[Sister Lin in my youthful days] [6] [To be continued]

Sister Lin's clothing company has opened, co-founded with two friends. One is the major shareholder and legal representative, and the other is a powerful figure in the underworld. Sister Lin herself is an expert in the clothing industry, so she manages the company's operations as the general manager. The company office is located west of the county town, further west is the western suburbs, and to the northwest is the development zone, home to garment factories. Thanks to Sister Lin's years of industry experience, she has ensured the company's smooth operation at every step. Products have entered the commercial street and the largest wholesale market, expanding from there to the surrounding areas. This success is due not only to Sister Lin's expertise but also to the influence of her powerful figure in the underworld, as entering the wholesale market is very challenging (although I don't know much about it, this alone could be the subject of a series). Initially, the company suffered losses in the commercial street, but thankfully, the major shareholder's financial backing provided crucial support. What was just news in the spring had become a solid operational presence by early winter, and her plan was being implemented.

During this period, Sister Lin acquired a new communication device, an Ericsson phone, so I could call her. My school moved to a new building around this time, and the studies became even more intense. Saturday mornings were no longer a break. My dad had me rent a place near the school; rent was still very low then, and I rented a one-bedroom apartment.

Sister Lin helped me find the place and even helped me furnish it. I moved in on Saturday; it was practically move-in ready, as Sister Lin had arranged everything for me. That Saturday afternoon, I went home first to prepare some things, packed my change of clothes, and went over around 4 pm. In the northern winter, the sky at 4 pm was already gradually darkening. When I arrived, Sister Lin opened the door for me. A table of food was already laid out inside. She said, "Is it cold outside? Come in quickly, warm up a bit before eating. Let's celebrate our housewarming!" After changing clothes, we hugged first.

We ate, and the food was delicious. We drank some red wine. Actually, I like to drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), but Sister Lin wouldn't let me, saying, "Baijiu affects memory. Now is the time to study, so don't drink baijiu." She smokes, but she also told me to smoke less. After dinner, we washed the dishes together and then watched TV for a while. There's closed-circuit television in the factory's residential area, which often shows some films with explicit content. "Naked Killer" was indeed good. During the scene, Chingmy Yau and Simon Yam had very passionate sex scenes. When they were sitting passionately in the film, Sister Lin said, "That's great!" I said, "Yeah, haha, I could do that too." "We can do it too," Sister Lin said. I couldn't stand it anymore.

She pulled down my pants, grabbed them with her hand, and gradually started to move her hand. I was already hard because of the stimulation from the movie, and she made it even harder. I sat on the sofa, and she bent down to give me oral sex. After a few strokes, she stood up and stretched her body, then squatted in front of me and started to swallow and
spit out large mouthfuls of fluid. She would lick the urethra with her tongue from time to time, rubbing the tip of her tongue around it. It felt great. She moved her hand up and down with each swallow and spit, and the fluid flowed down. I could hear the "splashing" sound when she moved and stroked me. She would look up at me from time to time. I pressed her head down with my hand and looked up at her big, innocent eyes. Her expressive eyes gave people a strong psychological impact. About ten minutes later, I felt like I was about to ejaculate when she suddenly spat it out and pinched it back with her fingers. I instantly lost the urge to ejaculate. She squatted there, grinning mischievously, then used her gloved hand to rub it a few times before swallowing it again, speeding up the process. I ejaculated quickly, the semen entering her mouth. After a few swallows, she said, "So much!" Then she put it back in her mouth, her tongue gently sliding around. She took a couple of sips of red wine, sat down to kiss me, and watched me with a smile.

In the bedroom, I undressed her and laid her on the bed. I roamed her body with my tongue, savoring every inch of her smooth skin. I parted her hair and kissed her ear, my breathing becoming heavier. I kissed her breasts, gently biting her nipples, and constantly kneading them with my hands, enjoying their plumpness and elasticity. I lightly kissed her clearly groomed triangle, parted the barrier, and went straight to the disaster area, already overflowing with nectar. I peeled back the two labia with my tongue and inserted myself, feeling her salty and rich flavor. With each tease of my tongue, her body twisted, responding to the pleasure brought by each tease. I took out a condom and had her help me put it on, then inserted it, ravaging her wildly. She cried out in pain, but I didn't stop. I picked her up and sat her on the bed, my thrusts continuing without ceasing. Holding her body, my arms made her rise and fall, again and again... He lay back, his hair whipping around, each thrust deep inside, their bodies rubbing together intensely. The black, curly hair, glistening with sticky fluid, clung to each other. His body moved back and forth, his chest heaving. He licked the sweat from her cleavage, gently biting her breasts. Their heavy breaths brushed past each other's ears. We didn't need the world, we didn't need time, we only needed each other.

We didn't see each other for a week after that, only talking on the phone a few times.

On Monday, my cousin came to visit me at school and gave me a keychain—a round wooden stick, 15 centimeters long and 18 millimeters in diameter, with a hole at one end from which a key ring hung. I asked my cousin, "What's this?" "You can use it as a keychain," my cousin said. "It's made of sandalwood, a nice piece." He then pulled an identical one from his jeans pocket and said, "You can do that too." He put the ring on one end of the stick on his little finger, held the round wooden stick in his hand, and made a thrusting motion. I immediately understood; this was for stabbing someone in the ribs or abdomen. The hardness of the sandalwood and the construction of this stick meant it could be quite powerful. One end of the stick was engraved with a small character, "田5" (Tian 5). I thought it was the craftsman's surname, but my cousin said, "My older brother, Tian Hua, made this for me. This is the fifth one; mine is Tian 6." I said, "Da Hua's choice of characters is really peculiar. If we made a hundred, would it be Tian 100?" "No," my cousin said, "I only did six." We chatted a lot; he asked if I was happy here, if I had any trouble, etc.

I visited Dajun over the weekend. Last week, he beat up one of my close junior high classmates and extorted 500 yuan from him. The reason was that one of his underlings' underlings had been beaten, so he sought revenge—beat him first, then demand money. Dajun took 300 yuan, and the remaining 200 was distributed among the underlings. Dajun said, "I know that kid is on good terms with you, but don't worry about him." I said, "Brother, it's okay. We have some connection, but it depends on who you're dealing with. I'll always be on your side, don't worry." In the afternoon, I ran into Dajun's underling's underling, Xiaolingtong, the kind of guy who always gathers information. He looked like he deserved a beating, haha. Xiaolingtong found a target to spy on and asked for my help. Before I went, he told me, "Just scare him, don't actually hit him!"

Winter has arrived, and my dad has been staying home all winter. He also asked me to come home for the winter break, so I was very restricted during the break. I tried my best not to cause trouble and could only see Sister Lin occasionally.

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