[Urban] Passion Burns Through This Life (Complete) - 1-3

Synopsis:

At the age of twenty-five, I encountered a stroke of good fortune in love. From then on, many beautiful, pure, and mature women appeared in my life in turn… Surrounded by tenderness, how could I possibly resist their charms?
This story features many beautiful women: a beautiful, gentle, and understanding older sister-in-law; a pure, lovely, and energetic girl next door; a lively and adorable little girl who asks for nothing in return; a voluptuous and charming female colleague; a distant cousin suffering from hysteria who sought refuge with relatives; a female colleague with a troubled family who had just divorced; and an older single woman waiting for her prince charming…

I. First Encounters

I was born in a rural area into a poor family. After growing up, I managed to get into a mediocre school. Fortunately, at that time, the government still assigned jobs, and I managed to secure a teaching position. After starting work, the salary was extremely low, and my family's financial situation worsened. I dared not think about starting a family; it seemed too far away.
Back then, there were a few unmarried female colleagues at the rural middle school where I worked, but they looked down on me and never glanced at me. They scoffed at my cheap clothes, and I, feeling ashamed, kept my distance. During the day, I chatted and joked with my colleagues, and time passed quickly. But at night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Hormones were raging in my young body, it was torture! My biggest wish then was to touch a girl's soft breasts; I dared not ask for anything else! But my poverty meant I could only dream of pleasure. The days passed in despair.
Three or four years passed in the blink of an eye. My cough worsened with frequent masturbation, and my body grew weaker, but there was no other way; it was the only way to relieve my sexual frustration and pressure. Whenever I saw pretty young girls in class, my heart itched. While proctoring exams, patrolling the classrooms, I would look down at the little girls and see their tiny, white breasts. My heart would race, I couldn't contain myself. Especially the faint blush on those breasts, it took my breath away. Once, while proctoring, I noticed a little girl's collar was very loose. I went over and pretended to look at her paper, but my eyes were on her chest! Good heavens, I was going crazy! I saw two small, pink nipples, like two mung beans. I couldn't resist; I wanted to tear off her clothes and eat those two nipples! But my experience with limits in math told me that the relationship between a female student and a male teacher is like a limit—infinitely close but never touching. This feeling was like a starving homeless person facing a plate of fragrant braised pork but unable to eat it! God, why torment me? Days passed in oppression.
Perhaps God saw my suffering and gave me an opportunity. It was a gloomy, stormy evening when a male colleague from another school came to see me, saying he'd introduced me to a woman, a state-employed teacher, though a bit older than me. I couldn't believe it. Could someone as poor as me really marry a state-employed teacher? It seemed like a pipe dream. For years, my unrealistic female colleagues had completely shattered my confidence. But perhaps miracles happen unexpectedly, so I agreed to go and see.
The next day, I went to the destination. Not to brag, but I'm quite fit and have a decent appearance, though my wallet is a bit empty. When I met the woman's father, his smile immediately lit up. He said, "You sit down, I'll go get the girl." After a while, the older woman arrived. I was greatly disappointed. She was short, had thinning hair, sparse teeth, and a dark complexion. She was nearsighted, and standing in front of me, I felt a little embarrassed, but she smiled. It was clear she was very willing. Then we discussed some "financial issues"—the bride price, etc. I gave perfunctory answers, wanting to end this quickly and leave, because I don't have a sister complex. The older woman's mother was arguing about the amount of money, but the older woman's attitude was completely opposite to her mother's; everything was fine, even a small amount of money was acceptable… It was clear that the older woman was interested. "Damn, you're so delusional," I thought to myself, feeling somewhat disdainful on the way back. My male colleague (the matchmaker) eagerly asked me: "Is it going to work?" I hesitated. "Hey, buddy, have you thought this through? She's a tenured teacher, you know. She earns just as much as you do!"
my colleague reminded me.
"Okay, I'll think about it…"
I felt like I was facing a headache; I couldn't act impulsively.
A week and nights were spent in contradiction and hesitation. My taciturnity caught the attention of my brother, who had returned from out of town. He asked me: "How's your marriage going?" I told him everything about the blind date. My brother immediately said, "Great, you should marry her. Since she's willing, and she's a teacher! Think about it, what do we have to offer? Listen to me, really, this is perfect for you."
Faced with reality, I gave in. I knew I couldn't choose my fate; I could only wait for it to unfold.
A week later, my male colleague and I went to my future father-in-law's house to see how they felt. My appearance surprised them—I later learned that she had already met many suitors, but none had worked out, and she was getting anxious. They thought I wasn't going, which was quite unexpected, as it had taken a little longer.
So, they chose a Sunday for the engagement. That day, we took a taxi to my "father-in-law's" house. As soon as I entered, I saw many people, men and women. My mother-in-law was busy introducing everyone, and suddenly, my eyes lit up when I saw a tall, slightly plump young woman. Ah, she was my fiancée's sister! She didn't look like her at all! How could there be such a big difference? In terms of figure, appearance, and charm… it was like heaven and earth! You could say the older sister doesn't look like an older sister, and the younger sister doesn't look like a younger sister; it's more like the other way around. Why can't time turn back so I could meet my sister-in-law?
A male colleague's voice woke me up, and I lost my composure, my face turning slightly red.
"Let's go, let's set off." The car,
packed with people, started heading towards my house.
It was a Daihatsu van, a bit old, and with so many people, I had to stand by the door. The door was always ajar, and the chilly spring air kept rushing in, assaulting the shivering people. Damn it, hiring a car and still being so shameless, so embarrassing.
Just then, I noticed that my sister-in-law, sitting in the front, had a pale face and was covering her mouth. Ah, she was carsick. So I said, "You can come to the door; there's a crack here, the air is fresher."
My sister-in-law looked, quickly moved over, and stood in the doorway. The dry, cold air blowing on her face made her feel much better. She finally looked up and said, "You should sit in the front."
I lied, "I get carsick too."
To be honest, I was a little reluctant to leave. The doorway was small, and my sister-in-law and I were standing face to face. Although I tried not to touch her, I could feel her heaving breasts bumping against me with the swaying of the car. I had never experienced such a killer tenderness before; my heart raced, and my penis hardened. I had to pretend to be nonchalant and avoid looking at her. Suddenly, the car braked sharply, and my sister-in-law fell onto me. In a moment of panic, she grabbed me. Oh my god, I was going to explode. Her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest. I panicked, and this state lasted for a minute. The car stopped, and my sister-in-law quickly stood up, her bangs fluttering wildly but unable to hide the blush on her face. I was at a loss, afraid to look at everyone, afraid they would see my lewd thoughts. At that moment, I wished time would stop…

II. The awkwardness

of the rickety car crawling along the bumpy road. My sister-in-law and I kept our distance, afraid of a repeat of the awkwardness from before. Although I worried about making a bad first impression on her, I also secretly hoped—that the scene from before would repeat itself.
Finally, we arrived at my home. I have to use that phrase again: cherishing what I have. It truly was a humble abode, an earthen cave dwelling with latticed windows. Entering the house felt like entering a cave—damp, because the steam from cooking had molded the roof; dark, because the paper windows provided very little light. My mother isn't exactly a tidy person, and of course, I had spent half the night cleaning, otherwise, no one could have gotten in. To be honest, the disappointments of these past years had left me listless, and I hadn't even bothered to have the house cleaned up myself.
I was already extremely frugal, and my future father-in-law's family, who were traveling with me, were even more appalling. My mother-in-law's expression immediately changed; she quickly left, regretting her decision, and told everyone to leave quickly. At this moment, my brother-in-law (my sister-in-law's husband) said to my mother-in-law: "Are we looking for a person or a home? The young man is nice, but is he going to live here forever? Besides, she (my wife) isn't young anymore, don't be so picky..." These words had an effect, and my mother-in-law thought about it and agreed, staying. Of course, I only heard this story from my wife later. Although I should thank my brother-in-law, I never felt grateful afterward, because every time I saw my "bald older sister," I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Why couldn't I marry a beautiful wife, even a younger one? But when faced with the choice between bread and love, people always succumb to bread. Maybe I'm too realistic. Sigh...
Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it and eat. A rather lavish meal was devoured in no time. Damn, pretending to be sophisticated, yet they can eat so much. After dinner, my father-in-law's family looked at me and their expressions gradually softened, because they found me to be a very likable person.
After resting for a while, everyone was ready to go home, and of course, I was responsible for seeing them off. The old car bumped along the mountain road again, and I almost fell asleep. The car stopped in front of my father-in-law's house, and most of the people got out. I saw my sister-in-law and her husband were still in the car. Oh, I had to see them off too. Unexpectedly, my fiancée—the bald-headed older sister—was still sitting in the car. What did that mean? Did she still want to spend time with me? Damn, she's quite proactive.
After driving for another ten miles or so, we arrived at my sister-in-law's house. As soon as I entered, I felt even more proud of my own home. Looking at their house, it was truly spacious, bright, clean, and comfortable. Compared to my house, it was simply magnificent. At this moment, before my sister-in-law could even greet me, the cry of a baby rang out. I saw a baby, only a few months old, kicking its legs and crying. "This is my little daughter,"
my brother-in-law explained. Oh, the baby must be hungry. Just then, I saw my sister-in-law pick up the baby, lift her clothes, and pull out a huge breast, stuffing it into the baby's mouth. My heart raced. I peeked again and saw that the breast looked very firm, large but not sagging, and perfectly round. Ah, these are the legendary "ball breasts"! I had only seen pictures of foreign women with this shape in Playboy magazines. I'd heard that it was extremely rare for Chinese women to have such round breasts. I was so lucky to have encountered one today!
Just then, a stream of liquid sprayed onto my face and splashed into my mouth. I was startled and was about to look when another stream of white liquid sprayed onto my lips. It was warm, sweet, and slightly fishy. Ah, I looked up and realized it was my sister-in-law's milk spraying out. Both breasts were exposed, and one of the free breasts was gushing out like a fountain. Apparently, it had been holding back for a long time, and the pressure inside was too great. My sister-in-law saw this and her face immediately turned red. She quickly covered the breast with a handkerchief, which soon became soaked. My face immediately turned red. What had happened? I had just drunk my sister-in-law's milk! My heart pounded wildly. Good heavens, what kind of day was this that I couldn't bear it? I didn't know what my brother-in-law and fiancée looked like, because I dared not look. I was completely stunned, utterly stunned. I can't even remember how I left; I just remember getting into a car outside.
My face was indescribably red. And that's how I left.
All the way, my heart was pounding. Before, I could only look at women's bodies with longing, but now, my sister-in-law's milk had sprayed onto my face. How could I control my emotions? I secretly looked at my fiancée; she seemed a little awkward too, and I wondered what she was thinking. Later, when I talked to her about it, she said she felt ashamed of her older sister for doing something so embarrassing. Actually, she had no idea that I was incredibly grateful to my sister-in-law; she had soothed my parched heart. Of course, my sister-in-law had done it unintentionally. However, this incident was truly bizarre, almost unspeakable.
Also, my sister-in-law gained a new title; I call her "Big Sister." Big Sister, oh, Big Sister, I can't describe you…

III.

That night, I returned home.
I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning.
I kept thinking about what had happened during the day, and the more I thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed. How could it be such a coincidence? My sister-in-law's milk sprayed into my mouth, and on the very day I met her! If someone asked you, "Have you ever drunk your sister-in-law's milk?" you'd probably yell, "You're crazy!" But I answered definitively, "Yes, I have. It wasn't intentional." It's such a coincidence.
If anyone questions it, I'll tell you: it's absolutely true. First of all, in rural areas, women don't care about breastfeeding. You often see women holding babies on the street, and when the baby cries, they'll unhesitatingly lift their clothes and put their breasts into the baby's mouth, chatting with others as if no one else is around. Therefore, whose breasts are beautiful or not is a hot topic among idle people on the street. Secondly, my sister-in-law's child must have been hungry, and more importantly, she hadn't had her mother's milk for half a day. Furthermore, according to the principles of pressure, as liquid accumulates, it generates significant pressure, making it natural for it to spray onto my face. As for why it sprayed onto my face, I don't know why the milk chose my face; perhaps it saw I had been dry for a long time and wanted to moisturize me.
Unexpectedly, this sudden spray of milk became the fuse for our future illicit affair, completely shattering the relationship between my brother-in-law and sister-in-law. I began to have thoughts about my sister-in-law, thoughts I had previously considered beastly. I always felt that time had truly gone awry, not placing me and my sister-in-law together at the same time.
At night, I touched my lower body, thinking about the scenes with my sister-in-law during the day—the soft contact, the warm, sweet, and slightly fishy milk—all of it made me incredibly aroused. Before long, I reached my climax, closed my eyes, and fully enjoyed the post-climax bliss.
While changing my underwear, I suddenly shuddered. I felt utterly despicable. My sister-in-law, whom I had just met, had become the object of my fantasies. Was I even human? At first, I even valued her more than my fiancée. What would the consequences be? This was truly pathological. I had to find the right place for her in my heart, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable! I told myself.
But lying in bed, recalling the moments I shared with her, my resolve crumbled. It was all so warm, so exciting! Sister, how am I supposed to get along with you now?
A new day dawned, and I felt I had changed a lot. I was no longer that dull, virgin. At least I had someone I cared about now. My colleagues, seeing my cheerfulness, joked: "You're different now! You can talk a good game even with a wife. You're really capable!" One colleague quietly asked me: "Did you 'lose your virginity' last night
?" I loudly replied: "Yes!" This elicited a burst of laughter. Actually, I have absolutely no feelings for my bald-headed older sister (my fiancée). Can you imagine if I had any improper thoughts about her when she's naked? You know, I have no feelings for her whatsoever; if I did, it would be for money and material possessions.
My friend, if you're with someone you don't love but for other reasons, don't force it. Do you know how vast the difference is between the joy of genuine love and a forced relationship? Right now, I feel like I've swallowed a fly. My poverty and my own inadequacy have numbed me. Yet others envy me, saying I'm amazing—so poor, yet I managed to marry a teacher; it's practically unbelievable! But you haven't seen my bald-headed older sister. Bald-headed older sister, are you my nightmare?
I just think, same parents, same sisters, yet such a huge difference? One is radiant and charming, the other is dry and withered. I almost forgot to mention my sister-in-law. While she's not as pretty as her eldest sister, she's still much better looking than her second sister (my fiancée). It's truly a case of: one mother, three daughters, and one who looks like a pig. But then I think: if my fiancée were as pretty as her eldest sister, would she have gotten engaged to me? Kid, be content; you're better off with the complementary features.
However, I can't help but think about my sister-in-law again. It's a sinful thought, one I've warned myself against countless times, but I just can't suppress this filthy idea. Are humans just a combination of devil and angel? Since my wife is like that, I guess I have to accept it; I have no choice. But can I do something meaningful in my limited life? Can I get along with my sister-in-law?
Unexpectedly, this thought later became more than just an idea...
and what happened afterward was so natural and without any ulterior motives. I think this might be fate, or perhaps a karmic hindrance.
Looking up at the sky, the sky was high and the clouds were light, but I couldn't see my elder sister's smiling face; lost in thought, my mind was filled with countless thoughts, but I couldn't fathom my elder sister's thoughts...

IV. Helping my

elder sister with chores (I) From now on, I will call my sister-in-law "elder sister" because I call her that the first time I see her.
First, let me tell you about my elder sister's family situation. My elder sister's husband (my brother-in-law) is a contract worker on the railway. Because he is very busy, he often doesn't see my elder sister much. My elder sister has to take care of the housework and raise the children. She is the kind of "widow" who suffers alone. You can imagine how my elder sister, who is in her thirties, spends every long night in loneliness and desolation. It's quite like the poem "Suddenly seeing the willows on the roadside, I regret letting my husband seek fame and fortune." Perhaps she regrets it now, having traded her job for a husband with a job, only to be left with nights of loneliness! Whenever I think of this, I grit my teeth: Damn it, this is a waste of resources, and I'm a waste of resources too! Then I wonder: is everyone who has an affair just too lonely?
Anyway, on the weekend, I suddenly received a call from my fiancée asking me to help my older sister with some farm work. Of course, I readily agreed. Ah, I hadn't seen my sister-in-law in a while; you can't go see her without a proper reason. On a side note, my sister-in-law is an exceptionally hardworking person. She cultivates three acres of land, and relatives have advised her to stop, but she always says these acres are fertile land and it's a pity to abandon them. Now, autumn has arrived, her corn is ripe, and she can't harvest it herself, so she needs help. Every year she has to ask for help, but during the busy farming season, where are there so many idle people? Therefore, my sister-in-law is always worried. Now, with me, it's much better than asking others. She had her sister ask me if it was alright, and of course I was happy to oblige. I rarely even get a chance to ask my older sister for help, and now she's come knocking on my door – I'm very grateful to her, and of course, this is a great opportunity for me to show off. I was born in the countryside, strong and healthy, and skilled in all kinds of farm work; I'm quite the "expert."
On the weekend, I went to my older sister's house early, not alone, but with my fiancée. My sister had already prepared a delicious meal for us. After wolfing it down, I hurried off, but she said, "Oh, Xiao Mu, don't rush, rest a bit before you go." I paused, thinking, "Xiao Mu," that's such a warm nickname. "Mu" is my surname, and adding "Xiao" makes it even more endearing. I quickly said, "Sister, let's go. Farm work waits for no one. What if it rains?"
My sister blinked, clearly touched, and her voice immediately softened: "I'll go get some water."
I set off in my eldest sister's tricycle. The place was quite far. Along the way, the two sisters chatted and laughed. Through snippets of conversation, I learned that my eldest sister and younger sister said I was actually very good. Receiving my eldest sister's praise made me feel smug and full of energy.
When we arrived at the field, I stepped into it and started "rushing left and right," "drifting east and west," and soon there were several large piles of corn cobs on the ground. My eldest sister handed me some water and quickly said, "Xiao Mu, slow down. Don't get tired. There's plenty of time." I wiped the water from my mouth and said, "It's okay." At this moment, my eldest sister took out a brand new towel and helped me wipe my sweat. My eldest sister, whom I had been thinking about day and night, stood in front of me, wiping my sweat! Her faint fragrance made me lose control, and her gentle movements made me hold my breath. I wondered a little: Was I dreaming? If my eldest sister had to wipe the sweat on my head for five minutes, I think I would not be able to control myself. I quickly said, "Elder sister, I can wipe it myself. You don't need to." As I was talking, I hurriedly grabbed the towel, but I accidentally bumped into my older sister's chest quite hard. I could still feel her hard nipple. Oh, how clumsy of me! My sister clutched her chest, and I was at a loss for words. I stammered, "I'm sorry, sister, I...I..." My sister said, "It's alright, you're such a child, so clumsy." Oh, my sister thinks I'm a child? She's five years older than me! I said again, "Sister, does it hurt? Let me rub it for you!" As soon as I said it, I covered my mouth. How stupid of me! How could I rub my sister-in-law's chest? My sister laughed, looking at me. I didn't dare look up. She said, "It's alright! It doesn't hurt anymore."
I quickly ran into the field and started working again. How stupid of me! What would my sister think of me? I blamed myself for being so clumsy, bumping into her chest. Would she think I did it on purpose? But then again, she called me a child. Maybe she really didn't mind and still treated me like a child! I touched my arm, recalling the gentle touch of her chest when I bumped into her earlier…
I don't know how long I'd been picking corn, but suddenly my older sister called out, “Xiao Mu, that's enough, it's getting late, let's pack the corn.” I looked at the sun; it was indeed late, the autumn sun still quite strong. I'd been working non-stop, and I hadn't realized my clothes were soaked with sweat. My older sister looked at me with concern: “Look at you, what have you become? I told you to rest, but you wouldn't listen. If you get sick, how am I supposed to explain it to my sister?” My fiancée, squatting under the tree, smiled: “It's alright, sister, it's only right that she does some work.” My fiancée was very frail; she'd always been studying and hardly ever did any housework. I don't even know when she was already under the tree. “A lady's body with a maid's fate,” I thought to myself. We
started packing the corn. Because I was already drenched in sweat, my older sister wouldn't let me pick up the ears of corn, telling me to hold the bag open while she picked them up. As she squatted down to pick corn, the round outlines of her breasts became visible. Because of her work, she was dressed lightly, wearing a loose-fitting garment, which meant her breasts were completely exposed through the neckline. I saw the long nipples, perhaps enlarged from breastfeeding. It was the first time I'd seen a mature woman's nipples up close; my heart raced, I couldn't control myself. Her breasts were so alluring. Today I finally got to appreciate those fleeting glimpses I'd seen the other day—they were truly works of art, so round, so firm, almost bursting out. My penis was already rock hard; thankfully, the bag was blocking it, otherwise, I would have been embarrassed.
I also had to watch out for her eyes; I couldn't give myself away. When she looked at me, I pretended to look at the corn. When she stood up, I suddenly noticed something was off. What was wrong? I saw two large wet patches on her chest. What was the reason? It immediately dawned on me: she hadn't breastfed for a long time, and the milk had overflowed, soaking her clothes! Ah, so alluring, I can't take it anymore. I noticed my breathing was getting heavy, and the older woman asked me, "Xiao Mu, are you exhausted?" I mumbled, "A little."
Picking corn continued. The moment the older woman bent down, I started looking at her breasts; the moment she straightened up, I started looking at her damp bra. My eyes were overwhelmed; God, lend me a pair of eyes! Suddenly, I saw a drop of white milk slowly flowing from her nipple, trickling down. Ah, I cried out in my heart: Don't waste it! There's a thirsty little one here! Saying this, I started looking for water. I dare say
: in my twenty-odd years of life, today was the most exciting, but the greatest pain in life is having a beautiful woman before you, only to admire her from afar, unable to touch her. I spent a sweltering morning in this torment. We
started loading corn onto the truck, the older woman and I lifting it together. So close, I smelled a strange odor—a mixture of my older sister's fragrance, sweat, and breast milk. It was so overpowering that I couldn't help but sneeze twice. It was still stimulating me; I didn't know if I could hold back. Just as I was about to lose my senses, my fiancée's loud yawn jolted me awake. Damn it, what's that crow doing? Did she take opium? Her yawn was so loud! A wake-up call! I couldn't afford to go off track.
I packed up the corn and drove the tricycle towards my older sister's house. All the way, my heart was pounding.

V. Helping My Older Sister with Work (Part Two)

When we arrived at my older sister's house, she wanted to help me carry the corn again. I said, "Okay, sister, I can carry it myself. You're tired, and the baby is hungry. You should go ahead." My older sister looked at me gratefully: "Then I'm sorry, but you should rest."
It was midday, and the scorching sun beat down on me. I was parched, but the thought of my older sister's gentle smile kept me going. Later, I became so thirsty that I went inside to get some water. I heard a hurried swallowing sound coming from inside; it was the little girl nursing, coughing from the spraying milk. My older sister was a little embarrassed and quickly covered her breasts with her hands, but the white liquid kept dripping from between her fingers. I almost forgot: "Sister, I'm thirsty, can I get some water?"
She quickly replied, "Oh dear, I forgot to cool the water down! It's all in the thermos, it's very hot, wait a moment..."
She got down from the floor and quickly poured me some water. I quickly said, "Sister, you take care of the child, go feed her quickly."
The older sister said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to find it."
She put the iron ladle used to pour water into the jar, which was filled with cool water; every household here uses jars to store water. I noticed that the older sister's breasts were still exposed; the milk had stopped gushing out, but was slowly dripping, like a tap that hadn't been turned off completely. My mouth was already parched, and now the breasts that often appeared in my dreams were so close; how could I bear it? I really wanted to hug the older sister and drink my fill of milk. The older sister was about to put the ladle down when I saw a drop of milk falling. I quickly grabbed the ladle, afraid the milk would fall into the jar. In my haste, I touched the older sister's breast, and the drop of milk landed on my arm. I felt the warmth, smoothness, and firmness of that round orb—it was a killer gentleness! The older sister asked me, "What are you doing, in such a hurry?" while staring at me. I didn't dare lie to my older sister under her gaze, so I pointed to her breasts and said, "Sister, your breasts are about to fall into the jar!" She looked down, quickly pulled her clothes down, and blushed.
She stared at me again: "You little rascal, have you been staring the whole time?"
I stammered, "No, I just happened to see, you..."
She chuckled heartily and hurried to bed to take care of the baby. The baby stopped coughing and started crying again. She quickly put her breast back in the baby's mouth. I glanced at her and went back to work.
Did I develop a breast fetish? No way, she was really too alluring, too warm and kind. She was so busy pouring me water that she forgot her own breasts were still outside! Perhaps she didn't care at all, because she had no reservations about me. She treated me like family; what was there to worry about? I'm like a blade of grass, parched for so long, deprived of rain and dew. Now, my older sister is irresistibly tempting me—how can I resist? I wish I had the power of Sun Wukong, to become that child and suckle at her breasts to quench my thirst.
I worked for a long time before remembering I hadn't drunk my water; it was still sitting in the jar. Now the work was mostly finished. I packed up my tools and dragged my weary body home. To win a smile from a beauty like that, I'd become so exhausted!
I entered the house and saw my older sister cooking. The fragrant food and her smiling face made the house feel exceptionally warm. I truly wished I were the mistress of this house. My sister asked me, "Are you tired? Go wash off the sweat." Suddenly, I remembered where my future wife was. I asked my sister, and she said, "Oh dear, she looks like she's got heatstroke from the sun. She's too weak. She's resting in the west room now." I hurried over, as a courtesy.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?"
I touched her head.
My fiancée was actually moved to tears. She quickly said, "It's nothing, I took my medicine."
When I looked down at her, she suddenly kissed me. "You're so sweet."
I felt the faint mustache on her lip. So she had a ring of downy hair on her lip. This ape, I cursed inwardly.
"Men and women shouldn't touch each other!"
I muttered.
"This little rascal!"
she laughed. I went outside, saying I was going to help my older sister cook. Actually, I wanted to escape her and go see my older sister.
My older sister smiled and poured warm water for me to wash.
I took off my sweaty vest and walked to the basin.
"Wow, Xiao Mu, you have such a fit body, so many muscles!"
my older sister exclaimed.
My heart skipped a beat. Could my older sister have taken a liking to me?
The warm water felt like a mother's hand. I enjoyed the smooth, warm feeling, a sense of comfort rising from the bottom of my heart: labor truly creates beauty! This scene, which appeared only in my dreams, actually happened today. I was at my older sister's house, and she was washing me. What a warm and cozy feeling!
Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand washing my back. My heart skipped a beat. Was this a dream? My older sister was washing my back! I was so comfortable that I almost fell asleep.
"You little pig, move a bit!"
my older sister scolded playfully.
I then realized, "Sister, why are you being so gentle?"
It's a pity my back is too small. If it were bigger, I wish it were the biggest, so my older sister could wash it for me all afternoon.
"I'm going to set the table now. Hurry up and get ready to eat!"
my older sister startled me awake.
A table full of tempting dishes, accompanied by my beautiful older sister's cheerful laughter, almost made me feel intoxicated. After a glass of white wine, I felt that life still had so much joy! My older sister kept putting food on my plate and urging me to drink. I was actually quite full. Sister, I can see you're already full, why bother eating? My older sister's charm amplified after a few drinks, and I refrained from praising her several times. She thanked me repeatedly, saying that although I was from a school background, my stamina was amazing, and advised me not to work so recklessly in the future, lest I tire myself out. My fiancée, however, remained like a puppet, just smiling foolishly. Damn, if you're not good with words, you're doomed.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Sister, my brother-in-law is so lucky to have married such a capable and understanding woman like you. He's truly blessed!" My
sister was stunned by my words. After a while, she said, "Not at all, I'm not that good!"
Seeing her expression, I immediately realized that she also had unspeakable hardships. The loneliness and exhaustion of managing the household couldn't be expressed in just a few words. I instantly understood her expression.
My fiancée, quite cleverly, nudged me, saying, "You've had too much to drink, go rest!"
I immediately realized I couldn't say anything more, or I'd embarrass myself in public!
I should stop drinking lightly and not let myself lose control or reveal my true feelings, so I said I was tired and needed to rest. As soon
as my head hit the pillow, filled with beautiful memories of my older sister, I fell asleep…

VI. Helping My Older Sister with Work (Part Three)

When I woke up, I felt someone watching me. I looked up and saw it was my older sister. She smiled and said, "You look exhausted, sleeping so soundly."
I checked my watch—oh, I'd slept for two hours. Time to go; the busy farming season was important. So I quickly started the car. My fiancée wasn't going; she wasn't feeling well yet.
On the way, I saw it was getting dark in the west, the clouds like rapidly approaching demons. Would it rain? My older sister asked me. I didn't know; even knowing it would rain, I'd still go. Suddenly, my older sister asked me: "Why did you call me in my dream?"
Oh, this is terrible! I hurriedly asked, "What did I say?"
"You said, 'Big sister, don't go, big sister, don't go...'"
My sister found it quite amusing.
Oh dear, this is bad! I wonder if I said anything else.
I have a flaw: I tend to express my thoughts in my sleep. What should I do?
Who cares? Just relax.
The car pulled into the field, and I jumped out to start picking corn cobs.
Although it was autumn, the heat lingered, and the field was incredibly hot. The surrounding crops and vegetation had turned a withered yellow; the desolation of autumn was everywhere. Actually, I hated autumn, but it was precisely this autumn that gave me the opportunity to be alone with my sister-in-law.
I started working hard, and soon there were piles of yellow corn cobs on the ground. I was so engrossed in my work that I couldn't hear anything. In fact, by then, the sky was already filled with dark clouds, and thunder had begun to rumble. My sister-in-law came over and patted me, saying, "Xiao Mu, look at the sky, is it going to rain?"
I looked up at the sky and saw that the dark clouds were getting lower and lower, and the thunder was as dense as festive drums; it looked like a heavy rain was about to fall.
I suddenly remembered: there were still many corn cobs on the ground; if they got wet in the rain, wouldn't they get covered in mud? So I said to my older sister, "Hurry up, sister, let's pick corn, it'll be harder if it rains!"
She immediately grabbed a bag and we started picking. The urgent thunder was like a death knell, forcing us to work frantically. I was busy picking, sweating profusely and panting heavily. My sister stood beside me, doing the same. Suddenly, large raindrops began to pour down. Look, there were still three piles to pick. I quickly sped up, telling my sister to get under the car to take shelter, but she wouldn't listen and continued picking with me. Soon, our clothes were sticking to our bodies, and my sister's large breasts proudly protruded, more alluring than if they were naked. I was distracted by my eyes, and she didn't notice me. While putting down the corn cobs, I touched her breasts a few times, but she didn't care. The raging wind and rain, my sister almost transparent, her soft breasts—what a stimulating scene! After we finished picking the corn, my older sister and I quickly ran under the tricycle to take shelter from the rain. The space was tiny, so we huddled together tightly. My face was flushed—we looked like lovers! Because of the small space, my sister's body was pressed close to mine, and I felt her softness against me.
She looked up at the sky and said, "This awful weather is unbearable."
We were both soaked, water still dripping from our clothes. We needed to find some clothes quickly, or we'd catch a cold. As she spoke, she started coughing. I was worried.
Suddenly, I remembered: there was a large tablecloth locked in the side compartment of the tricycle. So I stood up and quickly retrieved it.
I said to my sister, "Sister, you're coughing so much. Quickly take off your wet clothes and put this tablecloth on. Let me wring out the water from your clothes."
She hesitated for a moment, then took off her shirt and vest, completely naked in front of me. Although I'd seen my older sister's breasts many times, this was the first time I'd seen her topless. Look at those beautiful curves, so shapely and alluring. Even though she'd had two children, she didn't have a protruding belly; my sister is truly fit! I've seen many photos of nude models, but compared to my sister, they all pale in comparison. Their skin isn't as firm as hers, and their bodies aren't as toned. I was so excited because I was seeing the most beautiful picture in the world—a true visual feast! I was stunned, a desire rising within me to rush over and rip off her pants, to have sex with her all afternoon. I wanted to give her my virginity (it's a bit ridiculous, who cares about a man's first time anyway?). Lost
in these thoughts, my sister had already draped the tablecloth over herself, wrapping herself up like an Arab. She stopped trembling and her coughing. She looked at me gratefully: "Xiao Mu, you're so thoughtful. Your brother-in-law is so careless."
I was flattered. I grabbed her clothes and started wringing out the water; the water from the two garments was enough for half a face wash. No wonder my older sister couldn't take it.
She said, "Xiao Mu, wring out your clothes, hurry, or you'll catch a cold."
Only then did I remember myself; the rain was still pouring down. I squatted down and wrung out my vest with all my might.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, and I shivered, coughing involuntarily. I quickly put on my wet vest. I felt a chill running down my spine, and I couldn't help but cough violently.
My older sister looked at me with concern and told me to take off my wet vest and drape the tablecloth over herself with me. Although I felt... I wanted to do that, but how could I possibly do it?
Before I could say anything, my cough worsened, and my older sister urged me to take it off quickly. I didn't speak; I was completely consumed by coughing. Soon, my voice became hoarse, and tears welled up in my eyes. I felt parched and feverish. I stammered, "Water...water..."
My older sister looked around but couldn't find the water bottle. In the commotion, it had been misplaced somewhere. Tears welled up in my eyes. I knew I had chronic pharyngitis (an occupational hazard), and once I coughed... When I coughed, nothing but hot water could stop it; otherwise, I'd feel weak all over.
Suddenly, my older sister pulled off my wet vest and hugged me tightly, wrapping a tablecloth around me. I felt her warmth, especially the warmth and softness of her breasts. Keep in mind, she wasn't wearing any clothes on her upper body either. I felt like I'd been electrocuted and quickly moved away, but she held me tightly: "Xiao Mu, don't move. Look how cold you are."
My voice choked with emotion. My sister was so good to me, and I…
My cough wouldn't stop, it was so bad… My older sister started trembling too. She stroked my throat, but it was no use. My throat was so dry I was swallowing hard, and tears welled up again. My sister cried out anxiously, "What should we do? What should we do?"
I said in a trembling voice, "Water, water, I'm dying of thirst, but there's no water!"
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. Suddenly, I felt something soft yet firm being put into my mouth. I quickly opened my eyes—ah, it was my older sister's nipple! I quickly spat it out, saying, "Sister, what are you doing? I..."
My older sister's face had a holy glow. She slowly said, "Xiao Mu..." "Listen to me, drink my milk. Look at you, coughing like this. Listen to me. There's no water around!"
My head was spinning. "Big sister, I can't, what kind of person am I..."
Big sister suddenly snapped, "What kind of person do you take me for? I'm here to cure your illness!"
Saying this, she shoved her nipple into my mouth again. I looked at Big sister, afraid to move, and began to suckle her sacred breast. Big sister had been holding back for a while, and the milk kept spraying into my mouth. I swallowed quickly and frantically; the sound was indescribable. No wonder her baby choked. I almost choked. My older sister quickly inserted the other nipple, and it started spraying milk again. Because when one breast sprays milk, the other follows. I swallowed the sweet milk, and tears welled up again, this time tears of gratitude. I felt no other drink in the world could be as sweet and pleasant as this milk. I was getting drunk; I didn't know where I was…
It really worked; my cough miraculously disappeared. I had almost finished the milk from both of my older sister's breasts, and I was still suckling, my hand unconsciously resting on her breast. I held her nipple tightly. Suddenly, my older sister slapped me: "Take your hand away."
I realized I had lost my composure. I quickly spat out the nipple and thanked her repeatedly. My older sister said again, "Xiao Mu, look, the milk is still flowing out, what a waste. You should finish it."
Embarrassed, I took her nipple back into my mouth until I had drunk every last drop of milk from both breasts. I cried and hugged my older sister: "Big sister, I will always be good to you. You are so good to me. I will do anything you ask me to do in the future." My
older sister smiled: "I don't need you to be good to me. It's enough that you are good to my sister."
"Also, you must never mention this to anyone else, not even your wife, understand?"
My older sister looked at me.
I readily agreed. However, today, as I put this matter into writing, I have gone against my elder sister's instructions. I feel I must tell this story to strangers, to let them know how good my elder sister is to me. My elder sister's affection for me is higher than mountains and deeper than the sea. How can I repay my elder sister?
The rain stopped, the sky cleared, and I said to my elder sister, "Let's wait a while, until our clothes are dry and the road is firm before we go." My
elder sister agreed, and we embraced, enjoying this rare moment of tenderness...

VII. Helping my elder sister with chores (IV)

I admit that compared to my previous life, sheltering from the rain with my elder sister under the tricycle was the most blissful moment of my life. I had wasted my life before. My elder sister's warm, full breasts and smooth skin were pressed tightly against me. I was lost in the moment, wishing time would slow down as much as possible, that the rain would keep falling, but the merciless rain suddenly stopped. When had I ever experienced such a scene, to the point that my elder sister noticed my change, because a "sword" was pressing tightly against her. My older sister said softly, "Xiao Mu, don't have any improper thoughts. I'm doing this to treat your illness. Remember, I'm your sister-in-law!"
But despite her words, her "sword" didn't loosen its grip even slightly. I wanted to say: Sister, do you know I'm a virgin? I'm at the age where I'm "like a wolf in sheep's clothing"! Why are you so alluring, stimulating me so intensely? My reason and desire were constantly battling, and my patience had reached its limit! Buddy, imagine a stunningly beautiful woman embracing you topless—how would you react? It would definitely be intense, right? But this beauty is my sister-in-law, and her purpose is to treat my illness and comfort me, yet I can't have any improper thoughts. Isn't this torture? No one is perfect; everyone has desires. Remaining unmoved by a woman's advances is just a legend. I'm a normal man, and I can't take it anymore! My teeth were chattering—the result of my forced restraint. My older sister smiled at me: "Xiao Mu, are you still cold? I can't help you if you get any colder!"
Sister, does it hurt your back to talk like that? Don't tease me anymore. Sister, I want to melt your heart, is that okay? The rain stopped just as I was lost in thought, and I had no reason to continue hugging my sister. I was about to get up when I remembered my clothes weren't dry, so I told my sister to wait a little longer. My sister agreed, saying, "Okay, let's wait a little longer."
My sister turned around and hugged me face to face. My mind went blank; I was at a loss. My sister whispered, "Thank you, Xiao Mu! You work so hard; you're really good to me." I said, "It's my pleasure," and my sister gently stroked my nose with her index finger.
I couldn't help myself and kissed my sister deeply. My older sister was stunned. She stared at me, and I awkwardly touched her back, rubbing my chest against her breasts. She kept saying, "No...no...stop..."
I grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them incessantly, watching them change shape in my hands. I was overjoyed. They were so soft! Was there anything in the world so wonderful to touch? This was the first time I had ever touched a woman's breasts since I grew up! These two treasures were absolutely irresistible! I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard, slurping up drops of milk. It was so sweet! My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to burst through my pants...
Just then, I heard the sound of a farm vehicle approaching. I immediately snapped out of my reverie. I quickly lifted the tablecloth, put on my vest, and handed my older sister her clothes. She was flustered too. I quickly stood next to the driver's seat of the tricycle, pretending to fiddle with it. My older sister also stood at the edge of the field.
The man who came over said loudly, "Hey, you've been caught in the rain, haven't you? Oh, your brother-in-law is so nice, he works so fast!" My
older sister replied dismissively, her face flushed. I was so embarrassed.
My older sister looked at me: "Did someone see you?" She covered her still-pounding chest.
"No, we were all under the car."
I didn't dare look at her.
"Let's go, what are we standing here for?"
my older sister said.
I quickly started the car and sped off, not daring to look at my older sister.
I had completely lost face. What should I do?
My older sister didn't say anything.
Was she angry? How should I explain?
I had to break the ice, otherwise, if it continued like this when I got home, my wife would easily find out.
I made up my mind and whispered to my older sister, "Older sister, I was wrong, I'm not human, I deserve to die. You've been so good to me, and I still took advantage of you, I'm a beast..."
My older sister looked at me for a long time before finally saying, "It's nothing."
My older sister's silence was like a heavy atmosphere, a cold-blooded killer, slowly strangling my soul.
I almost burst into tears. I'm not human! How could I do such a thing?
My heart sank to the bottom.
As we approached the village, my sister-in-law suddenly smiled: "Xiao Mu, cheer up! Why are you looking so down? Your older sister isn't mad at you anymore, so smile!"
My heart immediately brightened when she said she wasn't mad at me.
I turned around and looked at her gratefully.
She smiled and said, "You're still just a little kid, making mistakes is inevitable. Just be more careful next time."
I nodded quickly in agreement.
My sister-in-law, what an understanding and kind older sister she is!
The car stopped at the door, and my fiancée came out to greet us, anxiously asking, "Did you get caught in the rain? Your clothes are all wet. Come in and change."
She jumped out of the car, glanced at me, and went inside.
My wife, do you know what happened when it rained!
At dinner, she brought me a bowl of ginger soup and asked, "Has Sister had any?" My older sister smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm very good at taking care of myself!"
The ginger soup warmed my body, and my heart warmed even more. Sister, your care for me is so meticulous.
That night, I lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Tossing and turning, my older sister's beautiful body kept flashing before my eyes.
I thought: What would have happened if that farm vehicle hadn't come by? In a moment of impulse, I would have lost all sense of reason. If things had progressed further, if my relationship with my older sister had crossed that line and become a reality, how would I face my relationship with my older sister and my future wife? Thank goodness for that vehicle, otherwise, I would have been doomed! But even so, I still felt a burning rage. Damn it, that damn vehicle ruined my chance for a romantic encounter! This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! During the rain, my older sister and I were alone, our clothes soaked. Luckily, there was a narrow space under the tricycle, and a tablecloth nearby. I was coughing, and my sister was breastfeeding. She was kind and considerate—all these factors were indispensable. But could all these factors come together again? Dream on! Such a perfect situation couldn't even be achieved in a dream! The loss is agonizing!
I remembered my sister's sweet breast milk, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart. Tears streamed down my face. My dear sister, you were the best to me. Where can I find someone so kind? From childhood to adulthood, I've only ever had my mother's milk; I've never had anyone else's. But now, sister, you've forgotten everything. To cure my illness and stop my cough, you gave me your most precious gift. Sister, how can I repay you?
A feeling of gratitude, an impulse, intertwined in my heart; I didn't know what to do. But finally, my elder sister's smooth and firm body appeared before my eyes. Elder sister, you are the first woman I've ever been so close to. How could I forget you? I couldn't resist and reached for my genitals. While softly calling out "elder sister," I moved violently, and soon I became dizzy. Elder sister, I love you so much! ...

VIII. Helping Elder Sister with Work (V)

I woke up feeling refreshed. Today is Sunday.
My older sister said to me, "Xiao Mu, how did you sleep last night? You must be exhausted. Why don't you go back? I'll finish the rest."
"No way! I'm not tired. I've come all this way, how can I let you do it all by yourself!"
My sister looked at me and smiled, saying, "Hurry up and eat!"
My sister's cooking was always so delicious, a perfect balance of meat and vegetables, simple yet exquisite. It's not just a case of loving her because of her; I've eaten at many homes and restaurants since then, but none of them have been as satisfying as my sister's cooking. It seems she's not only beautiful and gentle, but also incredibly capable. Unfortunately, my wife is utterly useless. This isn't just me trying to highlight my sister's virtues, but as later events have proven.
I drove to the field and saw that half the harvest was still unfinished. Yesterday's rain had delayed things; otherwise, there wouldn't be much left.
I rushed into the field and got to work quickly.
The morning dew didn't lessen the heat; it was truly an "autumn tiger"!
Soon, I was drenched in sweat again. Farming is really tough.
Just then, I bumped into my fiancée. She worked very slowly; I don't know if it was due to limited stamina or if she was just naturally slow.
She actually smiled at me. To repay her, when we met, I grabbed her breasts. I swear, I'd never done that before, and I doubt anyone had ever touched her there before, because she froze. I cursed inwardly: "Damn, does having a little steamed bun make you feel something?" But she recovered quickly and scolded, "You're so shameless!"
Emboldened by my anger, I rushed forward, hugged her tightly, and slipped my hand inside her clothes, touching her breasts. Her scream made me quickly pull my hand away and return to normal. I said softly, "What are you yelling about? Aren't you mine?"
She thought for a moment and said, "I just can't stand it."
Hmph, I touched you just to build rapport, not because I like you. I touched you to let you know how much I love you. Actually, it's all just an act, for the sake of money.
I was savoring the moment: Even a small steamed bun has its smoothness and a unique charm. My fiancée was really aroused today; she was completely stunned. Yes, these old maids who have studied for many years and whose looks don't arouse men's desire must be very lonely and thirsty inside. They are physically mature, but not emotionally. Perhaps a man's touch awakens an uncontrollable desire within them, a desire that burns like wildfire, growing ever stronger. My touch was a consolation to these old maids. I
remember once, when I was drunk, I said: "My wife is a virgin." Everyone was shocked. They exclaimed in amazement: "That's difficult! Finding a virgin is harder than finding a dinosaur!" Actually, it's precisely because of their ugliness that they have preserved their "precious" chastity. I'll make do for bread, but this knot in my heart will never be untied, because I haven't found a woman I love.
Lost in thought, I suddenly noticed my older sister looking at me. I glanced at her, and she turned away to continue working. Oh dear, she saw what happened! How embarrassing! What will she think of me? Rough? Wild?
Why is she staring? It suddenly dawned on me: perhaps my sister hasn't received a man's comfort in a long time! Her husband works for the railway and only comes home occasionally. She's a young woman in her prime, and her physical and emotional loneliness is obvious. Did my actions just now trigger her memories? Or perhaps what happened yesterday was like a pebble thrown into her heart, creating ripples? I stopped thinking about it and got back to work.
We arrived early and worked hard, and the corncobs were almost gone after our scavenging. My older sister beamed with joy as she looked at the piles of golden corn cobs on the ground. Every year, she had to beg and plead for help, which took a long time because it was hard to find anyone available during the busy farming season. I had solved a huge problem for her; how could she not be happy?
Look, she's coming over! She exclaimed, "Xiao Mu, thank you so much! Go and rest, I'll pack them."
"Sister, don't be so formal," I replied. "We're family, this is what I should do. You should rest, I'll pack them."
After some back and forth, my sister and I packed them together. My fiancée was resting under the tree again—useless! Labor makes you healthy; you'll only get weaker.
My sister picked up the corn cobs, and I held the bags open. Watching the bags of corn being packed, I felt a mix of joy and worry. Joy because I had solved a huge problem for my sister, but worry because it would be difficult to visit her again, and the opportunities to work with her would be few.
I cherished every moment I had with my sister. The older sister was so hot she was only wearing a tank top. Long hours of labor had left her chest soaked with two large wet patches, her nipples clearly visible. The white tank top clung to her chest, almost transparent, revealing even the color of her areolas. I exclaimed that the trip was worthwhile. I could never tire of looking at her, and my heart pounded again. The older sister seemed to notice me watching her and tried to pull the tank top up, but it was already so wet; there was no way to cover it up. With each squat and rise, her breasts jiggled, and my heart skipped a beat. Luckily, I don't have a heart condition, or I would have been dead on the spot.
Before coming here, I never imagined life could be so pleasurable! Before, I only knew how to find fleeting pleasure in my dreams, but "dreams leave no trace," never leaving a mark!
Older sister, you have satisfied my parched soul. I will begin to live and explore with a more positive attitude.
Lost in thought, I suddenly heard my older sister cry out. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw she had tripped over a corn stalk. Her body twisted a strange 360 degrees, and she was about to fall. With my quick reflexes, I rushed forward and grabbed her hand, but I lost my balance and was pulled down by her instead. She spun around and landed on top of me, making my heart pound. She struggled to get up, but couldn't. Meanwhile, her long hair was wrapped around my neck—I had to be careful! Just then
, my fiancée ran over, shouting, "Get up!"
She might have been a little angry, but seeing my sister's pained expression, she quickly asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
My sister groaned, "I think I twisted my ankle, it hurts so much!"
I gently moved her hair aside and helped her up. As soon as her foot touched the ground, she cried out. I quickly laid some bags under her, made her lie down, and went to check her foot. After taking off my older sister's socks, I saw that her feet were snow-white, without any marks. I touched her feet: "Does it hurt?"
She said, "No."
It seemed her leg must be injured. At this moment, my wife helped, trying to roll up her trouser legs, but she was wearing tight pants, and they couldn't be rolled up, making her groan. In the end, my wife had to take off her outer pants. She wasn't wearing long underwear, just her outer pants. Under my wife's watchful gaze, I quickly glanced at her and saw that she was wearing snow-white underwear, with a slit in the middle—a man's most arousing spot! I dared not look any longer. When I looked at her legs, I saw a large purple bruise above her knees; no wonder it hurt. I tried to touch it, and she groaned again. What to do? I guess I have to go home and get some alcohol!
I quickly started the car and sped home.

IX. My Eldest Sister Was Hospitalized (Part 1)

Back at my eldest sister's house, I finally managed to find some alcohol swabs and alcohol. I quickly grabbed them and drove towards the cornfield. I
was driving too fast and almost ran over a chicken. I heard the old woman cursing at me, but who cares, my sister is the priority.
When I arrived at the field, my sister was still groaning. I quickly used the alcohol-soaked cotton balls to rub her leg.
The purple bruise was visibly swollen, and the cooling effect of the rapidly evaporating alcohol eased her pain. But she was still crying out in pain, her eyes filled with tears. Could it be that she had broken a bone? Ah, this can't be taken lightly.
My wife and I discussed it and decided to take my older sister to the town hospital. She was in too much pain to speak.
Passing through a village, I settled in with my sister's mother-in-law, got some money, and asked someone to collect some corn cobs before heading to the town clinic.
Speaking of my sister's mother-in-law, she's also a sickly person, taking medicine every day. To exaggerate, she says almost every organ in her body is diseased. These past few days, working in the fields and having her look after the children has taken a toll on her health. But if she doesn't look after the children, who will? (My older sister's father-in-law had died long ago. This trip to the hospital, I didn't know how long it would take, and I clearly saw the bitterness on the old man's face.
My sister groaned in pain the whole way, and I was extremely anxious. I drove very fast, but this old tricycle, no matter how fast it went, was only about 60 miles per hour. I was in a real hurry.
When we arrived at the town clinic, my wife wanted to help me lift my sister, but she was so weak, how could we lift her?
With a heavy heart, I held my sister in my arms, one hand supporting her back, the other slowly supporting her legs. Perhaps this action aggravated her pain, because she cried out again. I quickly walked into the ward, my sister's heavy...) Her breath tickled my face, but I didn't have time to think about anything else; saving her was the priority.
At the orthopedics ward, the doctor ordered an ultrasound. My wife and I gently laid my older sister on the bed, anxiously awaiting the results.
The results came back: a fracture. Ah, a fracture! My wife and I were both shocked. This was adding to the chaos; it would take a while to recover. Enough talk, let's focus on the patient.
After the diagnosis, the doctor said: "It's a bit serious; surgery is needed for a better recovery." Ah, my wife and I had never encountered anything like this before; we were terrified. In the end, we could only follow the doctor's advice.
We paid the deposit and went to the ward… I saw four or five patients and their families, about a dozen in total, and it was overwhelming. Then I remembered I had a relative in this town, so I went out and called him. A little while later, the hospital's vice president arrived, all smiles, and arranged a small ward for us with only one person, saying the cost wouldn't be high and he'd find a way. It seems privilege really does have its advantages in this society.
When I put my older sister on the bed, I realized I was drenched in sweat. My sister's moans lessened a bit on the cool bed; she needed an IV drip soon, and surgery that afternoon. I stopped... I started by notifying my brother-in-law. I dialed the number my wife had given me, but it rang for a long time without being answered. I was furious and started cursing, of course, in the hallway—I couldn't let my sister hear me! I dialed a few more times, and finally got through, but a policeman answered. After clarifying who I was looking for and the situation here, he said, "The person you're looking for is currently in detention. He was detained for fifteen days for getting into a group fight, and he can't go back for the time being. You'll have to figure it out yourself."
After hanging up, I cursed under my breath: How unlucky! Who will take care of the sick person?
I told my wife about the situation, and she was also very anxious. I said, "Let's call my mother-in-law, your mother."
“No, my mom is taking care of my grandma. Grandma hasn't eaten or drunk anything for days. We can't let her know, or it'll be bad for everyone!”
my wife whispered. I suddenly remembered—yes, just last week my fiancée and I went to see her grandma. She's old; maybe she's waiting for heaven to call her!
What are we going to do? My older sister's ailing mother-in-law has to take care of her child, my father-in-law farms a lot of land and is worried about not having enough help! My sister-in-law's younger sister is still in school, still very young.
Finally, my fiancée decided: the two of us will take care of her. "Okay, let's both take a few days off from work. People are the most important thing." I didn't realize my wife was so decisive. There was no other way; if we didn't take care of her, who would?
I called my boss and asked for ten days off to take care of the sick person. Of course, I didn't mention taking care of my sister-in-law, because that would be a bit unreasonable. My fiancée also called her workplace.
Then, I went downstairs to buy food. Surprisingly, my sister-in-law ate quite a bit of the food I bought. This was because I had been observing her closely, as I knew what she liked to eat. My sister-in-law lowered her head... "Xiao Mu is very attentive," I said.
The nurse came and started the IV drip. The fluid dripped slowly, and my wife reminded me to buy a flat spittoon, saying it was for women.
I went out and bought some toiletries and tableware.
The spittoon came at just the right time; my older sister needed to use the restroom soon after, so I quickly left, leaving her sister—my wife—to attend to her. A while later, I saw my wife carrying out a container of yellowish urine. I muttered to myself, "Taking care of patients is exhausting, especially dealing with urination and defecation; it's unbearable."
Two bottles of fluid were finished; it was 2:30 PM. Surgery... The time came. My wife saw my older sister being wheeled into the operating room, and tears streamed down her face. I comforted her, saying, "It's a minor surgery, don't worry.
" After an anxious wait, my older sister was finally wheeled out, her leg in a cast and bandaged. She looked distressed and asked me, "Will my leg be saved?"
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Were patients really that fragile, always thinking the worst? I said, "Sister, it's okay, it's a minor surgery. The doctor said she can be discharged in ten days."
My older sister's expression calmed down a little.
"Where's your brother-in-law? Hasn't he come yet?"
my older sister asked anxiously.
It seemed the truth couldn't be hidden any longer.
I lied again: "My brother-in-law's boss took him on a business trip to Guangxi. He won't be back for ten days."
"Oh, it seems the boss thinks highly of him!"
My older sister's face lit up with a hint of joy.
I chuckled inwardly at my lie. Silly sister, how could you know your husband's in cell?
My fiancée glared at me.
My older sister spoke again: "Are you going to serve me from now on? Xiao Mu, you should go back!"
My fiancée quickly said, "Sister, what's wrong with us? Besides, Xiao Mu has to stay; I can't take care of him alone!"
I knew my wife's health was weak and she wouldn't be able to handle it for long.
I quickly added, "It's nothing, we should serve you."
"What about your work? Have you arranged anything? It's all my fault, I've dragged you down!"
the older woman said softly.
She was exhausted and fell asleep with an apologetic look on her face.
My fiancée was also tired and soon fell asleep beside her bed.
What to do that night? I went to the hospital's luggage room and rented a chair; the beds and chairs were all rented out. I'd have to make do.
I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk.
It was around 5 pm, and the streets were bustling with people and vehicles—people carrying crops, people driving home from work, and students playing around. Looking at this unfamiliar town, I felt a strange feeling. Life is full of unexpected things; I never imagined I'd come to a strange town to take care of someone I knew yet was unfamiliar with. My sister-in-law, whom I know well.
It's time to buy food. After I bought it, I carried it upstairs.

10. My eldest sister was admitted to the hospital (Part 2)

I pushed open the ward door and saw that my eldest sister was in better spirits. She smiled when she spoke.
I was also very happy and hoped that my eldest sister would get better soon. Such a beautiful woman, it would be bad if she couldn't move.
I was very puzzled: how did my eldest sister break her leg when she fell on me? So I asked my eldest sister, "Elder sister, I'm such a jinx. If I hadn't pulled you, you wouldn't be so badly injured!"
My eldest sister quickly said, "No, I did fall on you, but my leg hit a big rock on the side of the ground. If you hadn't pulled me, I would have fallen even worse!"
I felt a little relieved. Otherwise, I would have felt that I was the one who ruined things!
My wife said, "Stop talking, the food's getting cold!"
I quickly laid a tablecloth on the table near my sister-in-law, took out the food, and we started eating. After dinner, I started washing the dishes and boiling water. While I
was busy, my wife said, "Go out for a bit, I'll call you back in."
What was so secretive? My sister-in-law must need to use the restroom. I quickly went out.
But after waiting a while, I didn't hear my wife call me. What was she doing? Was she urinating in the Yangtze River? I peeked through a crack in the door. I saw my wife holding a fast food cup directly in front of my sister-in-law's chest. My sister-in-law was squeezing her breasts, and white milk dripped down. While squeezing, she said, "Oh dear, I'm so full! If I don't squeeze, what will happen?"
Oh, so my sister-in-law was expressing milk. Her milk was being consumed by her baby every day, and now that she'd been in the hospital for so long, her breasts must be incredibly full, so she had to express it. Seeing that the older woman couldn't squeeze any more milk out, I quickly stood in the hallway, afraid my wife would notice me peeking. Actually, I'd already used my mouth to drink it; of the three people, only your wife didn't know.
My wife came out, took the cup, and headed towards the restroom. I rushed over and said, "Let me empty it; you need to take care of the older woman!"
My wife looked at me and agreed.
I thought to myself: Why throw away something so good?
I took the cup to a corner of the hallway, saw my wife had gone into the ward, and then picked it up and put it in my mouth. The milk was still warm; drinking it from the cup gave it a different flavor. It was about half a cup, and I drank for several minutes. After finishing, I licked the cup and my lips with lingering satisfaction; the feeling was indescribable! What a precious thing! I was moved to tears. I felt a surge of strength; this was very rare human milk!
A few minutes later, when I walked into the ward with the washed cup, I had a peculiar feeling. They had no idea; they thought I'd poured it into the trash! Hehe!
I asked my older sister if her leg was hurting badly.
She said it had lessened considerably, and the swelling seemed to have gone down a lot.
My wife and I discussed that one day had already passed, and she only needed nine more days to be discharged. My older sister was also looking forward to being discharged.
I comforted her, telling her not to worry, that getting well was the most important thing, and that a good mood would help her recover faster. My older sister nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Conditions in the town were poor, and there was no TV in the hospital room, so we started chatting. I shared all the interesting things I had seen and heard, making the two sisters laugh heartily. Seeing their joy, I was also infected by their happiness and became even more talkative.
Just then, my wife's phone rang. She answered and found it was her boss calling. Her boss wanted her to attend a fifteen-day computer training course.
My wife was anxious, saying she couldn't get away and asked if she could be moved to the next batch of training. Her boss said she was already in the last batch and couldn't be moved any further; the training institution had a schedule!
My wife then asked if she could find someone to take her place. Her boss said they needed to verify her identity by checking in online every day! "Don't make things worse. You'll have to take responsibility if something goes wrong."
That last sentence carried a lot of weight. My wife thought it over and decided she had to go. But who would take care of her older sister? Even though I was there, there's a difference between men and women, and there would inevitably be inconveniences!
What to do? Her family wasn't well-off; they couldn't afford a nurse, and who would they trust to care for her?
The two sisters were at their wits' end. I said, "Since work is so important, you can't be late. I'll take care of her!
" They both said in unison, "There's never a time when it's inconvenient! What can we do?"
I said, "There's no other way. Work comes first, saving face is secondary."
My sister-in-law blushed a little at my words, and I didn't object anymore. That was settled.
Actually, the inconvenience was precisely what her sister needed to be able to do. People need to eat, drink, use the toilet, and sleep every day, but when they're immobile and need someone else to care for them, that's when the question of who should take care of them arises. But I'm just a brother-in-law who's not yet married into the family, yet I'm supposed to be responsible for my sister-in-law's every need from now on. This is too unbelievable.
But things just happen by chance, the impossible is about to happen.
My sister-in-law's face was full of worry when she thought about it.
I couldn't do anything, I could only say: the illness is the priority, don't think about anything else.
It was like a scene from the movie "The Empty City Stratagem," there were just too few people.
I was also a little worried when I thought about having to take on the heavy responsibility of my sister-in-law's every need from now on. Food and drink are not a problem, I can buy them, but the main problem is urination and defecation, what am I going to do? My sister-in-law can't move one leg, how inconvenient it would be for me to help her! Even one's own siblings wouldn't do this, let alone a sister-in-law and brother-in-law! I can't imagine it, whatever, just pretend I don't see anything.

XI. My sister-in-law was admitted to the hospital (Part 3)

The next morning, my wife got in the car and left, busy with computer training.
I also got up quickly to prepare for the day's work.
First, I prepared hot water and adjusted the temperature to help my sister-in-law wash her face. The older sister didn't need me to help her clean up; she just asked me to wet a towel and apply soap so she could clean herself.
After buying food and eating with her, I rushed to get her medication—the IV fluids she needed for today.
After that, I couldn't go out anymore, unlike yesterday when I could go shopping for some fresh air.
I had to watch her receive the IV, making sure to call the nurse as soon as the bottle was finished. And if she needed to use the restroom, I had to be extra attentive.
Today, my wife wasn't there, so my sister probably wouldn't feel comfortable asking, and I had to be constantly vigilant. Before my wife left, she told me to take good care of my sister, and quietly but sternly told me: "Don't look at things you shouldn't see, and try to stay calm." It made me blush!
Actually, accompanying a patient is the most boring thing; you can't do anything but watch over them and try to make them happy—it's much more tiring than a full day's work.
Thankfully, chatting with my understanding older sister wasn't boring at all; her bright eyes and charming personality made her a beautiful sight in herself.
I talked to her for a long time.
She regretted not studying harder, which meant she still had to do farm work.
I said, "Actually, it's because you're too hardworking. Your husband's income is more than enough to support the family. If you hadn't farmed, would this whole mess have happened?"
She agreed, saying she'd come to terms with it and decided never to farm again. It was too much trouble, and the losses outweighed the gains; the income from farming wasn't even enough to cover medical bills!
I said, "You've finally come to terms with it, that's good. You're in the prime of your life; you should cherish your youth and not waste your time farming. Farmers all look old because of the wind and sun. Think about it, how many years of youth does a woman have?"
This struck a chord with her; she felt it was so true. She then complained that her husband had never talked to her like this before, that he was a rough man. I thought, "You don't know about his fights."
She started crying.
I quickly asked her why.
She said, "It reminded me of the past!" I thought back to my past with my husband. He was always too rough, never truly appreciating me, and always thought too highly of himself, saying I wasn't good enough for him because he was a railway worker.
He even said, "I was attracted to you when I first saw how pretty you were, but I never imagined that looks couldn't put food on the table." He also mentioned that his coworker had married a female worker from the same company and now lived in an apartment in the city… a whole string of complaints like that.
I said, "How could your husband say that? It's too much! Husbands and wives shouldn't belittle each other; it's wrong and incredibly hurtful."
When I touched on my sister's painful memories, she started crying again. I quickly tried to comfort her, saying that crying wasn't good for her health, and that things weren't as good as usual.
It seems every family has its own troubles! I never imagined that my elegant sister could be so distressed.
My dear brother-in-law, you didn't appreciate what you had; how will you face it if you lose it? Marriage is like a small boat; you can't complain about its quality, but rather how you steer it to stay afloat in life's storms!
I couldn't forget the patient. I glanced at the IV drip; it was half full.
Looking at my sister, I saw pain on her face, and her body was trembling.
"What's wrong? " I
asked. "Sister, what's wrong? Should we call a doctor?"
She hesitated for a moment before saying she needed to urinate.
Oh, what should I do?
I quickly pulled the spittoon from under the bed, trying to figure out how to help her.
Her injured leg was stiff and immobile. She pulled her pants down to her knees, her eyes fixed on me. I wanted to close my eyes; I couldn't stand her gaze, it felt like two knives watching me. Then she propped herself up with her hands, making me place the spittoon under her. I still couldn't bear to look her in the eye. I quickly placed the spittoon under her. It's impossible not to have seen; I have eyes. I was just momentarily blinded by her white buttocks—they were too dazzling. I glanced at her briefly and quickly moved aside, turning my back to her. But then I heard a cry. I turned around and saw my sister had fallen onto the bed. Apparently, she was too weak to support herself and had fallen. Luckily, her body tilted to one side; otherwise, she would have spilled the spittoon. I rushed over to help her up, but she didn't say anything. She couldn't get up on her own without my help. I saw her lower body was still writhing, and a drop of urine was leaking out every now and then. I couldn't blame her; who can stop urinating halfway through? I quickly picked her up, letting her back rest against my chest. I held her waist with one hand and her legs with the other, positioning her buttocks towards the flat spittoon. Her urine rushed into the spittoon, showing how hard she had to hold it in. I could only hear a "hissing" sound, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, intermittent but continuous. Perhaps it was because she had been holding it in for so long. I was behind her, and since she couldn't look at me, I looked down at her lower body. Oh my god, my heart was pounding! I saw her genitals! This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's genitals! I was terrified; it was the first time I had seen a woman's four labia up close. That mountain spring was flowing rapidly from a small opening…
I hoped she would finish quickly. How embarrassing it would be if a doctor or nurse came to check on me!
There was a smell of urine in the air, and I sneezed twice in a row.
Everything just keeps happening to me…
Suddenly, my older sister called me, asking for some toilet paper. I quickly gave her the paper.
After a while, my older sister said a little embarrassedly, "Xiao Mu, could you please empty this?"
I quickly picked up the spittoon and strode to the toilet, flushing it many times with water.
My older sister looked apologetic, "Xiao Mu, look, I'm so sorry to have troubled you."
I said, "It's nothing, relatives should help each other. "
The medicine was almost gone, so I quickly went to call the nurse... 02-10

Twelve, My Older Sister Was Hospitalized (Part Four)

In front of my older sister, I was no longer as unruly as I had been when helping in the fields those days. At least, I wouldn't have any bad intentions anymore. Because I didn't want to take advantage of her; that would be cowardly!
When taking care of her, I was considerate and very tactful, and my older sister showed a satisfied smile.
After the IV drip was finished, I helped my older sister turn over. The nurse instructed: "Don't lie on your back for too long, it can easily cause sores." I saw that my older sister was tired, so I didn't say anything more. Sure enough, she fell asleep soon after.
I was also tired; I hadn't slept well these past few days. I was
so sleepy, so I lay down on the table. ...
Where am I? The sky is full of stars, the night is tranquil, insects in the grass are chirping softly, and the hazy crescent moon, like a tired child, is hiding in the embrace of the clouds.
I strolled over and found myself on a beach. I quickly ran over, my bare feet sinking into the fine sand, watching the waves gently surge and recede. A feeling of indescribable comfort washed over me. Everything was so harmonious and peaceful.
Suddenly, I noticed someone lying a few dozen meters away. What happened? I rushed over.
When I got there, I saw it was my sister-in-law, lying there quietly. I softly asked her, "What's wrong?" "Sister!"
My sister-in-law didn't answer. In the starlight, I could vaguely see a large teardrop under her long eyelashes. I wanted to wipe it away with my hand, but afraid of waking her, I gently kissed her. The tear vanished with my kiss, and my older sister seized the opportunity to embrace me, returning a deep kiss in return…
In that sweet moment, a loud shout startled me. I looked around and saw my father-in-law standing to my left, his angry face contorted. He cursed, “You beast! You’ve done something worse than a pig or a dog!”
I shuddered in fear. Then, someone else approached from my right and punched me, knocking me to the ground. I clutched my wound and saw it was my brother-in-law. Oh no! Was this going to kill me? Before I could think further, my father-in-law and brother-in-law pulled me up and walked towards the sea.
I cried out, “No! Don’t leave me! Help me! Help me…”
Just then, I heard my sister-in-law calling, “Xiao Mu, wake up! Quickly!”
I opened my eyes, rubbing my aching neck, and realized I had just had a dream—a terrifying dream!
My sister-in-law looked at me: "Xiao Mu, what nightmare did you have? You were so scared!"
How could I tell her? I gave her a few perfunctory words and stood up to stretch.
There was a commotion in the hallway; probably another new patient had arrived.
I pondered the dream. What did it signify? The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. It seemed I had to be more considerate…
I suddenly remembered that my older sister hadn't drunk water in a long time, so I quickly prepared some. She said she didn't want any.
She must be worried that drinking too much water would cause her to need to urinate frequently, both to bother me and to make things inconvenient for herself. I persuaded her: "Sister, this is your treatment period. You mustn't get dehydrated, otherwise it will make things worse. Please drink it, I'll just pour it a few more times…"
My sister-in-law picked up the glass a little shyly.
Sitting there was boring. I'd said everything I needed to say, but my sister-in-law and I were still somewhat strangers.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I asked her what kind of novel she liked me to read, and I'd go buy one.
My older sister said, "I like historical novels, especially those about the Tang Dynasty."
I quickly went out to a nearby bookstore to find a book. The bookstore wasn't big, and after searching for a while, I finally found a copy of "Empress Wu Zetian." After paying, I rushed upstairs.
I sat down and slowly began to read. My older sister listened intently, and whenever she came across an interesting passage, she would comment on it, and I would discuss it with her. Unexpectedly, time flew by.
Then, I read a chapter about Emperor Gaozong of Tang's adultery with his sister-in-law and niece. I originally planned not to read any further, but when I saw the words "sister-in-law," I thought I'd read it and see my sister-in-law's reaction. So
I started reading, but before I finished, my sister-in-law called for me to stop. I asked her what was wrong.
My older sister said, "No wonder Li Zhi lost power to his wife. He was a beast, capable of anything. He messed around with his sister-in-law and his niece. What kind of person was he, an emperor? The foundation of the Tang Dynasty may have started its decline from his hands..."
Hearing this, I felt my face burning. I felt like she was insulting me.
During the few days I helped her, my sister's occasional actions led me to misunderstand. I thought she was hinting at something. It seems I'm too prone to having such thoughts. These words felt like a slap in the face, making me realize I shouldn't have any improper ideas.
I had originally planned to take advantage of my time helping her to further our relationship. It seems I was wrong. How despicable I was in front of her! I blushed deeply.
My older sister suddenly laughed: "Perhaps I'm shedding tears reading *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, worrying about the ancients. Xiao Mu, keep reading, don't stop, please don't mind."
When I read again, I couldn't find the same feeling as before. The air felt too heavy, as if my older sister could see right through me.
As I read, I thought: If only my wife were here, I'd go back. This is so pointless, I'm so awkward here.
With my mind preoccupied with other thoughts while reading, it's no wonder I made mistakes. My older sister noticed I'd made several mistakes and said: "Xiao Mu, you're tired, don't read anymore, go rest."
I lazily replied, put the book on the table, and lay down on the unused bed, pretending to sleep.
My older sister didn't speak; the room was eerily quiet. I felt a little lost.
Suddenly, my wife appeared in my mind. She had repeatedly emphasized: "You must take good care of my older sister, don't be distracted. Remember, you're helping me take care of her!"
I was here to take care of my older sister; I was helping my wife! Thinking about it, I stood up and asked my older sister, "Sister, shall I peel an apple for you?"
My older sister quickly said no, but I started peeling.

Thirteen, My older sister was admitted to the hospital (V)

The stars twinkled, and I looked at the night sky, wanting to write a poem but not knowing how.
I slept too long in the afternoon and now I'm not sleepy at all.
My older sister was sleeping soundly like a little pig.
I decided to take a walk in the corridor.
I looked at my watch, it was a little past 11 p.m., and the corridor was quiet. The mottled walls and the lights that were sometimes on and sometimes off created an indescribable atmosphere.
There was a door at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor. The hospital was not well managed, and sometimes the door was closed, and people going upstairs sometimes couldn't find their way. I remember the first time I came here, I was wondering what was going on when a patient's family member came over and opened it for me. At that time, I was very grateful to him.
Therefore, a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude. My older sister's ward was not far from this door, and I often opened doors for others when I had free time. It was as if a kind of love was being passed on.
Just then, I heard heavy footsteps approaching, coming upstairs. Someone must be sick in the middle of the night; otherwise, why would they be here so late?
I hurried to the door, just as the footsteps reached it. I quickly opened the door, but there was no one there. Ah, had I misheard? Was I deaf? I even went down two flights of stairs and looked around, but there was nothing there either. A chill ran through me, and I rushed back upstairs to the ward.
Perhaps my hurried footsteps woke my older sister, who is a very restless sleeper and wakes up at the slightest noise.
She asked me anxiously, "What's wrong? What happened?"
I didn't dare tell her, "I heard you calling, and I thought you were awake, wanting water or something..."
My sister was suspicious: "I didn't move! You woke me up!"
"Maybe I misheard..."
I mumbled.
My heart finally calmed down a little. Damn it, there must be something evil going on. I'd heard people say hospitals are like cemeteries, teeming with dead souls. I didn't dare think about it anymore, so I tried to sleep.
But I couldn't fall asleep. Just as I was drifting off, I heard the door creak open with a sudden, sharp sound, like someone had pushed it. I was jolted awake, jumped to the floor, turned on the light, and looked around carefully, but there was nothing there. The hallway was empty too. That feeling returned; my hair stood on end. I rushed back inside and bolted the door shut.
Then I remembered locking it—I'd locked it, so how could it have opened? Still worried, I propped the table against the door.
Unexpectedly, my older sister was awake too. I hadn't even noticed my earlier anxiety.
She said, "Xiao Mu, I called you twice, but you didn't answer. You look terrible!"
I snapped out of it: "It's nothing, the door just slipped open. I went to close it; I wasn't fully awake yet."
My sister looked at me, her face showing disbelief.
"You locked the door, didn't you? I even reminded you!"
my older sister emphasized again.
"Maybe I forgot," I
said, afraid she'd be scared.
"Go to sleep, sister, don't talk about it anymore, it's 1 a.m.!"
I tried to change the subject.
But she kept asking, "Oh, is what that old lady next door said true?"
What? The old lady next door?
I suddenly remembered. Yesterday, the old lady next door came over to visit, to take care of her son.
The old lady said that the hospital wasn't quiet; at night, there were footsteps in the hallway, along with the sound of doors being pushed open, but when she went out, no one was there. She was very suspicious, and later, after asking the long-time residents, she learned that there was a wronged spirit here who had been killed by a doctor, and that the doctor would come out at night to look for him. Because of this, the doctor was transferred, but the spirit was still searching. At this time, it's best not to disturb him, come out and see…
She went on and on, and we were a little creeped out. After
the old lady left, I scolded her: "At your age, you still like to talk about ghosts and spirits."
I didn't expect my sister-in-law to remember.
Thinking of this, my older sister's face turned noticeably pale. She asked me, "Is it true? Tell me?"
I quickly reassured her, "Don't be afraid, it's not true. "
But she didn't forget, and her body began to tremble.
She said urgently, "Xiao Mu, come here, stay with me, I'm so scared..."
I went over and sat down by her bedside, whispering, "Sister, sleep, I'll stay here and watch over you."
But she still wouldn't listen, insisting I sleep on the bed too.
This was too embarrassing; could I do such a thing? It was improper.
Then, her voice trembled with tears, "Xiao Mu, please, come sleep on my bed, I don't mean anything by it, I'm just scared..."
Sigh, there was nothing I could do; there was no one else around.
I lay down, trying to keep some distance from her.
But she squeezed in, tightly hugging my arm, her body still shaking. I patted her arm and said, "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Honestly, I had no ulterior motives, but my older sister begged me to go up, and I couldn't refuse.
I was sweating buckets just now, and now I'm her protector?
Looking at my sister, her head was also covered in sweat. I quickly grabbed a towel from the side and let her wipe it off.
My older sister, still shaken, wiped herself and then tightly hugged my arm.
Oh dear, I felt so bad that I was sleeping next to her.
But at the time, no one thought of that; we were both straining to hear anything in the hallway.
Then, we heard a sound in the hallway—I couldn't tell if it was crying or singing. My sister was terrified, almost crying, her body trembling uncontrollably. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, like she'd just finished a 100-meter race.
Actually, my heart was pounding just as hard!
My sister whispered in my ear, "Xiao Mu, is the door securely locked?"
I whispered, "It's fine, it's very sturdy! Sister, you can sleep now!"
Even now, thinking back, I feel a chill run down my spine; that night had terrified me. But thankfully, I wasn't alone; my sister was there. She was still waiting for me to protect her, so I was just putting on a brave face. Actually, my heart was pounding too.
I don't even know how I finally fell asleep.
I was then startled awake by a knock on the door. My heart pounded again; was my sister about to cry out?
I looked up and saw it was already daylight. It was the nurse, there for her routine check-up.
I opened the door, and she complained, "Why did you close the door so tightly?"
I asked in surprise, "Didn't you hear footsteps and crying in the hallway last night?"
The nurse smiled faintly, "I wasn't on duty last night. What's the big deal? It must be a patient."
I didn't want to explain, but my brow furrowed again.
After taking her temperature, I noticed a large wet patch on my shirt sleeve. Just as I was wondering what was going on, it suddenly dawned on me—it must be my sister's milk! Yesterday, her chest had been pressed against my arm; no wonder my sleeve was wet! I turned around and secretly licked it—it was so sweet! Besides, my sister still pumps milk twice a day, morning and evening. What can she do when her child isn't around? I drink it all while it's still warm when I help her pour it out. It's a mix of emotions, drinking my sister's milk every day. Once, a patient I knew asked me, "Xiao Mu, what kind of milk do you drink? Goat's milk or cow's milk?"
I said it was human milk. The patient's wife almost laughed herself to death. I thought to myself, what are you laughing at? I'm telling the truth!
I went downstairs to get food, and my older sister's face looked very unpleasant.

Fourteen, My older sister was admitted to the hospital (VI)

I've never believed in ghosts or gods, but what happened yesterday was so astonishing that the undeniable facts forced me to believe. I felt fear for the first time.
My older sister's mood hadn't adjusted yet, and she didn't have a good appetite for breakfast.
I talked to her a lot and opened the window to let the sunlight and wind in. I told her: Today is the seventh day of your hospitalization. You'll be discharged soon. You must keep a good mood so you can recover faster.
Speaking of being discharged soon, I suddenly thought of something: I must not let her husband's family know that I'm taking care of my older sister, including my father-in-law's family. Although we were innocent, it's no wonder people were suspicious when a man and a woman were alone together in a room – "the Duke of Zhou feared rumors, and Wang Mang treated scholars with respect."
Thinking this, I told my older sister about the situation.
She was dismissive, saying, "Do you think you can erase your contribution? Let's see who dares to gossip!"
I said, "Sister, you think that way, but do you think others will? We're not even siblings, yet we're together every day. It's impossible not to be suspected!"
She thought for a moment and said, "That's true. Then I won't tell anyone. It's a secret between the three of us."
I said, "You must say it was my wife, your sister, who served you."
At this point, I quickly called my wife and explained the situation. She laughed, "I thought it was something serious.
This idiot, you don't understand even when I tell you."
After last night, my older sister seemed to have developed a dependence on me and unexpectedly became concerned about me, talking to me for a long time. I, however, remained calm, thinking I shouldn't be presumptuous and make a fool of myself.
Finally, my older sister commented on me: "You're very responsible, intelligent, and understanding. My sister is so lucky!"
Seeing her expression, she seemed to want more. I cursed inwardly: You can't judge a book by its cover. You've given me this evaluation after just a few days? Do you even know what kind of person I am? Are you still clinging to me, hoping to marry me along with your sister? (jokingly) I reiterated to her that I couldn't farm anymore. Life is short; why make things harder on myself?
She said: "That's right. After this experience, I've come to terms with it. I can't push myself anymore. I've learned a lot from you; one must always cherish oneself."
This conversation lasted a long time, continuing until noon when I was about to go out to buy lunch.
Suddenly, my older sister reminded me, "You've worked so hard; buy some good food, and definitely get a bottle of low-alcohol liquor to relieve your worries."
Her words immediately awakened my craving for alcohol. That invigorating, euphoric liquor—I absolutely had to have some today.
Speaking of drinking, I really enjoy it, but my tolerance isn't very high, and I tend to get drunk easily. That feeling of "not being a guest in a dream" is something I crave. "A world of possibilities in a cup, a long day in a pot"—all the world's conflicts and unhappiness are contained in that raised glass!
I believe most men enjoy drinking, and I've also seen many women who are addicted. Over the years, while my wife's problems haven't been resolved, my alcohol tolerance has improved. What I want to say is: alcohol isn't poison; it's a close friend who shares your joys and sorrows. A good drink can dispel a thousand worries; that's how the vastness of the world in a cup comes about.
I selected a few exquisite dishes and bought a bottle of low-alcohol baijiu. My older sister told me to buy low-alcohol, and I'll definitely obey—high-alcohol is too risky!
When I placed the dishes on the table, my older sister sat up and smiled, saying, "Xiao Mu, you're so reliable! Look at these dishes, they're all to my liking!"
I quickly handed her chopsticks, "Sister, eat up! We'll be finishing our hospital stay soon, we should celebrate!"
I found a paper cup, poured myself a glass of wine, and was about to drink when my sister spoke up, "Xiao Mu, that's not good of you. You drank it all without asking if I drank, isn't that impolite?"
Ah, my sister drinks too? "
Why did I ask you to buy low-alcohol wine? Because I drink too, and I love baijiu!"
My sister was quite bold.
Ah, a heroine among women, that's how I see women who drink.
"I'm sorry..."
I said repeatedly, "But, sister, is it okay for you to drink during your treatment?"
"Alcohol helps with detoxification, it's fine, I won't drink much!"
I hesitated for a moment, then quickly filled my sister's glass.
After a few bites of food, my sister drank half a glass in one go! Oh dear!
"Big sister, slow down, be careful not to get drunk. Let's drink slowly!"
"Alright, let's drink slowly, no rush!"
After taking a sip of wine, I felt a warm current flow from my mouth all the way down to my stomach, a long-lost feeling of comfort welling up inside me. Ah, wine is a wonderful thing!
It seems that my big sister must feel the same way, because the expression on her face tells me so.
"Big sister, I didn't expect you to be such a good drinker!"
"Xiao Mu, you don't know, I loved to drink even before I got married. I was the biggest drinker in the family, even better than my father!"
"Oh, sister, don't get me drunk!"
I joked.
"Hehe!"
My sister seemed to become more cheerful after drinking, showing some carefree behavior.
Before I knew it, I had drunk half a bottle. I looked at the bottle and said, "Sister, don't drink anymore, it's bad for your health!"
My sister said, "It's okay, I'm a grown woman, don't you know that?"
So I stopped trying to persuade her.
I started to feel a little dizzy.
At this point, my sister started to talk more. She poured out her family situation, her grievances, and how considerate I had been to her.
I said, "Don't talk about these things, but you're my wife's sister, aren't you?"
My sister's voice changed, becoming somewhat agitated.
She said, "Xiao Mu, you're such a good man! My sister is so lucky, ah, if only I had a husband like you!"
Ah, my sister is losing her composure, if she drinks any more, there will be problems, what should I do? I was thinking of a solution.
If this were before, I wouldn't have been afraid of my sister losing her composure, I even thought that some story might unfold between us! However, her comments about Emperor Gaozong of Tang a few days ago deeply hurt me, and I dare not have any thoughts about her for the time being.
If she drinks too much and I drink too much, we will inevitably break into that forbidden area, which is not good. What will my older sister do if she finds out about the situation when she wakes up the next day? She is a patient now. If she is in unbearable pain, then... the consequences will be unimaginable! I must stay calm and not take advantage of her! I
need to think of a way to stop my older sister from drinking. Forcing her will not work! My older sister is in high spirits, and you will upset her if you try to persuade her.
Seeing that there is not much wine left in my older sister's glass, her tone of voice and her movements are becoming more and more frivolous. I must control myself and not lose myself!
What should I do? ...

Fifteen, My older sister is hospitalized (seven)

My older sister drank the wine in her glass in one gulp and smiled as she asked me to pour her more.
What should I do?
I picked up the bottle, uncorked it, and was about to pour the wine when suddenly I swayed and fell to the ground, spilling the wine from the bottle. I pretended I couldn't get up, letting the wine spill until almost all of it was gone before slowly getting up.
My older sister called out and tried to help me up, but I said no.
After I got up, I held the remaining wine, less than half a glass, and apologized profusely.
My older sister looked at me with a regretful expression and said, "I was just praising you, and now you're so clumsy!"
I also said I was really sorry, maybe I had drunk too much.
I had no choice but to pour the rest for my older sister, who drank it all in one gulp and pointed to the empty glass, saying, "I didn't enjoy it at all! Xiao Mu, why don't you buy me another bottle?"
Oh my god!
I pretended to be a little unsteady and said, "Auntie, I'm a little drunk, I really can't walk, I'm afraid I'll fall on the way and no one will help me."
My older sister sighed and said, "That's fine then, we'll drink again later."
Saying that, she slowly lay down.
I quickly tidied up the mess, washed the dishes and utensils, and put away the uneaten food.
Then, I prepared hot water and let my older sister wash her face.
She wiped her face with a towel and said, "It feels so good, Xiao Mu is so considerate."
I noticed a slightly dazed look on her face as she spoke.
I quickly changed the subject and went to wash myself.
Finally, I lay down on the bed, stretched, and looked at the clock—it was past 10 pm. Time flies!
Suddenly remembering yesterday's situation, I quickly got up and used the table to barricade the door, just in case.
My older sister wasn't asleep and watched me do all this.
"You can't sleep at your place tonight, you have to come over. I'm scared to be alone!"
Ugh, she wants me to come over? How embarrassing! What should I do?
I pretended to be drunk and couldn't hear what she was saying.
After calling me a few times and seeing no response, she said, "If you don't come over, I'm going to come over!"
Honestly, older sisters these days are capable of anything!
I hurriedly said, "Big sister, no need, I'll come over!"
"You little rascal, you dare to lie to me? Do you think I'm a wolf? Would I eat you?"
If I recorded what my sister said right now, I believe she would be filled with shame when she sobered up.
I slowly walked over, got on the bed, and lay down on the outermost side. It was supposed to be a single bed, but now it was very cramped with two people sleeping in it. I tried to sleep on one side, but it was really uncomfortable; I almost fell off.
Unexpectedly, my sister grabbed me tightly and pulled me to the middle of the bed. I could hardly breathe.
My sister looked at me with bleary eyes: "Xiao Mu, tell me why you're avoiding your big sister?"
I didn't say anything.
"Xiao Mu, tell me, do you like me a lot?"
I dared not speak.
"Xiao Mu, I can see what you're thinking. You regret marrying your wife a little, always thinking she's not good-looking, right!"
Ah, she saw right through me.
"Actually, if a girl looked like me and had a job, she wouldn't marry you!"
I was ashamed. This girl knew everything. I always thought I was so clever.
"Actually, after seeing you, I felt a little different. After spending time with you, I realize you're a kind and good man. But why can't I find a man like you when I'm looking for a partner?"
I pretended to be asleep.
Suddenly, the older woman laughed, gently stroking my face. "See, you're still pretending!"
It tickled so much I quickly removed her hand. "Sister, go to sleep. I'm tired, and you're tired too!"
"I'm not tired, I can't sleep, I just want to talk to you!"
"Don't you feel anything when you see a woman like me, let alone when you're holding me?"
She suddenly laughed, chuckling. "Xiao Mu, your thing has already told me, it's harder than a diamond!"
Ah, I knew what she was talking about. Last night, in the same bed with her, my little brother was engorged all night, it was so pent up. Now, she was deliberately teasing me, and I couldn't take it anymore.
Reason told me: stay calm, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!
I tried to move away from her. I noticed that the thing she mentioned was pressing against her abdomen. Oh dear, how embarrassing!
Sister, why are you drinking? And why are you so timid, insisting I stay with you?
I'm a healthy man with flesh and blood! Instinct is human nature, but you're forcing me to push my limits. Ugh, I'm about to break down.
Sister, please, don't touch me anymore, don't provoke me with your words.
But the effects of alcohol are terrifying. Sister actually took off her coat, saying she was very hot, and was only wearing a vest. She hugged me tightly, and her body heat transferred to me. I was already drenched in sweat from fear, and now I felt even hotter, sweating profusely.
Seeing this, my older sister laughed and said, "Hurry up and take it off, be careful not to get heatstroke. If you get sick from the heat, who will take care of me?"
I couldn't stand the heat, so I quickly took off my shirt. Oh dear, I was a little scared. I wondered what my older sister was going to do next.
Suddenly, my older sister kissed my face with her lips reeking of alcohol, laughing lewdly, "Little brother, you're still just a little kid who's been kissed by your mother!"
I felt like I'd been electrocuted, and all the blood in my body rushed to my head. Oh dear, I couldn't take it anymore.
My older sister then said to me, "Xiao Mu, what happened tonight is only known to heaven, earth, you, and me. If I don't tell, will you?"
"I haven't done 'that' in a long time, please, I can't take it anymore!"
My older sister's eyes were terrifying.
As she spoke, she lifted up her vest and hugged me tightly. It's only fair to reciprocate. My older sister was offering herself up, so why not take advantage of her? I'm not a saint.
I sat up, grabbed my older sister's vest, and pulled it off. My older sister's two large breasts bounced out. Because I was so close, one of them bounced onto my face. I rubbed my face against her breasts vigorously. Suddenly, her nipple popped into my mouth. I took it in and sucked hard, a mouthful of sweet milk gushing into my mouth. I swallowed it down, while my other hand slid down her abdomen…
Just then, we heard a loud knocking at the door. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, mixed with sounds of crying or laughter. Ah!
My older sister, startled, fell silent and clung to me tightly. I didn't dare speak either, quietly listening intently.
The hot wine we'd both drunk turned into cold sweat, dripping onto my hands, and mine onto hers.
We could both feel our hearts pounding wildly.
Now, neither of us had any desire; we were both shrouded in fear.
The knocking stopped after a while, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
I moved slightly then, and my older sister whispered in my ear, "Xiao Mu, you scared me to death! What should we do?"
I said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
At this moment, who would have any other thoughts? Who could fall asleep again?
After a while, my older sister whispered in my ear, "Xiao Mu, I was so embarrassed just now, I almost made a big mistake with you! Don't laugh at me, I drank too much today... You must never tell anyone!"
Oh, at this moment, my older sister sobered up and realized her lapse in composure. I was also a little out of control. Why couldn't I control myself? I suddenly understood why eunuchs in ancient times were eunuchs—human desires were too difficult to control!
I didn't know whether to be sad or happy, but after thinking about it carefully, I felt that it was better this way. It was best not to cross that line with my older sister!
Brother ghost, it was you who disturbed us, otherwise, we would...

Sixteen, My older sister was admitted to the hospital (eight)

I woke up in the morning, or rather, I was woken up by the urge to suffocate.
I dreamt I was swimming in the ocean when suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was about to suffocate when I woke up.
I found my head buried between my older sister's breasts; no wonder I couldn't breathe. Her milk had overflowed again, and my face and nose were covered in both dry and wet fluid. One of my hands was inside her crotch, and I felt a large, furry, itchy mass—it seemed to be her clitoris. I also felt some very soft skin, different from the feeling on her breasts. Could this be her vagina?
At that moment, my older sister woke up too. Seeing the awkward situation between us, she blushed. I quickly pulled my hand out of her pants and found it was wet. My older sister shyly lowered her head and asked, "When did you put your hand here?"
I blushed and was speechless, only able to say, "I don't know..."
But her hand was still tightly wrapped around me, so I quickly let go.
She looked at her clothes carefully and asked me, "We didn't do anything else, did we?"
"No way, we were terrified..."
The older sister sat up, trying hard to recall what happened yesterday. She
seemed to remember a few words.
She said, "Xiao Mu, yesterday, I drank too much and said a lot of nonsense. Actually, I'm not that kind of person. Please don't tell anyone, oh dear, it's too embarrassing."
"I know..."
"And don't even mention that we hugged each other in fear last night..."
The older sister is so troublesome, am I a three-year-old?
Perhaps the older sister sees that she's about to be discharged from the hospital and wants to return to her former position. This
ambiguous relationship can't continue like this.
But this ambiguity isn't voluntary; it's out of necessity.
My original role was just to serve her, but since that night, we always end up sleeping together in each other's arms, it's a bit like a married couple. Although I don't think much of it each night, the next morning when the older sister wakes up, she seems a little melancholy.
I thought to myself: I only went because you begged me repeatedly, I didn't sneak up on you. This is too hypocritical of you.
But then I thought: my older sister must be ashamed and worried about her actions. She insisted on doing these ambiguous things, but she couldn't stop. Who told her to be so timid?
What impact will this experience have on everyone? Neither my older sister nor I dared to think about it. In the end, my sister would no longer be my sister, and my brother-in-law would no longer be my brother-in-law!
What a strange and indescribable experience this was! I thought: these short ten days together must have left ripples in each other's hearts. Will these ripples expand? I couldn't imagine. Perhaps times have changed.
I know that my older sister has a deep-seated feeling for me, but it's been buried very, very deep, and it was exposed yesterday after drinking.
I hope this seed won't sprout again, otherwise it won't be good for anyone.
I thought to myself, but looking at my watch, it was getting late, so I quickly got ready.
My older sister felt bad seeing me doing this and that for her, but she couldn't help, so she said a lot of things, telling me to rest and take my time with the work.
I kept saying it was okay.
After washing my older sister's face, I found her clothes from yesterday and took them to wash.
She exclaimed, "Oh no, it's only half a day left! I'll take them home to wash. It's so embarrassing!"
I knew there were some underwear among them. I'm not like some perverts who like women's underwear. You know, if you're going to take care of someone, you shouldn't have any reservations; if you're going to help, you should help them to the end.
I don't know how my sister felt, but I didn't care. In this hot weather, clothes left out for half a day would definitely get moldy and smelly. While washing the underwear, I smelled a pungent odor, which made my little brother extremely erect; I was afraid it would tear my pants.
Finally, I finished washing them, checked the time, and it was time to get lunch. I quickly grabbed my lunchbox and went downstairs.
This afternoon, my older sister is being discharged from the hospital.
Thinking about it, I felt a little melancholy, a feeling I couldn't quite describe.

Seventeen, My older sister is being discharged.

When I came back with lunch, I found another person in the house—my fiancée. What is she doing here? Isn't it for computer training? Can't she leave her post without permission?
Before I could even ask, she'd already said, "Today, that city has a power outage, so we had a day off. I rushed over to help you! Besides, my older sister is being discharged today, so I came.
Isn't everything to help your sister?"
She seemed very happy, perhaps already aware of the situation from her sister. Looks like a good husband!
After dinner, my wife cleaned up, and I felt a sense of relief for the first time.
The two sisters had so much to talk about, but I was getting annoyed, so I went for a walk.
It had been a long time since I'd been out and about; being cooped up in the hospital was driving me crazy!
There wasn't much scenery along the way, but there were some vendors hawking their wares, their desperate cries revealing a greedy desire for money.
Turning into a secluded alley, a woman in her thirties appeared, heavily made up and with a good figure. She smiled and said, "Young man, wanna have some fun? It's cheap, only 30 yuan. Come on, it'll be very comfortable." Damn, I'd run into a prostitute. I quickly waved my hand and said, "No, ma'am, I've never been with a woman before, I don't know how.
" To my surprise, the woman laughed and said, "No problem, brother, I'll teach you, I guarantee you'll enjoy it!"
With that, she lifted her clothes, pulled down her bra, revealing a well-proportioned breast with two purple nipples—clearly, it had been tasted countless times!
Sensing something was wrong, I quickly ran away, only to be blocked at the alley entrance by a burly man who shouted, "Hey kid, stop right there! You dare to harass my wife!" Damn it
, this is a honey trap! I haven't even entered your house, and you're trying to extort me! Trying
to play this game with me? I studied martial arts and combat sports in college; you've run into my trap, you're unlucky.
I strode over, and the old man lunged at me. I dodged to the left, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground. I stomped on his chest, and realizing the situation was getting out of hand, he immediately begged for mercy, almost calling me grandpa. I kicked him and left.
What bad luck! Everything seems to happen to me. If it weren't for my agility, I'd be in serious trouble today! Even in this small town, there are these kinds of people; the security is really chaotic!
I headed straight for the hospital.
Yesterday, the doctor said I could be discharged at noon today. Thinking about it, I felt a pang of reluctance, a strange feeling, a bittersweet ache in my heart. Every day, I was with her; her every smile and gesture was deeply etched in my mind. At night, we lay in the same bed, the warmth of which was indescribable. I never imagined that these ten short days would pass so quickly.
As I was thinking this, I arrived at the ward door. I pushed the door open and found my wife bathing my older sister. I quickly slipped out. In a fleeting glance, I saw that shapely back—what an alluring back! I quietly peeked through the crack in the door. My older sister turned around, her two large, round breasts staring at me exaggeratedly, as if hoping I would suckle them. Her pubic hair wasn't thick, but it was neatly parted, the "big lips" slightly parted, revealing the white flesh inside. This was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's genitals in their entirety, especially my own sister-in-law's. I couldn't resist; my penis hardened like crazy. I rushed to the bathroom to masturbate. If someone hadn't come in to use the toilet, I would have already fired…
When my wife wasn't home, I'd helped my older sister wash a few times, but those times, she didn't take off her clothes; she just asked me to hand her a towel while she dried herself inside her clothes. Those times, I felt a strange, indescribable urge.
A little while later, the nurse came and started my older sister's last IV drip. I followed her in.
The liquid dripped steadily, and I hoped it would last another day, so I could spend another day with my older sister. I felt a pang of resentment at my wife's arrival. I thought: if I were the one to escort my sister home from the hospital, she would surely have something to say to me before we parted. But now, with her here, there were things she couldn't say. I think she probably felt some affection for me too, after so many days and nights spent together, so many nights embracing each other as we slept! It's a bit like being a married couple, isn't it? Many times, I often boasted that it was all thanks to my brother-in-law being detained that my sister and I became so close.
Then, I started running around to different departments, settling accounts, and completing the discharge procedures. It took me over half an hour to get it done. Seriously, bureaucracy! Even getting discharged is so difficult!
I found a taxi outside; now it was time for my sister to get in.
I went into the ward and said, "Everything's done, let's go, the car's waiting outside!" My
sister smiled: "Xiao Mu is so capable!" My wife also grinned foolishly. I had my wife grab the medicine and other things, then helped my older sister get out of bed.
But as soon as her feet touched the ground, she collapsed back onto the bed in pain. Oh no! I realized she hadn't been on the ground for ten days; her legs were immobilized in a cast, numb and stiff.
What could I do? I thought for a moment and decided to carry her on my back. But when I tried, her legs wouldn't allow her to stand, so I carried her.
I put one arm around her back and the other around the back of her legs, letting her wrap her arms around my neck. It was like a couple's embrace! I'd never carried my wife like this before! I wondered what my wife's expression would be when she saw this. Anyway, without carrying her like this, my sister really couldn't get out of bed.
Her breath tickled my face, and my penis immediately became hard. As we went down the steps, my erection poked her buttocks. She flinched, her face turning red instantly. Unfortunately, my leg slipped, and I almost fell. My little brother slipped into the older sister's cleft. If it weren't for the layers of cloth, it would have slid all the way into her peach blossom cave. The older sister's face turned red. I quickly twisted my body and pulled my little brother out. How exciting, how thrilling!
She whispered to me: "Don't run into anyone from our village. If they see this, I'll be utterly humiliated."
The older sister's soft breasts were pressed against my chest, and I felt like I was lying on a cotton ball. My heart was pounding, and I tried my best to control myself, making sure I didn't make the older sister fall.
Finally, I carried her to the taxi, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The older sister told me to sit down quickly. I waited for my wife to come over and put the things down before we started heading towards the older sister's house.

Eighteen, Saying Goodbye When

we arrived at the older sister's door, I felt I couldn't carry her like that anymore. There would be a lot of gossip in the village!
So, I carried the older sister on my back, with my wife supporting her legs from behind, and walked home. Even so, the tenderness of those two soft mounds of flesh on my back still tugged at my heartstrings.
As soon as I entered my older sister's house, her elderly mother-in-law came out to greet me, holding a crying baby. The old woman was coughing and wheezing, very weak. The baby saw her mother and tears welled up in her eyes. No wonder, the child hadn't seen her mother for ten days, and a nursing baby's attachment to its mother is especially deep.
My older sister, seeing the child, affectionately called out, "Nana, Nana, don't cry, don't cry, Mommy will feed you."
I quickly carried my older sister into the house, and she began to breastfeed the baby. Watching that white liquid flow into the baby's mouth, I felt a deep sense of closeness. For the past ten days, every time my older sister expressed milk and asked me to pour it out, I secretly drank it. I was familiar with its smell and taste, so a feeling of familiarity welled up inside me. It was just a little regrettable; this feeling might become a beautiful memory, as I was about to say goodbye to my older sister. So, I stared intently at my older sister's white breasts and red nipples, wanting to see them as much as I could, to see them completely. I don't know when I'll be able to see the most beautiful things in the world again!
The old woman started asking all sorts of questions, and I quickly turned around. She coughed after every sentence, so I said, "Grandma, go and rest. You've been exhausted these past ten days." The old woman left gratefully. My
older sister said to my wife and me, "These past few days, we've been so grateful to Xiao Mu. Otherwise, what would we have done?"
I quickly said, "Big sister, don't say that. We're family, don't be so formal. You're my big sister, after all!"
Big sister laughed. She immediately told her sister, "Hurry up and cook, it's getting late!"
My wife and I started cooking. Both of us had graduated from school and were now working in schools, so cooking was a bit of a chore. Seeing our clumsy attempts, Big sister said, "It's okay, take your time!"
Finally, the food was ready, and Big sister smiled and said, "You'll have to practice after you get married!"
I remembered that my brother-in-law should be released from prison today; otherwise, who would take care of Big Sister in the coming days? I quickly dialed his number. He answered, and I explained the situation, saying I already knew about his affair, but I hadn't told Big Sister. I urged him to come quickly, preferably this afternoon.
Big Sister emphasized again that none of the three of us could tell anyone about my ten days of caring for Big Sister; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. We all nodded in agreement.
My wife went to the restroom, and my older sister whispered to me, "You're so good to me, I'll never forget you. If you ever need anything, just tell me, don't hesitate!"
I really wanted to joke that I wanted to use her as a friend, but then I thought better of it; I shouldn't go too far.
Her kind tone and gentle words made my mind wander. Suddenly, I hugged her. She was startled and asked, "What are you doing?"
Just then, my wife was about to come in. I saw this and quickly let go of her. She then said to me, turning to her sister, "Xiao Mu, go take a nap. You've been exhausted these past few days…
I really have been tired these past ten days." I lay down and fell asleep immediately.
I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by a strange voice. I opened my eyes and saw that my brother-in-law had returned.
Seeing me awake, he said, "Oh dear, you came all this way to see your older sister!" He had no idea what had happened. If he knew I slept with my older sister every night, he'd be furious!
I glanced at my watch; it was already five o'clock. I told my older sister I had to go, it was getting late, the road was long, and I had to go to work tomorrow.
She said, "You're all government employees, so I won't keep you. Remember to come visit with your sister! I can't see you off!" My
brother-in-law saw me off, and my wife and I waved goodbye.
I rode my motorcycle, my wife hugging me tightly. This woman, was she trying to strangle me? She was holding me so tightly. No wonder, she's an old maid, only finding a boyfriend at twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
All the way, I felt sad. Once I left, I didn't know when I'd see my older sister again. "Parting is harder than meeting," I completely understood that poem. But then I thought, my wife was sitting next to me; I couldn't show even a hint of missing my older sister, or things would get messy. Oh well, I'd stop here and go find her in my dreams.
In these ten days, my older sister and I had been inseparable. If I didn't feel something, I wouldn't be normal! Especially in the last few nights, I lay with my older sister every night. In that gentle embrace, I almost lost myself. Many times, I wanted to indulge my desires, but I didn't dare. I didn't have the courage to cross that line.
So, you could say my desire had accumulated to an extreme degree, and I was afraid of burning myself out. Now, with my wife holding me tightly, that fire flared up again, and my erection was so hard it felt like it was about to burst my pants.
I decided to get down and rest before continuing, because it was really uncomfortable down there.
After my wife got down, she went to urinate in a sorghum field. I quietly followed her.
After she finished, she was pulling up her pants when I approached. She was a little embarrassed, after all, we weren't married yet, and we hadn't experienced that kind of thing.
I think I must have gone crazy at that moment, because my wife was terrified and hurriedly asked me what I was doing.
Without saying a word, I pulled her deep into the field. She resisted, but when she saw I was angry, she stopped moving. I was flustered and panicked. I pulled down her underwear, grabbed my penis, and tried to put it on her vulva, but for some reason, it was so uncooperative, completely limp. Damn it, I was furious. Maybe it was because it was my first time, or maybe the place was just too rough, all that effort for nothing. I was filled with regret. Was I impotent?
Just then, I heard a shout for livestock, so I quickly put on my clothes and ran out. My wife hurriedly sat on the back seat, and we sped away.
I was terrified because I had broken off a large patch of sorghum. My wife didn't say a word, didn't hug me; she must have been terrified too, she had never seen anything like it.
When we reached her doorstep, I finally spoke: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive!"
Unexpectedly, she was understanding; she smiled: "You're a hot-blooded young man!"
The second time I said goodbye, I walked alone on the road, feeling terrible, the original sadness combined with my self-disappointment. Am I sick? I am truly regretful and worried...

Chapter 19, Xiuzhu is Sick (Part 1)

Back home, I was sullen and depressed. A complex mix of emotions lingered in my heart, leaving me feeling lost and confused.
My eldest sister is a beautiful yet painful memory for me, filled with the sweetness of being together and the pain of not seeing her. In the sorghum field, the regret of a loser constantly spread. I didn't know if I was sick, if my sexual function was impaired. If so, I was finished. What kind of family could I possibly have?
I was lost in thought when my mother returned. She asked me, "Are you back from your studies?" I lied and said I had been away for ten days.
My mother then said, "Something strange has happened. Your second aunt's youngest daughter next door is sick!"
Second aunt, is that my neighbor? Speaking of second aunt, her romantic history is long and complicated. In her youth, she was the village beauty, and her promiscuity caused much trouble. Her four sons and three daughters all looked different, so people often judged their paternity by their appearance. The three daughters, each with their own unique charm, were so beautiful that the village's young men practically wore out their doorstep. They all used various excuses to visit, some to help the second aunt with chores, others to help her fix things. The eldest and second daughters inherited their mother's personality, driving many young men wild, sometimes even to the point of physical fights. But the youngest daughter was honest, dutiful, and well-behaved; many young men, after being rebuffed, secretly cursed her as a cold beauty. Many wondered how the second aunt, with her strong personality, could raise such an upright daughter.
This youngest daughter was named Xiuzhu. She disliked her mother and her two older sisters, which strained their relationship. Xiuzhu didn't want to go anywhere and stayed home after dropping out of junior high school. After her two older sisters got married, the house became rather quiet. The second aunt, getting older, started going out more, while Xiuzhu, being dutiful, rarely had visitors. Bored, Xiuzhu borrowed books from me. I've always loved literature, and my house was filled with novels, which became Xiuzhu's only source of entertainment. She would often ask me if I'd bought any new books, and if so, she'd read them all night long. When returning the books, she'd always sit with me for a while and talk about her thoughts after reading them. Having read so much, she often had profound insights, which I admired greatly. I often told her she was wasting her talents, that she shouldn't have dropped out of school so early, and that if she had continued studying, she would definitely have gotten into a good school. She admired me too, saying I shouldn't have been the leader of the village kids. In short, we had a mutual respect. I don't know if this counts as having some kind of affection between us. However, I always treated her like a little sister, because I was seven or eight years older than her, while she was only seventeen.
I always remember how Xiuzhu would become animated and gesticulate when we talked about the contents of books, completely unlike her quiet self at home. Later, we became increasingly close, talking about everything, and some people jokingly said we were dating. Every time I saw her on the other side of the wall in the courtyard, she would always pout her nose and smile at me mischievously. Her smile was so charming that several times, I felt a little flutter in my heart. But when I thought about the age difference between us, and more importantly, that I wanted to marry a woman who was employed by the government, I didn't think about it too much.
Every time I came back from school (usually after three or five days), she would come over and chat with me. First, we'd talk about books, and then she'd talk about how much she missed me and how bored she was at home. At this point, I'd press her small nose and ask if she liked me. She'd blush and repeatedly say she hated me. However, I really enjoyed this scene. Being with her made me feel relaxed and happy, and she became playful and energetic. Looking at her beautiful face and her swaying ponytail, I felt a pang of heartache. I realized I was starting to like her, but I hadn't wavered in my belief that I'd rather have financial security than love. I'd seen many older teachers struggling financially after marrying housewives; their salaries weren't enough to support their families, and they had to farm a lot of land. Their prematurely aged faces strengthened my resolve to marry a woman with a stable government job.
I knew Xiuzhu and I got along well, and I vaguely knew she liked me a little. I thought: if I proposed to her, she would definitely agree. I could tell her feelings from her childish poems. I loved seeing her nose wrinkle slightly when she smiled, like a clear stream rippling in the breeze. Therefore, weekends were my happy days; I had a close female friend by my side!
Finally, after my engagement, Xiuzhu stopped borrowing books from me. When I bought her new books, she said from home, "I don't want to read them," her tone dismissive, carrying a sense of aloofness. I was surprised, wondering what was wrong with her. It turned out the new books were her favorites; how had she changed?
Back home, lying in bed, it suddenly dawned on me. Xiuzhu's visits to borrow books were just an excuse; she actually liked me very much, and my engagement was a huge blow to her. Our private conversations were probably her happiest times; she probably thought I was interested in her and would marry her. But her dreams were shattered by cruel reality! She must be heartbroken! What should I do? I should find an opportunity to comfort her, but how can I say that? Will she forgive me?
I've always wanted to talk to her, but I'm too afraid to face her. Once, I saw her secretly watching me from her yard. Just as I was about to speak to her, she ran inside. I was even more afraid to talk to her then. I
felt a pang of sadness; I felt like I'd let a beautiful woman down. Now, what's done is done. I can't rekindle our relationship. It seems I can only bury her deep in my heart, keeping her as a beautiful memory. I still feel a little resentful towards her. She had feelings for me, so why didn't she confess? But then I think, she's a young woman; how could she be so shy as to say it herself? Ah, my heart aches!
She became even more reclusive after that, never venturing out on the streets. Her mother said she spent all her time sleeping at home, sleeping for incredibly long periods. When she woke up, she liked to write in her notebook, sometimes lost in thought, accompanied by long sighs. Her mother was worried she'd become ill from all this stagnation and asked me to go check on her. Her mother said: "When Xiuzhu came to borrow books from you, she was very happy. Now I don't know what's wrong with her.
Actually, Second Aunt, you don't know the cause of your daughter's illness!"
So, I went into her yard. Who knew that she saw me at the window, threw a book on the ground, and shouted: "Get out! Who let you in?"
I could only shake my head with Second Aunt and leave quickly.
Later, I went to help my eldest sister with chores. Including the days I spent in the ward, I was gone for more than ten days. Today I came back, but I didn't expect Xiuzhu to be sick!
"What's wrong?"
I asked hurriedly.
"She seems to have gone crazy. She cries one minute and laughs the next..."
Ah, I was stunned. Fortunately, I hadn't done anything with Xiuzhu yet, otherwise, she would have gone even crazier!
What happened?

Twenty, Xiuzhu is sick (Part Two)

My mother also said that Second Uncle and Second Aunt took Xiuzhu to the hospital for treatment. The hospital said it was hysteria. After acupuncture for a few days, they prescribed some medicine and told Xiuzhu to go home and recuperate.
Who knew that after I returned, Xiuzhu's illness relapsed. She was screaming and shouting, sometimes crying and laughing, and sometimes even calling my name! Hearing this, I was a little scared. What was going on? My second aunt thought I had abused Xiuzhu. I couldn't clear my name
no matter what! My mother seemed to know my worries. She said, "My second aunt originally thought you did something to her daughter. She had her checked at the hospital, and it turns out she's still a virgin. She wouldn't normally tell me these things, but she's been a good friend of mine for many years, and she was so shocked by my daughter that she blurted out everything."
I felt a little relieved.
My mother continued, "When Xiuzhu had her episode, she said she wanted to marry you and that you broke your promise. What exactly did you say to her?"
I was innocent! I hadn't made any promises to her. Now, my second aunt must think I promised to marry her daughter. I couldn't explain myself. She might even think I caused the illness. I really couldn't clear my name no matter what!
I told my mother about my situation, and she was very worried. She said, "Now, your friendship with your second aunt over the years is ruined! I didn't know Xiuzhu liked you. I wish I hadn't let her come. Sigh..."
I was at a loss, not knowing how to make amends.
My mother continued, "Your second aunt went to see Old Lady Wu from the neighboring village. I heard that Old Lady Wu is very skilled at treating hysteria and has cured many people with this condition!"
Although I don't believe in superstitions, in the surrounding area, Old Lady Wu knew a bit about superstitions and had cured my cousin's hysteria before, which I will tell you about later. I remember I was very young, only eight or nine years old. My cousin's hysteria was very severe. She was in high school but had to drop out and go home. She stayed at my house and would moan and groan at night, as if she were enjoying it. My cousin told me when she woke up that she dreamed of playing naked with many young men. Finally, my mother invited Old Lady Wu, who treated her for a week, and my cousin recovered and even got into university. At that time, I admired Old Lady Wu very much.
Today I heard that my second aunt was going to invite Old Lady Wu, and I thought there must be hope for Xiuzhu's illness. I was happy too. I hoped Xiuzhu would recover, after all, she held a place in my heart, and secondly, it could clear my name. Just as
I was thinking this, I suddenly heard children outside shouting: "Old Lady Wu is here! Old Lady Wu is here!" I quickly sat up; my mother had left sometime earlier.
I went out into the street to see the legendary Old Lady Wu.
There she was, with a full head of white hair, flowing down, wearing a long Taoist robe that covered her knees, and a sword tucked into her back—she looked like an otherworldly, enlightened immortal. The children, seeing Old Lady Wu's attire, all fell silent. She was truly terrifying!
My second aunt quickly came out to greet her and hurriedly invited Old Lady Wu inside. I didn't feel comfortable going in, so I left.
On the way, I thought, this Old Lady Wu is just a cryptic character; her outfit is truly intimidating.
I lay down on the bed, utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. Returning from my elder sister's house, before I could even savor the beautiful moments, this whole Xiuzhu affair threw my mind into turmoil. My heart was in turmoil. Actually, I cared deeply for Xiuzhu; she was a beautiful and pure figure in my heart. Those haughty female teachers at school never gave me a second glance; they only cared about money, not about me. Xiuzhu was the one who brought me a ray of sunshine when I was lonely and bored, and I was very grateful to her. Now, she's sick, and I feel terrible. But I haven't reciprocated Xiuzhu's kindness. Although she hasn't made any promises, she's subtly hinted at them. I realize how despicable I am; I, too, am after money, seeking out a woman I don't like. In that sense, how am I any different from those female teachers? I admit, I must have been happy with Xiuzhu, but I still succumbed to the lure of money…
I was so tired of thinking that I fell asleep.
I don't know when, but someone woke me up. I struggled to open my eyes and saw my second aunt pushing me. Why was she pushing me? I was a little surprised.
"Grandma Wu, Master Wu, wants to see you, young man."
What? Grandma Wu? Would she recognize me? I certainly don't recognize her! This fellow is truly amazing; he can even find the root of an illness! I quickly got up to meet this profound master.
Entering Second Aunt's door, I saw Grandma Wu looking remarkably energetic, her eyes bright and alert. She stared at me, and I looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Grandma Wu told Second Aunt to tell her to leave, preferably to stand guard outside the gate and prevent unauthorized personnel from entering, otherwise, her magic wouldn't be as effective. Second Aunt ran off and stood at the door, like a dutiful guard.
I saw Xiuzhu lying on the bed, her eyes closed, softly calling my name. No need to ask anymore; I had assumed Master Wu was truly that miraculous!
Master Wu spoke: "Young man, I understand. This young woman is troubled by love. You are the root of her problem. As the saying goes, 'The one who tied the knot must untie it.' So, you must cooperate with me and help treat the young woman these next few days!"
"Ah, Master, I have to go to work! I can't be late. I just took leave last time!"
"No problem, you can come in the evening. Also, you must keep this a secret and not tell anyone!"
I nodded solemnly. Master Wu called me out and spoke to me in a low voice.
According to Master Wu, Xiuzhu's illness was caused by love. Knowing that I was engaged and could no longer be with me, she began to feel depressed. Gradually, her resentment deepened, and eventually, she lost control of her emotions. In fact, in another realm, a demon saw her and knew there was an opportunity. He slowly approached her, gradually controlling her mind. She spoke freely about things she usually dared not say and things she kept hidden in her heart. Now, the monster has invaded her body, so only Xiuzhu's most beloved man, with the help of Old Lady Wu, can drive the monster away. That's why Old Lady Wu found me. Old Lady Wu finally asked me, "Xiao Mu, are you a virgin?"
What kind of question is this? An old woman asking such a question, I didn't want to answer her.
But Old Lady Wu looked very serious: "You must tell me, otherwise, it will affect my magic!"
I said a little embarrassedly: Yes, that's right!
Old Lady Wu smiled: "That's good, that's for the best, this illness can definitely be cured!"
I didn't know what this old woman was talking about, her expression was terrifying.
She said to me: "You can go now, remember to come at nine o'clock tonight, and also, you must not tell anyone, understand?"
I nodded repeatedly and withdrew.
What kind of thing is this?

Twenty-one, Xiuzhu is sick (Part 3)

When I saw Old Lady Wu's rambling appearance and heard those words, I was a little scared, but when I thought of Xiuzhu's listless appearance, I decided that even if it meant going through fire and water, I had to go.
I briefly explained to my mother that I was there to help Xiuzhu with her illness, since the matter stemmed from me; I didn't elaborate.
I was a little uneasy, not knowing what Old Lady Wu was up to. This old woman was so mysterious.
Around nine o'clock, I arrived at Xiuzhu's house. I saw Second Aunt sitting there, her face full of worry. Xiuzhu's eyes were still tightly closed, and Master Wu was chanting incantations.
Master Wu suddenly opened his eyes: "Fellow Daoist has arrived! Please sit down, let's exorcise the demon together!"
He uttered each word in a terrifying tone, startling me. The voice sounded like someone from the South; how could he speak like that?
Second Aunt was also startled. At this moment, the master said to her: "Old woman, you can't come in without my permission. Also, you can't eavesdrop, otherwise, all our efforts will be in vain, and I won't care anymore!"
His expression was like that of a landlady.
Damn, what kind of show is this? I've never seen anything like it before!
Second Aunt quickly ran out.
Master Wu whispered in my ear, "Xiao Mu, you have to listen to everything I say. Don't ask why, don't talk nonsense, understand?"
I was a little suspicious. Was this old woman trying to force me into prostitution? She was so mysterious.
I sat up straight, watching the old woman's actions.
The old woman chanted incantations, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. After a while, she took out a talisman from somewhere and stuck it on my body, then sprayed water on my face. Damn, the smell was awful, worse than a latrine at noon! I frowned. "Listening to your teachings," she said. After a while, she took out the "treasure sword." I looked at it and saw that it was a peach wood sword, covered with talismans and ancient characters. She circled the room, and then, at some point, she took out a copper bell and shook it. A bowl of millet was spilled on the ground, arranging itself in a long, straight line. Then she took out some other things, which I couldn't understand. Later, I simply stopped looking. I closed my eyes; I was too tired. So this is how complicated rituals are!
Suddenly, Old Lady Wu shouted, "Little girl, open your eyes and look at me!"
Strangely enough, Xiuzhu abruptly opened her eyes, stared at Old Lady Wu, and chuckled, "I thought it was someone else, but it's that old hussy. The Great Immortal isn't afraid of you, you better get out of the way!"
Hearing this, my hair stood on end. A young woman speaking with a man's deep voice—it was terrifying! Was Old Lady Wu telling the truth?
Old Lady Wu laughed, "I thought it was someone else, but it's still that old black fox from Tushan! Didn't you lose to me last time? Haven't you tasted my bitterness yet?"
Xiuzhu chuckled coldly, "Old hussy, that was two years ago. The Great Immortal has been cultivating for two years, preparing for revenge. You can't ruin the Great Immortal's plans. In all these years, this is the first time I've taken a liking to this woman..."
I trembled. This wasn't the human world! What realm had I entered? It sounded like two monsters talking. I was terrified and wanted to run away, but looking at poor Xiuzhu, I lowered my head and remained frozen.
Xiuzhu laughed, "You old slut, you're getting worse and worse. What's the point of bringing a cowardly little boy here? To sleep with you?"
As she spoke, she touched her mouth, as if she had a mustache.
Hearing this, I felt nauseous. Damn, even the supernatural world has such disgusting talk.
Old Lady Wu's eyes gleamed, and she slashed at Xiuzhu with her sword. I was startled and was about to stop her when Xiuzhu suddenly closed her eyes, as if she were being directed by a remote control.
Old Lady Wu laughed, "Fellow Daoist, come here."
I walked over blankly, at a loss.
Old Lady Wu took my hand and placed it on Xiuzhu's body, "Fellow Daoist, undress her and caress her!"
Ah, did I hear wrong? Is this for real?
I hesitated, and Old Lady Wu glanced at me sideways. I still didn't dare to move.
At this moment, Old Lady Wu whispered in my ear, "Cooperate with me, this old black fox has crawled into the girl's body again. Quickly stroke her to force it out."
I had heard of such exorcism magic before, including stories of color spells, but I never imagined something like this existed! I hesitated, but Old Lady Wu shouted, "What are you waiting for?"
Trembling, I slowly began to undress Xiuzhu. During the time I spent chatting with Xiuzhu, I never had any improper thoughts, nor did I have any further contact with her. But now she wanted me to undress Xiuzhu; this was too absurd.
I slowly unbuttoned her outer garment, revealing a t-shirt underneath. Old Lady Wu ordered me to take off all of Xiuzhu's clothes. Ah? I had no choice but to obey!
She was lying on the bed, and taking off her clothes was really difficult. I struggled for a long time before finally removing her t-shirt.
Now, she was only wearing a bra. It was a light blue bra, very simple.
"Shall I take this off too?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
I started to reach behind her back to unbutton her bra. I learned this from watching porn; how could I have ever seen someone else's bra before?
Who knew that bra was so difficult to undo? I just couldn't get it open. I'm so clumsy. Actually, I was a little embarrassed: undoing a friend's bra so late at night, was that appropriate?
Old Mrs. Wu laughed: "No wonder you're a virgin!"
She reached under Xiuzhu's body and unbuttoned it in an instant, throwing the bra aside. She then ordered me: "Quickly touch her."
I looked at Xiuzhu and saw that her breasts were firm but not large, with small, pink nipples—my older sister's were already purplish! There was a unique charm to them; these were the breasts of a little girl. The two round breasts were like two silver bowls, reflecting the light, sparkling with a crystalline brilliance—how sacred! My heart was beating faster and faster; I couldn't take it anymore.
Old Mrs. Wu ordered me to hurry up. Under the old woman's watchful eyes, I was about to touch Xiuzhu. I was completely dumbfounded. What kind of evil exorcism tricks did this old woman use?!
I had no choice but to begin!
Where should I start?

Chapter Twenty-Two, Xiuzhu is Sick (Part Four)

I started with Xiuzhu's arms. Her jade-like skin was so smooth and soft. My head buzzed, and I felt all the blood rushing to my head.
Her soft belly was so healthy. This was a girl full of youthful vitality! A sense of regret rose in my heart. It seemed I had made the wrong choice again. Xiuzhu was supposed to be mine, but I thought too much and gave her up. Alas!
At this moment, Xiuzhu's breathing became heavier, and she made a soft humming sound. Old Wu said loudly, "Good, well done. Xiuzhu has regained some of her nature. Continue, hurry up, don't dawdle!"
Damn it, this old monster, do you think I'm going to be as rough as wiping a table? Such a pure girl, I can't bear to do that!
Finally, my hands reached Xiuzhu's sacred place—her breasts. These beautiful breasts, you are the sacred and beautiful snow lotus atop the Tianshan Mountains, you are my paradise. I dare not come to this pure and sacred place! Xiuzhu, I realize I truly love you, yet I have betrayed you, and now I approach you before an old beggar woman. Tears slowly stream down my face.
The moment I touched that sacred snow lotus, my hand trembled violently, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body. This must be the feeling of being electrocuted. I thought the books were just nonsense; it seems that two people who are deeply in love can indeed experience an electric shock. Xiuzhu, my goddess, I meant no offense, I only wanted to cure your illness, please forgive me. That smooth and flawless feeling,
this is the first time I've ever experienced it in my life. I didn't know there was such a feeling in the world, a feeling I could never even dream of! It seems I was wrong to delay settling down. One shouldn't be too demanding of oneself; you can't have your cake and eat it too. You should marry at the appropriate age, otherwise, you'll have to endure physical torment!
I have enjoyed the most luxurious blessing in the world; even death would be worthwhile.
The little nipple, like dough rising, slowly peeked out, like a mischievous child looking at me with two lively eyes. Xiuzhu's breathing grew heavier and heavier, her gasps becoming rapid, her teeth chattering; it seemed her reaction was too intense.
Old Mrs. Wu cried out urgently, "Hurry, keep going, hurry, keep going! Don't stop! She's about to revert to her true nature; that old black fox can't hide any longer!
" My hands, like the spring breeze of February, brushed against Xiuzhu's hair, face, arms, chest, belly, and back. Xiuzhu trembled uncontrollably, finally calling out, "Brother Mu, where are you?"
I stroked her hair and said, "I'm right beside you, Xiuzhu, open your eyes!"
Her eyelids seemed to bear a thousand-pound weight, slowly, slowly, they opened a crack. I cried out joyfully, "It's me, your Brother Mu! Wake up! Wake up!"
Just then, the window frame clicked open, and a loud sneeze followed. Xiuzhu immediately closed her eyes, never to be woken again.
Old Mrs. Wu stormed out in a rage, and a moment later returned with someone—Second Aunt.
Old Mrs. Wu was furious, her face turning purple: "You useless, good-for-nothing old hag! Didn't I tell you you couldn't come?! Look, your precious daughter has fainted again! I don't care anymore! What a piece of trash! Xiao Mu, let's go, let's leave her alone, she's infuriating!"
I stood up, quickly put on my shoes, and headed outside.
Second Aunt hurriedly stood at the door, blocking our way, tears streaming down her face: "Master Wu, Xiao Mu, don't go! I was wrong, I shouldn't have come! Please, please don't go, if you leave, Xiuzhu is finished..."
Second Aunt cried uncontrollably, her hair disheveled. Seeing this, I stopped.
I stammered, "Second Aunt, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated Xiuzhu like that. Master Wu told me to do it. I apologize, I have to go."
I think I must have been blushing furiously.
Second Aunt said repeatedly, "I don't blame you. You did this to save Xiuzhu. I ruined it. I deserve to die. I was still worried, so I came to check on her. Who knew a little bug would crawl into my nose? I didn't expect a sneeze to ruin everything!"
Master Wu spoke up, "Old man, do you know how serious your crime is? Xiuzhu was about to wake up, her true nature was returning. With your braying, the old black fox took the opportunity to steal nine-tenths of her true nature. You should know that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It takes a demon at least three years to steal nine-tenths of a person's true nature. With your braying, you sold your daughter's true nature to the old black fox in an instant. Xiuzhu's true nature is only one-tenth left. If she can't be saved in six days, you can expect to buy a coffin. I'm leaving. I can't save her..."
With that, he walked out.
The second aunt blocked the doorway, slapping herself repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, pleading, "Master, please save my daughter! I'll give you whatever you want, I'll do anything you ask..."
Her voice was so mournful and pitiful that it made onlookers pale.
I quickly begged Master Wu, "Master, please save Xiuzhu! Forgive my ignorance, please save her! Otherwise, she'll die!"
Master Wu stood at the door, his eyes closed, softly chanting. The second aunt and I looked at each other anxiously, not daring to disturb him.
After a long while, Master Wu opened his eyes and slowly said, "There's only one last chance left. I don't know if it will work? I have to try again. This time, no matter what I do, you can't peek. Get far away from me!"
The second aunt nodded vigorously, repeatedly saying, "No, no, I won't, I'll stay far away. Master, whatever you say."
As she spoke, she took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into Master Wu's pocket.
Master Wu turned his head away: "Don't bribe the master, it's not good, it will affect my cultivation."
Although he said that, he didn't return the money to Second Aunt. What a hypocrite!
Master Wu then said to me: "You need to take six days off to help me save people. Hurry up, don't be careless!"
I hesitated, not knowing if I could get the leave.
I left.
Last time, I hadn't made up for the leave I took. Would the leader agree to let me take leave again? But I thought of Master Wu's words, and I didn't dare to hesitate. Xiuzhu was the most important. Everything else could wait! 02-10

Twenty-three, Xiuzhu is sick (five)

I called the leader and said that my grandfather had died. In fact, my grandfather had died a long time ago. I had no choice but to lie. The leader was a little angry: "You have a lot of family matters to deal with."
She had no choice but to grant the leave. This is the advantage of working in a public institution. Sometimes, even leaders are powerless to help their subordinates.
Six days! Xiuzhu's life hung in the balance during those six days. I witnessed Xiuzhu's possession firsthand. Normally, I would never have believed such a strange thing could happen. No wonder Xiuzhu couldn't be cured in the hospital; how could a hospital possibly cure this illness? Friends often argue with me about the absence of ghosts and spirits, and I secretly laugh at their lack of worldly experience and real-life witnessing. For now, I believe it, but I'm still a little scared.
I didn't sleep well that night and slept soundly all morning. My mother didn't want to disturb me.
When she called me for lunch, she asked, "Is Master Wu alright? Did he affect you?"
I replied that I was fine. What does my mother know? She only knows how to make things worse. I won't tell her the truth.
That evening, I arrived at my second aunt's house.
Something was burning in the yard, wisps of smoke rising. The thought of being back in this strange place filled me with fear, but remembering Xiuzhu's closed eyes, I steeled myself and went into the yard.
Master Wu looked at me and nodded. "Where did this old hag get all these terrifying things from?!"
Master Wu whispered in my ear, "You must obey my orders. No matter what happens, you must listen to me. You cannot disobey. I won't harm you; I'm only doing this to save Xiuzhu."
Her expression was as if the sky were about to collapse.
All sorts of magical artifacts were set up, and Master Wu began chanting incantations. The chanting gave me a headache; I suspected she was chanting a spell to tighten the headband.
After she finished, she made me the main character again. The routine was the same as last night. This time, I didn't have the same urge as last night, but in the end, my heart still fluttered, and I couldn't control myself. Xiuzhu didn't react at all today. No wonder Master Wu said yesterday that this old hag still had a way with things. It seems that Xiuzhu's true nature is almost gone.
Seeing this, Master Wu shouted, "Don't worry, next, we'll use the second routine!"
Wow, she has quite a few routines!
She ordered me to strip Xiuzhu naked from the waist down. Huh? Master Wu, you're going to drive me crazy, but I can only wait and see. You're just torturing me!
Xiuzhu lay on the bed like a dead person, not cooperating with me at all. Taking off her pants left me breathless. I was exhausted after finally removing the last line of defense. I kept my eyes closed the whole time; I dared not open them. This was the most secret place, and I dared not look, afraid of ruining my "spiritual practice." But I still glanced over. I saw a faint wisp of mimosa on her mons pubis, her labia majora slightly parted, unlike my older sister's, which was already quite wide open, and her labia minora were also slightly parted. Xiuzhu's labia minora, however, were tightly closed, very tight. What a beautiful place! Just one glance was enough to drive me crazy.
Then, the old witch Master Wu started issuing orders again: "Find some water and wash her carefully."
Ah! I was horrified. What kind of actions were these? I stood there embarrassed, not moving.
Master Wu spoke again: "Xiao Mu, I told you, this is the last chance to save Xiuzhu. Don't be shy, you're more timid than a young lady. Hurry up, what's there to be embarrassed about?"
I'm not a hypocrite. Apart from my older sister, I've never seen another woman's private parts. Actually, I kind of wanted to see, but with someone watching and directing me, how could I be so shameless?
I found some water and a clean towel and started washing her, because the master said that only a clean area could force out the old black fox, who generally wouldn't dare invade a sacred place.
I then looked at that area. Oh, it's a little different from the foreigner's in the movie. The forest below is too dense; that area is shaped like a steamed bun. Just that fleeting glimpse made my head spin. I clenched my teeth, trying hard to control myself. I think Old Lady Wu probably noticed my embarrassment, because she reminded me to be careful and not to be impatient.
I finally managed to wash her carefully, my hands trembling uncontrollably. I leaned against the wall to rest, waiting for Master Wu to perform the exorcism.
I had just rested for a moment when Master Wu ordered me again, "Go over there, hurry up, it's all up to you now."
I was puzzled, what was I supposed to do now?
Master Wu said seriously, "Go lick her there, lick her hard until she reacts."
Oh my god, is this going to kill me? I've only ever seen foreigners doing that in movies, and I always curse when I see scenes like that, aren't they disgusting? Now, she's telling me to do it, I'm not doing it.
Master Wu came over and said to me gently but sternly, "Xiao Mu, we're doing all this to save Xiuzhu, you can't be careless!"
A few minutes later, I finally understood. I lowered my head, trembling, and knelt down there. I thought there would definitely be a strange smell, but there was nothing. Looking closely, what a pure little pussy, it was practically a work of art.
I stuck out my tongue, without any restraint, and began my arduous journey. To my surprise, the moment my tongue touched her, Xiuzhu stirred, her body reacted, and she began to tremble slowly, accompanied by low moans. Master Wu became excited: "Hurry, hurry up! Xiuzhu's true nature is back! Hurry, Xiuzhu is saved!"
I went all out, speeding up. Xiuzhu's movements became more and more exaggerated, her cries louder and louder. Eventually, she clamped my head between her legs—damn, she was squeezing me so tightly! I was getting tired, but Master Wu was urging me on, and I forgot what I was doing, just moving rapidly with abandon. I licked her clitoris, circling it faster and harder. Xiuzhu's legs kept bending and straightening.
Xiuzhu slowly opened her eyes a crack, and she began to cry out, "Brother Mu, don't go!"
I mumbled a reply: "Brother is right here, I won't leave."
Xiuzhu trembled faster and faster, and I licked her faster and faster. Suddenly, Xiuzhu's legs convulsed violently, and a slightly fishy-smelling liquid and a dark, fleshy thing splattered onto my face, causing blood to well up in my nose. I was at a loss. Damn it, what happened? That thing was so hard, and it hurt so much. Master Wu said, "The old black fox came out and hit your nose. It ran away."
As he spoke, Master Wu took his sword and started slashing wildly in the air until he finally covered the door with talismans. She let out a long sigh and said wearily, "Old Black Fox has finally escaped. Are you alright? Wipe your nosebleed."
I was overjoyed, ignoring my disheveled face, "That's great! It won't take six days!"
But Old Mrs. Wu said seriously, "No, Old Black Fox will recover in five minutes. I know him; I've fought him before. Come here quickly; I have a task for you!"
I leaned close to her ear and listened to her instructions, leaving me speechless and dumbfounded...

Twenty-four, Xiuzhu is Sick (VI)

It turns out that Master Wu and I said this: "Old Black Fox will come again in five minutes, and he'll try to invade Xiuzhu's body again. We won't be able to stop him then; I'm exhausted. So, you need to use your root to block Xiuzhu's entrance and leave your virgin semen inside her. Note that your virgin semen is the most sacred thing. With this sacred thing left there, Old Black Fox won't be able to enter for an hour or two. We'll figure something out then."
I didn't understand at first, but after her explanation, I finally understood. So the master wanted me to have sex with Xiuzhu! He wanted me to release my virgin semen inside Xiuzhu! Ah, I was instantly blushing with embarrassment. Old lady, you have so many dirty tricks! Isn't this just letting me take advantage of Xiuzhu? What will she do when she finds out? I hesitated.
Old Lady Wu looked at her watch anxiously and said, "Three minutes have passed! I think I can smell Old Black Fox's scent! Hurry! Don't let all our efforts go to waste, otherwise, Xiuzhu will be beyond saving..."
I was terrified by that last sentence. Yes, I couldn't give up now!
Xiuzhu seemed to regain some consciousness, her lifeless eyes wide open, and asked me, "Are you Brother Mu? Stay with me. I had a dream where an old black man tried to pull me away, wanting me to be his wife. You have to beat him!"
Ah, these words from Xiuzhu's mouth further confirmed Master Wu's words.
Without hesitation, I threw my clothes on the ground and jumped onto the bed.
Xiuzhu hugged me tightly, whispering, "Brother Mu, you'll never leave again!"
I dared not hesitate and began my exploration.
That day, I failed in the cornfield, and a shadow lingered in my heart ever since. I feared I was like Bai Xiaowen in *White Deer Plain*, hard when Xiao'e teased him, but useless when it came to actual contact. I touched myself and discovered that my little brother was already erect, hard as a rock. During the time I was licking him, my lower body had already pitched a tent, but I was oblivious at the time.
I started adjusting my position, aiming my penis at Xiuzhu's opening, and then tried to push it in, but I was clumsy and couldn't get the hang of it.
Time ticked by, and I grew increasingly anxious.
Grandma Wu came over, grasped my penis, and pushed my hips. Ah, it's in! It's in! I felt my penis enter a narrow, slippery, warm space. Xiuzhu screamed at the same time, crying out, "Brother Mu, what are you doing? It hurts so much..."
Grandma Wu glanced at her watch and said, "I'm relieved. Little Mu, you're such a clumsy boy. No wonder you're still a virgin!"
My face burned with shame. I was so embarrassed. Was I even a man? Giving people something to laugh at at such a crucial moment? I was so ashamed. And I had to rely on the old lady to do my lovemaking! Damn, how utterly humiliating!
Xiuzhu was still crying out in pain. Old Mrs. Wu hurriedly instructed me, "Hold on, don't come out! Otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted. Move slowly, quickly offer your virginity to Xiuzhu, hurry!"
Just then, I heard a fierce voice shout from the window, "You old slut, you're ruthless! You wait for me, I'll be back..."
My whole body went cold. Old Mrs. Wu quickly supported me, saying, "Hold on, don't move."
I slowly began to move, a feeling I had never experienced before filling my entire body. No wonder the books described it as a state of ecstasy, a state of mind and soul being overwhelmed; no wonder for thousands of years, heroes have found it hard to resist the allure of beautiful women; no wonder so many corrupt officials have been swayed by beauty! In an instant, I understood many things. It could be said that union could shake heaven and earth, make ghosts and gods weep! No wonder the old woman used this trick; now, even if the old black fox had extraordinary abilities, what could he do to Xiuzhu?
I moved slowly, lost in thought, when suddenly, it felt like an electric current coursed through my body. I didn't know what was happening, but in an instant, I understood—the feeling I'd experienced countless times during masturbation had returned, far more intense than before. A surge of turbid energy overwhelmed me, and I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
Master Wu quickly came over and supported Xiuzhu's genitals.
Xiuzhu gasped, "Brother Mu, I have no regrets anymore. We've become one… I can die without regrets…"
Master Wu hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense. How could you die? You're recovering. You must cooperate with your Brother Mu; we're treating you!"
Xiuzhu nodded with difficulty.
Master Wu then took out a pill from her bag and said to me, "Feed her this!"
I asked, "What kind of pill?"
The master whispered, "A pill that prevents regret. It will prevent pregnancy for three years. Don't worry."
I was astonished: "Master, you know everything!"
"Let me tell you," she said, "forty years ago, I was a traveling quack doctor. What kind of folk remedy haven't I seen? I came all the way here from Anhui, relying on my true skills!"
It seems this old woman knows a lot.
After I gave Xiuzhu the medicine, the old woman whispered to me, "Xiao Mu, go to sleep first, there's another task later."
I was surprised, another task?
"You have to do this three more times to ensure Xiuzhu's safety for a day!"
Huh?
"Can you handle it?"
How could I not? I hadn't even had time to savor that wonderful feeling, but the master said there were three more times, I was overjoyed. At this moment, I let go, no longer shy. I already liked Xiuzhu, and today, with this substantial contact, I was even more delighted. I used to think there was something wrong with my physiology, but I didn't expect I was so strong! Experiencing this greatest pleasure for the first time, I can't describe it in words. Now, under the guise of treating Xiuzhu, I can experience it three more times, wouldn't that make me ecstatic? Maybe this is called using public office for private gain, who cares!
I said to the master: I can still do it now!
The master exclaimed: You're really young, impressive, then let's do it, extend the anti-aging black fox's time.
I began my pleasure journey again, this time for a little longer, and I mastered some of the techniques. I moved my body, stretching and bending, my little brother making slapping sounds inside Xiuzhu's hole; it seemed she was already very wet. Xiuzhu seemed to be experiencing this pleasure too; she didn't cry out in pain, only tightly gripping my arms. When the battle was over, I lay comfortably on the bed, a sense of ease rising from the bottom of my heart. This is the wonderful life! I've been wasting so many years.
Xiuzhu held my hand tightly and said, "I feel much more awake now. The feeling just now was truly amazing. Thank you for pulling me away from that old man..."
Master Wu smiled—the joy of success, the smile of victory!
I asked, "Master, do you think Xiuzhu can handle doing so much?"
The master smiled, "Your true energy is the essence, a great tonic for Xiuzhu. I'm afraid you can't handle it!"
I smiled foolishly.
The master said to me, "These two times will guarantee four hours of safety. Wake up at four o'clock and quickly continue! I'm exhausted and need to rest!"
I quickly set my phone alarm for four o'clock, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep!

Twenty-five, Xiuzhu is Sick (Seven)

I was sleeping soundly and didn't even know my phone was ringing. Finally, Master Wu woke me up and scolded me, "Hurry up, you almost messed things up. Time is tight, can you handle it?"
I opened my blurry eyes, wanting to curse, but slowly I woke up and immediately understood that I had to get to the battlefield.
As soon as I heard "battlefield," my interest was piqued.
Xiuzhu was still fast asleep, and I was a little reluctant to disturb her, but treating her illness was the priority.
With the prelude this time, I found myself becoming increasingly adept. My hands caressed Xiuzhu's two breasts, kneading them incessantly—such elastic, round orbs! I couldn't resist taking one of Xiuzhu's small breasts into my mouth, sucking and licking it. Xiuzhu's body moved, and her voice was utterly intoxicating. She twisted her body, welcoming me with her opening, and said softly and shyly, "Brother, hurry up, come on, I want it, I can't wait, brother."
I laughed, quickly adjusted my position, and thrust my penis into Xiuzhu's hole. Xiuzhu cried out, her body and voice responding to my movements. I sat down and pumped forcefully, the room filled with "squeak, squeak, squeak" sounds…
This time it lasted longer, and I used so much force that a loud thud could be heard.
Master Wu laughed: "So you were shy before, but now you've tasted the sweetness, haven't you? Mu boy, you'll be unable to stop from doing this in the future! This kid is working so hard that he's kept me awake. You should save some energy; there are still five days left, be careful not to overwork yourself."
An overwhelming pleasure enveloped my entire body, and I finally gave up. This bliss was indescribable! Good heavens, is there such happiness?
I believe it's hard to find another scene like this in the world. Something so secretive was being directed and enjoyed by someone. And the motive wasn't just for the sake of doing it; the original intention was to cure the illness. I never imagined there could be such a pleasurable way to cure it. This strange Master Wu, he can think of anything! I feel a little grateful to him!
Xiuzhu also woke up. She stroked my arm: "Brother Mu, I'm so happy, so glad. It's so good that you're always by my side..."
Afraid of stirring up painful memories, I replied casually, "I will, always!"
It seemed Xiuzhu had regained her senses. I whispered in her ear, "Do you regret it?"
Xiuzhu gripped me tightly: "No, never. I want it to continue. You still want to be with me..."
I was startled. What would Xiuzhu be to me in the future? But I didn't dare think too much about it and agreed.
After lying down for a while, I regained some strength. "Isn't there one more time?" I thought. "I have to finish this! If I fall asleep and don't wake up, it'll be a disaster!"
I rolled over and started our battle. This time, Xiuzhu cooperated fully. I was incredibly excited and soon reached my peak, as did Xiuzhu. She almost scratched my hand until it bled.
She wanted us to lie close together. She whispered in my ear, "Bad brother, you're amazing! I'm impressed! I like you..."
What a heartwarming moment! I never imagined it, not even in my dreams. It seems that when a romantic encounter comes along, nothing can stop it!
My life had been so lonely! I never expected happiness to follow so closely. My older sister has her charm, and my younger sister has her allure. I live in happiness!
I never imagined my first time wouldn't be with my wife, but with the girl next door, Xiuzhu. You are my dearest. I started to feel confused…
When I woke up, it was already broad daylight. I looked at myself, completely naked, and quickly put on my clothes. I also helped the girl put on some more clothes. Last night's absurdity was over; I couldn't bring it into the daytime. What would happen if my second aunt's family saw it?
Master Wu was also awakened by me. She got up, took a sip of water, and went outside to practice her swordsmanship. This girl, she's quite skilled.
A little while later, my second aunt rushed in. It was clear she had Master Wu's permission! My second aunt's lips trembled as she stroked Xiuzhu's face, tears streaming down her face. She anxiously asked me, "Is Xiuzhu back to normal?"
Before I could answer, Xiuzhu woke up, two clear tears streaming down her face: "Mom, I'm alive again, all thanks to Master and Brother Mu."
My second aunt hugged me tightly. She said excitedly, "Child, thank you so much!"
Just then, Master Wu walked in and said, "Xiuzhu needs to rest for a bit. Go out now, and don't ask anything!"
Second Aunt quickly ran out, smiling, to find Second Uncle.
The Master told us, "Don't tell them anything, including in the future. Don't tell anyone. This is a secret between the three of us, understand?"
Actually, even without the Master's instructions, could we tell? If Second Aunt's family knew the truth, wouldn't we be dead?
Xiuzhu called me closer to her, and unexpectedly, she kissed me deeply: "Brother Mu, you're exhausted. Go home and rest. Tonight we still have to..."
Before she could finish, her face flushed, completely unlike her bold and outspoken self from the evening.
"You should rest too! You're exhausted!"
I really didn't want to leave, unwilling to part with this gentle little sister.
Although I had slept for a while, I was still very sleepy. I headed home to rest quickly; I still had a long battle to fight tonight!
Back home, my mother bombarded me with questions, and I brushed them off, saying, "Nothing, I just went to wait for her!"
I lay on the bed, utterly exhausted, yet enveloped in an unprecedented sweetness. I was experiencing the pinnacle of life's pleasures; Xiuzhu was still a little girl! I was incredibly happy!
So this was the kind of journey life could take. It seemed I'd wasted my life before. I felt a pang of self-reproach for clinging to my beliefs, only now experiencing the joys of life at this age.
What would happen to Xiuzhu? Would she want me to marry her? This question jolted me awake. This was truly a thorny issue. Did I think I could just walk away after getting what I wanted? What should I do? This was a huge dilemma!
If Xiuzhu insisted on being with me, I'd have to break off my engagement with my fiancée. But breaking off the engagement wouldn't be beneficial either; it would be a significant financial loss. She'd already taken a considerable amount of money (from me) since the engagement, and if I offered to break it off, she probably wouldn't give me that money back. It seemed this path was blocked!
Grandma Wu, you insist I do that, but do you know my predicament? But if I didn't do that, could I save Xiuzhu? If it were any other man, Xiuzhu definitely wouldn't cooperate, and in the end, it would only delay her. It seems this might be a tribulation of fate, one that must be endured. ...

Twenty-six, Xiuzhu is Sick (8)

I don't know how long I slept, and when I woke up, I didn't know if it was morning or afternoon. The sky was a hazy yellow.
After I got up, I saw that no one was home, and there was something steaming in the pot. I was hungry, so I quickly lifted the lid and saw that my mother was cooking rice for me. Perfect! I quickly devoured it.
Now that I had some strength, I went for a walk in the yard. The cool autumn breeze blew on my forehead, and I immediately felt refreshed. Looking at the west side of the sky, a hazy yellow orb was slowly descending; it seemed to be dusk. I exercised because I had a huge task waiting for me to complete that night.
Thinking about the evening, I felt a strange sense of emotion, but also a sense of worry. I was afraid that after the treatment was over, what would become of my relationship with Xiuzhu? My family is very poor. My fiancée took most of our money during our engagement. If Xiuzhu wants to be with me, I'll suffer a huge loss. There's a local custom here: if the man breaks off the engagement first, the money he gave the woman is lost; if the woman breaks off the engagement first, the man can ask for more. Thinking of this, I lost all interest in the exciting activities that evening.
When the time came, I went to my second aunt's house. I first murmured my worries to Master Wu, saying that I had lost interest. The master thought for a moment, then patted my head and said, "Xiao Mu, it's alright. I can talk to Xiuzhu, under the guise of seeking medical treatment. It'll be fine!"
I was very grateful to Master Wu, but I felt uncomfortable with her patting my head. I'm not a child; this gesture was a bit inappropriate.
I said, "Thank you so much, Master Wu, for helping me!"
Master Wu smiled and said, "It's nothing. We're working together to cure Xiuzhu. If you're unhappy, you can't go for treatment; that's a very serious matter!"
Relieved, I felt more energetic and stepped into Xiuzhu's room.
Xiuzhu had improved considerably and was no longer lying in bed. She was walking, supporting herself on the bedside table. I was very happy to see this; after all, Xiuzhu was the woman I loved!
At this moment, Master Wu came in and gestured for me to leave. I quickly went out. I heard them talking very quietly; what were they saying?
After a while, Master Wu came out and called me over.
She told me, "I've already persuaded Xiuzhu for you. I told her that fate has chosen you and Xiaomu so you can't be together forever, but occasional get-togethers are fine..."
Master Wu said, "Don't worry, after what Xiuzhu's family went through, they have complete faith in me. From now on, Xiuzhu will not only stop bothering you, but she'll also be your lover forever, and she won't cause you any trouble. Tell me, Xiaomu, I've done you a huge favor, how will you thank me?"
I looked at Master Wu, very confused. How could I thank him?
So I said, "Master, please speak!"
To my surprise, the master laughed, "Young man, you don't know how to joke! I don't need your thanks. You helped me too; without you, the treatment wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
I scratched my head. This old master is quite humorous!
The master patted my shoulder and said, "Go in. Do your best today!"
I felt a little awkward, but followed the master into Xiuzhu's room.
Looking at Xiuzhu's frail appearance, I was worried, afraid her body couldn't handle it. But the master whispered to me, "It's alright. Your true energy is the best treasure, a high-grade tonic, and it will help her the most. I'm just worried about you!"
I patted my chest and said, "I'm great!"
Xiuzhu sat on the bed, somewhat shy, like a bashful jade maiden waiting to be married. The soft lamplight cast a layer of shattered silver around her body—what a pure and beautiful young woman!
When the time was up, Master Wu smiled and said, "Today, Xiuzhu has recovered. I can't watch anymore. You must enjoy yourselves! I'll guard you at the door."
Xiuzhu's face instantly flushed red. I really liked this kind of shyness.
Master Wu left, and we exchanged a smile before beginning.
Tonight was our own private time, and we felt an inexplicable sense of happiness. Before long, we were floating on air, as if in heaven. Could such a wonderful feeling truly exist on earth? We were intoxicated.
Passionate and exhausted afterwards, we were completely drained. Xiuzhu breathed into my ear, "How wonderful! I never imagined it would be this good. If only we had done this before..."
I was too tired to speak, only stroking her hair.
I didn't know what role I was playing now. My relationship with Xiuzhu was in name only; I felt a little despicable. I hadn't established a relationship with Xiuzhu, yet I was doing things with her that I shouldn't have.
Xiuzhu seemed to read my mind. She gently stroked my eyelids and said, "Brother Mu, don't overthink it. I don't need you to take responsibility. You did this to cure my illness. If someone else had treated me like this, I would have preferred to die. Don't blame yourself. We are destined to be together but not to stay together. I'm content with that. You snatched me from the clutches of death; I should be thanking you. Don't be like this, cheer up."
Hearing these words, I was deeply grateful. I never expected Xiuzhu to be not only beautiful but also so understanding. I was moved to tears. If I had known that being with Xiuzhu would be so joyful, I should have married her. But now it's all too late! Cherish the present!
I couldn't help but act impulsively and hugged Xiuzhu again…
After a blissful moment, I drifted off to sleep.
Just as I was sleeping soundly, Master Wu woke me up again.
The master reminded me, "You're sleeping too much. Hurry up, there are still two more times. Don't miss the important event."
I slapped my forehead, cursing myself for being so slow-witted, sleeping soundly when something so important was happening.
I suddenly noticed that Master Wu had been holding my penis the whole time. I quickly reminded her, and she finally reacted, saying, "I was afraid you couldn't handle it, so I used some magic to give it some power."
Damn, I was going to faint. What kind of master is this? So old, yet so lewd! Had she been holding it the whole time? The thought made me feel nauseous.
"Master Wu, please go away, I need to..."
Master Wu laughed, "What are you afraid of? Are you shy today?"
With that, she walked away.
I began that blissful moment again, forgetting everything in the world. This was the highest realm, reaching a state of selflessness.
I finally finished the two sessions, exhausted and out of breath. I blamed myself: you only realize how little you have when you need it. I always prided myself on my strong body, but I was so tired after just two nights. Wasn't that because I didn't pay attention to exercising?
My eyes were too tired to open, so I collapsed into bed and fell asleep...

Chapter Twenty-Seven, Xiuzhu is Sick (Nine)

That wretched Master Wu woke me up again, and I felt a bit resentful towards her.
As soon as I saw the bright daylight, I understood. Master Wu was afraid of causing inconvenience. I quickly dressed and got out of bed. I felt that I was even faster than during military training.
I rushed to the yard, afraid of running into Aunt Er. I am a sincere person, and I felt sorry for Aunt Er these past few days.
Who knew that Aunt Er was already in the yard? She greeted me warmly, and I gave a vague reply, pretending that I needed to pee, and ran away in a flash to my own home.
My mother was sweeping the yard. These past few days, she had also been worried about me.
She whispered to me, "I heard that Master Wu is a lewd old man who likes young men. You must be careful and not fall for her tricks!"
I said, "Mother, don't worry, I'm not stupid. I will be careful."
In fact, I was partying every night. How could my mother know? However, her words made sense. Last night, Old Lady Wu's hands were constantly moving, and I started to suspect something was wrong: this old woman definitely had something going on. I became more cautious.
My life now is a drunken stupor, every day: sleep—eat—make love, like a tool. I'm becoming a bit decadent. My mother has repeatedly told me not to neglect official duties, and I've explained to her many times that since Xiuzhu's life hangs in the balance, how can I ignore it? I thought of the lives of the wealthy; perhaps they live like this, indulging in decadence.
Severely sleep-deprived, I quickly lay down, vaguely hearing my mother's sighs. ...
Where am I?
A strange village, with pebbled roads everywhere. I walked carefully on them. I didn't recognize anyone around me; they all stared at me.
Reaching a secluded alley, I saw an old man in black clothes walking towards me very quickly. I dodged to the side, but unexpectedly, the old man bumped into me. I lay on the ground, utterly bewildered. The old man took off his black hat, revealing a furry face like a big cat—it was Old Black Fox. Old Black Fox's face was contorted with rage: "You helped that old slut to torment me, you little brat, watch out! But that old slut has her eye on you too, you'll be in for it, hahaha..."
With that, he strode away.
Ah, I trembled uncontrollably, terrified beyond measure.
Just then, a shadow flashed out—it was Old Lady Wu. She quickly helped me up, brushed the dirt off me, and asked if I was alright. She said she saw Old Black Fox bullying me and rushed over. Thank you, Old Lady, you saved me in my time of need.
The old lady helped me walk, and somehow we ended up in a house. Old Lady Wu said it was her house.
Inside, talismans and mysterious symbols were pasted everywhere. In the center stood an altar, something covered by a red cloth. I felt uneasy and wanted to leave, but I found myself drawn into the old lady's house and sat on the bed.
The old woman brought out lots of delicious food for me to eat, but I just stood there, stunned and silent.
She said, "This boy must be scared out of his wits. Come on, it's alright."
She hugged me and started stroking me, taking off my clothes. Ah! I screamed…
I was still screaming when I realized I was lying in my own bed, my pillow soaked with sweat. What did this dream mean? I was drenched in sweat. Perhaps I had combined my fear of the old black fox with my worry for Old Woman Wu, and carried it into my dream.
These past few days have felt like a dream; I don't know if I'm really dreaming, or what.
Although I was in a bad mood, recalling the events of the past two nights filled me with a sweet feeling. This life of being surrounded by beautiful women, though perhaps empty, allowed me to completely relax; I was so happy. Just thinking of Xiuzhu's face made my heart surge. No wonder Confucius said, "I have never seen anyone who loves virtue as much as he loves beauty." It's truly hard to wake up from being immersed in such tenderness!
Stepping outside, the sunlight in the yard was beautiful, and the chickens, sheep, and dogs were living happily. I felt the vibrancy of life. Looking west, I was surprised to see Xiuzhu in the yard. She had regained her mischievousness; her small nose was wrinkled upwards, like the gentle ripples of a lake. Seeing Xiuzhu, I felt the meaning of life. What a beautiful scene!
It seemed Xiuzhu's illness was mostly cured; the vitality of youth had returned to her face. I was overjoyed.
My beautiful little sister, you showed me the joyful side of life; how could I forget your kindness?
I waved to her, and to my surprise, Xiuzhu came out and entered my yard.
Seeing my playful and lively little sister approach, I was overjoyed.
"You shouldn't move around too much; you're still in treatment!"
I went over and helped her.
"I'm much better now. I just came to see my beloved Brother Mu,"
she whispered. "Is anyone home?"
I said no, and she hugged me tightly and kissed me passionately.
I quickly led her into the house, afraid my aunt would see.
But as soon as we entered, Xiuzhu's eyes glazed over, and she said in a seductive voice, "Brother Mu, I want..."
Before I could think further, Xiuzhu leaned against me, her soft breasts arousing my desire.
I couldn't resist; my hand reached for her small breasts. Such delicate, smooth, soft flesh! I wanted to taste those little mounds; I lost all sense of self. In broad daylight, Xiuzhu was so alluring; my impulse was uncontrollable.
Just then, I heard someone calling outside the door: "Xiuzhu, are you there?"
It was my second aunt's voice; she was worried about her daughter.
I quickly sat up straight, helped Xiuzhu up, and hurriedly replied, "Second aunt, Xiuzhu is here. She wants to read." My
second aunt smiled and said, "She wants to read again, good!"
I almost laughed out loud; she wasn't reading at all!

Twenty-eight, Xiuzhu is Sick (Ten)

Could it be that Xiuzhu is bewitched by me, coming to see me even in broad daylight?
When my second aunt saw me, she happily said, "Quickly call Xiuzhu and come to my house for dinner."
How could I possibly accept that? I repeatedly said no. At this moment, Xiuzhu came out and pulled me away, saying, "Don't be so polite, let's go quickly."
Xiuzhu's invitation was sincere; how could I refuse? So I went with them. When I
arrived at Xiuzhu's house, I found that there was another person there—Xiuzhu's second sister, Xiumei, who had come all the way from Jilin to see her little sister. Xiumei was probably around 28 or 29 years old, tall and slender, with a warm smile and fashionable clothes—a truly beautiful young woman. She smiled and said to me, "I never imagined my little wooden brother would grow up to be so handsome!"
Being praised for my looks in public by such a beautiful woman made me a little embarrassed. "Oh, not at all..."
Xiumei continued, "My mother said that thanks to you and Master Wu's rescue, otherwise my little sister would have..."
I quickly replied, "It's only right, we're neighbors and fellow villagers."
My aunt hurriedly said, "Don't say anymore, the food's getting cold!"
It was a sumptuous meal, with all the finest dishes from the village laid out, along with the strong Northeast liquor Xiumei had brought.
With such a beautiful woman and such strong liquor, I was already drunk before I even drank
a drop. Unexpectedly, Xiumei, having lived in the Northeast for several years, had a very high alcohol tolerance. She suggested we drink three cups in a row—ah, that was crazy!
Unable to refuse her hospitality, I drank three cups with her. After the first cup, a comfortable feeling permeated every pore, and a sense of pride rose from the bottom of my heart. After three drinks, a surge of excitement welled up inside me. What a wonderful life! I wanted to exclaim in admiration.
Suddenly, I felt a foot caressing me. I looked down and saw it was Xiumei. Xiumei was rubbing her foot, clad in stockings, against my thigh. The sensation was so intense that my penis instantly became rock hard. Xiumei's foot seemed to have eyes, suddenly moving to my crotch, making my breathing quicken and causing me to lose control.
I had to pretend nothing was wrong, because Xiuzhu and the mischievous Old Lady Wu were still watching me closely at the table. This was torture; my will was about to break. I slowly dodged Xiumei's foot. This slutty woman, she'd do this the moment we met.
The heat of the liquor combined with my lust was unbearable. I quickly left the table and went to the restroom.
The willow branches beside the restroom swayed, and a gentle breeze brushed against my face, making me feel a little better. I stood there for a while, about to leave, when another person came in from outside the restroom. Before I could even see them, they came in—it was Xiumei, that persistent, slutty older sister.
I was about to leave when Xiumei grabbed me, preventing me from going.
Her lips, reeking of alcohol and sweet fragrance, kissed my eyes, making it hard to open them. Her restless hand suddenly reached for my lower body. I cried out, but Xiumei silenced me with a kiss. She whispered, "Little Mu, don't you like me? You're so handsome! I never imagined you could be so good-looking! You haven't seen the beauty of a woman before, have you? Come on, let me show you."
Oh, Xiumei, you're so slutty, you can't resist any boy you see. Actually, I have seen the beauty of women, and this woman is your little sister!
Just then, another person walked towards us. Xiumei reluctantly let go of me, and I quickly ran away. I realized it was Xiuzhu. Xiuzhu looked at me suspiciously, but I didn't say anything. Perhaps Xiuzhu knew about her sister's ailment.
I quickly sat down and started eating again.
At this moment, Master Wu leaned over and whispered to me, "Don't pay attention to that vixen Xiumei. Be careful, your energy might be depleted, and it could affect your treatment."
That old fox, nothing escapes her eyes. I blushed with embarrassment.
With this worry in my heart, I lost my appetite. I drank a few cups of wine in silence, feeling restless and my eyelids heavy. I quickly told everyone and went home to rest.
This wine was really strong; I felt dizzy. I remembered that only my second uncle, Xiumei, and I had drunk, but why were my second uncle and Xiumei acting as if nothing had happened? Perhaps I had drunk too much. As
soon as I lay down, I felt incredibly hot, and an inexplicable feeling made me restless. Suddenly, I thought of Xiuzhu, that beautiful and lively girl. My heart itched even more; I wanted to see her immediately.
But it was broad daylight. Could I do that?
Just as I was enduring this physical torment, someone slipped in through the door—it was Xiumei! She was like a persistent ghost!
Why was she following me so closely? Later, I learned that Xiumei had put an aphrodisiac in my drink. No wonder I couldn't control myself, wanting to run to the toilet and thinking about Xiuzhu; it was all the drug's doing. Xiumei was an extremely promiscuous young woman, always carrying this kind of magic weapon.
I couldn't control myself. Even knowing Xiumei had come in, I still grabbed her hand. I vaguely heard Xiumei laughing and saying, "Hehe, little brother, aren't you going to give in?"...
The rest is history; I was captivated by Xiumei.
When the drug wore off, I realized Xiumei was still watching me, pinching my cheek and saying, "Little brat, you got drunk after just a few drinks."
I suddenly realized I was naked, so I quickly sat up and looked at Xiumei.
Xiumei said, half angry and half reproachful, "I came to see you, and you raped me! What am I going to do?!"
I was so scared I didn't know what to do. I couldn't remember anything, so I said, "No, no way..."
Xiumei stood up, and I noticed that her lower body was naked. Ah?
"Now you believe you raped me, right? What do you think you're going to do?"
Xiumei pressed me.
I murmured, "I'll let Second Sister do whatever she wants."
"Good, from now on, you have to listen to me no matter what I say, and you can't disobey me, understand?"
Xiumei squinted her eyes.
I nodded vigorously.
I didn't know that Xiumei had drugged me and thought I had lost my temper while drunk. Therefore, I became a pawn in Xiumei's hands.

Twenty-nine, Xiuzhu is sick (eleven)

After Xiumei finished speaking, she left. I was at a loss and regretted it. How did I get involved with this nemesis?
Looking at the time, it was already four in the afternoon. I decided to go for a walk to relieve my fatigue and recharge for the evening's work.
There's a small river in our village, its clear waters flowing gently, revealing fish and pebbles clearly. The riverbanks are covered in lush grass, and with the deep blue mountains in the distance and the leisurely white clouds, it's truly a beautiful picture.
I went to the riverbank and strolled to the small bridge. Watching the children playing in the water in the distance, and the weeping willows nearby with their branches hanging like fishing lines, it was truly a paradise.
Beyond the bridge was a small forest, its trees lush and verdant. I walked into the woods. After a few steps, I heard a familiar sound—the kind of sound only heard when men and women are making love.
I tiptoed and followed the sound.
Reaching the source of the sound, I hid under a large tree and peeked out.
Then, the sound abruptly stopped, indicating it was nearing its end. I saw Xiumei, that flirtatious woman. She was tidying her clothes, with the village accountant beside her. Damn, Xiumei and Accountant Wang were really something!
Accountant Wang was still lingeringly stroking Xiumei when she pushed him away: "Alright, when they arrive, I'm thinking of you. I'm not afraid; you're a person of status."
Accountant Wang was somewhat touched: "Xiumei, you're so good to me. You've been gone to Jilin for a year; I missed you so much."
Xiumei laughed: "You missed me? Why don't you marry me, so you won't miss me so much!"
Accountant Wang was speechless for a moment, stammering. This Xiumei, she's really bold.
Xiumei smiled and left. Accountant Wang waited until she was far away before leaving, to avoid arousing suspicion.
Xiumei was gone, and Accountant Wang came out, unexpectedly bumping into me. Accountant Wang looked embarrassed and couldn't say a word.
Finally, he said to me, "Xiao Mu, don't tell anyone. If you have any problems, just tell me now, and I'll help you solve them..."
I said, "I haven't thought of anything yet. I'll tell you when I do!"
Accountant Wang nodded in agreement, giving me countless instructions, practically begging me on his knees.
I sneered, "Accountant Wang, you also have things to ask of me? Ha, I'll definitely have trouble with you in the future..."
I ignored Accountant Wang and strode away.
Xiu Mei, if you threaten me again, I'll tell everyone I saw you and Accountant Wang, and see what you do then?
Night fell without my knowledge. After dinner, I went to my destination.
At home, I was worried that Xiu Mei wouldn't ruin things. Xiu Mei had become a worry in my heart.
I was most afraid of seeing someone and then suddenly appearing. Damn it, I saw Xiu Mei again. She seemed to be waiting for me at the gate. She was like a gatekeeper, her arm holding the door shut. If I wanted to get in, I'd have to crawl under her arm. Oh well, I had to.
But as I was crawling, Xiu Mei grabbed me with her arm. I yelled, and only then did she let go. She cursed, "Coward! I wouldn't even bother with anyone else!"
This guy is really not to be trifled with.
"Go in, little thing!"
Calling me little thing, you're only four or five years older than me, yet you treat me like a little brother.
Master Wu was already waiting for me. She said to me, "Today is going to be difficult. We also have to watch out for this slut Xiu Mei. This girl..."
I told Master Wu to handle it herself; I didn't have time to worry about her. She understood me and said, "Don't worry, I'll deal with Xiu Mei."
I went into the inner room and saw Xiu Zhu sitting on the bed, looking a little worried. She said to me, "My second sister is so annoying. I hate her so much. I hope she doesn't come and cause trouble."
I said, "Master Wu is here." But Xiu Zhu said, "You don't know, Xiu Mei is the most shameless person. She used to steal my eldest sister's lover and had affairs with many people. I'm very worried about her."
I said, "Let's think of a way. "
In the end, I propped up another bed at the other end of the room with a door panel to prevent Xiu Mei from seeing my Xiu Zhu lying on the bed.
Xiuzhu said angrily, "That annoying girl! She's ruined my chance to hug Brother Mu tonight! I told her so many times this afternoon not to bother me, I wonder if she listened?"
I said, "I'm just worried her curiosity will get the better of her!"
It was late, and Xiuzhu and I had already started our game. Xiuzhu was groaning softly, and I didn't dare to be too forward. I was hesitant, but it was over in no time.
Xiuzhu and I didn't dare be too affectionate, and I quickly went to my own bed. I heard a commotion outside the door. I recognized the voice; it was Xiumei arguing with Master Wu. She insisted on coming in to see her sister, but Master Wu wouldn't let her.
Finally, Xiumei's parents arrived and told her to go and rest. Xiumei shouted, "I came all this way just to see Xiuzhu! Why won't you let me come?"
Her aunt said angrily, "They're performing a ritual; don't disturb them. You're almost 30, don't you understand anything?"
Xiumei left dejectedly. I just don't understand why Xiumei is so stubborn.
Xiuzhu said her second sister had the strongest personality and was very willful;
once she made up her mind, she would do it, and no one could stop her. I thought: when she saw me enter her sister's room, she must have been suspicious. What were a lone man and
woman doing together late at night? It's normal for her to be curious. I said, "Actually, it's not her fault. It's suspicious for a young man and woman to be alone in a room together!"
Xiuzhu nodded in agreement. However, after Xiumei's (the older sister) rant, I became interested again and started playing games with Xiuzhu.
Xiuzhu reacted strongly; she gripped my hand tightly, panting heavily, and finally, the battle ended in a flood. Xiuzhu exclaimed, "The Creator is truly amazing, allowing humankind such great pleasure!"
I kissed her forehead and said, "Xiuzhu, rest now. There are two more times; we need to finish. Remember to call me!"
Xiuzhu blushed: "What kind of girl is so proactive?"
I chuckled. I'm a little tired today, probably because Xiumei seduced me this afternoon. If I weren't young, this would have been terrible, utterly horrible.
I fell asleep in this absurd environment.
I don't know how long I slept, but finally, Xiuzhu woke me up. She kept shaking my head until she finally woke me. I have a peculiar habit: when I sleep, I'm like a dead person.
Xiuzhu said shyly, "You're really something! You're enjoying yourself and I have to wake you up!"
I laughed, lifting Xiuzhu up in one swift motion. Xiuzhu cried out, and I burst into laughter.
What a touching scene! This time, we were completely uninhibited, playing to our hearts' content, and finally, we both reached our climax.
We looked at each other and laughed, but unexpectedly, a voice sneered from the doorway: "Oh, I thought you were doing some kind of healing ritual. So this is what you're up to! I knew it, what are you two doing alone in a room! Humph..."
Ah, Xiumei had somehow appeared behind us without our noticing. This was bad! What should we do?
Xiumei sneered, "Oh dear, Xiuzhu, you always looked down on me, but it turns out you're just like us!"
Xiuzhu was too ashamed to say a word. I hurriedly tried to explain, but Xiumei seemed to ignore me. What should we do? If she told Second Aunt, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just then, Master Wu came in; she had been asleep in the main room. She quickly explained what had happened to Xiumei, but for a long time, Xiumei was still skeptical.
Master Wu panicked. She said, "Don't tell your mother what you saw. You can ask her if she interfered that day and almost killed Xiuzhu. If you tell your mother that Xiaomu won't come back, it won't do your sister any good. Think about it, if it weren't for the treatment, why would I let your sister and Xiaomu do this? Am I crazy?"
After hearing this, Xiumei stopped making a fuss. She thought for a moment, then called me out, saying she had something to say to me.
I followed her out nervously. I thought, is my reputation ruined like this? What if it leads to a lawsuit? Then I'm finished, including everything I have. I never thought I would get into this mess. I regretted it so much. If only I had known then what I know now!
Xiumei called me to a corner and said coldly, "Tell me, what should we do?"
I was terrified and at a loss.
Xiumei said, "You little rascal, enjoying this unexpected good fortune, you've slept with both of us sisters! You're ruthless."
I was speechless.
Xiumei said, "How about this, from now on you have to listen to whatever I say, no questions asked, okay?"
I said, "What will you do to me? Will you sell me?"
Xiumei laughed, "Hehe, no way, who would buy you? You have to obey my orders!"
I blurted out, "I know about your affair with Accountant Wang in the woods, and you're still so arrogant?"
Unexpectedly, Xiumei laughed, laughing so hard she bent over.
Xiumei said, "I thought it was something serious, hehe, you actually followed me? Everyone knows about me and Accountant Wang, you can tell everyone! Haha, you dare threaten me?"
I was speechless for a moment. This slut, so shrewish, left no opening. I was at my wit's end.
"You followed me, do you like me?"
Xiumei pinched my cheek.
I didn't say anything.
"Seeing you're tired, I won't talk to you anymore today, I'll let you off the hook for now, I'm going to sleep..."
Xiumei wiggled her hips and left.
I was worried. This terrifying Xiumei, how could I get rid of her? It seems I've made it onto her list of ladies! Sigh, let her do as she pleases.
I checked my watch; it was already past three. This Xiumei, disturbing me in the middle of the night—I wonder if she'll tell Second Aunt. Maybe tonight is the last chance for a happy ending.
Thinking this, I hugged Xiuzhu without saying a word. Xiuzhu seemed to know what I was thinking, and she whispered, "I'll talk to Xiumei tomorrow; it should be fine."
The long night seemed endless, and my anxiety felt like an eternity.
Whatever, I'd better go to sleep.
I guess I was a pig in my past life; I had no mind for anything and fell asleep almost immediately.
At dawn, I woke up and quickly left.
Counting the days, there was only one day left in six days. If I could get through tomorrow, everything would be fine. That slut Xiumei, I'll stay far away from you and see how you get away with it.
I thought about it; if I stayed at home, Xiumei would come looking for me, which would be troublesome. It was better to stay away from her. I remembered the shed in my orchard and headed there.
I walked briskly all the way, and soon arrived at the orchard's shed. Looking around, I saw no one. I was overjoyed; I could finally get a good night's sleep!
Lying on the kang (heated brick bed) in the shed, the morning coolness chilled me to the bone. I gradually realized I was involved in an absurd game. How could I, a Marxist-Leninist intellectual, do this? Was I succumbing to beautiful temptation, or was I simply too foolish? Good heavens, I felt disgusted with myself. For the past twenty days, I had lost myself in this world of pleasure.
I gradually became confused. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my leg. I screamed. What was that? Was it a ghost? I rushed to look.
Ah, it was the persistent Xiumei! Xiumei smiled seductively: "Looks like you're avoiding me. Looks like you don't understand me. My tracking skills are top-notch!"
Ah, so Xiumei had secretly followed me when I left home.
This seductive woman, I have absolutely no way to deal with her!
Xiumei smiled and stroked my body: "You promised me you wouldn't disobey me, okay? Now that I've taken a liking to you, don't run away. Come on, last time we were too hasty. Today, there's no one here, we can have some fun..."

Thirty, Xiumei is coming to bother

me! Oh my god, I've become Xiumei's plaything. It seems I can't escape this fate. Actually, I'm not afraid of her harassing me, but after four rounds of frenzied fucking and vigorous ejaculation with her sister, do I still have the energy? Isn't this going to kill me?
I told Xiumei about my worries.
Who knew that slutty sister would laugh: "I remember learning Lamarck's theory of use and disuse in junior high school. If you use something, it will become better and better; if you don't use it, it will degenerate and lose its instincts."
Oh dear, this girl, so meticulous! What should I do? I guess I'll just have to leave it to fate.
Xiumei began to caress me, from head to toe. Her soft hands were like a gentle breeze, so tender and understanding. I had to admire this seductive girl; she really knew her stuff, instantly arousing my emotions. I couldn't help but groan.
Xiumei giggled, "Do you think Sister Xiumei would eat you? You're so scared."
I groaned, "Sister Xiumei, what do you want from me? I won't give you anything."
"You'll bring me the breath of youth; I'll find traces of yesterday on you."
Damn, this seductive girl, if she were into literature, she'd definitely be a poet.
Before I knew it, I found myself like a newborn baby, completely out of control. I wondered if Xiumei was a prostitute in Jilin; her movements were so skillful and alluring.
Suddenly, I felt a smooth, comfortable sensation. Looking up, I saw Xiumei, too, like a newborn baby. Ah, she was rubbing her soft breasts against my skin. Actually, Xiumei's figure was impeccable, definitely better than Zhang Xiaoyu's—what a beautiful body! She was curvy where she should be, and slim where she should be. Her breasts and buttocks were pert, her waist slender—a classic beauty!
Xiumei rubbed her well-proportioned breasts against me, and with each touch, a fire ignited within me. My moans grew louder, but Xiumei just kept giggling.
"Little brother, I'll make sure you never forget me!"
I'd always felt disgusted by her when I saw her with the dull, older Accountant Wang; I thought she was dirty and would be attracted to just anyone. But now, I'd lost myself in the moment. It seemed Xiumei's skills were truly top-notch; I was completely convinced.
Suddenly, I felt something clamping my penis, incredibly stimulating. I looked down and saw that Xiumei had her breasts clamping my penis, rubbing it against her cleavage. She was moving her breasts up and down, and I screamed.
But Xiumei stopped, laughing, "You're so useless, you can't even handle this little stimulation. I can't keep doing this, otherwise you'll wilted, and what good will you be?"
My screams hadn't subsided; I was still immersed in the tenderness of the moment.
Xiumei then mounted me and began to ride me, quickly enveloping me, my screams becoming her march. I saw her breasts rolling up and down, left and right—it was truly a magnificent picture of Guanyin sitting on a lotus.
Her flowing hair was infinitely graceful, her beauty flawless.
I was enjoying this overwhelming bliss when suddenly she stopped. Just as I was about to scream, she mounted me again, her vagina enveloping my penis. She had changed her riding position, her two round, large buttocks facing me, the cleft between them so deep.
I caressed her large breasts with one hand and her pubic hair and labia majora with the other, sucking and biting one of her nipples. My hand rubbed back and forth on her labia majora, which grew hotter and hotter, evaporating heat. Soon, a gush of love juice gushed out.
"Ah...so hot...so itchy...no...faster..."
"Ah...oh...you're going to fuck me to death! Oh..."
She was now filled with lust, her whole body trembling, moaning and whimpering. I looked at her genitals; her pubic hair was sparse, her mons pubis full, and her vulva was faintly visible, flushed and red like a young girl's. Her vulva was wet and covered with love juice, and her labia minora were opening and closing, moving like a small mouth. It was so beautiful and so tempting. I first kissed the entrance of her vagina with my lips. It was Sister Mei's second mouth. I kissed it passionately, then licked her labia majora and minora with the tip of my tongue. The pubic hair tickled me. Then I probed her urethra. Although the smell was strong, it was her virgin essence, completely different from mine. Then I licked it with the tip of my tongue until bubbles formed. Then I gently bit her clitoris with my teeth. It was a clitoris that was still intact like a young girl's. It's a pity that her ex-husband didn't appreciate it. It was a treasure!
"Ah...ah...oh...you're going to fuck me to death! Oh..."
Sister Mei's abdomen tightened and relaxed with each lick, wave after wave. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her head shaking excitedly from side to side, moaning incessantly.
"Ah! Oh... I can't take it anymore... You... lick... licking me so hard it's making my whole body tingle! I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."
"Oh! Dear brother! You're licking me so hard it's making me itch... Ah... Be gentle! It hurts... It's so uncomfortable... Please! Dear brother! Don't lick anymore... Oh... I'm going to pee... pee..."
I moved my nimble tongue, sucking and licking, and a stream of her clear, hot love juice gushed out, like a stream, flowing from her opening to her anus, down her plump buttocks, and then sticking to the sheets. She was trembling incessantly, bending her legs, spreading them wide apart, pushing her buttocks away from the sheets, making her mons pubis protrude even higher, allowing me to lick her juices more thoroughly. I held her plump buttocks with both hands and buried myself deeper into her vagina.
“Dear Sister Mei! Are you satisfied with my skills?”
“Good brother, sister… sister is afraid of you, I am yours…”
“Don’t be afraid! Good sister! Now I will give you an unexpected and pleasurable experience! Okay? Darling!”
“Good brother, sister loves you…”
“Sister, I love you too!”
I leaned forward, my big cock erect, and first used the bluish-purple glans with a drop of love juice hanging from its head to rub against her labia for a while, making Sister Mei cry out unbearably itchy: “Oh… stop rubbing… it’s so itchy… hurry… hurry up and put your big cock in… to stop the itch… please… hurry up…”
Sister Mei, aroused, became lewd! “Ah, hurry up! Ah…”
“Sister Mei, I’m coming!”
I aimed my cock at her hole, thrust my hips forward and plunged in hard, with a “thud”, it was all the way in, straight into her phoenix hole.
"Ouch! My God! It's too big, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
It was truly unexpected; even in her thirties and after having children, her vagina was still so tight. Seeing her seductive, eager expression earlier, I assumed her husband was amazing, otherwise I wouldn't have thrust in so forcefully—that would be too ungentlemanly.
"Ah, good brother, don't rush, sexual pleasure requires cooperation from both sides, take it slow."
"Okay, as long as Sister Mei likes it!"
I began to gently thrust in and out, and she moved her hips to match my thrusts.
"Mmm! So good! Dear brother…my vagina feels so good from your big cock, dear husband…faster…ah…"
"Ah…I'm going to cum again…oh…so good…"
A gush of hot, wet fluid shot out!
I felt the hot, scalding fluid on my glans, an incredibly pleasurable sensation. I tilted my head back and gasped, "So good, Sister Mei, I want you to feel even better!" Then I switched to a more aggressive, forceful approach, the sounds of
"thud! thud!" echoing incessantly. "Oh! My dear brother, I... I'm so... you... you're killing me... my little darling... you little devil... ah! I'm dying of pleasure! Ah..." She felt an indescribable pleasure, so pleasurable she almost went mad, gripping me tightly, twisting and shaking her hips violently. "Oh! My dear husband... my one and only husband! I'm dying of pleasure... I feel so good I want to... I want to fly! My dear! My sweetheart... you are my heart and soul... my darling... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to... I'm going to cum again... ah..." Thirty-one, I thrust and pounded relentlessly. After her climax, she bit my glans, sucking and licking it fiercely, as if a fleshy ring was encircling it. The sensation was truly exquisite. After a round of safe intercourse, Sister Mei was completely limp, lying on the bed, looking incredibly alluring. I knew she was aroused. I wrapped her legs around my waist and thrust even deeper. "Oh! Brother! Your big cock is driving me to heaven... Your cock is pounding so hard it's killing me... It's so sore... I... I'm going to cum again..." After 200 thrusts, I lifted Sister Mei's legs onto my shoulders and thrust my cock in and out relentlessly. "Oh! Dear brother... No... Put your legs down! Ah... My uterus is going to... going to be pierced by your big cock! You little devil... I can't take it anymore... Oh... I'm going to die from you! I'm going to die..." After another 200 thrusts, I lowered Sister Mei's legs, lifted her upper body, and sat her facing me on the bed. Her weight pressed down on my cock, making me incredibly excited, and it swelled up uncontrollably, thrusting wildly. "Oh! I know! Dear brother! My sensitive spot? It feels so good when you thrust into it? So comfortable? And so itchy too? Brother! It's so itchy!" Before I knew it, 200 thrusts had passed. I lay back on the bed: "Sister Mei, help yourself, sit down." "Suck! My dear brother, my dear husband with your big cock, hurry, hurry, thrust upwards, thrust deeper, thrust your sister to death! I feel so good... ah... it's so beautiful, sister... I'm going to... I'm going to cum for my good, good brother, ah!" "Sister, I'm coming, my dear sister, my dear sister." "Good brother... I really can't take it anymore. Ah! I'm cumming to death, oh... oh..." Sister Mei's big white breasts swayed up and down, left and right, it was so stimulating. After another period of pleasure, Sister Mei was intoxicated with pleasure, "Sister Mei, rotate around my big cock!" Sister Mei straddled my upper body with her left leg and began to rotate.

"Oh! My little darling... Sister... you're going to fuck me to death... My little hole... it's almost... almost being torn apart by you... Dear husband... I... I can't take it anymore..."
Sister Mei cried out in a wanton voice.
"What's wrong? My dear sister! Is it very comfortable?"
"I... I'm being fucked to death by you... Please... I really can't take it anymore..."
Sister Mei turned her back to me, her moans becoming powerless!
"Dear sister! Is it comfortable?"
"You little devil! You still ask! I'm dying of discomfort and you still tease me! I hate you so much!"
"Sister Mei, now let's be gentle, okay?"
I hugged Sister Mei's full, round breasts from behind and began to knead them, occasionally pinching her two extra-large nipples. Sister Mei trembled incessantly from my caresses, her whole body feeling numb and itchy. Of course, my big cock couldn't be idle either, gently rubbing against her hot vagina.
"Ah! My dear... you're making me feel so uncomfortable... Ah! You... you stop... don't rub anymore! I..."
Seeing my sister's comfortable state, my lust surged. I leaned forward, and Sister Mei was already supporting herself on the bed with her hands, her plump buttocks high. Her large, white breasts hung in my hands, so elastic! My big cock swelled up again, and I couldn't help but thrust wildly.
"My sweetheart... my big-cocked little brother... thrust harder... thrust me to death! I feel so good, ah... my flower heart is so numb from your touch... ouch... I'm going to... come... ah..."
I straightened up, grabbed my sister's waist with both hands, and thrust wildly again.
"I can't hold back anymore, my dear brother, ah... my dear husband, my dear brother, my dear son... ah... you're going to fuck me to death..."
As she spoke, a large amount of hot love juice rushed towards my glans. "Ah..."
A wave of pleasure spread throughout my body. It felt so good. My glans swelled. "No, I can't ejaculate now!"
I secretly held back.
"Oh...oh...I'm going to be fucked to death by you, I, I can't take it anymore...please...have mercy...have mercy on me."
"Sister Mei, I'm going to give you the most precious thing a man has right now!"
I laid my sister, whose body was limp, flat on the bed, grabbed her beautiful feet, lifted them up and spread them apart, then inserted my big cock into her vagina, spreading my toes with my ten fingers and embedding them deep inside. My big cock thrust in and out happily, and my ten fingers also thrust in and out between her toes.
"Ah...good little brother...ah...it feels so good...ah...it feels so good...ah, ah..."
She was being fucked so hard by me, her nipples swayed from side to side, her beautiful hair flew wildly, her whole body trembled, and she moaned and cried out.
"Ah! Dear little brother...little husband! Sister! I came again! Ah!..."
"Ah! Dear sister...flesh sister...I...I also came...ah..."
She lay on my lap, still wanting more, flicking my cock with her little finger. I felt both pain and stimulation, and cried out repeatedly.
"Young man, your skills are lacking, you need to practice!"
I murmured, "Sister Mei, you're really amazing, I admire you..."
"This kid, if I don't teach you a lesson, what do you think I am? Let me tell you, I haven't served someone like this in a long time. No one else is worthy. Maybe we're destined for each other, I've taken a liking to you, because you're so gentle and approachable!"
I stroked her slender yet voluptuous body, a feeling of unprecedented comfort slowly rising from the bottom of my heart.
"Let me tell you, this is also a skill, you have to figure it out yourself, you have to practice. When I have time, I'll slowly teach you, so you can become a master of seduction, you'll be able to seduce countless women."
This is also a skill, so unconventional. Maybe I'm ignorant, maybe I've been idle for too long, I'm just a blockhead.
We started getting dressed, after the passion, life still had to go on.
Xiu Mei got dressed and left. I slowly stepped out of the shed and saw a red shadow flash by.
What was that? Could it be someone stealing fruit? I remembered that there was a late-ripening fruit in the orchard, maybe someone had their eye on it.
I tiptoed, following the shadows, and finally found a figure under a large, lush fruit tree—it was Cuilan.
What was that motherless girl doing here?
Cuilan spotted me, screamed shrilly, and trembled all over.
I took her into the orchard and began interrogating her.
She was carrying a nylon bag under her arm, apparently a tool for stealing fruit. I snatched it from her and coldly asked, "How many times have you stolen here? Tell the truth, or I'll report you to the police."
Cuilan, tears streaming down her face, stammered, "Brother Mu, I've stolen three times!"
"How much each time?"
"Not much, half a bag!"
"Half a bag isn't much?"
Cuilan sobbed softly, her face streaked with tears.
I asked again, "How long have you been here?"
"A little while?"
Ah, I suddenly realized, what if she saw something? If she saw us having fun, that would be terrible.
I demanded sharply, "What did you see?"
Cuilan replied softly, "Nothing!"
"Nonsense, tell me the truth, what did you see?"
"Nothing..."
"Looks like you won't admit it until you're faced with the truth!"
I took out my phone and dialed 110, but I didn't actually dial it; I just switched to 10086. The call connected, and I heard a voice on the other end.
Cuilan was crying hysterically. She knelt down in front of me and cried out, "Brother Mu, I'll talk, I'll talk, don't call the police..."
I hung up the phone and stared at Cuilan.
Cuilan stammered, "I saw you... and... Xiumei... having an affair..."
Ah, this girl saw everything. What should I do?
I'll have to scare her a bit more.
I sternly demanded, "You've stolen my fruit three times! What are you going to do about it? And today you saw me with Xiumei again! What are you going to do about it?!"
Cuilan stood up in fright, pleading, "Brother Mu, just tell me, I'll do anything!"
This motherless brat, her stepfather certainly didn't discipline her at home either. She's run into me today, I have to teach her a lesson, otherwise she'll steal again, and our fruit will be gone.
I shouted, "Take off your clothes now! You can only go home when I give you clothes today."
I wanted to embarrass her.
Cuilan hesitated, then asked, "Brother Mu, can I not take them off... I..."
I yelled, "No, don't even think about going home, damn it!"
Cuilan's eyes flashed, and she started taking off her clothes. I didn't even want to look at this little brat. I walked away to look around.
When Cuilan saw me leave, she tried to run away, but I shouted, and she stopped in fright, starting to take off her clothes again.
I watched her from a distance until she was completely naked before I came back. I was going to confiscate her clothes, not let her leave, and scare her.
I walked up to her and saw her curled up in a ball, covering her chest and genitals.
I laughed, "A little brat like you, already knowing shame? What are you afraid people will see? You worthless little thing, you probably won't be attractive even when you're twenty!"
I wanted to scare her, and I had to do it thoroughly. I ordered her to stand up.
She stood up shakily, and when I saw her body, I was shocked…

32. Cuilan is not a little girl anymore.

Cuilan stood up straight, and I was shocked when I saw her.
Ah, Cuilan had two small breasts, like those little steamed buns sold in stores, but the nipples were unusually large, thick and long, much larger than any woman I had ever seen, even larger than those of a woman who was breastfeeding. It was unbelievable.
But her buttocks looked like someone had stepped on them, flat and smooth, her lower body completely bare. This meant that this little girl was still young, but why were her nipples so large?
I asked, "Cuilan, how old are you?"
Cuilan said shyly, "I'm 13 years old this year."
A little loli, a typical little loli.
I walked up to her and observed her carefully.
She covered her chest, but I could pry it open. I saw some bruises and old scars on her small chest. Ah, what happened to Cuilan?
I asked Cuilan, what happened to you? Why are you injured like this?
Cuilan stammered and didn't say anything. I quickly took out the eggs locked in the shed, cracked the shells, and smeared the runny egg white on Cuilan's chest, beginning to massage it gently.
Cuilan seemed much better. Her tears fell like a broken string of pearls. I gently asked, "Tell your brother, what happened to you?"
Cuilan hesitated several times before finally speaking.
It turned out that all these injuries were caused by her cruel and perverted stepfather. When Cuilan was ten years old, her mother passed away, leaving her, this unfortunate child. Her stepfather was not related to her by blood. Since her mother's death, he often drank, and when drunk, he would beat her. One winter night when she was ten, Cuilan was dreaming of her mother, but someone crawled into her bed—her stepfather. He pinched and scratched her body, occasionally biting her with his teeth. That night, Cuilan lost her virginity, but many scars appeared on her lower body, thighs, and chest. Since that night, her stepfather had been abusing Cuilan every day. Her enormous nipples were the result of his sucking, biting, and pulling. Every time they met, he would suck her nipples while viciously pinching them; he loved hearing Cuilan's heart-wrenching screams.
Cuilan pointed to her thigh and said, "Look, he pinched them all."
Red and blue scars lined her fair thighs, and there were also clear teeth marks on her genitals. Poor child, and this perverted stepfather.
I quickly took out an egg, applied the egg white to her wounds, and gently massaged them. Cuilan wept uncontrollably, trembling as she said, "Brother Mu, no one has ever been so kind to me..."
I said, "You're so pitiful, let me massage them for you."
The wounds were all in sensitive areas; I thought that after being abused by her stepfather for so long, Cuilan probably couldn't feel anything. So I confidently massaged her wounds. You see, I studied sports and combat sports in university, so I knew a little about massage.
After a while, Cuilan groaned. I said, "Feeling better now? Is your injury lessening?"
Cuilan draped her arm over my shoulder and said softly, "Brother Mu, it feels so good. I feel much better."
I said, "That's good. I'll massage you a little longer."
I started massaging her breasts again. I was furious. These are a woman's most sacred parts. Why treat them like this? It's perverted! That stepfather of yours, I'll definitely find you and get justice for Cuilan. I'll use the law to reason with you.
I remembered when I left school, my coach gave me a bottle of ointment for bruises and sprains. It was supposedly made from Yunnan Baiyao and something else, and it was very effective. When my coach gave me the medicine, he thought I would still be involved in sports. I never expected to return to the countryside, not pursuing my favorite career. A hero without a place to use his skills—that's the greatest tragedy!
I had never used that medicine before, but now that Cuilan was so badly injured, it would be perfect. I told Cuilan about it, and she was moved to tears.
I didn't stop and continued massaging her. Cuilan grabbed my hands tightly with her last two, and I wondered what was wrong; she looked a bit like Xiuzhu.
I quickly looked at Cuilan and saw her mouth wide open, emitting a soft moaning sound from the back of her throat, like a trapped animal. Suddenly, I felt something wet on my hand. What was that? I looked closely and realized that the hand that had been massaging Cuilan's injured thigh was wet with some kind of liquid. The liquid could be stretched into long, thin threads, like silk spun by a silkworm. Ah, it was gushing from Cuilan's tender vagina! I was stunned; the little girl's reaction was so strong, it was astonishing.
I couldn't resist and stroked her silky skin again. I gently pinched her nipple with my fingers, and she let out a soft gasp. I pinched and played with it with my index finger and thumb. I realized that Cuilan's nipple was this big, like a peanut, a bit long, and the feel was different from her breast. I couldn't help but pinch it, and she immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and closed her eyes.
I panicked a little and quickly asked her if I had hurt her.
She smiled slightly and shook her head, still with her eyes closed, and whispered, "It feels good, keep going."
I then kneaded her breasts with my palms, pinching her nipples with my fingers, my movements gradually becoming bolder, pushing her nipples up and down, or gently pulling them outwards.
I remember when I did this, she bit her lip, her arms around my neck tightening... I pinched her nipples, kissing her neck incessantly, and she moaned softly. Blood surged through my brain, the whole world receded like a tide, leaving only our heartbeats.
I suddenly turned her around, pressing her against the tree, face to face. Her eyes were glazed, her hair somewhat disheveled.
I carefully examined her two proudly erect pink nipples, a few fine hairs on the areolas. I
grabbed her breasts without hesitation, the nipples peeking out from between my fingers. I joined my index and middle fingers together, rubbing them incessantly, the nipples moving against her areolas, and she let out a soft moan from deep within her throat, her hands roaming over my waist, caressing my lower abdomen.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, her hand touched the head of my penis. Like a flash of cool lightning, I grabbed her small hand and pressed it against my penis. Even through my pants, she slowly explored, gradually taking hold of it.
Still not satisfied, I grabbed her hand again and quickly shoved it into my underwear.
Her small hand, like a piece of cool silk, gently held my shaft, giving my burning lower body a cooling sensation.
Thick fluid flowed from my glans, smearing it on her wrist. A strange impulse made me grab her breast, lower my head, and bite down on her nipple. She suppressed a cry of surprise, then groaned.
I used all my strength to suckle her pink nipple, teasing it with my tongue between sucks and biting the areola with my teeth. Suddenly,
I lifted my head, biting her nipple, and she involuntarily gripped my penis tightly. I almost lost my mind. Holding her hand, I kept stroking my penis, which was throbbing painfully. My other hand was still forcefully kneading her round breasts, while I lowered my head and frantically sucked on her nipple, letting out a beast-like growl.
Her other hand gripped my shoulder tightly, biting her lower lip, making a sound that seemed like a sob.
Her breasts exuded a strong fragrance, and I couldn't help but press my face against her right breast, feeling its gentle warmth.
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, and a spasm ran through my tailbone; my penis trembled violently. She instinctively gripped my penis, letting out an uncontrollable spasm, as if from ancient times.
I ejaculated violently, spraying scalding semen onto her hands. She was somewhat panicked, but still clung tightly to my penis. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me, and I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, my head resting heavily on her breasts, which I had squeezed until they were slightly red…
Cuilan trembled for a long time before finally stopping. She hugged my arm tightly and whispered, “Brother Mu, I never thought your hands had magic. This is the first time I’ve felt so good. I’ve never felt this good before. Before, when that old beast did this to me, it would hurt like hell.”
I didn’t know what to say. I really didn’t mean to harass Cuilan. I had only asked her to take off her clothes to scare her. I thought her small body must mean she was still a child. I never imagined she was no longer a child, especially her breasts, which had been distorted beyond recognition by that perverted stepfather. They were so big, it was truly horrifying.
But she actually had an orgasm during my massage, and it was her first time! How could I explain this…?
Cuilan was still clinging to me: “Brother Mu, I’ll do anything you ask from now on. Also, I’ll never steal your butt again…”
She nestled beside me like a wounded kitten. I was deeply moved. I decided that today I would get justice for her and rescue her from her abusive stepfather.
I quickly helped Cuilan put on her clothes. I hadn’t expected her to be so pitiful; I couldn’t join in the abuse.
After a while, Cuilan turned her back to me, lifted her clothes, and started rubbing and squeezing her nipples. I was shocked and quickly asked her what she was doing.
Cuilan said that the long-term result of being sucked by that perverted stepfather was that her breasts contained a yellowish-white fluid, which he had to suck out several times a day, otherwise it would become very swollen and painful. Ah, I thought, that must be inflammation. I remembered overhearing my cousin and mother talking about similar symptoms years ago. I told Cuilan that we absolutely had to get some anti-inflammatory medication; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Cuilan cried out again because she couldn't squeeze out the yellowish-white liquid, and now it was throbbing painfully there, making her jump around in agony.
What could she do?
That perverted stepfather had caused Cuilan so much suffering; it made me so angry!

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