Xiao Qiu's Four Seasons Series, Part 1 (Collection of 1-14)

Four Seasons Series Part 1: Xiao Qiu (Random Thoughts) (Collection of 1-14)

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My name is Xiao Qiu. My father said I was found in the autumn, so I'm called Xiao Qiu. My father is a farmer. His
ancestors have lived in this poor, remote mountain village for generations. By his generation, my grandparents, whom I've never met
, had died long ago. He struggles to support himself and remains alone.

≥ My father said he found me by the roadside on the way to the city while herding cattle. I was about three months old then.
There were two packets of milk powder and my birth certificate in my swaddling clothes. The mountains are very poor. After the two packets of milk powder were finished, I had nothing
else to eat and cried from hunger every day. I don't know how my father helped me through that difficult time. After I grew up and
learned about my origins, I was very curious and kept asking him, "What did I eat back then to avoid starving?"

My father would always smile and stroke my head, saying, "My dear daughter, you're still eating now, how could you not
know !"

It turned out that my father saw how pitifully hungry I was. At first, he went to the women in the village to ask for milk, but
living conditions were extremely harsh then. The women in the village couldn't even feed their own children, let alone have any extra milk to
feed a wild girl like me.

Seeing me cry, my father was frantic, pacing back and forth, thinking, "Where is there a place like a woman's nipple that can produce milk,
even just to temporarily relieve Xiao Qiu's hunger?

" Finally, he came up with a good idea: he tried taking out his penis and slowly putting it into
my mouth. A miracle happened; I felt like I was sucking on my mother's nipple, and I immediately took my father's penis into my mouth, sucking

desperately .
The baby's soft, warm mouth had a strong suction, and since my father's penis had never been inside
anything , he ejaculated quickly. After sucking up all of his semen, I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

From then on, my father found a way to feed me. Whenever I was hungry, he would feed me. At
first, he would only feed me when I woke up hungry at night, but later, for my convenience, he simply placed me between his legs while sleeping
, with his penis in my mouth. That way, I could eat whenever I was hungry without
disturbing him.

"Do you know how much semen you've sucked from me these past fifteen years, you little vampire! And
why do still need to nurse even now that you're all grown up!" my father would chuckle and scold me. Every night before bed, as I suckled his penis, he would
complain like this.

"Who told you your semen to taste so good and be so nutritious? It's made me so dependent on it even now."

Of course, by now, my nursing skills were already quite proficient. First, I would take my father's
penis , my tongue swirling around it, until it slowly became erect. Then I would release it, taking the glans
into my mouth, my lips covering the coronal sulcus, my tongue tip pressing against the urethral opening, gently licking it.

At these times, my father would groan with pleasure, and he would reward me with some slippery appetizers.

At this point, I would either swallow and spit quickly, making the penis reach deep into my throat each time, or playfully
bite it lightly with my teeth, feeling the soft, hard, and hot penis, and then take my father's
scrotum , directing the two little testicles inside with my tongue. I would alternate like this, and before long, I
would taste the nectar of my life again.

Two.

When I was three years old, the boys in the village, some my age or a little older, learned that I was adopted.
Since I didn't have a mother, they called me a wild girl. That day, they pinned me down in a muddy pond and tore the clothes
my father had just bought for me. I ran home crying like a madwoman, telling my father I
would never be a wild girl again! I wanted to be a boy so they wouldn't bully me!

My father hugged me, his brow furrowing with heartache as he looked at me. He coaxed me, saying, "My dear daughter, don't be sad that
you 're a girl. You should be proud that you're a woman!" I looked up at
my father, puzzled.
"Look at your father," I said, "even though I'm a man, I'm so poor that even a woman wouldn't want to be with me. If I
were a woman, I would have already left this poor place and would never suffer again!"

My father sighed, looking at my confused eyes, and sighed again, "Ah... it's too
early to tell you all this. When you grow up, you'll understand!" At three years old, I didn't understand what my father was saying,
but I clearly saw tears glistening in his eyes. I stopped crying, silently nestled in his arms, and tried my best to remember what had happened that day and what my father had said.

Slowly, I grew up, and gradually became the prettiest girl in the village.
The boys who used to bully me were now like little shadows, following me around every day. I gradually understood what
my father , though I didn't fully grasp it yet, but I was slowly starting to understand.

Two days before my twelfth birthday, my father suddenly went to the city. I asked him what he was doing, and he
just smiled and didn't answer. That night, for the first time, I didn't sleep between my father's legs. Without
his penis , I couldn't fall asleep. Thankfully, my father returned the next day.

On my birthday, during lunch, my father suddenly said to me, "Qiu'er, I picked you up but haven't let
you enjoy life. I've made you suffer with me. For twelve years, I've never given you a birthday present.
Today is your twelfth birthday; after that, you'll be a big girl. So, I'll give you two packs of sanitary napkins."

I was puzzled, wondering what sanitary napkins were and what they were used for.

"Xiao Qiu, don't you know what this is for?" I nodded.

"You're almost a real woman, and a real woman
bleeds a few days every month from her genitals. This sanitary napkin is for those days."

I still didn't understand. "Dad, why do women bleed for a few days every month?"

My father scratched his head. "I don't know either, but I know it really happens, and women in the city use
sanitary napkins. Look at your breasts, aren't they a little swollen and growing? And aren't you
growing hair down there? Women are like that."

Because I liked my father's penis, I wanted to nurse whenever I had the chance, so even now I always...
I also bathed with my father. I loved being in the tub, nestled in his arms, grasping his penis and
stroking it as he taught me. I found it incredibly magical; at first, it
was small, soft, and drooping, but after a few gentle rubs, it would gradually harden
until it stood erect. Often, my father would then wash me, lathering my entire body with soap and
gently scrubbing me. I, on the other hand, was only interested in playing with his penis (which, in my eyes, was the best
toy in the world). When its temperature rose sharply, throbbing, and my father started moaning, I would
quickly put my mouth to it, and soon I would be able to nurse.

I received a gift from my father, and for some reason, my nose suddenly felt a little sore.
How thoughtful my father was for me!

"Xiao Qiu, do you know what that hole down there is? Do you know
what Daddy's penis can do besides feeding you milk?"

I shook my head, "No."

"That hole down there is called a vagina. The real purpose of Daddy's penis is to put it into the vagina of the woman I love most
. To make her happy!"

"Daddy, then hurry up and put it into Qiu'er's vagina! Isn't Qiu'er the woman you love most?
Qiu'er wants Daddy to make me happy!"

Daddy lovingly stroked my chest, and a tingling, itchy feeling washed over me. I closed my eyes, lost

in ecstasy, not wanting to wake up. "Silly child, you haven't started bleeding yet, you haven't truly become a woman,
so Daddy can't put his penis into your hole. When you start bleeding,
when you truly become a woman, Daddy will definitely make his Qiu'er fly to heaven with happiness! Qiu'er is Daddy's most beloved woman, and Daddy will definitely
put his penis into your vagina."

From then on, my biggest dream was that one day I would suddenly find that my hole could bleed.
That would mean that Qiu'er had truly become a woman and could enjoy more of Daddy's love. And to avoid
worrying my father, I kept quiet at school and studied diligently. Every time I came home with the highest score,
my father would give me an extra feeding.

However, things didn't go as planned. My thirteenth birthday had passed, and I still hadn't bled, not even once.
I had already started junior high school in a town ten miles from home. My father wanted me to board at school, but I refused. A year ago,
the night my father was away, I felt so miserable. Not having his semen for a day made me feel unwell all over.
So, although I was rushing around every day, I was happy inside. My only regret was that I hadn't bled.

Three

months passed slowly. My body continued to change—my breasts
became fuller, and I had more and more pubic hair—but the bleeding my father had mentioned, which I later learned
was menstruation, still refused to come.

My father seemed to have aged considerably, perhaps due to the hardships of life; I could vaguely see
a few strands . This made me uneasy. Although my father never said it, I could tell from his actions
how much he wanted me to become a woman!

Every night before he went to sleep, he would gently stroke my increasingly full breasts, which, under
his touch , were fuller than any of the girls in school.

At first, I was a little embarrassed, but my father told me that the fuller my breasts were, the more he would
love me. So, I gradually began to enjoy proudly displaying my breasts, walking slowly under the gaze of men.
Moreover, I became more and more dependent on my father's touch; that tingling sensation increasingly dominated me, like

needing to taste his semen every day. If he didn't touch me one day, I
felt uneasy all over, as if ants were crawling all over my body.

One day in class, I suddenly felt a slight pain in my lower abdomen. I didn't pay attention to it. After a while, I felt
a cool sensation in my lower body. I was puzzled; there was no water on the chair, and I hadn't urinated.

Just then, I heard my deskmate laughing. I turned to look at him, then quickly turned away to look at me. I was

a little confused. I looked down at myself carefully and found a bloodstain
the size of . I was terrified. Ignoring the laughter of my classmates, I stood up and told the teacher I needed to go out for a bit.

The teacher obviously knew what had happened and nodded in agreement. I ran to the girls' restroom and took off
my underwear There was a pool of blood the size of my palm on it. I spread my labia and saw that my vagina was still
bleeding thinly.

"Could this be a woman's period?" I desperately hoped that one day my vagina would suddenly start
bleeding, but I wasn't sure and felt uneasy.

My underwear was sticky. I put it on and then took it off again. Oh well, I might as well not wear it at all. Since I was still bleeding, I
decided to ask the teacher for leave and go home to ask my father.

My homeroom teacher was a woman from the city. She was very kind to me. Seeing a teacher, I thought that since we were both women,
it would be easy to talk to her, so I pointed to the peony on my skirt. The teacher was a little surprised, but thankfully,
she didn't say anything and let me go home.

When I got home, my father was busy in the kitchen. Seeing me come home so early, he seemed a little angry:

"Why aren't you in class? What are you doing running home at this hour?"

I didn't say anything, but just took out my underwear from behind my back and waved it. My father clearly saw
the bloodstains on it. He seemed very agitated, his hands trembling:

"Let Dad see it."

I handed it to him. My father used his trembling hands to feel the bloodstain, then held it
under his nose and smelled it hard. Then he stuck out his tongue and started licking it.

I seemed to hear my father muttering, "More than ten years!" I seemed to see the
glistening . Only at that moment did I realize that I really had started my period, and how much my father had longed for me
to grow up.

"I was so moved by what my father was doing. I felt like his tongue was licking my vulva,

and I felt like an electric current was running through my body. I couldn't help but reach my hand towards my vulva.

'Qiu'er, what are you doing?' My father's voice pulled me back to reality.

'Go, lie down on the bed. Let Daddy see your lower body. It looks like you really have your period.'"

Hearing my father's words, I finally felt relieved. "Dad, then you can put your penis inside
Qiu'er's vagina. Qiu'er really wants Dad to pamper her!"

My father lovingly stroked my head, and my lower body started to itch again. I turned around and hugged

my father's neck tightly. "Dad, Qiu'er loves you so much. Qiu'er knows you've waited for me to grow up for a long time. Qiu'er
is sorry ,

Dad, for only becoming a woman now."

"My good daughter, how could Dad blame you? You are the person I love most in this world. I
've raised you to adulthood for over ten years, and I'm so happy!"

My father held me, gently kissing my hair, and slowly pulled down my skirt. Then he
lifted me up and placed me on the bed. Although I had exposed my body to my father countless times, this time I had
a strange feeling that made me involuntarily close my eyes. My father's hands slid across my face, gradually
moving downwards.

I knew my father was carefully looking at my vulva. I could feel his gaze;
wherever , that part of my body began to heat up. Suddenly, I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning, my whole body trembling. I realized that
my father's hands had somehow grasped my breasts, and he'd flicked my nipples with his middle finger. I
couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"My good daughter, does it feel good?" I didn't dare open my eyes, only nodding.

My face was burning hot. My father continued to slowly massage my breasts, and I felt a swelling,
as if were erect. That familiar tingling, itchy feeling returned, but this
time it was stronger than ever before.

"Daughter, your vulva is so beautiful now," my father told me. "Open your eyes and look."

Hearing this, I secretly opened my eyes. My father wasn't wrong; my labia were slightly parted,
bright red, like a blooming rose petal, while the inner opening was pink and incredibly cute.

A thin line of blood mixed with a sticky, clear liquid was oozing from the entrance. My father removed his hand from
my breast, parted my labia, and I saw something
like . He suddenly flicked it, and I cried out, shuddering.

It was an indescribable, wonderful feeling, a powerful assault on my senses. I closed
my eyes again, feeling incredibly soft all over, and a deep longing welled up within me, as if a thousand, ten thousand
hands were gently caressing me. I wanted my father to stay, I wanted him to slowly intoxicate me like this.
But I felt so uncomfortable, as if a million ants were crawling inside me.

"Daddy…don't…don't stop…"

In a daze, I felt something warm approach my genitals, my clitoris feeling like it was entering
a hot spring. I opened my eyes and saw my father. He was actually taking my clitoris into his mouth.

He was gently sucking on it, scraping it with his tongue. I could feel the rough
taste buds . One, two, I felt like I was about to ascend to heaven. Involuntarily, I arched my buttocks upwards, trying desperately
to get my clitoris into my father's mouth. My father released it, taking my entire vulva into his mouth, and then
began frantically sucking the blood and fluid flowing from my vagina.

"Come on, help Daddy take off his pants." Hearing this, I quickly helped my father take off his pants, and his
penis sprang out. My father brought his penis to my vaginal opening, rubbing it a few times. "Daughter, are you ready?"

Daddy is about to put his penis into your vagina. "

Daddy, come on, put your penis into your daughter's vagina. Daughter loves you!" My vagina was
so empty, and I was just about to ask my father to put his penis in. Hearing my father say this, I couldn't
be happier .

My father found the opening, first gently pushing in, and I suddenly felt so full. Then my father
thrust his hips, and his penis went in all the way. A sharp pain shot through my lower body. "Ah, slower!"

"Qiu'er, it's alright, it'll be fine in a bit." My father leaned down and gently kissed my earlobe, while

his hands were busy kneading my breasts, his penis thrusting forcefully into
my vagina.

At first, it hurt a lot, but after a few minutes, the pleasure returned, and
my vagina felt completely filled. I could feel my father's glans scraping against my vaginal walls as it went in and out, each thrust
hitting my cervix hard, as if trying to push even deeper.

My uterus began to spasm in waves, and I writhed and screamed wildly beneath my father.
I had never felt such maddening pleasure since birth. Thank you, Dad, for letting your daughter know how happy it is to be
a woman.

Suddenly, I felt my father ejaculate hot semen from the tip of his penis. I couldn't hold back any longer;
it felt like I was flying into heaven. My uterine walls contracted strongly and continuously…

When I woke up, my father was already making dinner, and the bed wasn't made. My labia were a little swollen, and my lower body felt
like it was split open. My menstrual fluid, vaginal fluid, and my father's semen were mixed together on the bed, emitting a very familiar
smell .

I couldn't help but lean over and start licking it, and my lower body started to itch again
…

Having

experienced sex for the first time, I truly understood the joy of being a woman. My whole body was filled with primal
desire. From then on, the first thing I did when I got home every day was to have sex with my father. And my father usually
obliged , and the two of us were immersed in a boundless sea of desire. Gradually, I started taking off all my clothes
and going naked as soon as I got home. I found it convenient this way; I could have my father's penis inserted at any time, and my lower body was like
a waterfall, never drying out as long as I was home.

But this kind of life also had a downside: my father no longer wanted to breastfeed me. At night,
he wouldn't let me sleep between his legs, but only beside him, holding me and stroking
my breasts again and again.

At first, I wasn't used to it. Without my father's penis in my mouth, I always felt like he was leaving
me. Yet, my father's embrace was so warm, like a peaceful harbor, and his caresses were so...
His gentleness made me feel my father's boundless love. I slowly adapted to this new way of sleeping. When I missed
the taste of my father's penis, I would use my mouth to make him ejaculate first during sex. And my father seemed to
enjoy doing this. Every time he ejaculated, he could make me reach orgasm again and again.

Six months before graduating from junior high school, my father's health suddenly deteriorated .
Even a slight chill would make him catch a cold. At home, my father gradually became unable to satisfy me. His penis was like a frostbitten eggplant. Before, I
could get it erect just by blowing on it a little, but now no matter what I did, I couldn't get it to stand up.

My father quickly lost weight, and it pained me to see him like this. I didn't know what was wrong with my father, so I forced
him to see the old Chinese medicine doctor in the village several times, but it didn't help at all. My father continued to lose weight, and his penis
even started to shrink.

"Qiu'er, Daddy can't pee, and my penis hurts so much," my father suddenly said to me one day
. "Can you take a look at Daddy?"

I pulled down my father's pants, gazing lovingly at the thing that had raised me. Now, it had
lost former glory, hanging listlessly between my father's legs, its scrotum creased and wrinkled, its pubic hair dull and sparse. "

Dad, are you uncomfortable here?"

"No, inside, I can't pee, it's so uncomfortable!" My father's face was almost contorted in
pain. I felt terrible, not knowing what to do. My father had always been

a strong, resilient figure in my eyes, nothing could faze him, yet now he was in so much pain. Tears welled up
in my eyes .

"Qiu'er, why are you crying? Dad's alright, help Dad suck it, see if you can get it out."

Hearing this, I wiped away my tears and took my father's shrunken penis into my mouth. Now, his penis was soft and boneless, and
even after holding it for a long time, there was no reaction. Remembering my father's past valiant figure as he whipped me, my
tears fell like a broken string of pearls.

"What's wrong with you today, child? You're always crying and won't listen to me." I didn't speak,

my mouth straining to suck, my face turning bright red from the effort.

After a while, my father suddenly said, "Qiu'er, try harder, it seems like it's coming out." Hearing
this , I used all my strength, my cheeks almost touching. Finally, I felt
liquid flowing through the penis in my mouth, and I quickly spat it out. A stream of reddish urine shot out.

I froze. The taste of blood in my mouth was so strong, and combined with the color of the urine, even a fool
would know what my father had urinated. I finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears. My father, having
used all his strength to expel the urine, actually fainted.

I was filled with deep self-reproach. As my father's most beloved daughter, I hadn't even
known Little Qiu, Little Qiu, all the love your father has given you has been for nothing! I wish I could kill myself a thousand times over to alleviate
my self-loathing.

The next day, I asked my teacher for leave and, regardless of my father's consent, dragged him to the county hospital.

After the examination, the doctor, with a serious expression, called me outside. "Who is this patient to you?"

"My father. What happened to him?" I replied.

"The situation is very bad. You need to be prepared. We've preliminarily determined that the patient has late-stage prostate cancer.
However, we can't be certain yet. We've already sent the specimen to the pathology lab for a biopsy, and we'll
have ...

" The doctor continued speaking expressionlessly, but I couldn't hear a word he said. The world before
me spun.

I didn't know what "prostate cancer" meant, but I knew what cancer meant, and what late-stage cancer meant.

Looking at my father in the examination room, tears welled up uncontrollably again. "Doctor, please, save
my father."

The doctor waved his hand. "Come back tomorrow for the results. Go home today. The patient shouldn't be overworked, and
prostate cancer patients often can't urinate, so we need to catheterize him. Is anyone else at home? My daughter might
have some issues."

"No, my father and I have been inseparable since we were little. I'm fine."

"Okay, go to the nurses' station and ask them how catheterization is done. Learn it, and then go buy a
catheter."

I nodded hurriedly and went to the nurses' station. There happened to be a nurse about to catheterize a patient. I
explained the situation, and the head nurse tossed me a white coat and told me to follow her.

The patient was a young man in his early twenties. The nurse skillfully put on gloves and pulled down the patient's
underwear . I saw that the patient's pubic hair had been shaved off, and his penis was hanging limply. The nurse washed his penis from top to bottom with alcohol
, then used a small alcohol swab
to disinfect the area around the urethra twice, again from the inside out. She then took out a black rubber tube.

At that moment, I noticed the patient's penis slowly began to swell. This was
the first penis I had ever seen besides my father's. It wasn't as long as his, but it was thicker. Due to engorgement, the tip of the glans had
turned bluish-purple. What would it feel like to put such a penis into my vagina? I only
felt my lips were a little dry, and my vagina started to itch.

"You always do this. Don't you want treatment?" The nurse's scolding pulled me back to reality.

I felt my face burning, ashamed of my earlier thoughts. My father is like this, and you're still thinking about your own
pleasure . What an unfilial daughter.

The nurse picked up a pair of tweezers, forcefully clamped the stump of a pubic hair on the patient's penis, and pulled it upwards
. The patient cried out, "Ouch! It hurts!"

"See if you dare do it again!" the nurse said angrily. Soon, his penis went limp again. The nurse
used the tweezers to lift the penis, forming a roughly 45-degree angle with his body, and then slowly
inserted the tube through the urethral opening. After about twenty centimeters, the nurse said, "All done," and released the clamp on the end of the rubber tube. A stream
of yellowish urine gushed out, emitting a pungent odor.

I didn't tell my father about his illness, saying I would find out the next day. That night, as I slept, my
mind with the image of that male patient's penis, flashing back and forth in my head.

The next day, my father's illness was diagnosed. When I got home, I forced a smile, but my father still sensed something was wrong.

After dinner, he pulled me aside: "Qiu'er, don't hide it from your father anymore. Tell me what's wrong.
I had a very happy life. My only regret is not being able to watch you grow up, get married, and give me
a grandchild. But, Qiu'er, I've always lived an honest life. If you let him
die in such a confused state, I won't be able to rest in peace!"

Hearing this, the tears I had been holding back for so long finally burst forth. I jumped into my father's arms,

"Dad, Qiu'er doesn't want to leave you!" My tears touched my father deeply, and we
embraced and wept bitterly .

My father knew about his illness, but just as I had imagined, he didn't succumb to despair. Instead, he worked
even harder. He could still work in the fields, so he took all the family's stored grain to town and sold it all. Then he bought
two pigs and carefully tended to them every day. I knew my father was making arrangements for his funeral. He wanted to leave me as much as
possible so that I wouldn't go hungry or suffer after he was gone.

I didn't know how to repay my father's great kindness. I studied hard, was obedient, and took good care of
my seriously ill father. Every day, I carefully catheterized him, but I cried every time. I couldn't bear to see
him pain. When the catheter went in, I saw my father crying in pain, but
he was still in the same discomfort when he couldn't urinate. I missed the old days. God, save my father, save me! 　　The miracle I hoped for didn't happen. My father's illness deteriorated rapidly. At first, he tried to hold

, but several times he collapsed after working in the fields for a short while and had to be carried back by the villagers. 　　My father wouldn't let me go to the city hospital for medicine. At first, I didn't listen, but when I gave him the medicine, he angrily knocked over the bowl in my hand and started refusing to eat. 　　I knew my father didn't want to spend money on medicine at the hospital. He would rather endure the torment of illness himself than not leave more wealth. I don't know if others have ever watched their loved ones slowly die, but right now 　　, I feel like my heart is being torn apart every day. How can I ever repay my father's profound love? 　　My father began to lie in bed all day long, vomiting up everything he drank shortly after. He became as thin as a skeleton. 　　I could only inquire about folk remedies everywhere, trying every possible way to find them. I just wanted to do my best as a daughter to let my father stay in this world a little longer, to give me a chance to repay his kindness in raising me. 　But all my efforts seemed so pale and powerless under the mysterious arrangement of fate. On the sixth day after the high school entrance exam, my father's spirits were much better than before. He even ate a small bowl of millet porridge in the morning, and there was even a faint blush on his face. 　　After breakfast, my father didn't go back to sleep. He asked me to help him sit up and lean against the headboard. After settling my father in, I turned to wash the clothes he had changed out of yesterday, but he stopped me. "Qiu'er, don't rush, come here, Daddy has something to tell you." 　　His voice was weak, and he even stammered, "Qiu'er, you've lost weight and gotten so dark these days!" His hand trembled as he touched my face, gently stroking it. "Qiu'er, you've gotten so thin and dark these days !" 　　Hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes again. My father gently wiped away my tears. "Silly child , don't cry. Daddy's doing well, haven't I? You've suffered so much these days. Daddy knows my days are numbered, and there are some things Daddy must tell you. Daddy is so sorry!" After saying this, his eyes welled up with tears, and large drops began to roll down his cheeks. "No, Dad, you'll live a long time. You're so good to Qiu'er. Qiu'er is so lucky to have a father like you!" 　"Child, don't interrupt me. Let me finish. If I don't say it, I won't die in peace! I 've been lying to you ever since you were old enough to understand. I'm not human…!" 　　My father cried. "You're a girl, my daughter. Do you know that fathers and daughters can't have a relationship? Sleeping together, bathing together, being naked together—it's against all reason! I 've been lying to you, making you think it's natural. But it's not, Qiu'er, it's not! A woman's body is precious. You can't let just any man touch it. Remember, Qiu'er, after I die, don't let any other man touch your body. Only your future husband can, no one else…" 　　I couldn't hear what my father was saying anymore. His words shattered my moral beliefs of over a decade like a hammer blow . So what was my relationship with my father? Why did he do those things he said were against all reason ? My mind was a jumbled mess. 　　It took me a long time to come to my senses. My father's loving image flashed before my eyes: his bedside care when I was sick, his hands tucking me in on winter nights, his back as 　　he mended clothes under the solitary lamp… I finally understood. Whatever his motives in taking me in, whether he had deceived me or not, one thing was certain: he was the only person in this world who loved me, my only family. And now, as his life was about to end, he was repenting to his daughter. I couldn't allow myself to equate him with a liar. Father, do you know that your image in Qiu'er's heart remains as lofty as ever? Qiu'er will never blame you. 　　"Qiu'er, remember, after Dad dies, go find your biological father. Dad left you ten thousand yuan, in a black wooden box under …" 　　I just nodded mechanically. I realized my father was arranging his funeral. Was his good complexion today 　　a final burst of energy before death? After giving his instructions, my father wearily closed his eyes, a string of cloudy tears still clinging to his face. 　　I bent down and gently kissed the tear stains on my father's face. My father seemed surprised, as if he hadn't expected me to do this after saying those things to him. However, he seemed very moved, and tears streamed down his face again. I kissed my father passionately and slowly unbuttoned my clothes.

Since my father fell ill, I haven't had a chance to... (The text abruptly shifts to a different topic) ...and then I took off my clothes. My

skin, smooth and delicate from never having done farm work, shimmered like satin in the morning sunlight streaming into the room.
My neck was long and slender, and my firm breasts, like two snow-capped peaks,
shone a ruby-like brilliance.

My lower abdomen was slightly protruding, smooth as a mirror, my thighs were round and firm, and my calves, from
running back and forth between home and school every day, had no excess fat. My genitals were a high mound, covered in lush grass, with delicate labia
as beautiful as flowers. The entrance to my vulva was half-open, glistening with dew, giving a
sense .

I helped my father lie down, took off his underwear, and climbed on top of him, placing my genitals
against his face while I buried my head in his crotch, taking his long-dormant penis into my mouth.

I felt more and more of my father's tears on my buttocks, and he lazily extended his
tongue gently stirring it a couple of times inside my vagina before stopping. But his hands were not idle;
trembling, they carefully caressed every part of my body, as if trying to etch me deeply into his heart.

I took his penis into my mouth, trying every method I could think of to make it erect, to let us
make love one more time, to fulfill his last wish, but his penis didn't budge at all,
limp curled up in my mouth like a little eel.

After a while, his hands gradually stopped moving, and I could no longer feel his
warm breath. I turned over, checked his breathing, felt his heartbeat—nothing. My father closed his
eyes , a faint smile on his lips, and left like that, refusing to look at me one last time.

For some reason, I didn't cry. I silently got up, dressed, tidied my father, and began preparing for his
funeral.

My father was an only son, without a wife. His only friend in the village was Old Huang, whom he had known since childhood.
I asked him for help, and he readily agreed without saying a word. I gave the village 200 yuan,
bought a coffin from the old ancestral hall, placed my father inside, and put it in the main room, to be buried two days later. The

next

morning, the sky was gloomy, with heavy gray clouds pressing down on the village.
Not , just Old Huang and me. We still had to prepare for the burial the next day, so I was busy all day.
Around midnight, I couldn't stay awake any longer. I told Old Huang what I could do, went inside, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep
.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt something heavy pressing down on me. I woke up abruptly
to find a man on top of me. The room was too dark for me to see who he was. I tried to scream, but my mouth was
gagged with a wad of cloth.

The man remained silent, his heavy breath hitting my face, making me nauseous. He held
my hands down with surprising strength, while his other hand groped in the darkness, tearing at my clothes.

I struggled beneath him, kicking my legs wildly, trying to break free. The man, clearly unprepared
for such fierce resistance, increased his pressure.

Although I grew up in the countryside, I was spoiled by my father and had never done any heavy work, so I wasn't very strong.

The man used his legs to pry open my knees, ripped my underwear, and then thrust his
penis into my vagina.

Because of my struggles, he tried several times without success; his penis reached the entrance but couldn't get in. This
enraged him. He growled and slapped me hard across the
face .

I gradually lost my strength. After writhing a few more times beneath the man, I finally collapsed, limp and
motionless on the bed. Seeing that he had conquered me, the man straightened up, took a deep breath,
and then forcefully spread my legs, lifting me high above his shoulders.

The instant he thrust his penis inside me, a bright flash of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the dimly lit
room . In that instant, I saw the man's face clearly—Old Huang, the
man I had originally planned to rely on. He grinned menacingly, looking at me like I was a lamb to the slaughter.

A few seconds later, deafening thunder roared in, and a torrential downpour, which had been suffocating all day, poured down,
pounding and pattering as if to wash away the filth and sinful world. At the same time, Old Huang's
penis pierced my body, and he began to thrust forcefully. I lay there silently, a tear silently rolling down my cheek, waves of pain emanating from my lower body with each

thrust of Old Huang . 　　The sounds of thunder and rain outside the window, along with the faint glow of lightning, illuminated Old Huang and me inside. The smell of sweat and Old Huang's heavy breathing blended together strangely. I could almost see my father standing in the corner of the room as the lightning flashed , secretly wiping away tears. 　　My lower body remained dry, perhaps the increased friction from the dryness, and soon Old Huang ejaculated . Satisfied, he straightened up and let out a long sigh. 　　Then he said to me, "You brat, don't think I don't know how many times your dad has played with you. Today I'm just playing with you, and you dare to resist? You'll regret this later." He pulled out his penis and, incredibly 　　, stood up and urinated on my head. The scalding, cloudy urine gushed down, and I weakly twisted my head to try and avoid it, but I couldn't. 　　Old Huang finished urinating and left, satisfied. The rain was still falling. I lay helplessly on the bed, my shirt torn open , revealing a pair of round breasts, still bearing Old Huang's teeth marks. My genitals were a mess ; my pubic hair was tangled and disheveled, my labia were red and swollen, and Old Huang's thin, white semen was still gushing out. 　　I lay there, not wanting to move. The successive blows made it impossible for me to adapt to this world, and I began to miss my father intensely. The tears I had held back for two days could no longer be controlled and flowed freely.

I almost wanted to follow my father in death. My hands, holding scissors, slowly approached my heart. The
past ten years flashed through my mind like a movie.

"Qiu'er, you must find your biological father!" Suddenly, my father's words pulled me back to
reality . Yes, I couldn't die like this. I had to find my biological father, uncover the mystery of my origins, make
those who loved me rewarded, and make those who bullied me pay the price! Fate had abandoned me, but I couldn't abandon my
fate !

Having understood this, I felt relieved and tidied myself up. I decided to give my father a proper burial first,
and as for Old Huang, I would make him pay.

The night passed in a daze. When Old Huang came in to wake me in the morning, my head was throbbing. He
seemed concerned and helped me up from the bed. I even gave him a sweet smile!

My father was buried. The warm memories of this village that I had now
vanished . And there's a wolf in human skin eyeing me menacingly, and the road ahead is still long...

(VII)

After my father's burial, I was alone in the two rooms, and I couldn't help but think of all
the things . In the lonely nights, I couldn't hold back my tears.

My father was a mountain. When he was alive, I could hide in his arms and ignore the storms outside.
But now the house is cold and quiet, the stove is cold and quiet, the bed is cold and quiet. I feel the lonely hand
constantly squeezing my heart, tightening little by little, making me so painful that I can't speak.

Old Huang is like a fly, always buzzing around me. As soon as he finishes his farm work, he comes over.
I can't escape. No matter where I am, he can always find me, and then he
has to do it no matter what the situation is.

Old Huang's wife is a typical farm woman and has no idea what her husband
is doing .

The only saving grace was that Lao Huang was afraid others would find out about this, so whenever he heard someone nearby,
he would immediately put on the airs of an elder, showering me with concern and care. The villagers even praised
Lao Huang for his loyalty and kindness, taking the initiative to care for his deceased friend's child.

I couldn't express all my suffering. If others in this village knew about Lao Huang and me, I
would be condemned and cursed behind my back. Although Lao Huang would do the same, for a young girl whose life
had just begun, to bear such a stigma was something I simply couldn't bring myself to do. Perhaps one day, when I leave
this village, without any more worries, I might tell everyone.

Ten days passed, and as usual, I returned to my father's grave. It was a lonely mountaintop, and
my father's grave stood there all alone.

I sat on the grave, silently gazing at my father's tombstone. The mountain wind howled past ten days, and I
couldn't help but cry again, reflecting on my life over the past few weeks. My father was so far away; did he know
what ?

The loneliness of life was bearable, but Lao Huang's torment was almost destroying me. Every time we made love, he was always
in a rush. Every time, he would pull down my pants, take out his penis, and shove it inside without a word.

Without foreplay, my vagina was dry and rough, and his penis rubbed against it painfully when it went in.
Just when I finally felt a little sensation and some fluid came out, Lao Huang would ejaculate.

So, although we had sex quite a few times in the past ten days, I hadn't had a single orgasm. At first,
I resisted and couldn't reach my peak, but later, when I realized that this kind of life couldn't be changed for the time being and started to accept
reality I found myself in this situation, which was incredibly painful.

Of course, I wouldn't ask Lao Huang for anything, otherwise he would think he had me under his control. Yes, my body
could be conquered by others, but Lao Huang could never conquer my heart. I would definitely make him pay for his actions
.

I sat there thinking, and suddenly felt the cool, itchy wind blowing on my exposed skin. The sun had lazily
sunk behind the mountains, dusk was falling, and smoke was beginning to rise from the chimneys of the village below. I touched
my neck; the goosebumps the wind had stirred were tingling and itchy. I continued stroking my arms
and the section of my leg exposed outside my skirt.

My heart skipped a beat; I felt as if my father's hands had replaced mine,
gently caressing me. My body slowly warmed up. I freed one hand and pulled down my collar, while
the other hand, not idle, slowly caressed my skin inch by inch, gradually moving deeper
, gently kneading my bra.

Leaning against my father's tombstone, it felt like I was back in his arms. My breasts began to swell from my caresses, but
I didn't care anymore. I unhooked my bra from behind, and now I held my full, firm breasts firmly in my hands
. It was a wonderful feeling; my hands were holding warm, soft breasts, and the feeling
of being held brought a deep sense of happiness.

I had never caressed my own breasts before; it was always my father who caressed me. Today, trying it myself, the feeling was
so wonderful.

I couldn't stop. My nipples were already trembling and erect, and my lower orifice seemed to be
stirring restlessly . It felt like ants were crawling inside, and it felt like water was flowing.

I couldn't resist my desire. It all seemed to happen naturally. One hand
continued to rub my breasts, while the other slowly reached under my skirt and naturally parted
my panties at the entrance of my orifice. The panties were already very wet. I pulled apart my labia and touched upwards. My clitoris was actually half-soft and half-hard, standing
up .

I gently pinched it with my index finger and thumb, slowly rubbing it. It felt like an electric current passed through me, and
I couldn't help but groan. The ants inside my orifice seemed to crawl even more vigorously. I hooked my little finger down and
barely managed to slip it inside. I thrust in and out a couple of times, but it didn't seem to work. The depths of my orifice were terribly empty; all I wanted
was a hot, hard penis inside.

I abandoned my own breasts and used the index and middle fingers of my other hand to penetrate deep into my vagina, while
the hand that had already occupied my clitoris continued its relentless assault. The effect of this two-pronged approach was obvious; although I was doing it myself,
I could no longer lean against the tombstone and slowly collapsed onto the grass in front of the grave. I writhed my body...
My body, deprived of pleasure for days, seemed to erupt all at once.

I squeezed my legs together, then curled them up, my mind blank except for
the waves of intense pleasure surging through my lower body. My fingers moved wildly and uncontrollably in and out of my vagina, and it wasn't just

the first two fingers anymore; the other four, excluding my thumb, had already slipped
inside .

I managed to lift my skirt, revealing my clitoris, red and
swollen, peeking out from between my fingers. My vagina felt like a deep, gaping mouth, constantly swallowing and releasing my
fingers, my vaginal fluid slowly flowing from between them, some of it stretching into thin, glistening strands with each thrust.
Finally, with a violent moan, I held still.

A powerful contraction began deep within my vagina, and I felt my whole body spasm. My legs
and one hand trembled, while my buttocks arched upwards—only in this way could I avoid being overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. After
about a second or two, I relaxed and collapsed to the ground.

After the climax, I was completely exhausted. My skin was a hazy
pink , and my shirt was half-undone. My breasts were sticking out, the nipples still trembling slightly.
My skirt was flipped up, revealing a few pubic hairs stuck to my inner thighs with my vaginal fluid. I was panting heavily,
my eyes closed .

After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly opened them. I screamed in fright. It was Old Huang, his
ugly face low in front of me.

He chuckled when he saw I had opened my eyes: "I didn't expect you to be so thirsty, you brat,
giving me a taste!"

I was speechless. I knew Old Huang was like a fly, yet he was still so careless, so I could only
close my eyes , filled with regret. Old Huang roughly tore off my already tattered clothes
and pounced on me again. Weak from the climax, I twisted and turned, futilely resisting, but my
movements only fueled Old Huang's lust.

He was like a machine, thrusting his penis vigorously. Perhaps because Old Huang had seen me
masturbating earlier, he lasted particularly long. The previous vaginal fluid in my vagina acted as excellent lubricant, making a squelching sound
with thrust. His scrotum slapped against my vulva, making a slapping
sound.

All of this, combined with the evening breeze, and being in front of my father's grave, finally brought me my first orgasm under Old Huang
. And because it happened after my first, it was especially intense and long-lasting.

After a long while, Old Huang was still panting on top of me like a dead fish. I threw off the man, grabbed my
clothes to barely cover myself, and hurriedly fled home.

The events of this afternoon kept flashing before my eyes, and the immense pleasure I had given myself that afternoon
gave me a sense of joy. I finally had a way to get through the long night.

"Bang, bang, bang!" There was a knock at the door. It was Old Huang, that old bastard!

I blocked the door, not wanting to let him in.

"Xiao Qiu, it's me, your Uncle Huang! Open the door, your Uncle Huang brought you something."

Old Huang deliberately raised his voice so that the neighbors could hear. This way, I couldn't refuse. If
I insisted on not letting him in, people would just say I was ill-mannered and heartless. Reluctantly, I let
Old Huang in.

"Qiu'er, why are you in such a hurry? Look, you even forgot this."

Old Huang held up something, and upon closer inspection, I wanted to disappear into a hole.
It was my bra! I must have been in such a rush that I forgot it there 　　. Then Old Huang turned and left. I stood there, stunned, unable to process what I'd said.

I'd thought he'd
come back…

********** ...

I only recovered yesterday,
so I was delayed in writing. Please forgive me for any inconvenience caused! Please continue to support me, thank you!

(VIII)

I thought this would be my life from now on. I started working
in the fields , but a letter three days later completely changed the trajectory of my life.

I was accepted into a police academy in the city. I never expected to pass the exam. My father
was seriously ill , and my thoughts were all on him. Now, he had given me this opportunity. If I wanted
, I could leave this little village that had given me both joy and pain forever.

I silently counted the days until I left. Every day felt like an eternity.
What was the world outside the mountains like? What kind of people would I meet? ... I was full of curiosity about the outside world! There were still
many things to deal with in the village. Old Huang heard from others that I had been accepted into the police academy. He seemed a little surprised and
sad.

He came to see me more and more frequently, but the difference was that since that day on the mountain, every time I was with
Lao Huang , I would touch the parts that Lao Huang had neglected. Gradually, I
started to feel something when we were together, and sometimes I even hoped he would come to me.

I asked Lao Huang to find a buyer and sold the two rooms my father left behind for 3,000 yuan, agreeing to hand them over when I
went to school . I also returned the land the village had allocated to my father. Two days before school started, I ran to
my father's grave, added some soil, and burned some paper money.

I didn't know if I would ever come back. I had spent over ten years in this small village, experiencing
the joys and sorrows of growing up, the bittersweetness of life, and those boundless, dark memories.

I told my father everything Lao Huang had done to me. I didn't know how to treat this person. On one hand,
he shamelessly took my body, but on the other hand, he had taken meticulous
care of me in the days following my father's death.

The deep hatred that had been buried in my heart wasn't so heavy as I prepared to leave. But
I can't forget Old Huang's ugly face in the dark night before my father's burial. Let's leave him some kind of memorial; people always
have to be responsible for their actions.

The next day, following my pre-planned strategy, I invited Old Huang to my house for drinks, explaining that it was
to express my gratitude for his care over the past few days. Old Huang seemed a little puzzled, but mostly excited. Indeed, since
my father's death, every time I saw him, I either remained silent or fiercely resisted; I had almost never spoken to him kindly
. How could he not be flattered by being invited for drinks? That evening, when Old Huang knocked on the door as promised, I
had already prepared the meal and was waiting for him.

It was Ghost Festival, and the bright moon illuminated everything on earth in a ghastly white light,
casting shadows on the trees and mountains near and far. I opened the door and led Old Huang to the table. The room was a bit warm, and
a gust of mountain wind blew in through the open window, making me shiver. Under the dim light, Old Huang looked
somewhat aged. I suddenly hesitated—should I continue?

"Girl, you and your Uncle Huang are still so polite! Haha…" Old Huang suddenly spoke,
startling .

"No, Uncle Huang, it's nothing. You've helped me a lot. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't know if I'll
ever come back, so I'm taking this opportunity to express my gratitude!"

"Girl, why does the wine taste a bit strange today?" Old Huang asked after taking a sip.

"Oh, it's medicinal wine. There are some bones soaked in it. I found it in the cupboard; it's probably something my dad left behind
." Upon hearing this, Old Huang examined it for a while, then drank it without saying anything.

I started urging him to drink more and kept serving him food. Meanwhile, I intentionally or unintentionally opened
my shirt. Through his drunken haze, Old Huang saw the alluring view of my chest, and his eyes widened.

"Uncle Huang, drink one, and I'll let you kiss me." I knew my breasts were firm and perky.
Although Old Huang had been intimate with me many times, he always focused on the act and neglected the view here.

I don't know if he's been with other women, but his wife's breasts were the typical village woman
type, soft like cloth bags hanging on her chest. Old Huang wouldn't let such a sensual treat pass him by, and
he

kept pouring her drinks down his throat. "Girl, come sit in your Uncle Huang's lap, it'll be easier to kiss like this." I casually walked over, and Old Huang
buried his head in my chest, while I fed him wine.

My breasts swelled from Old Huang's sucking, and I started to get uncontrollably excited again. Old Huang started breathing
heavily, his hands restlessly tugging at my pants. His body grew hotter and hotter, and
the temperature where our buttocks met rose higher and higher. Just when I was worried about whether the drug would work, it finally took effect. Old Huang
suddenly collapsed into my arms, motionless.

I struggled to pull my breasts out of Old Huang's mouth, put on my clothes, and dragged the lifeless Old Huang
out . I dragged him to the door, hesitated for a moment before pulling my hand back, and took off his clothes.
Old Huang lay there, completely unconscious.

Having just been aroused by Lao Huang, my body was itchy and hot all over, and Lao Huang in front of me was a man, wasn't he? I seemed to
suddenly have an inspiration, and I immediately pounced on Lao Huang, using my mouth, which I'd trained since childhood, to take
his penis mouth. The effects of the drug, combined with my stimulation, caused his penis to become erect in no time. I rolled over
and straddled him, straightened his penis, and slowly sat down, aligning my vaginal opening with it.

My empty vagina was instantly filled completely, and because I was in control, I felt a
thrill of raping Lao Huang.

"You've insulted me! You've insulted me!..."

I silently shouted in my heart, frantically thrusting my body on top of Lao Huang, my breasts like a
pendulum, bobbing up and down with my movements.

Under this psychological state, the pleasure in my lower body was unprecedentedly intense. I grabbed my breasts and
kneaded them vigorously. The bright moonlight shone on my snow-white flesh, and the night breeze couldn't dry
the sweat .

Finally, the climax erupted uncontrollably, and Lao Huang reached his peak at the same time, ejaculating his hot semen into
my body. My whole body convulsed, a warm current gushing out from my uterus, my vagina and uterus
spasming persistently, taking me to a carnal paradise.

My pubic hair and Lao Huang's penis were intertwined, sticking to my inner thighs with his semen. I
screamed and collapsed onto Lao Huang.

After a while, I got up. Lao Huang's limp penis slid out of my vagina. I suddenly
had an urge to grab a pair of scissors and cut it off, but then I thought better of it. After a while,
when , I straightened my clothes and dragged Lao Huang to the village entrance, throwing his clothes into
a cattle pen by the roadside.

The next day, I set off as soon as the rooster crowed. When I left, Lao Huang was still curled up there like a dead pig. Before dawn, when
the villagers woke up, they would see Lao Huang, naked, with white semen stains around his penis.
Old Huang will likely live with the contempt of others for the rest of his life.

I've made up my mind to leave; I'll never return to this village. Goodbye, Father…

Wiping away the tears from my eyes, I resolutely embarked on my journey to a distant place.

I don't know what awaits me, but I will never bow to the fate that has abandoned me…

Thus

, I left the small mountain village where I had lived for over a decade and went to a police academy in the city. The academy was located in the southern part
of the city , adjacent to a teachers' college, surrounded by a bustling residential area.

When I left home, I took a total of 12,000 yuan with me. After paying three years' tuition in one lump sum, I only had a little over
2,000 yuan left. For someone like me, destitute and without any source of income,
the question of how to live suddenly loomed before me. 2,000 yuan could last me a year if I was frugal, but what about after that?

I had no choice but to try my best to find work to supplement my living expenses.

The first time I put on the police uniform, I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. The girl in the mirror was 1.70 meters
tall , with long, flowing hair, fair skin, and a well-fitting black police uniform. She looked
both alluring and dignified. I wondered, is this me? So dashing and heroic. I always knew I was
pretty , but now there was something else besides beauty in me, something so captivating. I
even felt like an ugly duckling had transformed into a swan.

School life was fulfilling yet arduous. Every morning there was physical training, and the afternoons were filled with various theoretical exercises.
My studies were demanding. From Monday to Friday, I was constantly on edge, and on Saturdays and Sundays, I was busy doing
odd jobs . Gradually, I was able to earn enough to cover my living expenses each month.

After the teachers at the police academy learned about my background, they took good care of me, not only supporting my part-time work
but also occasionally giving me financial assistance. However, the police academy had a rule that we couldn't reveal our
school when working outside; if we needed paperwork, we had to go through the school to get it from the neighboring teachers' college. So, while we were students at the police academy
, we became students at the teachers' college after graduation.

In the second semester of my second year at the vocational school, through an introduction, I started
working as a housekeeper in a residential area about five blocks from the school. I went there every Saturday and Sunday to tidy up the house, do cleaning, and wash
clothes .

The homeowner was named Liu Jia, a young man in his early twenties. His house had three bedrooms and a living room, very
spacious , and fully furnished with all kinds of modern furniture. In our city, this
was quite affluent for a single young man. Every time I visited Liu Jia, he was either playing video games, sleeping in, or playing
cards with a group of friends. I always found it strange; Liu Jia seemed to be unemployed, so where did he get the money
?

Liu Jia was very kind to me, always taking good care of me whenever I visited. At first, he would leave a week's worth of laundry for me
to wash, but one time when he saw my bright red hands after washing clothes, he went out and bought a washing machine the next day
. This made my weekend chores much lighter. After mopping and cooking, I spent most of my time with
Liu Jia using various excuses, watching TV and chatting with him.

I knew the way he looked at me was strange. The first time I went to his house, he lazily opened the door, and
his eyes widened. I know most men around me look at me like that, but
there seemed to be a hint of warmth in Liu Jia's eyes—yes, warmth. It was a strange feeling; a person I had just met
could give me such warmth, so my heart skipped a beat for a moment. But my experience in that small mountain village
had left a deep shadow in my heart, making me instinctively wary of men.

Days passed slowly, and Liu Jia paid me well, so my life got better and better.
We were all young, and I gradually became familiar with Liu Jia's group of friends
. After working at Liu Jia's house on Saturdays and Sundays, I would chat and play cards with them. One boy in particular always played cards with me;
they called him Da Xiong, and he seemed to be the leader of the group. We cooperated very well, always
crushing our opponents…

These days were very leisurely; working on Saturdays and Sundays felt like a break. However, there was
one thing : my body, which had been sexually exploited by my father since childhood, was suffering greatly from prolonged loneliness. I knew I had to
abide by the ethical rules of this society, but the desires from my body were so strong. Sometimes, looking at the men
's predatory gazes, I really wanted to abandon everything and cater to them, letting their penises fill
the emptiness in my body. However, I am still just a young girl. Anyone can imagine the consequences

if I were to do this openly at my age. Besides, my father told me before he died, "A woman's body can only be given to her future husband." I believe him. His words resonate deeply within me. If I were to give up these things, I would not only be physically corrupted, but my soul would also be condemned to eternal damnation. 　　Therefore, now, I must solve my physical loneliness myself. After that time I gave myself pleasure at my father's grave, I am now addicted to this game. The beds in the dormitory are all covered with curtains, creating my own little world. 　　At night, while my roommates chatter away, I take off all my clothes. I like to sleep naked. While they are all asleep, my body feels like it's being bitten by a million ants, unbearably itchy. I toss and turn, and my skin temperature begins to rise. I knew I wanted it again. I had sworn never to do it again, but perhaps because my body, nurtured by my father's semen, was particularly sensitive and thirsty, my hand would unconsciously reach down again, and by the time I realized it, I couldn't stop. 　　It was late at night. After my orgasm, I lay on my back in bed, wiping away the vaginal fluid . As my fingers traced my pubic mound, I suddenly wondered if shaving all the hair there would bring me even greater pleasure. 　　I tried pulling a handful, and a few hairs fell out. I held them to my nose and smelled them; I could smell a fishy, pungent odor—the same smell as the vaginal fluid. I licked it with my tongue; it was astringent, with a hint of urine. I couldn't stand it, but my body was subtly aroused by the stimulation . 　　The next day, I went out and bought a men's manual razor, secretly hiding it under . That night, after my roommates had all fallen asleep, I hid in my tent, eagerly stripping off my clothes, a secret excitement stirring within me. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The 　　next day, I went out and bought a men's manual razor, secretly hiding it under . That night, after my roommates had all fallen asleep, I hid in my tent, eagerly stripping off my clothes, a secret excitement stirring within me. 　　I cupped my hand over my pubic area, the inverted triangle of pubic hair instantly covering my palm, soft and fluffy, and the touch of my fingers gave me a subtle pleasure. 　　I took the razor from under my pillow, but as I was about to shave, my hand trembled slightly. It was pitch black all around. I lowered the razor, the cool blade slicing across my skin from top to bottom with a soft hissing sound. My left hand reached down and found a large clump of hair. Afraid my roommates would see the loose hair, I'd brought a small plastic bag, but the sound of rummaging through it in the dark was surprisingly loud, startling . 　　Like a thief, I slowly stuffed the clump of hair into the bag. The forbidden thrill in the darkness made me increasingly excited , my right hand quickening the shaving motion. Everything was shrouded in darkness; I couldn't see how much was shaved, relying only on the feel of my hand to try and shave it clean. 　　At first, I shaved a little at a time, but later I couldn't bear the waiting any longer and simply stopped.

The razor blade swept down from top to bottom, getting closer and closer to my vulva, and I felt my
juices flowing out. Finally, the pubic hair on my mons pubis felt as if it had been shaved clean. Touching it,
it felt smooth overall, though I could feel the short stubble left behind.

My skin is very good; books describe beautiful women's skin as "like solidified cream." I wonder if my
mons pubis deserves that description at this moment? After stroking it a few more times, I couldn't resist
inserting into my vulva, and my left hand began to pinch my clitoris. At this moment, how I wished a man could
hold my clitoris in his mouth with his tongue, whether it was my father, Old Huang, or any man,
to lick my vulva with his warm tongue, to lick my clitoris, and to thrust his hard penis deep into my empty vulva.

The razor handle was thin and short, barely providing any comfort at the entrance when it went in and out. I
twisted and turned on the bed helplessly. As my body arched, a sudden, intense pleasure surged through my lower body. By sheer accident
, the handle had touched my G-spot at the tip of my vagina. I dared not move again, gripping the razor head and thrusting it
rapidly inside my vagina.

My vaginal fluids flowed from the entrance down my thighs onto the bed. My left hand, which had been playing with my clitoris, was sticky; some of the shaved
pubic hair, soaked with my vaginal fluids, clung to my body. Waves of itching washed over me, and I increased the frequency of my thrusts
to the extreme. Each time, the razor went all the way in, only the tip getting stuck at the entrance. But as the movements
quickened, the entrance widened, until finally the tip was inside, hitting the vaginal walls with each thrust. At first
, it hurt a little, but soon the pain radiated outwards, transforming into a different kind of tingling pleasure.

I dared not make a sound, only holding my pillowcase in my mouth. The intense pleasure was almost
unbearable. I twisted my head from side to side to dilute the feeling, to prevent myself from fainting from the overwhelming pleasure
. My hair had long since come loose, covering my face. After a long time, I finally reached my peak. All my strength
seemed to have been exhausted at once. After a few twitches, I fell into a deep sleep.

I was woken up by my alarm clock the next morning. Lifting the covers, in the morning light filtering through the curtains, I saw that
my genitals were indeed clean and white, slightly raised, like a freshly steamed bun, very
cute. The razor head was slightly exposed in the crevice. I slowly pulled the razor out and found that there was
still , sticky and stretching into a thin, shiny thread as the razor was pulled out.

The bed between my legs was covered with pubic hair, now clumped
together . I hurriedly got up, knelt on the bed, and gathered the pubic hair together, stuffing it into a small plastic bag. As
I got out of bed , I thought for a moment and finally decided not to wear underwear today.

However, I quickly regretted it. The morning's grappling training involved large, vigorous movements. Not wearing
underwear , with the constant friction of my pants against my genitals, was already very stimulating. Now, having just shaved my pubic hair,
I was still a little uncomfortable, and the training movements were so intense, the zipper on my pants constantly rubbing against my vulva,
giving me involuntary pleasure.

Just as I was lost in my fantasies, a teammate rushed over, grabbed me, lifted me high, and
slammed me heavily to the ground. Everyone was startled by the loud noise. The teammate was clearly caught
off guard and stood there frozen. I struggled to my feet. When the teammate grabbed me,
one of hands was on my lower abdomen, with only a thin layer of clothing separating my bare genitals. I felt as if his
hand was truly touching me.

Just as I was lost in thought, the coach stopped the training: "Xiao Qiu, what's wrong?"

I stammered, unable to answer. "You don't look too good. If you're not feeling well today, you can
go home and rest!"

Hearing this, I felt like I'd been granted a pardon. I rushed into the women's restroom in the training center as fast as I could, locked the door, and
pulled down my pants. The labia majora at the entrance of my vagina were probably a little red and swollen from the friction with the zipper. The
opening was open, and some vaginal fluid was already flowing out. At that moment, the smooth, white mons pubis and the tender pink vulva formed a strong
color contrast, looking so lewd... After that, I became obsessed with shaving my pubic area
. I would shave about once a week, and sometimes I would go without underwear to experience that forbidden feeling.

On Saturdays and Sundays, I still went to work at Liu Jia's house as usual. Two years of city life
had washed away my rural air. With age, I had become more and more mature, and the increased knowledge from
my studies had added a touch of captivating charm.

I know the boys in my class secretly consider me the number one policewoman in the entire police academy, and even some teachers and instructors are
very attentive to me. But what's the use of all that? Who knows how
unbearably ? Who knows that every night I wake up from nightmares repressed by my experiences in that small mountain village? I'm just cold, coldly
watching the men surrounding me.

I know their goal is my body, but I'd rather be alone than be with
someone I don't like, even though I crave a man's penis, especially
when . How I wish I had a penis to comfort me and help me forget my past. Some things in this world
aren't things you can do just because you want to. Once you surrender yourself to desire, all that awaits you is to become a servant of the devil…

Liu Jia is as good to me as ever, and I often run into Da Xiong at his place. For some reason, every time I see Da Xiong,
I feel a shadow in his eyes when he looks at me. I don't know what that means, but when I see Liu Jia,
I just feel a sense of warmth; he always takes good care of me. Actually, sometimes I feel that Liu Jia doesn't need to spend that much money every month
to hire me. In the first semester of my third year of vocational school, it was my eighteenth birthday. Liu Jia knew, so he had been
telling me for a long time that he wanted to throw me a party to celebrate. I couldn't refuse, so I agreed. On

my

birthday, I styled my long hair into a high bun, lightly
drew my eyebrows, and wore a black, tight-fitting turtleneck sweater and a black, fitted long skirt. I twirled in front of the mirror
; the girl in the mirror looked elegant and charming, and I felt pretty good about myself.

I grabbed my bag and headed to Liu Jia's place. If I had known then that this trip would completely change my future
, I would never have gone to Liu Jia's place for that damned birthday party.

When I arrived at Liu Jia's house, five or six of his friends were already there. Da Xiong hadn't arrived yet, and
the group was chatting and eating sunflower seeds. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw Liu Jia pause for a moment. Of course,
I'd never worn this outfit before; it was no surprise Liu Jia was seeing me like this.

I couldn't help but laugh, "What, never seen a beautiful woman before?" I said deliberately.

Liu Jia had already snapped out of it: "I've seen plenty of beautiful women, but I've never seen a fairy. Xiao Qiu, you look really
beautiful , just like in the books, 'A Lin Daiyu fell from the sky!'"

I smiled and followed him inside to greet his friends, whom I'd already gotten to know well. Not long after we sat down, Da Xiong
rushed in with a large bouquet of flowers. He, like Liu Jia, hadn't expected me to look so stunning tonight. He paused
for a moment before handing over the flowers: "Happy birthday to our beautiful Miss Qiu!"

"Thank you, Brother Da Xiong!" I replied sweetly.

A fleeting, unnatural look crossed Da Xiong's face. "It's nothing, Miss Qiu'er, you're welcome!"

Dinner officially began. Liu Jia had even asked a friend named Erpang to bring a DC to film
the celebration. Just like a birthday party on TV, everyone turned off the lights, brought out a
two-tiered cake with eighteen candles, and sang "Happy Birthday" to me.

I really hadn't expected Liu Jia to be so thoughtful; I was so moved I wanted to cry. My father rarely celebrated my
birthday ; the only one I remembered was when I was twelve. And since his death, I sometimes don't even
remember them myself. But today, with so many friends, a cake, candles, and songs to celebrate my birthday,
I felt, for a moment, almost like the happiest person in the world.

After cutting the cake, everyone urged me to drink, but thankfully Liu Jia stopped them, saying, "Xiao Qiu is still
in school , and she's a girl, so let's not make her drink. I've prepared a few cans of peanut
milk for her; let her drink that! If that's still not enough, let our Qiu'er sing a song for everyone." With
Liu Jia 's insistence, everyone finally gave up. I stood up and sang a song, and when I sat down, I smiled at Liu Jia
. He winked at me and went back to talking to everyone.

Whether it was the overly enthusiastic atmosphere or a slight physical discomfort, after two glasses of milk, I
felt dizzy. The people in front of me seemed to float away, and the boisterous clinking of glasses gradually faded from my ears. I
struggled to my feet, swaying as I tried to go to the restroom, but I
collapsed . Before losing consciousness, I only remembered Liu Jia rushing over anxiously…

When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was. In a daze, I felt that the stereo in the room was still on. I
felt a little cold and tried to pull off my clothes, but suddenly found that my hands and feet were tied up. Startled,
I became fully awake. When I opened my eyes, I found myself naked and tied to Liu Jia's bed
, while Liu Jia was also tied up and kneeling on the floor.

Da Xiong and several other boys were beating Liu Jia: "You brat, you don't know what's good for you.
You won't even play with your little maid, and you even hurt my eye, damn it!" Da Xiong said, rubbing his slightly bruised
eye socket , and kicked Liu Jia in the stomach angrily. Liu Jia bent over in pain,
his face turned ashen, there were still bruises on his forehead from the beating, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Erpang, who was filming with his DC, saw me open my eyes in the lens and hurriedly called out, "Brother Xiong, Xiao Qiu
is awake!" Hearing this, Da Xiong abandoned Liu Jia and came to the bedside. He looked down at me without saying a word,
staring at me for a long time.

Liu Jia also raised his head at this moment, and his eyes met mine. His eyes contained reluctance,
pity , love, helplessness... as if they contained the most precious and sincere love in the world: "You bunch of
beasts, Xiao Qiu is a friend to everyone. Are you even human?"

"Slap!" Liu Jia was slapped across the face, and the mark of his finger remained on his cheek.

I had slowly calmed down from the panic when I woke up. More than two years of study at the police academy had enabled me to quickly
deduce what had happened. Tears involuntarily streamed down my face. One moment I was as happy as if
I were in heaven, and the next moment I had fallen into hell. Despair and discouragement
surged , quickly engulfing me. I finally escaped the small mountain village after so much hardship, why am I experiencing almost the same thing again?

Why am I hurt by men wherever I go?

Da Xiong stepped onto the bed, leaned down, and pinched my chin. "My darling Qiu'er, do you
know how much I've missed you? Look, look at your beautiful body." As he spoke, Da Xiong began
to roam over my body with his other hand.

"Da Xiong, you beast! I treated you like a brother! If you have the guts, come at me! Don't bully Qiu'er!"
Liu Jia cried out desperately from the other side.

Da Xiong didn't move. "Who told you to look so noble, you little slut? I didn't want to treat you
like this you know?" As he spoke, Da Xiong became agitated as if he were
in a madman. He turned around and walked to Liu Jia, kicking her again. "Shut up, you brat. I'll deal with you later." After saying that, he had another friend find a wad of cloth and
gag Liu Jia.

Da Xiong turned back and grabbed my breasts with both hands, pinching my nipples hard.
Caught off guard, I cried out in pain. "You filthy bitch, you're always so good at pretending. I've been
so and you won't even let me touch you! No woman I've set my sights on has ever escaped my grasp. Let's see
what you have to say now, you slut."

Erpang's DC hadn't stopped. Being stripped naked and laid out on the bed was shameful enough, but now being
filmed made me feel utterly ashamed. All I could do was bite my lip, close my eyes, and remain
silent. At this moment, the other boys around gathered around, hands behind their backs, watching silently.

"Heh, pretty stubborn, huh? Pretending to be a heroine, huh? Where's the pubic hair
on your mons pubis?" Daxiong slapped my mons pubis repeatedly. This shameful thing had been exposed so openly by the man who was about to rape me;
I felt like I wanted to die. How would Liu Jia see me now? And would these people really
think I was promiscuous and torture me even more cruelly? Peeking out, I saw Liu Jia, perhaps intrigued by Da Xiong's words
, staring in astonishment at my genitals.

I suddenly realized I was lying naked before this man I was somewhat attracted to, as Liu Jia...
My genitals slowly began to heat up. The boys next to me had also taken off their pants, revealing
their monstrous penises. Da Xiong was no exception; he quickly removed his clothes and turned to
Liu Jia, saying, "You brat, you wouldn't let me have my way, but now I'm going to, hahaha..."

With a laugh, Da Xiong straddled me, grabbing my breasts and
squeezing his penis, which was two or three centimeters longer than average, between my nipples. I had never experienced anything like this before, and
I never imagined my breasts were so large, easily able to accommodate Da Xiong's penis. Da Xiong's hands
tugged at my breasts and swung them back and forth, manipulating his own penis.

I initially kept my eyes closed, but eventually, unable to resist my curiosity, I opened them. From my angle, I could only
just see the glans of his penis, which had swollen to a purplish-red. My breasts were painfully pulled by Da Xiong, but
the back-and-forth swaying and friction had already made my nipples erect.

Some of the people around me had already started to reach out and grope my body. Erpang was still patting me,
but one of his hands was rapidly stroking his own penis. Liu Jia was still kneeling there, leaning against
the wall, but her eyes were fixed on me on the bed. When she saw me open my eyes, she hurriedly looked away.

My body was acting strangely today. Maybe it was an instinctive psychological resistance, but Da Xiong's groping of my breasts didn't give me
much a feeling. I just felt disgusted, ashamed, and resentful. When I realized that Liu Jia was looking at me, I felt
ashamed, both for being raped naked in front of him and for my shaved genitals. Gradually,
this sense of shame made my whole body start to heat up.

Da Xiong, who was sitting on me, sensed this change in me. "Hmph, you filthy bitch, you
're already excited before I've even penetrated your cunt?" After saying that, he reached down and touched my vulva. The vaginal fluid that flowed out soaked his
fingers. He held them up in front of my eyes, and I turned my face away, feeling extremely embarrassed. He released my breasts,
his foul-smelling mouth pressed against mine, his tongue trying to pry open my teeth.

I twisted my body and head, trying to escape, but the ropes were tied so tightly I could barely move.
After struggling a few times, I finally resigned myself to my fate and stopped moving. Da Xiong's other hand slowly reached down to my genitals, then suddenly
squeezed my clitoris hard. A strong electric current surged through my brain, and under the intense stimulation, I couldn't help but
groan. My teeth gave way, and Da Xiong's tongue seized the opportunity, forcefully probing into my mouth and
intertwining with mine.

I seized the opportunity and bit down hard on his tongue. Da Xiong screamed "Ah!" and
staggered back, covering his bloodied mouth with both hands. Then he grabbed my clothes and threw them hard at my face.
After while, I felt Da Xiong return, but this time he was noticeably more violent, pinching and
biting me. Because the clothes covered his face, I couldn't see his expression, but I imagine it must have been terrifying.

A sense of satisfaction washed over me for my recent revenge.

I felt several hands fondling my breasts, while something warm approached my lower body.
Finally, a hard penis pressed against my vulva, circled a few times, and then thrust in forcefully. The moment it entered, a wave of
intense pleasure washed over me. After a moment, the penis began to pump. I
couldn't see ; I could only try my best to suppress the waves of pleasure surging through my body.

It had been over two years since I'd been with a man, and the sight of his penis again felt like
a parched land receiving rain . I could only bite my lip tightly, trying to use the pain to maintain a semblance of clarity in my mind.
Seeing my silence, the man on top of me increased the frequency of his thrusts, constantly varying the depth and force of
his penetration .

One hand was constantly touching, pinching, kneading, and rubbing my breasts, while many other hands roamed over my body,
caressing every inch of my skin. My clitoris was occasionally flicked. Honestly, I was feeling incredibly good right now
, every cell in my body was excited, experiencing boundless pleasure. I was both ashamed and angry, for
what I was going through, and for my useless body.

The penis was going in and out of my vagina, the glans clearly rubbing against the cavity with each thrust.
I focused my attention on the penis inside. There were several men tonight, it seemed I was destined to be
gang-raped , but I couldn't let out a sound in front of them. They could have my body, but they would never have my
surrender.

I could only distract myself this way, which intensified the pleasure, but
after a dozen or so thrusts, the pleasure slowly faded. I felt like I was detached from my own body, like the night before my father's burial when Old Huang raped me
, consciously watching myself being raped.

I wanted to end this humiliating ordeal quickly, so I tried to rhythmically contract my vaginal muscles. I heard Da Xiong
let out a muffled growl and begin thrusting rapidly. After a few thrusts, a stream of hot semen
shot into my vagina, and then I felt another penis enter.

This continued, the penises going in and out repeatedly. After a few thrusts, I could even feel
the difference . It was strange, though; there were eight people in total, including Da Xiong, but nine penises.
Had another person come later?

During the gang rape, although I resisted repeatedly, I was brought to orgasm several times. Throughout
the ordeal, I was like a dead person, letting them do whatever they wanted, but I didn't utter a word, my hands gripping the
sheets tightly, my lower lip bitten until it bled. I don't know how long it lasted, but finally they were all done.

Da Xiong came over and ripped the clothes off my face. I turned my face away, closed my eyes tightly, and in my heart,
I wanted to tear him to pieces. He didn't say anything, but bent down and kissed my right cheek, 　　then patted

my face: "Baby, thank you for your hospitality!" He then walked 　　over

to Liu Jia and kicked him, and the group left. (

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Once the story is finished, you'll understand why I insisted on keeping the title "Chaotic Writing." One thing is certain
: this work was conceived under the premise of being "chaotic"; without this "chaos," there would be no work.

Please continue to support me, brothers. Thank you all.

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I opened my eyes. Liu Jia was still bound, his mouth gagged, leaning against the corner of the wall, looking at me with concern.
"Liu Jia, can you move?" I asked. He nodded. "Come here, I'll help you remove the tape from your mouth."

He stood up, hopping and skipping to the bedside. I gestured for him to bend down and bring his mouth close to mine. I
bit a corner of the tape and tore it off for him, then instructed him to use his mouth to bite the rope and untie my restraints.

When we were both free, it was already dawn. The tears I had held back during the rape
finally burst forth uncontrollably, but I remained silent, tears rolling down my cheeks one by one.

Liu Jia tenderly pulled me into his arms, gently stroking my smooth back and softly comforting me.
I leaned against his shoulder, my gaze fixed silently on a point. At that moment, I was truly numb, my mind blank.
Waves of pain shot through my lower body, and the throbbing pain from where my hands and feet were bound constantly reminded me of
the nightmare I had just experienced.

I sobbed silently for a while, then quietly pushed Liu Jia away, grabbed my clothes to cover my chest, and went into
the bathroom . As soon as I entered, I couldn't suppress my sobs and burst into tears. Liu Jia heard my
cries outside the door and was extremely worried.

He kept banging on the door, asking me what was wrong. I leaned against the door and cried my heart out, venting
some of the injustice in my heart.

After a while, I calmed down a little. I ran a hot bath and stepped into the tub. The warm water enveloped
me, giving me a little bit of peace. I examined my body, which had been ravaged all night. It
was covered in bruises from those beasts' rough handling, some areas still stained with congealed semen
. My lower abdomen was slightly swollen and distended, likely from the excessive semen ejaculation into my uterus. My

once delicate labia were now a grotesque
mess , with thick, milky semen gushing from my vulva down my thighs. I scrubbed myself violently
, washing myself repeatedly with water, trying to wash away all the filth. I could hardly bear
the filth.

I washed for a long time, until my entire body was bright red. After showering, I dressed and went out. Liu Jia
rushed forward to support me, but I didn't refuse. I let him lead me and told him in an absolutely calm voice, "I'm
going back!"

Liu Jia hesitated, then asked, "Qiu'er, aren't you going to call the police?"

"No!" I said nothing.

Liu Jia didn't say anything more, silently walking me to the entrance of the teachers' college.

I smiled at him and turned to go inside, but Liu Jia suddenly grabbed me: "Qiu'er, I'm sorry,
I'm the one who hurt you!"

I still smiled slightly: "That's not your fault."

"Will you still come to work for me in the future?" Liu Jia asked worriedly.

"Why not? Besides, you did what you were supposed to do. I should thank you." After saying that, I turned and left
. When I looked back after walking for a long time, Liu Jia was still there, gazing longingly at my back.

Back in the dormitory, my roommates asked me worriedly where I had gone last night. I didn't say anything, I just tore off
the previous day's calendar and put a red X on it.
If I really wanted to let go of this, it would be impossible. When the ordeal happened, I even had thoughts of suicide,
but in the end, I rejected those thoughts. Death is easy, but even in death I cannot wash away
the shame imposed upon me, nor can I bear to face my father with such a filthy body. Suicide is a cowardly
escape; life is a series of battles, big and small, and I cannot simply run away. My path seems
somewhat bumpy, but I refuse to accept defeat so easily.

And then there's Liu Jia's suggestion of reporting it. If I do, my future career as a police officer will be
over . In China, people don't show the concern and sympathy expected of rape victims; instead, they ridicule and despise them.
A future policewoman, still a student, raped—a year from now, probably no police station would want me.

And I really will become a police officer someday. Does this mean that one day I will legally
seek justice for Da Xiong and his gang? I've decided to bury this matter deep in my heart forever, not because I
don't care, but because I'll avenge myself when the time is right.

After two days of depression, I quickly recovered, living happily, studying happily, and
approaching everything around me with joy. I even stopped being stingy with my smiles towards my suitors. Liu Jia
was initially worried, but seeing that I still went to his house on time every week, he gradually relaxed. However,
my relationship with Liu Jia was no longer a simple employer-employee dynamic.

It was clear that Liu Jia loved me very much, and his behavior that night was etched in my heart. For a girl
, to have someone willing to risk everything for you, even be beaten for you, is truly the best thing in the world. Besides,
to be honest, Liu Jia was good-looking, somewhat embodying the image of a young girl's dream prince charming, so I
gradually began to see Liu Jia as the person I could entrust my life to.

Liu Jia was obviously very happy about this, cherishing me as if he had found a rare treasure. However, there was one thing
that displeased him: he was very unhappy whenever we were intimate, saying I was too cold and suggesting I
see a psychologist.

I wasn't like this before. I was very sensitive to my own body, let alone a man. But
after that incident, I developed an instinctive aversion to men. Every time Liu Jia's tongue entered my mouth, I
felt nauseous, let alone his hands touching my body.

I don't know if this change is good or bad for me. On the one hand, it allows me to break
many , it may mean I'll never have the chance to experience the passionate desire between men and women again. Liu Jia...
I knew the reason, but I knew it was that night's experience that made me this way. Men had instilled
a deep fear in my heart, and I subconsciously rejected any physical pleasure they could give me
, even losing my original interest in sex.

As graduation approached, we had almost no classes, and the school was very lax, so I simply moved in with Liu Jia
. It was then that I learned Liu Jia worked for the well-known Wenhua Group in our city. He was very
busy , and wouldn't get home until very late each night. I would cook for him like a dutiful wife, and sometimes I really
thought I would marry him. On Saturdays and Sundays, because Liu Jia was the kind of person who knew how to enjoy life, he would stay home like a big boy,
just like I had always seen him.

One Wednesday afternoon, Liu Jia went to work, and I woke up from my nap. The warm winter sun
shone through the window into the room. I lazily stretched, dragged a chair out to read a book in the sunlight for a while,
but soon I became bored.

I wandered around Liu Jia's room, trying to find something fun to pass the time, but
couldn't find anything. Thinking I'd better listen to some music, I opened the drawer with the CDs, searching but unsure
what . Just as I was about to pick up a random disc, my hand accidentally lifted the lining paper at the bottom of the drawer, revealing a
corner of a CD.

Curious, I pulled it out. It looked ordinary, almost identical to other CDs,
except the back had no fancy designs, only a small handwritten character "秋" (autumn),
which looked like Liu Jia's handwriting.

Thirteen.

I curiously inserted the disc into the player. The image on the TV screen shocked me. It was
the video Erpang had filmed on my birthday, but the video was very short, ending just as I blew out the candles.
The rest of the screen was static and noise.

I was very surprised and confused. Where did Liu Jia get this disc? Why was there only a short clip at the beginning
? Erpang had clearly been filming the whole night! I sat there, stunned, the sight before me
completely shattering my leisurely afternoon mood.

Logically, Liu Jia loved me so much; after that incident, he shouldn't have
been seeing , so he couldn't have obtained the video from that night, even just a small clip. But if Liu Jia and Da Xiong were
together, then the video should have recorded everything that night, and Liu Jia even
got beaten up for me that night—what was going on?

Regardless, my gradually developing professional habits made me
question Liu Jia's actions, and after a while, a small plan began to form in my mind.

That evening, when Liu Jia came home from work, dinner was already prepared and set on the table. I was sitting at the table waiting for him
. Liu Jia changed his shoes and came in, giving me a light kiss on the cheek.

I pushed him away: "Ugh, go wash your hands, the food's getting cold."

Liu Jia, feeling awkward, awkwardly washed his hands and returned to the table, picking at the food while telling me about his day
at work . Liu Jia, worried I'd be bored at home, would always
try to cheer me up by telling me funny stories from the day whenever he came home from work .

I smiled and responded, but in my mind, I was wondering whether I should ask him about the DVD.

Soon, dinner was finished in a harmonious atmosphere. After I cleaned up the dishes, Liu Jia pulled me into his arms and sat me in front of
the TV . As usual, his large hands began to roam restlessly over my body. I wanted
to push him away as usual, but after a moment's thought, I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his
, kissing Liu Jia passionately.

Liu Jia had probably gotten used to my indifferent reactions, and seemed startled by my sudden passion,
but he quickly became overjoyed, turning from passive to active. His tongue explored my mouth, sucking and
swirling , while his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, pulled down my bra, and grasped my breasts.

My body had already sensitively sensed the current situation. Since I had taken the initiative to let go, the psychological
barriers naturally disappeared. My body grew hotter and hotter under Liu Jia's skillful teasing, and I began
to wriggle restlessly in Liu Jia's arms.

Liu Jia quickly removed the clothes from his and my upper body. Now, I was naked from
the , his penis erect in his groin, occasionally poking against my
firm buttocks with my movements. I had already started to breathe heavily, and Liu Jia was clearly not in much better shape. With my deliberate
wriggling, his penis, even through my clothes, grew harder and harder from the friction.

As Liu Jia stood up, intending to carry me into the bedroom, I forcefully pressed him down. "Liu Jia, don't
rush. Can you answer one question first?"

"What question? Can't you ask me later?" Liu Jia seemed burning with desire, my
small hands roaming over his upper body, sometimes deliberately pinching his nipples, or
gently .

"No, I want to ask you now, or you won't get me tonight." I held his hands down.

"Okay, okay, my darling Qiu'er, just ask me whatever you want!" Liu Jia replied irritably.

"You promise you won't lie to me."

"Yes, I promise I won't lie to you." He even flicked my nose as he spoke.

"Okay, then tell me what's going on with this disc?" I quickly pulled
the disc out from under the sofa cushion.

Liu Jia didn't pay attention at first, her head still buried in my cleavage. She glanced at it casually, thinking it was just an ordinary
CD: "It's just a CD, what's the big deal!"

"Take another look." Liu Jia noticed the change in my tone and looked carefully before realizing
what I was holding. Startled, she sat up straight, almost falling over me.

"You...where did you get this?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"It was in the drawer. I found it by chance while listening to music this afternoon."

"Sigh, Qiu'er, I originally wanted to keep this from you, but now that you've seen the
CD , there's no need for me to hide it anymore. It's like this, this CD was sent by Da Xiong and his gang of bastards. They said
they want you to play with them again, or else they want you to reenact what happened that night and distribute it at your school."

"You're my woman, of course I don't agree. They saw I was really protecting you, and they said they wouldn't let you
play with them, but they wanted me to give them 100,000 yuan. Sigh... I've been troubled by this these past two days, and I didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd
be upset ."

Hearing this, I felt dizzy, my teeth grinding. These beasts, they weren't satisfied with just bullying me like that,
they wanted to treat me like their plaything. I was already being lenient by not reporting it to the police; now they've gone too far.
Tears welled up again in my anger.

Seeing this, Liu Jia gently kissed away my tears, blaming herself, "It's all my fault, I didn't put the disc
away properly, and now I've upset you again." I was really touched, and ashamed that I had doubted Liu Jia that afternoon.

But after all this commotion, Liu Jia and I both lost interest. We watched TV for a while, and then we both went to bed.
Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Liu Jia seemed to have something on his mind too; I hadn't heard him snore for a long time
.

Liu Jia's words kept echoing in my mind. They sounded so sincere, making it hard not to believe him. But
why was he so surprised when he saw the disc? His expression was so panicked. What was going on
? And if Da Xiong and the others really wanted to blackmail me and take advantage of me, then the disc should have been sent to me
, not Liu Jia. Where did Liu Jia get 100,000 yuan? That's no
small sum. So many questions were swirling in my mind, and I drifted off
to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already bright. I reached out and found Liu Jia was gone; he must have gone to work. I washed
up and went back to school as I had planned the night before. Since it was my graduation internship, and my homeroom teacher and instructors doted on me, I managed to borrow a 500-meter-range, portable listening device and a miniature telephoto camera
from the school without much trouble . 　　It was time to find out the truth. 　　When Liu Jia returned at noon, I opened the door for him as soon as I heard it open, eagerly taking his bag from his hand . After he came in, I took off his suit jacket and quickly tucked the listening device I had been holding into his collar. Liu Jia was very happy to see me being so attentive: "Qiu'er, it seems I'm incredibly ." I gave him a sweet smile and went to prepare lunch. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Fourteen 　　After lunch, I followed Liu Jia out as soon as he left. I had taken special courses on surveillance at the police academy, and since I was watching someone completely unsuspecting, Liu Jia shouldn't notice. He didn't go anywhere, just took the company bus. Afraid he would notice, I hailed a taxi and followed him from a distance. Liu Jia went straight into the Wenhua Group after getting off the bus. I wanted to follow him in, but the security guards stopped me and wouldn't let me in no matter what I said. Helpless, I found a coffee shop across from the Wenhua Group, sat down, and put on the listening device. 　　The effect was quite good; I could clearly hear my colleagues greeting Liu Jia. However, the afternoon passed without any unusual behavior from Liu Jia. He was just working, answering a few phone calls, which, from his responses, seemed to be work-related. 　　I couldn't help but wonder if I was being paranoid. Logically, after I gave Liu Jia a warning last night, if with Da Xiong, he should have made some moves today. Why was there no sign of anything? Was my suspicion wrong? I still hadn't found anything by the time Liu Jia got off work. I rushed home before , and just as I started cooking, Liu Jia came back. He seemed a little surprised that I hadn't cooked dinner. I explained that I'd been watching TV late, and Liu Jia was somewhat skeptical, but I managed to get away with it. 　　During dinner, Liu Jia casually told me he had a business dinner tomorrow and that I didn't need to wait for him. A thought struck me : could it be that Liu Jia was on a date with Da Xiong and had told him I'd seen that DVD? If that was true, then Liu Jia was still involved with Da Xiong. What exactly happened that night? 　　The next day, I followed Liu Jia closely. At noon, I thought he'd go out for lunch , but I didn't see him come out of the company building. Just as I was about to lose patience, a familiar voice came through the receiver. 　　"Brother Liu, what's the rush? Have you got your eye on some girl and need my help again ?" It was Da Xiong; I could still remember his distinctive voice even now. 　　"Stop kidding me. I'm asking you, why didn't you give me the video of you playing with Xiao Qiu that night?" My heart sank as soon as Liu Jia said that. 　　"Brother Liu, you're joking. Didn't I already give you the disc you wanted? Why are you asking me for it now?" Da Xiong retorted. 　　"Don't fucking fool me, do you think I'm a three-year-old? That disc only has a little bit of the beginning, the rest missing. You gave me a fucking useless disc." 　　"Oh, Brother Liu, I really didn't know that. The next day, as soon as I got back, I transferred the recording to you and brought it over . I didn't even watch the contents myself. I really didn't know anything about this situation." 　　"Forget it, I won't argue with you about this. Let me tell you, Xiao Qiu saw that disc, and now she might be a little suspicious of me. What do you think we should do?" 　　Da Xiong seemed very surprised when he heard Liu Jia say this. After a long silence, he asked, "When did you see it?" 　　"The night before last." 　　"And what did you say?" 　　"I told her you were trying to blackmail me and sent it." 　　"You're really loyal, aren't you? You're the good guy, and I'm just cannon fodder." 　　"You did get something out of it. I let you and your brothers sleep with the woman I like for free. Isn't that loyalty enough?" 　　"Damn it, I even bit my tongue to make you the first one out, it's such a damn waste." 　　Although I was somewhat prepared, my heart still sank to the bottom when Da Xiong said those words . It seemed that what happened that night was clearly a grand conspiracy orchestrated by Liu Jia. 　　I carefully recalled the events of that night: everyone urging me to drink, Liu Jia helping out and then naturally giving me the drugged milk, then timing it perfectly so I would wake up, then starting the charade, then Da Xiong deliberately kissing me, trying to provoke me into biting him, then covering me up and letting Liu Jia take over… The events of that night flashed through my mind in that instant.

As my mind cleared, I trembled with rage, my head felt like it was about to explode, and the cup in my right hand shook
uncontrollably .

I couldn't hear anything after that, and I don't even know how I got back to Liu Jia's house.
I packed my things and went back to school in a daze.

I fell asleep as soon as I got back, and when I woke up again, I had decided to swallow my anger for now, but I
never . I thought Liu Jia might know why I left without saying goodbye,
and would he come looking for me? Why did he use that method to get his way with me? Actually, I treated him
much better than I treated other men. Maybe I would really fall in love with him soon, and then would he be afraid of
not getting me? So what was Liu Jia's reasoning...?

Being betrayed by the one you love is more painful than being raped by your friend that night. To think that
the person next to you is the one who hurt you the most—how am I supposed to cope with this feeling? My heart ached so much I couldn't
think of . Everyone around me seemed like a pack of demons, ready to pounce at any moment. I missed
my father, so intensely longing for the days I spent with him. He was the only one in the world who loved
me wholeheartedly.

For the next few months, I survived on the money I'd saved from my previous jobs. Upon graduation, thanks to my
excellent grades and good looks, I was easily hired as an internal affairs officer at the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Working within the police system made things much easier. Using my birth certificate, I easily found the hospital where I
was born , and then discovered my biological father's name was Geng Ming. The hospital registration showed he lived in the Hedong
District and worked at a factory there.

Holding the note with my father's address, I thought for a long time, unsure if I should go find him. Was it
worth the effort to find someone who abandoned me? What good would finding my biological father do? Where was he when I needed someone to
cherish me ? But my curiosity about my origins led me to decide to go—to find the
person who gave birth to me and then abandoned me.

Following the address on the hospital registration, I easily found the Hedong District and my biological father's factory.
However, the people there said they didn't recognize him. After much effort, I found an old worker who told me that my father had
left , and no one knew where he went.

Hearing this after a long day of searching, I felt utterly exhausted. The will that had sustained me through years of searching
vanished instantly. That afternoon, I went to the bureau, intending to slack off and just slip away after reporting for duty. But
the bureau chief called me into his office.

"Xiao Qiu, I heard you've been looking for your biological father lately. How's it going? Any progress?" the bureau chief
asked kindly.

"I know his name, but he's long gone. Nobody knows where he went."

"Oh, I see. Good. From now on, the bureau will take care of this for you and guarantee to find your biological father. But
now there's a difficult task for you to complete. Are you confident?"

Working as an office clerk is quite leisurely; every day at work it's just organizing files and answering phones. The rest
of the time was quite boring. Actually, I had long wanted to do some concrete work on the front lines like my comrades,
so I was overjoyed to hear what the director said: "Director, no problem, just give the order."

"Good, that's the attitude we need. Here's the thing, there's a very large smuggling
ring . We've always suspected that the Wenhua Group is connected to this organization, and we've wanted to take it down for a long time, but we haven't had
any evidence. Now we've decided to send someone in to gather intelligence and find some evidence. After considering it,
you're the most suitable person in the bureau right now. First, you haven't been in the bureau for long, and you've always done internal affairs, so not many people know you; second,
you don't have any relatives, which makes it easier to carry out the operation and maintain secrecy. Now, I'm talking
to your opinion. Please consider it."

I didn't expect that the difficult task the director mentioned was to go undercover, and in Liu Jia's company no less. I was
shocked, but I also felt very excited. After thinking for a while, I said decisively: "I will resolutely complete the task assigned to me by the organization
."

The director patted my shoulder with satisfaction: "I knew you'd agree. Let's
arrange , you can go in three days. You can act as you see fit there. I think after three years of studying law, you
should know what to do. Report every two weeks. When we need you, don't come back to the bureau.
We 've already rented an apartment for you, the bureau will help you move in today. "

Leaving the director's office, I was overwhelmed with emotion. It seems Liu Jia and I really are soulmates. It's been almost a year, and I thought I'd never see her again, but fate has　　played a trick on me , forcing me to go back. ********** ... Wow, what a great article! It's very engaging and I'll keep reading. I support the author's original work. Although I guessed from the beginning that Xiao Qiu would be insulted and abused by countless people , the process is still worth looking forward to. It looks quite good, and the plot clearly shows a lot of thought went into it. I look forward to the author continuing to work hard. Oral sex should start from childhood. I envy Xiao Qiu's father for having a loli who has been trained and cultivated from a young age. It's wonderful! You can tell that the author put a lot of effort into it, and the plot is also very good. Looking forward to the sequel. Wow! It's really well written and very engaging. I support the original work. It's just that the protagonist's fate is quite tragic. I've read part of it, but I still like it very much. Hehe, the plot is a little exaggerated, but without exaggeration, where would the excitement be? Really? Semen has such high nutritional value? It's transparent too, won't it cause calcium deficiency? Great! There's very little description. Education should start from childhood. As long as you start well from childhood, you can succeed at anything. But this isn't about being born young, so it's meaningless and lacks passion.

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