you don't like something, it's not my treasure, so it's trash!"

At the airport, the two were as reluctant to part as a couple. When she left, PK Malatang didn't cry:
"Brother, don't be sad. I'll go back and spend two days with Xiaojieba, and I'll come back to see you again. How about this
, I'll spend half a month in Chongqing with Xiaojieba and half a month in Beijing with you, okay? Or I can
talk to Xiaojieba and we can both move to Beijing and live together..."

After passing through security, PK Malatang was still reluctant to leave BJ Kuaile. BJ Kuaile heard her turn around and shout
something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. PK Malatang shouted it again, quite loudly. This time BJ Kuaile heard
it. She shouted: "Brother, I want to have a child for you!"

The air conditioning in the airport was very strong, but BJ Kuaile suddenly broke out in a
sweat. He felt sticky and uncomfortable, but what was even wetter was his eyes. It was a struggle for this 1.8-meter-tall man to
hold back his tears.

BJ Kuaile took out his phone and sent me a private message on QQ: "Come to Beijing, I want to see you."

Upon receiving BJ Kuaile's message, I immediately decided to go to Beijing to see him. I asked my manager for annual leave, which he
approved. Then I went home and told my wife that my company was sending me on a business trip, which might take a while. My wife helped me
pack a few changes of clothes, and I quickly packed a suitcase and went to the airport. I bought a ticket and
flew directly to Beijing.

Before takeoff, I told BJ Kuaile my flight number and arrival time.
When I got off the plane and exited the station, I saw a man holding a large sign and waving at me. As I
got closer , I saw three words on the sign: "Ah Xi Zai." This man was
BJ Kuaile, my close friend whom I had known for a long time, though we had never met in person.

I still can't understand how BJ Happy recognized me from among hundreds of departing passengers
at We had never exchanged photos before, and our conversations
had never even touched on each other's appearances.

BJ Happy explained that he had never seen what I looked like, but he sometimes imagined what I
looked like, and I was exactly what he imagined, without a doubt. How did BJ Happy imagine
what I looked like? His explanation was even stranger: I should be very similar to him, not in terms of qualities or
personality , but also in appearance. He said seeing me was like looking in a mirror.

Why do people look in mirrors? Because only through a mirror can people see themselves clearly. Seeing the world
clearly isn't difficult; the hardest thing is seeing oneself clearly. I am BJ Happy's mirror, and he
is mine. When we try to understand each other, we actually understand more about our own
hearts.

Many people have said that BJ and I look very alike, even his
sister said so when we visited together. But I've always felt we don't resemble each other.
We about the same height, I'm 179 cm, and he's probably between 180 and 181 cm. We're both
on the thin side, appearing tall and slender. His skin is very fair, even fairer than many women's. His
eyes and brows are beautiful; he's a very handsome man. My skin is typical of Guangdong men
—not too fair, not too dark. My nose is a bit high, and my lips are quite thick. My appearance
is only average.

What truly makes us look alike is the aura between our brows. Honestly, it's hard to describe this
aura ; it's a melancholic, or perhaps helpless, repressed, and rational aura. This aura isn't
something you can fake or learn; it's innate,
an outward .

Our auras are similar, not identical. I always lack one thing: the look in our eyes. BJ's
happy eyes always possess an elusive, almost poetic, romantic quality, reminiscent of a scholar, artist, or even a poet
. It's a beauty of utmost sincerity and genuine emotion, a unique charm that's both unrestrained and deeply affectionate. This
romance, this unique charm, is the most lethal weapon for many women.

When I got in the car, I called Da Bangchui.
He was very surprised and excited by my sudden visit and invited us to have dinner together that afternoon.

BJ didn't take me to the hotel; instead, he took me directly to his house to drop off my luggage. This
completely violated our group's confidentiality policy. Normally, we group members don't meet at our own homes,
but rather at hotels or teahouses. BJ didn't treat me as just another group member we shared a love for; he treated me as
a friend, a rare find in his life. Only two group members, including myself, have ever been to his house.

BJ's house is near Zizhuyuan Park; it's not large, about 100 square meters. His house was
spotless and very tidy. His living room wasn't cluttered with antiques, porcelain, or paintings by
famous artists , like most Beijing homes do, which tend to be ostentatious. Aside from a recently
hand-painted portrait of a beauty hanging on the right-hand screen wall, the rest of his walls were impeccably clean.

I don't know much about traditional Chinese painting, but I felt that BJ Kuaile's portrait of the beauty possessed a unique, hazy beauty. The
brushwork was meticulous, creating a hazy effect; the viewer could never clearly see the girl's face, like
seeing a beauty through a drizzle, or brushing past a beautiful woman through a fog. The haziness itself was a kind of beauty. His
choice of colors was also very skillful. The girl wore a pink dress; this pink was vibrant yet understated,
not overly exaggerated or prominent, but rather possessed an elegant, even warm, quality.

BJ's Happy House has a relatively spacious living room. There's no TV, just a Sony stereo system.
As an audiophile myself, I knew without even looking that it was incredibly expensive. Next to the stereo was a
record rack with a huge stack of records—all piano pieces, whereas I mostly listen
to heavy metal at home. Our musical tastes are a perfect match for our personalities.

BJ's Happy House is filled with countless orchids of all kinds. I can name some
Phalaenopsis , some Clivia, and even some varieties I don't know the names of. Sitting in his living room
feels like taking a nap in an orchid garden—comfortable, relaxing, like being in nature.

There's also a piano in BJ's living room. My wife studied piano for a while, so I'm
familiar with this one: a Mendelssohn, a famous German brand, known for its excellent sound quality. Later I learned that BJ
Kuai Le was an incredibly talented person; he could paint traditional Chinese paintings, play the piano, and had beautiful handwriting.

BJ Kuai Le also had a slight obsession with cleanliness; the whole house was spotless. Not only the furniture and appliances,
but even the floors were polished so thoroughly they could be used as mirrors. Like me, when I was home, I liked
to clean, wiping the furniture and floors over and over again. BJ Kuai Le said that few men would understand this
almost obsessive cleaning work; only he and I understood. We weren't just cleaning our home, but also
our hearts. He was right; every time I cleaned, my mood became very calm and
peaceful .

"Ah Xi, I'm happy you're coming to Beijing, but my heart is also a little sore." Of course, I knew what Da Bang Chui
was sore about ; my heart was also filled with a bittersweet feeling.

The three of us ate Hubei cuisine. Big Bangchui insisted on serving only the hearty dishes, resulting in a huge table full of food. In the end, we
barely ate anything, but we drank quite a bit. Strangely enough, all three of us were preoccupied with our own worries, yet
we didn't say a word at the table. Big Bangchui, however, started drinking in silence.

That night, Big Bangchui was completely drunk, repeatedly saying the same thing to me: "Ah Xi, you've come. I
should be happy, but why does my heart hurt so much? Why does it hurt so much…"
I knew he wasn't hurting me.

BJ Kuaile found a hotel nearby and booked a room for Big Bangchui. The two of us struggled to carry
the big guy, who was completely drunk, upstairs to sleep before leaving.

That night, BJ Kuaile and I slept side-by-side. Honestly, although my sexual preferences are group sex, one
woman with multiple men, I've never tried sleeping with only one man. But
sleeping with BJ Happy didn't feel strange at all. He's like a brother to me. Homosexuality and pornography are
completely foreign to us.

BJ Happy and I talked about many, many things, until dawn before we went to sleep. I talked about my
childhood in the countryside, my first love, my first time having sex, my first time meeting my current wife,
my children, and even my married life. Of course, I also told him without reservation about my trip to Chengdu with Da Bangchui
, my current family situation, my worries and troubles...

I didn't hide anything, and I didn't need to hold anything back. BJ Happy was the same. He told me about his family's life in the courtyard
house would put his sister to sleep on summer nights and teach her to count stars; how his sister
would wipe his sweat while he played soccer in elementary school; how his sister would plead for him after he was beaten by his father for writing love letters to girls in junior high. He recounted
the hardships he and his sister endured after their parents passed away , his feelings at his sister's wedding, and his nervousness, excitement, and embarrassment during his first time participating in group sex.
Feeling guilty, talking about spicy hot pot, pickled fish... we treated each other like ourselves,
confiding in one another as if conversing with our own hearts. One can hide things from anyone, but
not .

The next day, when I woke up, BJ Happy had already left; he'd gone to work. As I went out into the lobby,
I saw a woman with her back to me carefully watering pots of orchids. I assumed she was a cleaning lady and
didn't pay much attention at first, going to the washroom to wash up.

After I finished washing, I saw the woman kneeling on the floor, diligently wiping it. Her buttocks were raised
high, round and pert, looking particularly alluring. I couldn't see the cleaning lady's face, but I was certain
her figure was incredibly seductive.

"Ah Xi, you came yesterday, right?" The woman I thought was the cleaning lady turned around. She was a
woman wearing black-rimmed glasses, appearing mature and elegant—a rare and beautiful woman.

I had seen her photos before, and to be honest, she was even prettier in person than in the pictures. Her skin was very fair and delicate, she looked to be
in her early thirties, serene and elegant, with a scholarly air—a typical beautiful middle-aged woman from the North. Later, I learned that
there were so many people in the group, and I was the only one who knew where BJ Happy's house was and had ever lived there. Only Konggu Youlan had
a key and could come and go as she pleased.

Aside from mentioning Konggu Youlan to me at the beginning, BJ Happy rarely
talked about . I didn't even know what their relationship was—lovers? Or perhaps just friends with benefits
? At least the focus she showed while cleaning made her seem like the lady of the house. I couldn't let her do all the
work alone, so I grabbed a rag and helped. "Sister Lan, I just arrived yesterday," we
chatted casually as we cleaned.

After finishing, we washed our hands and rested for a while on the sofa in the living room. A clivia plant
has already bloomed, its six tender yellow flowers bursting forth, their fragrance
filling , a truly soothing aroma.

"Ah-Xi, do you like orchids?"

"Yes."

"I like them too, that's why my online name is 'Orchid in a Secluded Valley.' All the orchids here are ones I planted
; some I just bought, others I've had at home for years before moving here
. I come over to take care of them every two or three days."

"Does BJ Kuaile like orchids?"

"He doesn't like flowers and plants; he thinks they attract bugs."

"Then why do you plant so many orchids here?"

"Because I want to bring a touch of orchid fragrance into his life."

"Orchids grow in secluded valleys, their fragrance undiminished by solitude; a virtuous person cultivates morality, their integrity unchanged by poverty." I've
always felt that "Orchid in a Secluded Valley" isn't just about planting orchids in the hall, but about planting flowers directly into
a man 's heart.

"Ah-Xi, are you still tired?"

"No."

"Then let's make love!"

For some reason, our position that day was particularly strange. I placed Kong Gu You Lan on the floor, making her
lie face down, and lifted her buttocks high, like she was wiping the floor. I pulled down her
pants , and I also lay face down, licking her vulva from behind. I forcefully parted her labia majora. Kong Gu
You Lan's vulva was very clean, without any leukorrhea or other vaginal secretions; it was warm and moist.

I gently played with her clitoris, and I smelled the scent of Kong Gu You Lan's genitals.
The scent of Kong Gu You Lan's genitals was completely different from that of my wife and Lan Qi'er. It didn't have that particularly strong, fishy, and pungent smell that women have
. This erotic scent was subtle, mixed with a stronger, more floral fragrance,
like the sweet scent of clivia, which smelled very pleasant and had a very strong aphrodisiac effect.

In the hall filled with the fragrance of clivia, I played with Kong Gu You Lan's vagina for a long time before finally bringing her to her first
orgasm . Rather than describing the uncontrollable flood of her vaginal fluids during our orgasm
as an unstoppable torrent, it was more like a gentle stream, flowing in spurts, like a sullen, mature woman slowly
releasing her pent-up desire.

I swallowed every drop of her vaginal fluid. The oral sex I gave her that day was
a blur in my memory; I couldn't even remember whether we did it like cleaning or like
cleaning.

We made love on the chair next to the piano, something I'd never done before. I
sat on the chair, while Kong Gu You Lan half-squatted on it, her vaginal opening aligned with my glans, and then
she guided my penis slowly into her vagina. Our position was somewhat similar to the lotus position,
the most distinctive feature of which is that the woman controls the entire process; the force, rhythm, and depth
are all controlled by the frequency and strength of her vaginal thrusts.

From oral sex to penetration, I never unbuttoned Kong Gu You Lan's top. Kong Gu You Lan opened her piano
case , and as she played the first note, my thrusting into her vagina began. The
first piece she played was "Ballad of Adeline" by the water, a piece I knew very well, but the feeling of thrusting while
listening was completely different.

The rhythm of the piece was very soothing, leaving a lot of room for imagination. I simply closed my eyes, letting
the music float in my mind. This imaginary pleasure, combined with the real carnal stimulation of penetration, created
a wonderful sensation. I felt like a small boat drifting on a river,
floating gently with the current. The night was dark, and I vaguely saw my beloved sitting by the riverbank, hazy and indistinct
, like Lan Qi'er.

The music, "Orchid in the Valley," shifted continuously, changing styles. One moment I felt like I was sitting with Lan Qi'er
in a late autumn wheat field, the autumn wind blowing, facing the golden waves of wheat; the next, I was sitting by the azure sea,
facing the raging waves; then, I was sitting on a summer night's grass, gazing at the boundless starry sky…

Our thrusting movements were perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the music, sometimes wild, sometimes gentle,
sometimes peaceful. I simultaneously stimulated Orchid's clitoris with my fingers; her expression was one of utter ecstasy, the music and
the stimulation from within her vagina bringing her to multiple orgasms.

I had never experienced such unbridled pleasure, such flights of fancy, such elegant yet undeniably erotic lovemaking.
If someone were to enter BJ's living room at this moment, they would surely find it strange, because all they could hear was the piano music
and see were the two people playing and listening to the piano. The
waves could only be experienced by the two of us.

As the last piece, "Für Elise," faded, we both reached the peak of pleasure.

Afterwards, I lifted Kong Gu You Lan onto the piano table. I spread her thighs, parted her labia majora, and used
four fingers to shape her vaginal opening into a large, wanton "O." I saw my thick semen
slowly flow from her vaginal opening, dripping from the junction of her anus and vagina onto the piano, slowly seeping into the gaps between the
keys .

I had never experienced such elegant and artistic sex; pleasure, an indescribable pleasure, surged through
me. Counting the time, I thrust for nearly an hour before ejaculating, while Kong Gu You Lan had already played
over a dozen pieces. The state of mind I couldn't find at home miraculously returned with Kong Gu Youlan.

Kong Gu Youlan and I made love continuously, even after BJ returned from his blissful return, we were still
making love in the kitchen while cooking soup. I don't know why, but that day I didn't take off Kong Gu Youlan's top. I
really liked how she looked with her black-rimmed glasses and a formal suit, which aroused my desire even more.

Gu Long said that men are the most contradictory creatures; they always want virtuous women to act
like , while simultaneously wanting harlots to act like virtuous women. In my eyes, there's no
distinction between virtuous and harlot women, only between women with high and low libido. A woman like Kong Gu Youlan, who appears elegant and refined yet
maintains a consistently high libido, particularly satisfies me. I even wish my wife could play
the piano well, so we could reach climax together with piano accompaniment.

When I was there, Kong Gu You Lan would come to BJ Kuaile's house every day during the day.
When , she would help me clean, make love, and cook. When BJ Kuaile was home, we would
eat together and play with sandwiches. Sometimes the three of us would lie in BJ Kuaile's big bathtub for a hot
bath, with Kong Gu You Lan between us. We would each play with one of her breasts, spread her legs
wide, and then part her labia, kneading her clitoris and inserting our fingers into her vagina. I admit
I really liked her fragrant, orchid-like scent.

I could never quite figure out the relationship between Kong Gu You Lan and BJ Kuaile; it always
seemed between friends with benefits and lovers. I didn't know when BJ Kuaile developed this strange relationship with her,
nor did I understand what BJ Kuaile liked about her, and what I didn't understand most was why she always left in the evening
.

It was later learned that Kong Gu Youlan had an eight-year-old daughter, and at that time she was going through divorce
proceedings with her husband. Every evening, she would rush to pick her daughter up from school. She spent her evenings
with her daughter, as the divorce proceedings seemed doomed, and custody of their daughter was highly likely to be awarded to her husband. Kong
Gu Youlan could only try to delay the proceedings as much as possible, and spend as much time with her daughter as possible before her husband took her away
.

Kong Gu Youlan and her husband met in Canada. She was a piano performance major, and her husband was a
high-energy physics major. At the time, they were both international students in Canada, and eventually both obtained permanent residency. They
started participating in group sex activities while in Canada. Initially, as a new mother, she was reluctant to participate, finding it
shameful. However, she eventually gave in to her husband's persistent persuasion and participated once. That one time, Kong Gu Youlan
experienced unprecedented sexual pleasure, and from then on, group sex became her lifelong sexual passion, something she never tired of.

Later, both Kong Gu Youlan and her husband returned to China after completing their studies. Her husband, within a few years, rose to the position of professor and head of
the physics department , while she remained unemployed, occasionally teaching piano to children at home.
Kong Gu Youlan gradually became aware of her husband's changes. Initially, they would participate in secret
group sex activities, but her husband went less and less frequently, and his attitude towards his wife's interests grew increasingly contemptuous.

One day, after their daughter went to school, Kong Gu Youlan caught her husband and a female university student in bed together. Only then
did she realize that her husband wasn't a fan of group sex or multiple partners; he simply sought
thrills, and now he found it even more exciting to defile seventeen or eighteen-year-old female university
students.

Divorce was inevitable, but the custody of their daughter became the biggest issue. Legally, daughters are usually
awarded to their mothers, but the despicable man presented a
video he had secretly filmed Kong Gu Youlan engaging in group sex in court, completely siding with the husband.

Having lost both her marriage and her daughter, Kong Gu Youlan was on the verge of collapse. She began frantically seeking
sex and engaging in group sex until she met BJ Kuai Le. She gradually fell in love with this man a few years younger than her.
She didn't want anything from her husband's family; all she wanted were the orchids she had cultivated over the years, which she moved to
BJ Kuai Le's house.

She enjoyed cooking for him, cleaning his house, having sex with him, and participating in group sex with him. Kong
Gu Youlan understood that with this man, she could find warmth and a sense of home. However
, there was never a place for her in BJ Kuai Le's heart. She could plant orchids in his house, but she could never plant
herself in his heart. At that time, Kong Gu Youlan had already decided to leave China, to leave this
place of heartbreak.

I can understand BJ Kuaile's feelings for Konggu Youlan. It's not love, but BJ Kuaile is gradually
getting used to having a woman cook for him, clean his house, and have one-on-one marital sex. Of course
, they share the same interests and can engage in group sex and multi-person sex games. Isn't this the ideal life—a
socially acceptable, couple-style marriage that also
satisfies our desire for group sex and multi-person sex?

I finally understand the biggest difference between BJ Kuaile and me. The pressure of marriage is increasing for me, and
the guilt of emotional and physical infidelity is constantly weighing on my heart. At this time, BJ Kuaile has begun to
yearn for married life, but he's unsure whether he needs an ordinary, mundane
marriage like Konggu Youlan's that satisfies his desires, or a three-person marriage like PK Malatang's, living that kind of...
A married life tolerated by society.

BJ Happy couldn't figure out who he truly loved—was it Kong Gu You Lan, or PK Mala Tang? Perhaps
it wasn't Kong Gu You Lan; he simply enjoyed the feeling of a normal married life with
her . Or perhaps it wasn't PK Mala Tang either. It wasn't out of fear of hurting CQ Suan Cai Yu, but rather that his
hazy, love-like yet sibling-like feelings for her were utterly illusory, a mere delusion.

When I met BJ Happy's sister in person, I understood that neither Kong Gu
You Lan loved. He only loved one person in the world: his own sister.
I kept thinking of the painting of a beautiful woman hanging on his wall. The woman looked like Kong Gu You Lan, yet also like PK
Mala Tang ; in reality, she was neither. The most striking, prominent, and unambiguous element in the painting was
the color of her clothing—pink—which gave the answer. BJ Happy's younger sister has always preferred pink clothes,
wearing only . Unfortunately, the artist, BJ Happy, only saw the beauty, not the color.

During that time, BJ Happy was particularly interested in my family, even showing special concern for my daughter, Mao Mao,
claiming he wanted to be her godfather. My arrival did indeed improve BJ Happy's mood considerably.
When I left, he seemed to have made some decisions.

After staying in Beijing for a few days, when I was about to say goodbye and return to Guangzhou, I received
a private message Duo Long, who had been silent for a long time. It was just one sentence: "Brother, please, Lan Qi'er is sick, very sick
! Please, come and see her!" This message was also sent to Da Bang Chui's number.

When we were discussing things together in the teahouse, Da Bang Chui and I had
a big , and we almost had a falling out.

"Ah Xi, I'm only just realizing this now. You bastard, you're not even a man. You know that? Don't think
you're a man just because you're a bit tall. Let me tell you, you're not a real man. Your sister's so sick, and you
didn't even go to see her. Do you even have any humanity left?" Big Stick got angry with me, his thick Beijing accent mixed with
vulgarities as he hurled insults at me, but I didn't say a word back. He wouldn't understand what I was thinking.

"Big Stick, don't go too far. You're taking advantage of my kindness. This isn't a discussion!
Who are you spewing that filth at? Can you shut up for a second?" Strangely enough, BJ Happy is a few
years younger than Big Stick, and Big Stick usually listens to him, but this time it didn't work either. The three of us parted on bad terms.

"Ah Xi, if you're not going, I have to go. I'm going to see my sister by myself. From now on, when I go to Chengdu, I'll tell my sister
we'll go our separate ways, and we won't know each other anymore." Big Stick huffed and slammed his cup down before leaving.

Since I originally planned to return to Guangzhou the next day, Kong Gu You Lan simply stayed overnight at BJ Kuaile's house and
cooked me a good meal. In her words, BJ Kuaile could play the piano, paint Chinese paintings, grow orchids…
he seemed to know everything, except cooking.

That wasn't untrue; I'd already seen it for myself. On my second day there, he bought me a fish and excitedly made
me a braised fish. It looked like a decent dish, but when I ate it, I realized he was an amateur; he hadn't even
scaled the fish, making me feel nauseous.

Apparently, BJ Kuaile usually didn't cook when he was home alone; he
'd just eat takeout and make do. Kong Gu You Lan cooked all my meals at his house, including a soup every day called pepper and pork tripe
soup, which she specially made for him. He always made do with what he had, and he developed a stomach ailment long ago. This
pepper and pork tripe soup was made by Kong Gu You Lan to warm his stomach, and it took her at least three
hours every day to make it, not including the time spent buying the ingredients at the market.

I always felt that BJ Kuaile's final choice of Kong Gu You Lan as his partner was the wisest one.
Later, I also met PK Mala Tang. She was younger, prettier, and more energetic, and
she had more sexual tricks and was more able to charm men. But there was one thing she was never as good as Kong Gu You Lan in: she didn't know how to
cherish a man, how to take care of a man, or how to love a man. Actually, it's not her fault; she
was someone who couldn't even take care of herself.

Kong Gu You Lan had experienced a heartbreaking failed marriage, and when she fell in love with a man again, she
would cherish him unconditionally, taking care of him in every little detail, and always unconditionally
obeying him.

After a few days, the three of us got to know each other. This familiarity was both spiritual and, of course, physiological
. My feelings for Konggu Youlan were as open and unreserved as my feelings for BJ Kuaile. I
considered her BJ Kuaile's woman, and of course, Konggu Youlan's body was given to me without reservation.

Honestly, I was utterly captivated by BJ Kuaile's living room; it was like a small garden,
filled the faint scents of grass and flowers. We often engaged in a standing "sandwich" position. Rather than a standing
"sandwich" style of intercourse, it was more like a moving or flower-viewing style of sex, as we would
slowly move among the orchids, thrusting our penises into Konggu Youlan's vagina and anus.

Sometimes, the three of us would suddenly stop, all three of us leaning over to smell a pot of
blooming Cymbidium orchids, while my penis remained inside Konggu Youlan's vagina, and of course, BJ Kuaile's penis
remained inside her anus. This way of appreciating orchids, with the feeling of a huge penis filling the depths of both the vagina and anus,
was novel, unique, and even more erotic and beautiful.

This slow-paced, flower-viewing-style 3P activity is more stimulating to a
man . The pleasure experienced is not only carnal but also includes unparalleled spiritual
joy. These romantic 3P experiences were unprecedented and unparalleled for me, because in the years that followed,
I could never find a male playmate with the poetic temperament of BJ Happy, nor
a woman with the artistic temperament of Konggu Youlan.

Konggu Youlan didn't like one-on-one rotations; she would always play 3P when all three of us were present.
Among the three of us, Konggu Youlan had the most experience in group sex; she was already playing one-woman
-to-many-men sex games in Canada.

She had a particularly deep understanding of this kind of play. She once said that group sex was like what? Like
her lifelong hobby and work, playing the piano. On the piano keyboard, you play one note, which represents one
person; you play another note, which represents another person; one man having sex with one woman is like playing two notes.
Even if you make love a thousand or ten thousand times, it's just simple repetition, just noise. It can't
form rhythm, melody, or a complete movement. Group sex, on the other hand, is like all the notes
participating together. Different methods create different rhythms, various techniques create the melody, and a perfect sexual
experience is a perfect movement in life.

Some might ask, why do we prefer one woman to n men, rather than n
women and n men, or multiple women and one man? Actually, every method has its scientific basis. Women's bodies are different from
men's ; they are more difficult to satisfy sexually, especially women over their thirties. There's a saying,
"Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty can suck the earth dry."

And after thirty, a man's sexual ability declines linearly; many men even
become , leading to a "not being satisfied" issue for the wife. This necessitates a
method of n men to one woman to solve the problem of male sexual stimulation and the woman's so-called "not being satisfied." As for other
group sex methods, for example, one man having sex with seven women, how many men can ejaculate
seven times ? And for many women, having sex seven times in one night isn't a big deal.

We made love all night, the three of us constantly ejaculating into Kong Gu You Lan's vagina. As
dawn approached, we finally reached our climax. We both spread Kong Gu You Lan's legs wide.
For some reason, even BJ's post-coital pleasure habits were so similar to mine. We always found it very interesting to look at
Kong Gu You Lan's vaginal opening, which was dripping with the essence of our three loves. We used our fingers to
gently push out the mixture of our semen and her vaginal fluids, the feeling of satisfaction even surpassing the sex itself.

Finally, the beauty-loving Kong Gu You Lan even inserted a small orchid into her vaginal opening.
A beautiful and elegant orchid was inserted into her slightly swollen, red vaginal opening, while vaginal fluids
continued to flow out. I began to understand why she was called "Orchid in the Valley." This woman
was an elegant orchid blooming in a valley of lust, in a world of decadent group sex. The three of us
rested together, chatting happily for a while.

Both Orchid and I were married, and
she, currently going through a divorce, had a deeper understanding of our marital lives. Actually, that man had given her a choice: give up that particular kind of sex, and he
could have saved her marriage. Of course, this promise wasn't necessarily sincere. What happened later was that
man becoming obsessed with the more exciting sex of seventeen or eighteen-year-old female college students, treating her as
a decorative object . But even an insincere promise was still a promise; it could at least maintain the marriage on the surface. But
Orchid resolutely persisted in her sexual desires, willing to destroy her family.

I, Ah-Xi, for the sake of my sexual desires, could never bring myself to abandon my family. I can't abandon my
wife to run off to Chengdu and form a family of four with Duo Duolong, Lan Qi'er, and Da Bangchui,
living a happy life of group sex—that's the life I want, but I really can't do it.

For my second trip to Chengdu, I've already decided to go. I know it's wrong, but going this time
will undoubtedly deepen our relationship with Lan Qi'er, like a drug. Our interactions
will become more frequent, and Da Bangchui and I will become hopelessly addicted.

We both still have our own families to support, and the biggest victim of this relationship is undoubtedly the poor Duo Duolong, who suffers from erectile
dysfunction Our presence is eroding his marriage with Lan Qi'er.
If we were heartless and didn't show up in Chengdu, perhaps resentment and disappointment could help Lan Qi'er completely forget us
.

Humans are emotional beings; for love, we often do
things we know are wrong, yet stubbornly insist on doing them. BJ Happy said that although I seem like a rational and self-controlled person, I
'm actually a typical example of someone who's cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He could tell that my passion for Lan Qi'er was no less than Big Bang's, just expressed
differently.

"You've been here for several days, haven't you called home yet?" Han, Kong Gu You Lan's question reminded me.
I'd been away for several days and had completely forgotten to call and let them know I was safe. The problem was, I hadn't received
a single . In fact, Kong Gu You Lan and BJ Happy had already realized that my family was broken.

My wife and I were both struggling to maintain the facade of harmony. No woman would
accept the explanation that her husband was asking if the trash had been taken out while they were having sex,
and no woman would accept her husband's frequent business trips that lasted for days without a word... My
wife was just pretending not to care, but how long could this feigned harmony last? We were both too tired
.

The underlying issues of these family matters weren't considered by me at the time, as my mind was completely preoccupied with Lan Qi'er.
Because of Lan Qi'er, BJ Kuaile and Konggu Youlan didn't point them out to me. BJ
Kuaile later regretted this; perhaps if he had pointed them out then, I would have given up the trip to Chengdu, and at least then there would have been a glimmer of hope
to save my family.

The next day, I bought a ticket for the morning flight to Chengdu, and both BJ Kuaile and Konggu Youlan saw me
off at the airport. On the way, I called home. My wife answered, and we didn't say much, just
a few casual words. Finally, she said, "Xizi, take care of yourself while you're away."

When we were deeply in love, my wife liked to call me Xizi. That day, she suddenly called me Xizi again. It had been years
since I'd heard it, and it felt strange, but it truly stirred up the feelings I had for my wife back when we were deeply in love. Of course, this one
"Xizi" wouldn't make me give up my second trip to Chengdu.

After saying goodbye to BJ Happy and Empty Valley Orchid and passing through security, I arrived at the departure hall and saw Big
Bang Chui sitting there, head down, seemingly lost in thought. I walked over and sat down next to him
, deliberately making a lot of noise.

The noise startled Big Bang Chui, and when he looked up and saw it was me, he was surprisingly calm, without any
surprise . He smacked his lips and said, "Damn! You little brat, still..."

When we arrived at Chengdu Shuangliu International Airport, it was the same driver, the same Buick,
already waiting for us. All the way, Big Bang Chui kept urging the driver to go faster, almost speeding several times.
I knew Big Bang Chui was eager to see Lan Qi'er; to be honest, I was anxious too.

We arrived at the entrance of the community where Duoduolong and Lanqier lived around noon. As soon as we got out of the car,
Dabangchui dismissed the driver and the Buick. We climbed up their building and rang the doorbell for ages, but
no one answered.

We were in such a rush to get to Chengdu that we'd both forgotten to tell Duoduolong beforehand. I called Duoduolong's
cell phone, and after a while, he answered: "Brother, you're here? What? Brother Bangchui is here too?
I'm at the hospital with Lanqier! Are you waiting at the door? Okay, I'll go back and open the door for you now."

We waited until 1:30 PM before Duoduolong finally returned home, drenched in sweat. Duoduolong
looked much older than when we last visited, and his spirits were low; he was exhausted. Before we even entered the house, Big Bangchui wanted to
take to the hospital to see Lan Qier. I stopped him: "Big Bangchui, it's already noon. Shouldn't our sister rest?
Besides, our brother just got back; he needs to rest and catch his breath too. We're not in a rush."

"Little brother, have you eaten?"

"Not yet!"

"How about this, I'll cook for us all first, then your brother and I will go buy some things for our sister.
You can take them to the hospital this afternoon and tell her we're here and she can wait for us at home, okay?"

At noon, I didn't let Duoduolong do anything. I cooked a meal myself. It was actually quite simple:
two dishes, a pork rib and winter melon soup, and some scrambled eggs. Our mood was different from the last time we came. This time, neither
Big Bangchui, Duoduolong, nor I were really in the mood to eat; we were just trying to fill our stomachs.

"Brother, what's wrong with our sister? Why is it so serious?"

"The doctor said it's anorexia. Actually, ever since you left last time, Lan Qi'er hasn't been able to eat much.
At her worst, she would vomit everything she ate. Last week, I saw her losing clumps of hair, and I panicked and took her to
the hospital ."

"How are you taking care of your wife?" Big Bang couldn't help but complain to Duo Duo Long.

"Brother, I'm sorry, but Lan Qi'er... she misses you all. She didn't want me to tell you,
saying she was afraid it would affect your lives. If I hadn't been forced into this situation, I wouldn't have told you..."
Duo Duo Long rambled on, like a child who had done something wrong. Big Bang had nothing to say to him.

"Brother, you should rest for a while. Your brother Bang and I will go out and buy some things for Lan Qi'er. After we
come back and have dinner, you can go to the hospital to bring Lan Qi'er food, okay?" After dinner, regardless of whether Big Bang
wanted to or not, I dragged him out to buy things.

The things I bought for Lan Qi'er were different from what Big Bangchui bought. He bought royal jelly, Ganoderma lucidum oral liquid,
packets of nutritional supplements, and some high-end fruits. But I first went to the pharmacy and bought a small
packet of angelica, goji berries, ginseng, astragalus... Then I went to the market. I didn't mind the fuss; I
picked out ducks one by one. I wanted to buy a several-year-old female duck, and it had to be a grain duck. I wanted to
make a clear stewed old duck soup. This soup is the most nourishing and invigorating soup. At that time, I really didn't know
what else I could do for Lan Qi'er besides making her a pot of nourishing soup.

I also bought a fish, some pork ribs, and some vegetables for a bowl of rice. The three men in the family
managed to make do for lunch, but dinner couldn't be rushed. Big Bangchui and I didn't care, but Duoduolong had to
eat something good, otherwise, in this state, he would have to stay in the hospital before Lan Qi'er was discharged.

I spent the entire afternoon making that soup. I carefully rinsed the Chinese herbs several times, and
patiently , not missing even the smallest feathers on the wingtips. That pot of nourishing soup
simmered for over four hours before it was finally ready, and I kept an eye on the heat in the kitchen the whole time.

When was the last time I made nourishing soup like this? When was it? The feeling was so similar. I remembered
, when my wife was in postpartum confinement, I spent several hours every day making her a pot of nourishing
soup like this. That feeling was tiring yet blissful; I hadn't felt that way in a long time. This time was different. On my
first day in Chengdu, I actually felt a little homesick. After

the three of us men finished dinner, I carefully packed the prepared nourishing soup into the soup container from Duoduolong's place
. The three of us, along with the huge pile of nutritional supplements that Dabangchui had bought, and of course, the large container of nourishing soup,
went to the hospital with Duoduolong. Dabangchui wanted to call his Buick to pick us up, but we thought it was too much trouble, so we simply took a taxi
.

Lan Qier was hospitalized in the inpatient department of the First People's Hospital of Chengdu. Her ward was on the 8th floor, so we all went up to the 8th floor
. I said to Duoduolong, "Brother, take everything inside and tell Lan Qier that we've all come to Chengdu
and are waiting at home for her to recover so she can come home. Her brother Bangchui and I are waiting for her at home, but we can't come to the hospital
to see her right now."

"Brother Xi, Brother Bangchui, aren't you two going in?"

"Yes, we'll just look at her from outside. Give us the room key now, and we'll
go back first."

"Xi, we're already at the door, why aren't we going in? Our sister wants to see us! Why don't you stay
outside, and I'll go in with you?"

"Brother Bangchui, how can you be so inconsiderate? If we go in, there are so many people in the ward. What will we look like with that
couple ? This isn't home. We know our relationship, but
outside, people will gossip. If we leave by plane, our brother and sister still have to live here
!" I grabbed him.

We stood outside the ward, watching through the glass as Duoduolong brought the things inside and
placed them on the coffee table beside Lan Qier's bed.

Even though Dabangchui and I were looking through the window, and Lan Qier's bed was at
the farthest point from the window, we could still see how haggard she looked. Her face was
much thinner, her complexion yellowish; the rosy glow she had when we first met was completely gone.
Her hair was thinning, and she looked listless in her hospital gown.

Duoduolong opened the soup container and ladled some soup for his wife, but Lan Qier shook her head, meaning
she didn't want to eat and had no appetite. Duoduolong poured the soup back into the container and whispered a few words to her, but she still shook her
head. Finally, Duoduolong pointed to the window where we were standing, and Lan Qier looked in the direction he was pointing. This time, she
saw us outside.

Lan Qi'er didn't ask Duo Duolong to feed her the soup; she picked up the spoon herself and scooped up a spoonful. She drank it...
Slowly, she first smelled the aroma of the soup, savoring each sip.
Whether it was because the soup was too hot or because her eyes were itchy,
tears streamed down her face as she drank, falling drop by drop into the steaming broth.

We watched Lan Qi'er finish the soup before leaving the hospital. Duo Duolong, who had to stay
at the hospital that night to care for his wife's IV drip, didn't go home. When we left the hospital, I was fine, but when I turned to look at Da
Bangchui, this burly man, his face was covered in tears, just like Lan Qi'er's.

For the next few days, I tried different ways to nourish Lan Qi'er. I brewed various tonics from morning till night
, including red date and free-range chicken soup, yam and tortoise soup… Da Bangchui wasn't much help. He was good at cooking elaborate
dishes , but when it came to making tonics, we Cantonese men were the best. He could only assist, sometimes not even
helping at all. "Ah Xi, I never knew you could be so good at taking care of women." Big Hammer was quite impressed with me for a while.

After that, we never went to the hospital again. We were busy every day trying to find ways to nourish Lan Qi'er, while Duo
Duolong stayed with his wife at the hospital every day. He would come back for lunch and dinner, bringing Lan Qi'er's
food and nourishing soup. He would bring good news every day: Lan Qi'er had drunk another big box of soup, she could eat some rice
, she had started eating some duck meat… Lan Qi'er's condition was getting better and better. Actually, anorexia sounds serious,
but once a patient regains their appetite, recovery is only a matter of time.

In the evenings, Big Hammer and I had nothing to do and nothing to talk about. My
relationship with Big Hammer couldn't compare to my relationship with BJ Happy. Although we had only met once, we hit it off immediately.
My relationship with BJ Happy was like that of brothers, even closer than brothers, because
we saw each other as another version of ourselves.

After dinner, the two of us would usually just sit idly in the living room of Duoduolong and Lanqier's house
, watching TV and chatting casually. Sometimes, we'd simply fall asleep watching TV, one on the sofa and the other on the
recliner . Duoduolong and Lanqier's house was still the same house, the living room was still the same living room,
but without the lady of the house, everything felt lonely.

On our fourth day in Chengdu, Lanqier was discharged from the hospital. Dabangchui called the Buick and
Duoduolong to pick her up, while I prepared
a delicious meal at home—a small celebration for Lanqier's discharge.

The three of them returned home at noon. I had carefully prepared a delicious meal, but the four of us ate in
a very somber atmosphere. No one spoke much; even the usually eloquent Big Hammer couldn't crack a joke to
cheer Lan Qi'er up. He just silently kept piling food into her bowl, which was piled
high, while I was busy piling more substantial dishes into Duo Duo Long's bowl. I don't know why, but I felt
as if we had just experienced a brush with death, or perhaps survived a catastrophe. None of the three of us men could bear
to lose Lan Qi'er.

During the afternoon nap, Big Hammer and I carried Lan Qi'er to the main room, and the three of us slept side by side,
just like . But that noon, we did nothing. Because Lan
Qi'er was still very weak after recovering from her illness, we didn't even take off our clothes. We remained silent for a long time.

"Brothers, you really shouldn't have come this time. I told Duoduolong that I couldn't tell the two
brothers what was going on here, otherwise you would have rushed over. Brothers, I'm not trying to be mean, I'm grateful that you care about me
, but you have your own children, your wives, and a whole family to take care of. You can't
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Big Hammer and I remained silent, we really didn't know what to say, the atmosphere was very awkward.

) "Brother, can you sing? Sing me a song!"

"Sis, I can't sing, and I'm not good at it." "

Then, recite a poem for me, we have to do something."

I thought for a moment, I'm a science student, when it comes to poetry, besides "The bright moonlight shines on my bedside, I suspect it is frost on the ground..."
I really couldn't think of any poems I could recite. I thought for a moment and began to recite:

"I would be a rushing stream, a mountain creek, flowing over
rugged paths and rocks... as long as my beloved is a little fish, swimming happily in my waves . I would be a wild forest, on the banks of a river, bravely battling against gusts of wind ... as long as my beloved is a little bird, nesting and singing among my dense branches. I would be ruins, on steep cliffs, this silent destruction does not sadden me... as long as my beloved is green ivy, intimately climbing up my desolate brow . I would be a thatched hut, at the bottom of a deep valley, its roof battered by wind and rain... as long as my beloved is a lovely flame, flickering happily in my hearth . I would be a cloud, a tattered gray flag, lazily drifting in the vast sky ... as long as my beloved is a coral-like sunset, beside my pale face, displaying its vibrant brilliance." "I Wish I Were a Torrent," written by the Hungarian poet Pet?fi Sándor in 1848, is a poem dedicated to his beloved Julia, and is one of the world's most famous love poems. I read this poem in my second year of high school. At that time I was too young to understand love, and I simply found the poem catchy and beautifully written, so I memorized it. But this day, reciting it brought a new meaning to my heart, a deeper understanding of love, and it stirred my emotions. Lan Qi'er and Da Bangchui were hearing this love poem recited for the first time, and they followed along with me, reciting each word : "I wish I were a torrent...for my beloved..." When I finished reciting, I saw Duoduolong standing at the door of the main room, tears streaming down .

After dinner, Big Hammer and I accompanied Lan Qi'er to take a hot bath. We both took off our clothes and
stood naked facing each other. I filled the bathtub with hot water, lay down in it, Lan Qi'er leaned against me, and Big Hammer
stood on the edge. This was like the first time we came to Lan Qi'er's house and played the threesome in the bath, but
the difference was that we didn't have sex. We were just carefully washing Lan Qi'er's body.

I can't describe the whole bathing process. It was a sacred, indescribable, and emotional
act. We didn't perform oral sex, didn't ejaculate, and didn't even kiss. We would caress Lan Qi'er's breasts, but
it was really a massage. We would even pull apart her labia majora, stretching her vaginal opening wide, but it was really
just for cleaning her genitals.

It wasn't an action, but a thought in our minds. At that moment, we had absolutely no erotic or sexual
thoughts . Our penises weren't even erect. It was as if the two of us men just wanted to use all our strength to wash away Lan
Qi'er's illness and the troubles she mentioned. Later, I've had countless group sex sessions
and countless times of swimming together, but I
've never experienced anything like this day's three-person swimming together—completely devoid of sexual feeling, thought, or even desire.

At this point, this novel is nearing its end; "Group Sex—The Life I Want"
is indeed about group sex. But what is group sex? What is its meaning? I think some people are still
confused.

My view is that the focus of group sex isn't on intercourse, mating, or sex—to put it bluntly, it's about making
love. Making love isn't the whole of group sex, nor is it the most important aspect. The group and the life itself are the key.
The group is about people who love each other being together; life is about feelings, about the little things filled with emotion.
I don't know if our second time bathing together at Lan Qi'er's house counts as group sex, but I think it does. The
three of us were happy together, honest with each other, and even without any sex, what does it matter?

Sex, in the end, whether it's one man to one woman, one man to one man, one woman to one woman, n men to
n women, or one woman to n men, is ultimately just the two processes of penetration and intercourse. This novel isn't about
this simple act, but about the people making love, the subtle emotional exchange between them, about our
lives , and our ideal life.

We stayed at Duoduolong and Lanqi'er's house for two weeks, the longest we'd ever stayed there
, and of course, the last. Under the careful care of the three of us men, Lanqi'er's body slowly
recovered, and our sex life finally began four days before we left. Before that, we
showered and slept naked together every day. We even touched each other's genitals. Although
Lanqi'er asked us countless times to have sex with her, Dabangchui and I insisted. Lanqi'er's health was the most important thing;
sex, sometimes, isn't really that important.

For the last four days, just like the first time we visited Lan Qi'er's house, we spent all our time, except for eating and sleeping
, making love frantically and nonstop. We ejaculated all our semen into Lan Qi'er's
vagina . The pleasure from the continuous orgasms was truly wonderful. We felt like we were floating on clouds
, happy and carefree every day.

This time, it was Lan Qi'er who took the initiative to ask us to leave. The morning before we left, we made love until
dawn , cuddling and snuggling together.

"Brother, you should go."

"Let's stay a few more days, just a few more days, okay?" It was Big Stick; he was the one who couldn't bear to part with Lan Qi'er the most.

"No, you've been out for almost two weeks. What will your sister-in-law and children think? You have a responsibility to
them . Brother, you two should go. I love responsible men, not cowardly ones.
Brother, you two have me in your hearts, and I have you in mine too. We love each other, and that
's enough for a woman."

"Brother, I want you to see this." Lan Qi'er propped her genitals up with a pillow, spread
her thighs, and used her fingers to pull apart her labia majora, enduring the pain to open her vaginal opening very wide,
so we could see the semen we had ejaculated inside her all night flowing out.

Almost every group sex session involves someone enjoying watching the semen and vaginal fluid flowing from a woman's vagina, which to
some extent brings men a strange sense of sexual satisfaction and accomplishment. This kind of play is always very
lewd, but at that moment, neither Big Stick nor I felt anything lewd, obscene, or pornographic.

"Brother, I want you two to remember this place, to remember this impression, because this place will always belong
to you. You must never forget this place, okay?"

At the time, we didn't fully understand Lan Qi'er's words, we just nodded. It wasn't until much later that I understood
the true meaning of those words.

The second time we parted, our sadness wasn't as intense. This time, we had Lan Qi'er and Duo
Duolong see us off at the airport; Buick took us to Chengdu Shuangliu International Airport. That day when we left, Lan Qi'er didn't
shed a tear, she just recited Pet?fi's poem, "I Would Be a Torrent."

"I would be a rushing torrent, a mountain stream, flowing over
rugged paths and
rocks…
as long as my beloved is a little fish, swimming happily
in my waves . I would be a wild forest, on the banks of a river, bravely battling the gusts of wind … as long as my beloved is a little bird, nesting and singing among my dense branches. I would be ruins, on steep cliffs, this silent destruction does not sadden me… as long as my beloved is green ivy, intimately climbing up my desolate brow . I would be a thatched hut, at the bottom of a deep valley, its roof battered by wind and rain… as long as my beloved is a lovely flame, flickering happily and slowly in my hearth . I would be a cloud, a tattered gray flag, lazily drifting in the vast sky …"

" As long as my lover is like a coral sunset,
beside my pale face,
displaying a vivid brilliance."

I actually only recited this poem to Lan Qi'er once, but she remembered it firmly in her heart, and I think she will never forget it
for the rest of her life .

(11, The Finale)

The moonlight outside the window was dazzling, making me toss and turn, unable to fall asleep. My first sequel to
a novel has finally come to an end. I am the prototype of BJ in the novel. It was A-Xi who forcibly pulled these past events
back into real life, causing my life to deviate from its course again.

From the whole story, I continued the story of love, while A-Xi wrote about sex. Thank you to the readers for your continued support and
encouragement, and thank you even more to the moderators of the bookstore for their support. Without encouragement and support, I would never have been able to continue writing.
Many readers have asked for my contact information, so I'll leave it here: 1067920272. Welcome to share your thoughts and
experiences so that I can improve in the future.

My wife and I got divorced a week after I returned home from my second trip to Chengdu. In the divorce agreement, my
wife agreed to raise Mao Mao, and give her the savings and the car. Actually, I wanted to give her everything, including the house, but she
refused . She left the house to me, saying, "Xizi, we've been husband and wife in this house for six years. I
can take everything else, but not the house. Living here, at least you'll remember me, the
woman who was your wife, who cooked for you, did your laundry, and served you, even though sex could never satisfy you. You should always remember that
she gave you a daughter named Mao Mao."

My wife and I separated peacefully. In fact, we had sex every single day for the week before the separation. During those days, we made love every day. I used all
the techniques I learned from Lan Qier and Kong Gu Youlan. My wife's sex skills, or rather, her passion, were unexpectedly good. However, I suddenly realized that my wife's vagina seemed to have become very loose, and I wasn't used to it. I remember when my wife told me she wanted to break up, we had just finished making love, and I was stroking her vagina, which was still wet with my semen . My wife didn't say anything. After every sexual encounter, I would caress the woman's vulva. Sometimes I would gently probe the opening of her vagina. I enjoyed the feeling of her vaginal fluids flowing after sex— slippery, with a strange smell, erotic yet incredibly satisfying. My wife knew my habit, and she would cooperate by lifting her buttocks and spreading her thighs as wide as possible. "Ah-Xi, do you like my vulva?" "Yes, of course I like it." "What if it were flowing with the semen of many men! Would you still like it?" "What did you say?" " Ah-Xi, I'm talking about the life you want, group sex, isn't that the life you want?" "Why are you talking like that today…?" "Ah Xi, I know you have a lot on your mind, I know all of that. Ah Xi, I've known for a long time you've been seeing other women. Don't ask me how I know, women always have that kind of intuition, you can't hide it from them. I used to read a lot of online romance novels, some men could always keep their extramarital affairs so well hidden from their wives for years. But after my own husband found another woman, I realized that was all nonsense. For example, my husband, I've been married to him for six years, a full six years. I know every hair on his head, every pore, every cell. I can tell what he's thinking just by looking at him. Ah Xi, actually, I can understand you seeing other women, I can pretend I don't know. Sexually, I can't satisfy you, other women satisfy you for me, I have no right to object. How long can a person live? Maybe seventy , but by forty-five, many men can't even get an erection. My husband is thirty, he can only enjoy sex for at most fifteen more years." Fifteen years, it really just flies by. You have every right to enjoy sex before you get old, but unfortunately, I, your woman, have never been able to satisfy you. I don't know why, but I've never been able to enjoy the beauty of sex. To me, it's just a process of procreation , a responsibility I should fulfill as a husband. Ah-Xi, I don't object to you having other women, but I always want to know what that woman is really like. Is she prettier than me? Is she gentler than me? Can she serve my man better in bed than I can? Is she truly sincere towards my man, or is she just pretending? Will she hurt my man...? Ah-Xi, I know you, you're someone who can't keep secrets. I know where that woman is; she's on your computer, in your QQ history. I asked a friend to find some hacking software to crack your QQ password, but I didn't expect it to be so simple—it's our wedding anniversary: August 13, 2004—it's that simple. On your computer, I unexpectedly found your online diary. A password—you might have set it casually—but I'd rather believe that when my man created a QQ account to find other women, he at least still had our wedding day in mind. Once, my closest girlfriend asked me what kind of man you were. I said, "Ah-Xi is a responsible man. No matter how much he drinks outside , no matter how many beautiful women are tempting him, he always remembers to come home. He always distinguishes between playing around and real life." Ah-Xi, I really didn't expect that you weren't actually having other women outside; you were engaging in group sex. I really didn't expect that your ideal life was sharing a woman with other men, including sex. At first, I felt I couldn't accept my man's favoritism. This feeling of sexual activity —was my man even human? I was stunned; I truly didn't know what to do. During that time, I constantly searched online for articles about group sex, even erotic novels. I still couldn't understand why you were so obsessed with group sex. Back then, I couldn't figure out if you liked that woman named Lan Qi'er because you loved group sex, or if you liked group sex because you loved her. Perhaps even you yourself didn't know . Later, I felt I needed to experience group sex firsthand; I wanted to try and accommodate you. Since my man liked doing this, why couldn't I do it with him? If this could satisfy both of us, wouldn't our marriage be able to go back to what it was before? I gave myself a screen name—"Returning the Pearl" —and fabricated a Shenzhen identity, joining the group.

I experienced the kind of one-woman-multiple-men sex you described in your online notes three times in the South China Sea. I admit,
this kind of sex is incredibly alluring, whether for men or women, even for
someone like me who isn't particularly passionate about sex. I was completely
captivated . Truly, this kind of sexual pleasure is something you can't experience in a one-on-one marriage.

I was a complete stranger to them, but during sex, each penis that entered me
felt more like a living, breathing man—representing
his personality, character, worldview, and views on sex. Some were long, some short, some thick, some thin; they were all
so hot. Some were skilled, expertly stimulating every erogenous zone; others
preferred powerful thrusts, always hitting my cervix; some had a lot of semen, some had very little;
some could ejaculate inside me many times, while others might only ejaculate briefly. The beauty of sex allowed
us to understand and love each other.

I've even tried having two or more penises inserted into my vagina or
anus . The feeling is indescribable; it felt like my vagina and anus were being torn apart, incredibly painful. My
vagina would then become looser as a result. But that pain was also so wonderful. Each penis was a
man , and inside me, I was actually achieving a spiritual
exchange with several men at a higher level of sexual intercourse.

I love the feeling of everyone ejaculating into my vagina; that hot liquid isn't just semen,
it's also the burning love of men for women. I love the feeling of my vagina being stretched wide open like this,
and us watching the vaginal fluid flow out together. I don't know if that's a fusion of love.

Having sex with a dozen men, the feeling of being loved by a dozen men at the same time, is really comfortable and
blissful. Even on the way back to Guangzhou from Nanhai, my vagina is still gushing with semen, and
my underwear is soaked when I get home. I don't know if this counts as lingering pleasure, a feeling of wanting more.

After three sessions, I finally understood, Ah Xi, why you were so obsessed with this kind of sex. It truly was a wonderful
life.

Ah Xi, back then, you were always absent-minded; you didn't notice my changes at all. I never
told you because I hoped that one day you would see me in Nanhai, and we could play together. Only by playing like this could I
awaken my sexual desire; only by playing like this could we return to our former life. I played three times in total, but I
never met you. I didn't know you were a group admin, and when we played in Guangzhou, you didn't show up.

Ah Xi, I decided to give up this life because of one thing. The third time I played in Nanhai,
when , I was bathing Mao Mao naked that night. Mao Mao asked me, "Mommy, why is your area so red and
swollen, and why is it leaking that kind of fluid?" I didn't know how to explain it to my child.

I suddenly realized a problem: Ah Xi, I can live the group sex life you want, but
what about our child? How can we face her? When she grows up, she'll realize she has parents who are different from others—
parents who are seen as shameless, debauched, and wildly promiscuous by others. How will that feel? Children's eyes
are discerning; she's growing up every day. Ah Xi, your pursuit of an ideal life isn't wrong. We can indeed gain immense satisfaction—spiritual, mental, and physical—

during group activities . But what happens after the activities? We still have to return to reality . In reality, we are still a group of people who are not understood. Just like you wrote in your diary, we are ultimately just a stone. No matter how high we are thrown, we will eventually fall back to the ground due to gravity, forever unable to leave the earth. Lan Qi'er, is that a screen name? It's a beautiful name, but I never had the chance to meet her. She must be prettier than me, right? Chengdu girls are nice; fair-skinned, age-resistant, and know how to cherish men. Ah Xi, let's get a divorce! I'll take Mao Mao with me. We want the life of ordinary people. Don't come looking for us again, okay? Ah Xi, I love you, and even leaving you is because of love. "Go find Lan Qi'er . You can find the life you want there." Now I finally understand why my wife pretended to believe my "trash, have you taken it out?" explanation , why she suddenly bought a laptop and internet card during that time, and why she went to "yoga" every weekend... That night, I hardly spoke; I listened to every word my wife said. My wife was right. We can choose the pressures society puts on us, but we can't face our children. Unless I completely give up my pursuit of an ideal life, but I can't give up the life I want. I agreed to the divorce; I had no other choice . I hardly told anyone in the group chat about my divorce, including Lan Qi'er. Only two people knew about it: BJ Kuaile and PK Malatang. I called BJ Kuaile the night my wife and Mao Mao moved out. I never drink, but that day I drank a whole bottle of Moutai. I was on the phone, drinking and crying. I'm not a weak man who cries easily , but that time I called BJ Happy, I cried my eyes out. In this empty house, I was completely drunk. The Chengdu group activity that Lan Qi'er asked us to organize didn't happen, not because we didn't try, but because, for some reason, she lost enthusiasm after a while. She told me she didn't want to participate anymore, and then, without any warning or explanation, she left the group. Lan Qi'er and Duo Duolong changed their phone numbers, even their Chengdu addresses. The couple left cleanly, without leaving a trace. It wasn't until April of this year that I understood why. My wife and Mao Mao had been gone for a while, and I suddenly became disheartened. I stopped organizing group activities and even went online much less often. I even asked BJ Happy to remove me from the administrator list. During that time, besides going to and from work, I would smoke in that empty room every night. That's when I developed my smoking habit. Sometimes, I couldn't sleep all night, smoking one cigarette after another until dawn. I smoked two packs of cigarettes, and my room floor was covered with cigarette butts. I kept recalling the bits and pieces of my life with my wife over the past six years, our daughter from birth to...

Every day of my growth over three years old coincided with the onset of my headaches, during which I suffered from
insomnia .

PK Malatang came to Guangzhou to see me a month and a half after my divorce. Although she said she was only visiting
because we had chatted well online and felt a connection, and that she was on a business trip to Guangzhou
and wanted to see me, I always felt that she came specifically to see me. Incredibly, she went on several "
business trips , and almost every time it was the same: alone, not with CQ Suancaiyu, and
she would rush to me as soon as she got off the plane to have sex, staying for at least half a month.

The first time she came, she stayed at a hotel in Tianhe District and sent me a private message asking me to come and see
her. When I arrived from Baiyun Road, she was already sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for me.
The hotel lobby was crowded, but she just waved at me as if she had known me for a long time, even
though she had never seen me in person, not even a picture of me.

She smiled at me: "You must be Ah-Xi, right? Damn! You look fucking like BJ Happy."

I was surprised that both PK Spicy Hot Pot and BJ Happy could recognize me from the crowd at a glance. Their
explanations were the same: they imagined me to look like BJ Happy, and I just
happened to look exactly like them. I don't know if my appearance really looks like BJ Happy, or if it's as
PK Spicy Hot Pot said, "fuckily similar," but I'm definitely not BJ Happy.

PK Spicy Hot Pot and I chatted for a while in her hotel room, talking about some updates in the group chat,
such as activities in the Nanhai area where people in the Guangzhou circle are quite close. But we didn't mention BJ Happy; we
just chatted idly.

"Ah-Xi, let's make love!"

"Mmm."

To be honest, PK Mala Tang and I didn't really have a very open conversation. It was never
as harmonious as our private chats online. Since we couldn't talk about it, we decided to have sex!

That was my first time having sex with PK Mala Tang. Even though it was just a normal one-on-one sex session, we both
enjoyed it very much and were very satisfied.

We did a strange sex position that was somewhere between doggy style and rear-entry. I was kneeling
on the bed, inserting my penis into PK Mala Tang's vagina from behind. She wasn't lying flat on her back, but rather holding onto the wall with both hands
, adjusting the angle of her vaginal opening so that my penis wasn't inserted straight into her
vagina , but at a certain angle.

This angled insertion method is actually the best
way for a man to have sex with a woman whose vagina is relatively loose. Because there is an angle between the penis and PK Malatang's vagina, I can always
feel the suction force from her vaginal muscles at the glans and shaft of my penis. This feeling is like inserting into the
very virgin.

I have had sex with Lan Qier, Kong Gu Youlan, and PK Malatang, but PK Malatang's
moans are the most charming and seductive to men. During sex, she always conveys a message to men through
unrestrained moans of "Ah...ah...ah...": I
am very satisfied with your performance. This message undoubtedly further stimulates men's libido, making them last longer and have
more .

When PK Malatang learned that I had divorced my wife, she asked me the next day if she wanted to stay at my house instead of staying in
a hotel . Although this request was a bit excessive—like BJ Kuaile, I have
a habit of never bringing online friends home—I still agreed to PK Malatang's request.

After moving into my house, I never saw PK Malatang go out on business; the so-called "business trips" were truly
inexplicable. PK Malatang and I lived a very strange life in my house, just like a normal
married couple. I went to work every day, and she went out to buy groceries, then cooked for me, cleaned our room
, and did all the little things very diligently.

During that time, I felt that my long-lost normal life had returned, and this house had a new mistress.
Even my neighbors were gossiping about whether Ah Xi was going to remarry, and that this woman from Chongqing was really nice.

In reality, PK Malatang was definitely not good at housework and didn't know how to serve men. She always buys me groceries
with lots of meat and fish, and often forgets to add salt or oil when cooking. She cleans every day, but
the floor isn't clean, and she leaves the mop in the bathroom, making a mess. I suspect that
all the chores in their house are done by CQ Sauerkraut Fish, her stuttering husband.

Our daily life is very ordinary, but fulfilling. After a few days, PK Malatang has made great
progress ; I can see her effort. She calls her husband in Chongqing every day, and the calls
last for two hours.

Aside from work or going out, we usually make love at home. Strangely, PK
Malatang is always fixated on one particular style; we've never tried anything else at home. Of course
, we enjoy ourselves every day, even on her days when she's not feeling well, she still gives me immense satisfaction with oral sex.

On weekends, we often go to Nanhai to do group activities with like-minded people from the Guangzhou area.
Each time, PK Malatang is one woman with a dozen or so men. She always went wild there, sometimes letting her male
friends insert two or even three penises into her vagina simultaneously, while also having one in her anus and
another . The

scene of three penises reaching orgasm and ejaculating in one vagina at the same time was incredibly shocking. The huge stream of semen
flowing from her stretched vaginal opening was extremely lewd and incredibly stimulating. Only a
sex genius like PK Malatang could pull off such a scene.

My most unforgettable scene was when a dozen of us took turns
having sex . It was the same way we did it at home, the only difference being that in the hotel and at home,
PK Malatang leaned against the wall, while here she was holding onto the small lychee tree with both hands. As we
thrust her vagina, her hands naturally swayed gently against the sapling with each thrust. Man, woman, and tree
were all part of a perfect, mingled experience of sex—a rare, natural, pure,
and also erotic scene.

When we finished, she knelt down, and as if urinating, used both hands to open her vaginal opening...
A large amount of semen, which we, a dozen or so men, ejaculated inside her, mixed with her vaginal fluids and flowed out, slowly dripping to
the base of the tree roots…

Although I was no longer a group admin, and although I rarely participated in any group activities, I
still kept in touch with BJ Happy. Around our second week in Chengdu, Kong Gu You Lan's lawsuit ended.
Unsurprisingly, she lost the case; her daughter was awarded to her ex-husband, and she refused to accept the house, savings, or any of her
assets . She wasn't trying to give that scumbag a free ride; she wanted to leave everything to her daughter.

A few days after PK Spicy Hot Pot first came to see me, BJ Happy told me that he and Kong Gu
You Lan had registered their marriage. In February 2010, he asked me to come to Beijing to see him again. That was our
last meeting, because he had already completed all the formalities and was about to leave for Canada to settle down and start
his new life with Kong Gu You Lan. This meeting was, in effect, a farewell.

This time when I went to Beijing, I didn't stay at BJ Happy's house because he had already sold it.
He and Kong Gu Youlan were moving to Canada, and initially, they needed a lot of money, and Kong Gu Youlan, who had just divorced,
had no assets. We stayed in an old house in Muxidi, which belonged to BJ Happy's sister and
was temporarily lent to her brother until he left.

The house was small, a two-bedroom apartment, at most 70 square meters, and quite old, but BJ Happy and
Kong Gu Youlan kept it very clean and spotless. In their new home, I only saw a few potted orchids. BJ
Happy said that those orchids were Kong Gu Youlan's treasures, and she wanted to take them all to Canada, but unfortunately, she couldn't take them on the plane. She had
given away the other orchids, and only those few were her most beloved. Kong Gu Youlan said that she wanted to give these few pots to A
Xi, because only A Xi would truly care for these flowers.

I stayed at BJ Happy's house for almost a month until I saw them off at the Capital International Airport. During that
time, both BJ Happy and Konggu Youlan were very busy. BJ Happy was busy handling his work and meeting
many people every day; while Konggu Youlan had to pick up and drop off her daughter at school, wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before leaving
.

Every day, I would buy groceries, cook, and help with cleaning at their house. In the evenings, we would eat together,
make love, and chat. The three of us enjoyed a busy, ordinary yet fulfilling
family .

One day, I finally met BJ Happy's younger sister. She had come to see her brother.
When I opened the door and let her in, she was stunned when she saw me: "You must be Ah Xi, right? My brother told me about you. He said
there's a friend from Guangdong named Ah Xi who looks exactly like him. You two are so close, it's like you're the same person. Looking at you now, you
really do look alike, extremely alike."

BJ Happy's sister wasn't a beauty, and she didn't look much like her brother, except for a slight
resemblance in her eyes and brows. She was short and a little plump, dressed head-to-toe in pink. She spoke
very quickly , like a machine gun, but her thick Beijing accent was difficult for me to understand.

This woman was completely different from PK Malatang; their appearances and
personalities were entirely different. Sometimes I find it hard to imagine how BJ Kuaile
could find this woman's shadow in PK Malatang.

"Is that woman here?"

"Which woman?"

"The woman my brother married." That's when I learned that BJ Kuaile's sister had always
opposed her brother marrying Kong Gu Youlan.

"My brother's been blinded by greed. What did he want from that divorced woman? Just a Canadian
green card ! She's divorced, and she has a daughter who's a few years older than him. He's been bewitched by a vixen,
that wicked woman...

My brother's got the looks; he could have any woman he wanted. If my parents were still alive, they would never have agreed. My dad's got
a strong temper; he might have broken his legs. But they're gone now, and no matter what I say, he won't listen.
Canada's so far away, and he's my only brother. I don't know when we'll see each other again. My heart
is breaking ..."

I was a complete outsider in their family conflict, but BJ's cheerful sister chatted with
me for an entire afternoon, telling me every little detail about her and her brother when they were little. She didn't treat me like
an outsider at all, even though we'd only met for the first time. Her sister had no idea about her brother's sexual preferences, nor did she
realize the unusual feelings he had for her. She was just an ordinary woman who didn't fully understand her brother.

BJ Happy came back first that day. Although I could guess that the two siblings
had argued before leaving, the younger sister knew her brother was short of money, so she still took 150,000 yuan from her own home
and brought it to him. That's why she came that day.

Even though the day before BJ Happy and Konggu Youlan left, BJ Happy, Konggu Youlan, and I had
at least ten threesomes, I still felt empty when I saw them off at Beijing Capital International Airport.

When Konggu Youlan wasn't around, I would ask about BJ Happy and PK Malatang. It turned out that
after we went to Chengdu, PK Malatang had indeed come to see BJ Happy several times, but he had been avoiding her.
He only met PK Malatang once before the wedding, wanting to marry Konggu Youlan and discuss going to Canada.
Surprisingly, PK Malatang didn't cry or make a scene; she calmly accepted the situation.

Although BJ Kuaile didn't directly answer me, I could guess why she chose
Konggu Youlan instead of PK Malatang. The reason is simple: PK Malatang's husband, CQ
Suancaiyu.

BJ Kuaile and I have always felt that CQ Suancaiyu is simply not one of us. His willingness to
engage in group sex with us and PK Malatang is less about a love for this type of sex and more about
accommodating his wife out of love. Actually, even "accommodating" isn't quite right. He supports his wife's SM, fistjobs, and even bestiality.
We find it hard to believe he truly loves these sexual practices,
as . We think it's just PK Malatang's own perception, completely one-sided. We believe his
love for PK Malatang has reached the point of indulgence.

He was so accommodating to PK Malatang, and so trusting and respectful of BJ Kuaile without reservation. BJ
Kuaile felt she was completely unworthy to share a wife with such a man. The last person BJ Kuaile wanted to hurt
was that poor little stutterer.

Later, I finally understood why PK Malatang had come to me. I was the person most like BJ Kuaile,
in terms of temperament, personality, and even appearance. She traveled a long way to live with me for a while, actually hoping to
find a sense of what it felt like to live a normal life with BJ Kuaile in me. It's true I resemble BJ Kuaile, but I am still
me. No matter how much I resemble BJ Kuaile, I am not him; I am just me.

The day PK Malatang met BJ Kuaile, they only made love once, and the position was that strange
doggy style, a bit like both. Later, I realized why PK Malatang
kept repeating that sexual position with me in Guangzhou—she was actually searching for BJ Kuaile
's shadow in me.

Gradually, PK Malatang came to Guangzhou to live with me less and less, and I never saw her again
after

Later, I left the group and quit my job in Guangzhou, resting at home for a while. Those days were very peaceful for me. Every day I tended to the orchids that
bj快乐 and 空谷幽兰 had entrusted to me, which I had brought back from Beijing . Later, these orchids grew very well. When they bloomed, the fragrance always reminded me of bj快乐 and 空谷幽兰. I never found the life I wanted—group sex. In 2010, the Nanjing associate professor's wife-swapping group sex case caused a huge uproar, and society became increasingly intolerant of group sex enthusiasts like us. After that, all group sex groups became more closed off and more low-key, and group activities completely transformed into small circles based on cities or regions. As a single person, it became increasingly difficult for me to fit in. bj快乐 and 空谷幽兰 actually went to Canada to find the life we wanted. I heard that the social atmosphere there is more open and free, perhaps providing more space for group sex enthusiasts. I sincerely wish them well. In the group management, BJ Happy was the first admin to leave, I was the second, and Big Bangchui was the third. As for why Big Bangchui suddenly left, I still don't know the reason. In April, Lan Qier, who had been gone for a long time and hadn't been heard from since , sent me a short email to my QQ account. "Brother Xi: Brother, how is everything at home? Is work going well? Please forgive me for not contacting you and Brother Bangchui for so long. There's a secret I can't keep from you anymore. Brother, I'm pregnant, over five months along, and the baby is yours and Brother Bangchui's. Please forgive me for deceiving you , brother, I'm sorry! But I love you both, and I wish you could be with me, but that's too selfish . You both have your own families and children; I can't expect you to come to Chengdu to be with me all the time. I can only have a child for you, so that having him/her is like having you always by my side. Brother, thank you for this precious gift. Brother, don't worry about Duoduolong's attitude towards our child..." "It's not good for him. Actually, I should have told you sooner. He not only has premature ejaculation , but he's also completely infertile. We can't have any more children. He said this child isn't just ours, but the child of all four of us, and he'll do his best to raise the child . Brother, Duoduo and I moved because there's a lot of gossip over there. Let's not contact each other anymore. We want the child to grow up in a normal environment. Brother, I will think of you, miss you, and love you for the rest of my life. Lan Qi'er." At that moment, I finally understood why, on the night we broke up in Chengdu, she endured the pain and stretched her vaginal opening wide, letting me and Da Bangchui see the gushing semen flowing out. She wasn't satisfying our voyeuristic tendencies at all; she wanted us to see clearly, to tell us that she wanted to have a child for us, something we . I finally understood why Lan Qi'er had given up the group activities that were already being prepared for her . Actually, she was already several months pregnant at that time. I can understand Lan Qi'er and Duoduo's decision to cut off contact with us. There's something we completely overlooked: the immense pressure Duoduolong was under. I can imagine the gossip our two trips to Chengdu brought him, which he silently endured. Lan Qier and Duoduolong's decision to go out and protect the child, cutting off contact with us, was similar to my wife's. I never knew whether Lan Qier's child was mine or Dabangchui's, but later I realized it does n't matter. Lan Qier is right; this child is mine, Dabangchui's, Lan Qier's, and Duoduolong's child. I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see this child; maybe I will, maybe I never will. This will always be a regret. [The End]

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