[Urban] Rogue Junior (Complete) - 10-12

10.

I plunged my tongue deep into Sister Xu's mouth, stirring it repeatedly, creating ripples of pure sweetness. I breathed heavily, swallowing Sister Xu's saliva as if drinking wine. Sister Xu cooperated perfectly, moving her slender, smooth tongue with great interest, tracing the tip of my tongue, sending waves of pleasure through me. I quietly slid my hand between Sister Xu's legs. Sister Xu instinctively contracted her legs, her lower abdomen trembling violently, but soon, she obediently parted her thighs, and my hand finally explored her private parts. By touch, I felt that Sister Xu's pubic hair was quite thick and covered a large area, extending from her lower abdomen all the way to her buttocks, and even the base of her thighs were covered with a thick patch. Wow, I thought to myself: Did my hand touch the Inner Mongolian grasslands?

I immediately became excited and tried to undo Sister Xu's belt, but she pushed me away:

"Xiao Zhang, no, don't do anything rash, someone will see!" "No, sister," "No," Sister Xu pressed her wet lips to my ear:

"Sometime, when there's a chance, when my husband isn't home, we'll go to my house, oh, listen to me, I promise you!" At the mention of going to her house, Sister Xu's face immediately lit up with boundless longing. She tilted her beautiful face up, her words filled with captivating poetry:

"Ah, my dear Xiao Zhang, in that cozy bedroom, just the two of us, we close the curtains, the bright sunlight gently filters through the thin fabric, casting shadows on the stripes of the window frame, reflecting onto the soft, comfortable bed. A dark red lamp shines on the bedside table, and the stereo plays flowing piano music... Ah, the whole room exudes a hazy beauty. Making love in such an environment is truly filled with unparalleled bliss... Ah..." "But," at this moment, I have no leisure to indulge in any romantic notions, nor time to imagine any hazy beauty. My penis is throbbing as if it's about to burst, and I'm passionately digging into Sister Xu's vagina, hidden beneath her thick pubic hair:

"But, sister, I can't take it anymore!" "Well," Sister Xu readily agrees:

"Come on, let me help you hand wash it!" "Hand wash?" I looked at Sister Xu in confusion. Sister Xu had already skillfully unbuckled my belt and taken out my hot, hard penis. Sister Xu lowered her head, her slender fingertips gently manipulating my penis, her two bright eyes carefully examining it in the darkness:

"Are you a virgin?" "No," I answered frankly.

"Hehe," Sister Xu giggled at me, her smooth, delicate fingers pinching and kneading my penis with great skill, her pointed fingertips frequently rubbing against my dark brown foreskin, while her little finger gently scratched the pubic hair-covered scrotum.

"Ugh--, ugh--, ugh--, ..." I couldn't help but moan softly, my fingers continuing to probe and dig into Sister Xu's vagina, which I had already ravaged until it was overflowing with moisture. Sister Xu pressed faster and faster, and my whole body trembled violently, my waist arching straight up. Sister Xu was still looking down, rubbing and staring at my penis. I pressed her head down, and Sister Xu, caught off guard, immediately pressed her tear-streaked face against my penis. I nudged my penis, using body language to signal to Sister Xu: Take it in your mouth!

"Oh--," Sister Xu didn't resist. She shifted her body to lower herself, and then deeply took my penis into her mouth, sucking it with utmost professionalism:

"Oh, it's so hard!" Sister Xu exclaimed:

"Your penis is really big!" Hehe, I thought to myself: Big? Well, it depends on who you compare it to. Compared to Old Du's thing, my poor penis is a whole size smaller.

My penis, inserted in Sister Xu's mouth, felt waves of unprecedented pleasure. The tighter Sister Xu sucked, the stronger the pleasure became. I kept urging Sister Xu:

"Sister, hurry, hurry, hurry and lick! I, I, I can't take it anymore!" "That's fast enough, what more do you want from me, you little rascal!" "Wow," I pulled my finger out of Sister Xu's vagina and put it in my mouth, sucking it with smacking sounds. Sister Xu's vaginal fluid was completely different from Sister Yin's. Perhaps it was because her pubic hair was too thick and heavy. Sister Xu's vaginal fluid emitted a pungent, fishy smell. When I sucked it into my throat, I choked and sneezed uncontrollably. Continuing to suck, I tasted a strong spicy flavor, as if I had unintentionally chewed a fiery chili pepper. My entire tongue was instantly intoxicated and numb. I coughed dryly, and tears welled up in my eyes.

I pulled my finger out of my mouth, held it to my eyes, and examined it carefully in the dim light of the film. Then, I brought it to my nose and smelled it: so fishy, so pungent, so spicy! I was quite puzzled: in the past, when I sat side by side with Sister Xu, from her simple clothes and her snow-white and voluptuous breasts, there always emanated a pure and unadorned body odor that was pleasing to my eye, making me fantasize: Ah, so fragrant, Sister Xu's body smells so good, when will I have the honor of admiring her charming body?

But I never dreamed that Sister Xu's vaginal fluid would disappoint me so much. I dared not taste it anymore. However, curiosity compelled me to insert my fingers into Sister Xu's vagina again, and after probing and poking around a bit, I put my fingers, covered in vaginal fluid, into my mouth to taste it again: Wow, my God, the taste was even spicier, to the point that it completely numbed my mouth and tongue. The feeling was exactly the same as when the doctor gave me anesthesia when I had a polyp burning my throat in my childhood. Hehe, it seems that Sister Xu's vaginal fluid has a special use: it can be used as an anesthetic. If that's really the case, this patent should belong to me.

"Oh--, oh--, oh--,..." My fingers stirred Sister Xu's vagina with great effort, making Sister Xu moan softly while giving me oral sex. My fingers inserted into Sister Xu's vagina felt something new. Every time my fingers touched her labia, I felt a rough and hard sensation: Hmm? Why are Sister Xu's labia so hard? I pulled my finger out and deliberately tugged at Sister Xu's labia. Sister Xu's labia seemed very long and large, not only much harder than Sister Yin's, but also quite thick; I could even feel tiny bumps.

"Wow!" Just as I was wondering what Sister Xu's genitals looked like, Sister Xu suddenly bit my penis head. I couldn't help but cry out, then swayed my body. Sister Xu released her teeth and expertly licked my penis head with her tongue. At the same time, Sister Xu grabbed my penis with both hands and began to rub it hard, making it feel numb and tingling, almost sparking. I couldn't control myself any longer; I straightened my back, clenched my teeth, and my body trembled violently. Whoosh—my penis, deep inside Sister Xu's mouth, erupted like a volcano, releasing the semen that had been swollen for almost a week.

"Cough--, cough--, cough--,..." Sister Xu pushed my penis away, moved her head to the chair, and poured out the sticky semen onto the floor. Then, she took out a small handkerchief and wiped it repeatedly. After a long while, she raised her flushed face, continuing to wipe the corners of her mouth covered with semen, and pretended to be angry as she complained to me:

"How could you be so bad? You didn't even tell me when you were about to ejaculate,..." "Hehe, sister, don't be angry, I like it this way," I hugged Sister Xu with lingering desire, and pressed my still-numbed lips to Sister Xu's still-unwiped lips. I licked my semen:

"Wow, it smells so good,..." "Go away, go away," Sister Xu pushed me away:

"You little rascal, you look so refined on the surface, I never expected you to be so lewd!" "Hehe,..." I smiled mischievously.

"Tell me," Sister Xu, who had just been so gentle, affectionate, and docile like a lamb, suddenly turned stern and grabbed my collar:

"Tell me, tell me honestly, how many women have you slept with!" "No, no, not many!" I stammered.

"Hmph," Sister Xu reached out and pinched my nose hard:

"From now on, you're mine. I have to keep an eye on you and never let you mess around with women again!" Sigh, I secretly groaned: God, what kind of fate is this? Why do I always encounter such unpredictable and somewhat hysterical people? Old Du was already enough to give me a hard time, and now, here comes another one.

"Xiao Zhang," after pinching my nose, Sister Xu started twisting my ear hard:

"If I ever see you chasing other women again, I'll never forgive you! You'll see!" My goodness, listen to this, everyone listen to this! "You'll see!" Sister Xu's temper is so similar to Lao Du's, even their wording is so alike. I wonder how I'll deal with these two rascals. I stared blankly at Sister Xu, who had suddenly become like a shrew, inwardly groaning. Once upon a time, Accountant Xu, who always wore a kind and approachable smile and kept a respectful distance from all the men in the workplace, whom I deeply respected and admired, and whom I treated like an older sister, was like a fleeting, unpredictable summer cloud. One minute she was alluring and captivating, and you were completely infatuated with her. The next, she inexplicably darkened, revealing a terrifying darkness. Before I could even understand what was happening, a torrential downpour began to pour down on my head, leaving me dizzy and disoriented, unable to resist or find any refuge. I grimaced, struggling in agony, watching Sister Xu pinching my nose and twisting my ears. I couldn't help but recall the pungent smell of her vaginal fluid: was the choking odor of Sister Xu's vaginal fluid directly related to her fiery temper? Alas, I haven't studied medicine, and I know absolutely nothing about biology. Let those great, incredibly dedicated, and omnipotent scientists research and explore this!

"Hehe," suddenly, the rain stopped, and the dark clouds magically transformed back into lovely white. Sister Xu's usually cold face broke into a precious smile. She released my ear and threw herself into my arms, her slender hands tenderly rubbing my cheeks, nose, and ears:

"Little darling, does it hurt?" "No," was I dreaming? I shook my head. No, it wasn't a dream. If it wasn't a dream, was this a drama? Sister Xu's performance was exactly like Old Du's! First, a furious outburst, then a sudden change of tone, becoming incredibly gentle—it was truly both laughable and exasperating.

"Sister Xu," looking at Sister Xu, who had warmed up in my arms again, I asked stupidly,

"Sister, what happened to you just now? You scared me to death!" "Hehe," Sister Xu raised her face and patted my cheek, making the most apt analogy for her performance:

"Hehe, this is called, first hitting you with a big stick, and then giving you a sweet date! Hehe,..." Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue:

"Hahaha,..." ...Chapter Thirty-Two "Big Brother," The next day was a rest day. As soon as I got up in the morning, I rushed to find Lao Du and invited him to a small restaurant:

"Big Brother, it's been a while since we drank together. I missed you so much!" "Oh," Lao Du looked at me mischievously:

"You really missed me?" "Really, I'm not lying, Big Brother," I suddenly remembered the Arirang incident:

"Big Brother, you were the one who ordered Arirang to be punished, weren't you?" "No," Lao Du shook his head slyly and exhaled a small smoke ring:

"No, I was just talking nonsense, that's too mean, bro!" Old Du's round face showed displeasure:

"What makes you think I did it, huh? If Arirang accidentally caught fire, would you also think I set it off?" "No, no, brother, that's not what I meant, don't misunderstand. I was thinking, on the day of the meal, Arirang was asking for help, and you were there too. How did they find you? Didn't they say they didn't know you?" "Oh, I see. Bro, let me tell you, it's like this..." Old Du began to recount the story in a serious tone:

"Arirang was raided, by the city police's investigation team. Didn't you see that tall, broad-shouldered guy with a big head at the dinner? He's my friend. Arirang people invited him to dinner to celebrate, and my friend asked me to join them. Isn't that normal? But when I entered, oh dear, we'd met before! It was a misunderstanding. Why are we messing around like this? So, the Arirang people wanted to return my money. I said, 'That money isn't mine. If you want it returned, return it to its owner.' Then I called you and had them return the money to you personally!" "Oh, I see. I saw that guy. He seems pretty powerful. The Arirang people were all very polite to him, calling him 'Big Brother'!" "Impressive," Old Du continued,

"Impressive, more than impressive. Do you know what he does?" "A policeman!" "A criminal investigator!" Old Du exclaimed.

"That kid, he'll do anything. I always thought I was pretty daring, but I never imagined he was so much bolder than me. It seems like there's nothing he wouldn't do. Hey bro, you know about that case in our city last year, right?" "A little. It was a huge scandal. A mob boss escaped from prison!" "Right, but do you know who the inside man was? Do you know who let him out?" "No, I don't know." "It was that group of people, and this kid was one of them!" "Ah," I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

"Then, he wasn't punished? How come he's still a cop?" "Hmph," Old Du scoffed.

"Punishment? Punishment for what? As long as you spend the money, anything can be settled. In this world, money is everything. Money can make the devil turn the millstone. Brother, do you know how much money this kid spent to cover up that secret release of the criminal?" "No!" "This," Old Du stretched out his big hand at me, waving his five fingers provocatively:

"This!" "Fifty thousand!" I asked.

"No," Old Du's lips twitched slightly:

"Double it!" "One hundred thousand, wow, he's so rich!" "Hehe," Old Du lowered his large hand and tossed the cigarette butt on the floor:

"That won't do either, it hurts too. He's borrowed from all sides, even his mistress has contributed a lot of money!" "The pretty woman sitting next to him that day at dinner?" "Yeah, pretty? She's all just dressed up. But the girl is pretty good. Damn, I wonder if I'll ever meet a woman like that when I'm in trouble, someone who'd genuinely help me out and bleed me dry in a pinch!" I muttered to myself: Probably not!

"As long as you spend the money properly, there's nothing you can't solve. Look at the others; because they didn't pay enough, they all lost their police uniforms and had to go home and take care of their kids!" "Heh, looks like money is omnipotent!" "Not omnipotent, brother. You don't understand. There's a crucial point in this matter. This guy did let the prisoner go, but he didn't take a single penny from him. He's usually ruthless, but this time, I don't know what he was thinking, he didn't take any bribes, and that saved him. Heh heh, if he had taken the money, hmph, no matter how much money he spent, it would have been for nothing. He'd be off the police uniform and out playing around." "Go! Now, this kid's finished too. Although he's still a cop, he's not much of a threat anymore. If this hadn't happened, he would have been promoted long ago!" "Ha..." "To settle this matter, this kid's basically a gangster. He's been swindling money for over a year, desperate for cash. What to do? Think of a way..." "What way?" "To make money. To make money, he's been starving. This kid's been thinking of all sorts of ways, even resorting to any kind of dirty trick. He's been setting up leads everywhere. As soon as he hears of a gambling den or a brothel, he rushes over, catches them on the spot, and then..." Old Du vividly mimed a grabbing gesture:

"Then, count the money... and release them!" "Wow!" "Hehe," Old Du gave me a sly smile:

"Sometimes, when there's really no target, this kid, sigh, he'll do anything. No gambling dens to raid, no prostitutes or clients to arrest, he's thirsty, still thirsty, what to do?" "Yeah, what to do?" "Hehe," Old Du's face showed disdain:

"When all else fails, he'll have his mistress personally go fishing! --" "Wow," I exclaimed:

"My God, to make money, he'll even risk his own woman!" "Shh!" Old Du put his finger to his lips and snorted at me:

"Bullshit, all fucking bullshit! Got nothing, spent a lot of money, didn't even get a hair on the table! This kid, who can mess with him? Would he let someone else fuck his girl? I figured it was about time, so I made my move, took her on the spot, fuck, how much money do you have? I'll take it all, and then I'll beat you up. Yeah, you dare to mess with my girl? I'll fucking scare you to death!" "That's so shady!" "You know what this is called? This is called 'hitting the mountain cannon'! Those who take the bait are all fucking sluts and bastards! You think you can sleep with any woman just because you have a few coins in your pocket? In the end, you got nothing and got a black eye." "He'll be punished severely. Brother, this kid really got himself into trouble once. There was this guy, a guy from the interior who traded here, a bit of country bumpkin with a bit of money, who didn't know his place. He got dragged to a hotel, caught red-handed, and they pulled out eight thousand yuan from his pocket. This kid's ruthless; not only did they confiscate all eight thousand, but they also fined him three thousand. They wouldn't release him until he paid. Knowing that traders have money, the kid made a phone call, and his partner obediently delivered another three thousand!" "But, brother, this kid should have money. How did he become a scoundrel after spending a hundred thousand on this?" "Damn," Old Du sighed.

"That kid, besides eating, sleeping, and fucking, he never stops for a minute. How much money can keep him from constantly messing around? Once the money's in his hands, it's gone in a flash!" "He's always going to prostitutes!" "No, does someone like him need money to go to prostitutes? He gambles it all away!" "Oh, he's really daring!" "Damn," Old Du suddenly scratched his head:

"I have the nerve to say that about him. I've lost my fair share of gambling too. Thinking about it now, I'm such a loser! Brother," Old Du said sincerely to me:

"You're good at cards. You'll have to do me a favor sometime!" "What favor?" "Last month, I gambled again, and I completely lost!" "How much?" "Hey, it's not a big deal. Back then, nobody had any cash on hand. It was all just money." "Oh, I see, brother. It was all free money!"
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"Yes, yes, but, brother, although I didn't lose cash, this, this, this is still a debt. When we meet again, if I don't give it to them, it always feels a bit, a bit... So, I thought of you. I played my cards well. When the day comes, I'll invite them over and set up a formation. You, help your brother climb the hill!" "Okay, but," I became a little nervous:

"Brother, I've always played small games and haven't experienced any big scenes. I, I, I'm afraid I can't guarantee it. Once I lose, I'll drop the ball..." "Don't be afraid, just play. Play the way you usually play!" "Then, I'll do my best!" I thought the time was right, so I said:

"Brother, I need your help with something!" "What is it?" "My company's accountant, the one you helped her brother get a job, is taking adult self-study exams to get promoted. But she keeps failing the English exam. This is her last year, and if she fails again, she won't get her diploma. So she's trying to find someone to take the exam for her. I need your help, brother, to get that person in!" "Oh, what's your relationship? Why are you so willing to do things for her? Did you get this accountant in for you?" "No, no," I denied. "Get

her in!" Old Du made a hole with his left hand and repeatedly poked his right index finger in and out:

"Get her in!" "We'll talk about it later, brother. The exam starts on Monday, you have to help me!" "Money?" Old Du held out his large hand to me.

"No, I didn't bring it!" "You didn't bring it, or you don't have it? You want to ask me for nothing again?" Old Du said coldly.

"Brother, once it's done, I'll pay you exactly what you owe!" "You mean it?" "Definitely!" "Alright, I'll give it a try!" With that, Old Du grabbed his laptop and started making calls:

"Hey, hey, hey," "Hello, hello, hello," "Um, um, um," "..." "Okay, all set!" Old Du slammed his laptop on the table:

"All done!" "Really?" I was a little skeptical. Han Dalaba had been working on Sister Xu's matter for so long without any progress, but Old Du had settled it with just a few phone calls. Was that even possible?

"Don't believe me?" Old Du countered:

"How did I handle that work matter? Did I mess it up? It's done, right?" "Yes," I nodded!

"Damn, that's enough, aren't you? You want to try it yourself? See who dares to carve those five stamps for you, huh?" Old Du glared at me provocatively:

"Hmph, if you're not convinced, go ahead and carve them!" "I'm convinced, I'm convinced, big brother, I'm convinced!" "Well then, put your mind at ease, have a good drink, Monday, watch me!" "Thanks, big brother!" "Hey," Old Du gulped down a mouthful of wine, then mysteriously said to me:

"Get her!" "Who?" "Damn, duh, your company's accountant! Get her, not only can you play with her, but you'll also have money to spend!" "She doesn't seem to have much money!" "Damn, a tender virgin," Old Du chuckled:

"You're too green. Take your time and learn from your mistakes. You're far from being a clean clerk! Which company's accountant is honest?" "But she's not the chief accountant, just an ordinary employee!" "Same here, same here, all the same. No matter what kind of leader, supervisor, or employee, everyone has their own way of making money. What's that called? It's like a chicken not peeing, but everyone has their own little trick." "But, brother, I... I don't seem to have any ways to make money." "Then," Old Du said very seriously,

"then you can only blame yourself for not thinking," Old Du tapped my forehead with his fingertip,

"for not using your brain to think!" "Hmm," I replied blankly,

"How can I think? I sit at my desk all day, writing according to the boss's orders. What ways could I possibly have to make money?" "Then you can only say you're stupid." Stupid? I muttered indignantly to myself: Stupid? If you were in my position, you try it and see how you make money.

"Alright, that's enough drinking," Old Du slammed his glass on the table.

"Come on, it's been so long, let's find some wild cunt to fuck!" With that, Old Du comically began thrusting his hips forward.

"Who are we looking for?" I asked.

"Damn, who else could it be but Old Yin!" "Well," I hesitated, unwilling to watch Old Du roughly fondle my beloved Sister Yin. Old Du glanced at me.

"What's wrong?" "No fun!" "Damn, what do you mean 'fun'? What do you mean 'no fun'? Let's play!" "Sister Yin is too old!" "Damn, an old cunt is dry and juicy, the more you chew, the better it tastes. Come on, hurry up, just thinking about Old Yin makes my dick hard!" So, I reluctantly climbed into Old Du's car and headed towards Sister Yin's house!

"Ah--, Lao Yin, Lao Yin, what new tricks are we going to try today?" Chapter Thirty-Three "Brother," Lao Du said to me with a grin as he drove,

"Two people fucking one woman at the same time is pretty exciting, isn't it? I never felt this way before. Ever since that day when the two of us fucked Lao Yin together, I can't forget that night. Just thinking about you coming on top, me getting off, you getting off, me coming on top again, one after another, taking turns fucking Lao Yin, makes my heart race, and my big dick keeps bobbing its head..." "Oh, really!" I replied absentmindedly, secretly cursing him in my heart: Damn, you slut! ...Alas, my poor Sister Yin, you're going to be roughly played with by Lao Du again!

"Ah," Lao Du continued to savor the memory:

"Ah, this is so much fun! You fuck Lao Yin's old cunt, I fuck her big asshole, and then, pull it out, shove it into her mouth with a 'plop,' hahaha..." "Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep..." Suddenly, the cell phone on the front seat started beeping. Lao Du finally shut his stinky mouth and picked up the phone:

"Hello, Wei? Oh, little sister, hehehe, hahaha, big brother misses you so much, wants to fuck you so much! What, what, what's up? Speak up, just say what you want to say, just say what you want to say, hahaha... Ah--, ah--, okay, I'll try, little sister, after it's done, how will you thank me? Hmm, okay, let's drink, I, I just finished drinking! Well, okay, fine, let's have another drink, yes, let's review, okay, you wait, I'm coming right now!" Lao Du slammed the phone down:

"Hey bro, hehe, here comes the food, the best stuff delivered to your door!" "What food? What good stuff?" "Damn, what else could it be but a little slut? A little slut has come to your door on her own initiative, hahaha, bro, didn't you think Lao Yin's cunt was too old? Come on, let's go play with a tender little cunt!" After saying that, he turned the car around and entered the crowded commercial street. Lao Du manipulated the steering wheel, turning left and right, and finally parked the car in front of a South Korean restaurant:

"We're here, let's go have some more drinks!" A waitress dressed in South Korean traditional clothing enthusiastically led us to the door of a small private room. Lao Du reached out and opened the door. Hehe, the ornately decorated private room had a cute little heated floor, and in the center was a small square table with several dishes that were already half-eaten: dog meat stew with tofu, spicy snow fish, and stir-fried shredded vegetables. Two young women sat cross-legged around a square table. Seeing Old Du's large head pop in, one of the slightly plump women greeted him with a smile,

"Brother Du, come in quickly, please sit on the heated floor!" "Oh—," Old Du exclaimed excitedly,

"How cozy! What a warm little heated floor! Hehe, you guys know how to enjoy life, finding a typical Korean restaurant!" Old Du plopped down on the heated floor, then grabbed the slightly plump woman and said to me,

"Brother, this is my younger sister, Xiaolan. Who is she?" Old Du pointed to the other young woman and asked Xiaolan. Xiaolan replied,

"She's my best friend, Yang Kun!" "Oh, hello, hello!" "Hello, brother," the young woman addressed as Yang Kun stared at me for a long time. I felt puzzled: Why was this lady paying so much attention to me? So, I stared intently at her. Yang Kun smiled sweetly at me:

"Big brother, you look just like my dad!" "Oh," I was stunned:

"Miss, I... look like your dad?" "Yes, the face shape is very similar!" "Hehe, how's your dad, miss?" "He... is dead!" After the necessary small talk, Xiaolan called the waiter and ordered two more dishes. As usual, the four of us downed three glasses of beer in one go. After a round of joking and teasing, the conversation finally got down to business. Xiaolan continued to pour wine for Lao Du while saying:

"Brother Du, my friend Yang Kun recently made a deal. He got a batch of steel cylinders from inside the Great Wall and wants to sell them here. But we've been running around like crazy, our legs are worn out, and we just can't find a decent buyer. I'm desperate, so I thought of you, Brother Du. Brother Du, you have to help me!" "Hey!" Old Du waved his hand, looking troubled. He glanced at Yang Kun, the businesswoman he'd just met:

"Little sister, why don't you do some other business? What are you dreaming of, getting into the steel cylinder business?" "What, brother, is it not okay?" "Hey, hey!" Old Du grinned.

"Little sister, you're a local too, right?" "Yes!" "But don't you know? There are several factories around here that can produce gas cylinders. They're all professional state-owned factories. One of them is a military factory that used to produce aircraft parts, but now they've switched to making gas cylinders. I heard they're having trouble selling their products. Aren't they amazing? Their production equipment and product quality are top-notch. Can the batch of gas cylinders you contacted compete with them? Can they sell better?" "But, big brother, I haven't had much schooling, how would I know these things? I have a special relationship with that factory inside the pass. The price of the gas cylinders I contacted is quite cheap, the profit is huge!" "Cheap? If it's not cheap, they won't sell it even better. Sigh, it's going to be difficult!" "Brother Du," Xiaolan snuggled into Old Du's arms and started to act coquettishly.

"Brother Du, Brother Du, if it's not difficult, why would I bother you? I can handle it myself! Think of a way, help me make some money too!" As she spoke, Xiaolan's delicate hands kept stroking Old Du's face, and Old Du was immediately overjoyed.

"Sigh, well, I'll give it a try!" With that, Lao Du pulled out his laptop and started frantically calling out to Xiao Ban to find sales channels:

"Hello, hello, hello..." "Ah, ah, ah..." "Hmm, hmm, hmm..." "..." "Sigh," Yang Kun suddenly sighed, muttering sadly in a low voice:

"It's not easy to do anything!" "Yeah," I chimed in:

"In today's society, no matter what you want to do, you have to pull strings, go through back channels, treat people to meals, and give gifts. Otherwise, you can't get anything done!" "Hmm," Yang Kun nodded in agreement, and the two of us quickly began to vent our frustrations about the various frustrating things in today's society in a competitive manner.

Yang Kun was in her early twenties, of medium build, much slimmer than Xiaolan. She had fair skin and a delicate face, with bright, sparkling eyes that held a charming sadness. When she smiled, her narrow eyebrows, small eyes, and thin lips revealed a captivating and alluring beauty.

"Hey, brother, don't talk about those upsetting things. Come on, have a drink!" Yang Kun smiled and offered me her glass. I quickly picked it up and downed a glass.

"Miss, you've got a good capacity for alcohol!" "Hey, brother, you don't know, I drink whenever I'm upset!" I stared curiously at Yang Kun's not-so-full breasts. She probably wasn't wearing a bra, and her small nipples were very noticeable as they pushed against her sheer top. Yang Kun seemed to notice me looking at her breasts and moved a hand to them shyly. I finally looked away and started chatting with Yang Kun about my ridiculous drinking experiences. Yang Kun said with deep sympathy,

"Yeah, brother, I often get drunk too, especially when I'm upset. I always get drunk. Once, I didn't know how much I drank. When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was lying in bed without even taking off my clothes. I was so confused, I couldn't remember how I got home!" "Hehe, I've had the same experience. I was drinking so hard, but after sobering up, I couldn't remember how I got home, how I left the restaurant, or how I got home!" "Damn," Lao Du hung up the phone and chimed in,

"It's the same for everyone. Several times, after drinking, I didn't know how I got home. The next day, I opened my eyes and thought, 'Hmm, how did I get home? Where's my car?' I rushed to the garage downstairs, opened the door, and there it was, parked perfectly fine, without any scratches or bumps!..." "Brother Du, how's the contact going?" Xiao Lan asked anxiously.

"Alright, all done!" Old Du put the phone down on the table:

"Tuozhi, come on, let's drink!" "Really, Brother Du?" "Little sister, do you think your brother would mess with you? Come on, have a drink with your brother. In a bit, we'll have some guests. Then you'll know what's going on!" "Ah--," Xiaolan pounced on Old Du's face and gave him a kiss. Then, without hesitation, she downed a beer with Old Du.

Sure enough, about thirty minutes later, the waiter opened the door to the private room. A short, stout middle-aged man wearing glasses and carrying a small leather bag stood in the doorway. Old Du put down his wine glass and waved to him:

"Tiezi, come in, come in quickly, please get on the kang!" Old Du pulled the middle-aged man's hand and introduced him to us:

"This is Mr. Feng. From now on, you can call him Old Feng. He's a leading cadre in the XX Oilfield Administration's office here. He has power, damn it." Old Du rolled his shrewd eyes at Old Feng and then gestured with his lips towards the two female businesswomen:

"From now on, you two sisters should discuss any business related to gas cylinders with Old Feng. Hehe, don't ask about his position yet; the current official has more power than the current one. If he says a gas cylinder is qualified, it's qualified. If he decides to buy from a particular company, then you buy from that company. Hehe, how about that? That's all the power you get!" "Ah--," the two businesswoman's eyes widened, their beautiful faces shining with hope. Xiaolan ordered three more dishes:

"Waiter, bring a few more bottles of ice-cold beer!" "Yes," "No," Yang Kun suddenly shouted:

"No, stop drinking that sour, pungent stuff all the time. Come on, let's change things up!" "What color?" "White!" With a clatter, a bottle of white liquor was pushed onto the square table. Old Du glanced at the label:

"Hehe, Erfang! Interesting!" "Hehe," Yang Kun snapped open the bottle cap and grinned at Old Du:

"Erfang, yes, having a second wife is great!" "Hehe," everyone exchanged knowing smiles. Yang Kun, holding the wine bottle, expertly poured wine for everyone:

"Come on, brothers, it's our first time meeting today. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future. Come on, brothers, have a drink to mark our meeting! Cheers!" "Cheers!" Glug!

Glug! Glug

!

Glug!

Glug!

Five glasses of baijiu were simultaneously poured down the throats of five men and women. Yang Kun put down his glass and wiped his bright red lips:

"Ah, so spicy, so refreshing--," "Little Yang," I looked at Yang Kun in surprise:

"I really didn't realize you could drink so much!" "So-so, so-so!" "Come on," I ordered another bottle of Erfang baijiu:

"Come on, another drink!" "Cheers!" Glug!

Glug!

Glug! Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

"Ah," Yang Kun's cheeks flushed slightly, her cute, narrow eyes gazing at me dreamily:

"Awesome--, awesome--, waiter, another one!" "Ouch," Yang Kun cried out in a high-pitched voice, suddenly turning around and losing her balance, her alluring body tilting towards the floor below the kang (heated brick bed). I grabbed her left arm:

"Careful!" "Hehe," Yang Kun turned her head, her eyes half-closed, and said with a grin:

"Thank you, otherwise I would have fallen off the kang. Thank you, brother, come on, let's have another drink!" "Don't drink anymore!" "Yang Kun, that's enough!" "No, no, I want to drink, I want to drink more!" "Then," I suggested:

"Let's change the color!" "What color? What color?" "Red, wine!" "Okay--," Old Du muttered:

"What the hell are you guys doing today? Beer, baijiu, red wine, all mixed together, taking turns drinking. What the hell are you doing? Hmm, holding the Third Plenary Session of the 11th Central Committee?" "Hahaha, good, beer and baijiu mixed together, wine to fill the gaps, fuck it, drink up, drink up, the Third Plenary Session!" I handed Yang Kun a bright red glass of wine, and we downed several glasses in a row. Yang Kun and I gradually became familiar with each other, and we stopped being so reserved. I simply pressed the glass to her lips:

"Cheers!" Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

Glug!

"Ah--," Yang Kun was completely drunk, her body leaning back like a rag doll. I held her tightly, and she leaned limply into my arms, grabbing an empty glass:

"Drink, drink, drink..." "Come on!" Xiao Lan snatched the glass from Yang Kun's hand:

"Come on, just calm down and rest, stop drinking!" "No, no, I want to drink! Today, I met some big brothers, and the sales of the gas cylinders are promising! I'm happy, I want to drink, I want to drink more!" "No, no," Xiao Lan said to Lao Du:

"Brother Du, don't be offended, she's just like that, she doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance, but she's stubborn!" "Interesting, this little sister is quite interesting, quite amusing. Little sister, listen to your brother, stop drinking," Lao Du suggested to everyone:

"Stop drinking, everyone. I think you've all had enough. I'm drunk too. Let's go find a bathhouse, wash up, and sober up!" "Okay, I agree!" Xiaolan nodded, understanding Lao Du's intention. She started to pay the bill:

"Waiter, check please!" "Little sister," Lao Du patted Xiaolan's shoulder,

"Where to go after paying?" "Big brother, whatever you want. Wherever you want to go, little sister will go with you!" Xiaolan said flatteringly.

"Alright, let's go to the usual place, the Golden Coast Bathhouse!" After saying that, Lao Du gave Xiaolan a lewd smile. Xiaolan understood and started to straighten her clothes.

"Brother," I asked anxiously,

"Are you sure you'll make it? Don't let the police catch you on the spot!" "Damn, dare!" Old Du shouted arrogantly,

"The guys who arrest us aren't even born yet, they're still wriggling in their mothers' bellies!" Old Du swaggered ahead, and I followed closely behind, embracing the completely drunk Yang Kun and two other people, swaying from side to side. Old Du jumped into the car, and we all followed one by one, still clinging to each other.

"Ah--," Yang Kun leaned against me, her small mouth reeking of alcohol,

"Drink, drink, drink, I want to drink more!" "Hehe!" Looking at her drunken state, I chuckled softly. Hearing my laughter, Yang Kun opened her drunken eyes, and we stared at each other for a long time. I moved my lips to hers first, and Yang Kun didn't flinch, obediently opening her red lips. So, we hugged each other's heads and intertwined.

"Ah, big brother, you really look like my dad!" "Damn," Old Du, the driver, saw me and Yang Kun passionately kissing in the mirror and pretended to curse,

"Damn, can't wait any longer, let's get this done!"... Chapter Thirty-Four "Ah," sitting in the comfortable, luxurious private room of the bathhouse, I exclaimed,

"What a luxurious private room!" "Hmm," Old Du lit a cigarette and leered at the taciturn Old Feng,

"Tiezi, wait a minute, there's going to be a good show!" "Hehe," hearing Old Du's words, Old Feng leered at the unconscious Yang Kun,

"Hehe, is it her? Is she the one selling gas cylinders?" "Yes," Old Du said,

"She's the ringleader, Xiaolan is the errand girl, Old Feng, how about it? Can you get it done?

" "Hmph," Old Feng answered confidently:

"No big deal. If you want my gas, you have to buy my cylinders. Otherwise, I won't give you any gas!" "Ha, sure, buddy, good. Today, damn it, if you want to get things done, if you want to sell cylinders, you have to," Old Du made a very lewd sexual gesture:

"I'll take them all!" "Oh dear," Old Du and Old Feng were discussing how to play with the two female businesswomen when Xiaolan, wearing a bathrobe, pushed open the door and walked in. She was carefully drying her long hair with a towel:

"The shampoo the bathhouse gives us is terrible. It must be fake. Why does my hair get stickier the more I wash it? Humph, they're only concerned with saving money and are just using fake products to fool people! Brother Du, next time, I won't come here to bathe!" "That's right, damn it, they dare to fool my little sister. I'll never come to this godforsaken place to bathe again!" Old Du said as he hugged Xiaolan:

"Ah, little sister, my beauty, my darling, my precious, I've missed you so much!" "Hehe," Xiaolan chuckled and reached her hand between Lao Du's legs:

"Really? Let me touch it. Wow, it's been a few days, and your cock has grown even longer!" "Hehe," Lao Du unbuttoned Xiaolan's bathrobe, revealing her doughy body:

"Haha, it's been a few days, little sister, you've gained weight again!" "Look," Xiaolan pouted her little mouth:

"Big brother, you really don't know how to talk, you've made your little sister so sad!" "It's good that you're fat, it's good that you're fat, I like you fat, lying on top of me is like lying on a Simmons bed!" Old Du's big hand grabbed Xiaolan's private parts:

"Hey, little sister, it's been so many days since I've fucked you, your little pussy must be itchy!" "Mmm," Xiaolan answered lewdly:

"Yes, it's so itchy, big brother, come on, give it to me, let your little sister relieve the itch!" "Hahaha," Old Du laughed loudly with great satisfaction:

"Hahaha, I like this about Xiaolan, generous and cheerful, come on, little sister, brother will give it to you!" "Hehe," Xiaolan shook off her bathrobe and lay back on the bed in a very lewd manner, spreading her two fat thighs straight apart, forming a snow-white, plump, mouthwatering V-shape, at the very bottom of the V-shape, a tuft of shiny black hair covered a watery flesh hole:

"Come on, big brother, come and fuck your little sister, she can't wait!" After saying that, Xiaolan parted her black hair, revealing her bright red hole. Old Du wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and grinned lewdly at me and Old Feng:

"You two, don't be polite, I'll go first, I'll start!" Old Du happily walked to Xiaolan's buttocks with his big, erect penis in hand. Xiaolan gladly took Old Du's big penis and very cooperatively stuffed it into her flesh hole. Old Du thrust forward and began to thrust happily. Soon, a series of pleasant squelching sounds came, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, playing an obscene symphony.

"Gurgle, gurgle..." "Squeak, squeak..." "Tiezi," Old Du thrust hard for a while, then turned to Old Feng and said,

"Come here, have her!" Old Du pointed with his chin at the sleeping Yang Kun. Old Feng was already anxious. Hearing Old Du's words, he jumped up, shook off his bathrobe, grabbed the lifeless Yang Kun, dragged her to the bedside, and tore off her bathrobe. I immediately saw a beautiful, smooth, slender and lovely body. Yang Kun's pubic hair was much sparser than Xiao Lan's, scattered on her fair private parts. Old Feng greedily stroked it for a while, then inserted a finger into Yang Kun's flesh hole and happily started probing:

"Oh," Yang Kun hummed, lazily opened her eyes, saw Old Feng probing her private parts, Yang Kun simply spread her legs, hummed again, and closed her eyes again.

"Hehe," Old Feng finally inserted his big cock into Yang Kun's pussy, and he gently thrust a few times:

"So tight, she's never had a child, has she?" "No," Xiao Lan on the other bed chimed in:

"No, she's had a boyfriend, but it didn't work out, it fell apart!" "Brother," Old Du pulled his cock out of Xiao Lan's pussy and nodded to me:

"Come on, join in!" I walked over without any hesitation. Xiao Lan glanced at me and grabbed my cock:

"Brother, what kind of business do you do?" "I don't have a business, I just work!" "Oh," Xiao Lan didn't say anything more. She parted her labia with one hand and helped me insert my cock into her pussy with the other. I grinned and started thrusting, my hands groping Xiao Lan's body:

"Miss, you're so white!" "Really?" Hearing my words, a smug look spread across Xiao Lan's face:

"Everyone who meets me thinks I'm incredibly fair-skinned, hehe!" "Your skin is not only very fair, but also very smooth!" "Ha," Xiaolan became even more proud. She raised her head, her hands covering her private parts, excitedly gazing at them, admiring them with relish:

"Hehe, big brother, your cock isn't as thick as Brother Du's, but it's very hard, and quite powerful, oh, so good--, so good!--" "Hmph, comfortable!" Old Du grinned and moved in front of Xiaolan's head, offering her large cock, covered in Xiaolan's secretions, to her mouth:

"Little sister, come on, give big brother a good lick!" "Yes," Xiaolan readily agreed, opening her mouth and taking Old Du's large cock in:

"Hahaha, big brother's cock smells so good!" Xiaolan said ingratiatingly, then smacked her thin lips comically:

"Smells so good, smells so good!" "Hehe," Old Du was very satisfied. He was thrusting into Xiaolan's mouth while playing with her breasts.

"Hey buddy," Old Feng nudged me,

"Come on, let's switch!" I couldn't be happier. Compared to Xiaolan, I wanted to have sex with Yang Kun more. I immediately pulled out my penis and went to Yang Kun's crotch. Yang Kun was still fast asleep, her two long legs lying limply on the bed. I spread one thigh and saw that Yang Kun's sparsely haired genitals were wet, caused by Old Feng's vigorous thrusting.

I didn't rush to insert my penis into Yang Kun's vagina. Instead, I slowly stroked her genitals, carefully admiring them. Yang Kun not only had a beautiful face, a charming figure, and delicate skin, but her genitals were also extremely outstanding. Her mons pubis was slightly raised, and her labia were thin and long, with a very light color, unlike other women's, which were dark and thick. Parting the narrow, glistening slit, I saw a pinkish-red opening with a small, bean-shaped fleshy ball at the top.

"So beautiful!" I exclaimed involuntarily, and almost unconsciously, I squatted down, my mouth agape. I no longer cared that Yang Kun's genitals were covered in Old Feng's residual secretions; I bit down on this rare beauty. I parted Yang Kun's delicate vagina and inserted my tongue, sucking away. Wow—what a refreshing scent! I thought to myself again: Even among women, the scent of their vaginas is so unique. This reminded me of Sister Xu's scent; compared to Sister Xu's suffocating smell, Yang Kun's vaginal scent was like sweet honey.

"Ouch--," Yang Kun suddenly groaned, her naked body trembling slightly, her two slender legs moving shakily.

"Ah--," under my constant sucking, Yang Kun slowly woke up, she reached out and pressed her hands against my head.

"Ah--, so itchy, so scratchy!" I finally stood up, stuffed my burning penis into Yang Kun's vagina, and began to thrust wildly. Yang Kun stared at me blankly with her red, drunken eyes. I leaned down and pressed my mouth, sticky with secretions, against Yang Kun's lips, which reeked of alcohol. Yang Kun let out an "oh" and obediently opened her small mouth.

"Oh, oh, so fucking--," I felt the same way as Lao Feng. Yang Kun's vagina was quite narrow, tightly gripping my penis.

"Miss, your pussy is so tight!" "Hehe, really? Everyone says so!" "Tight? Let me taste it!" Upon hearing this, Lao Du immediately pulled his big cock out of Xiaolan's mouth and walked to my side:

"Brother, let me fuck you, see how tight it is!" "Here you go," I reluctantly pulled my cock out of Yang Kun's vagina, and Xiaolan shouted at me:

"Big brother, come on, let me lick it too!" "Okay!" I walked to Xiaolan's side, and Lao Feng gritted his teeth and thrust wildly a few more times, then, still unsatisfied, pulled out his big cock:

"Here you go, buddy, lick it!" I squatted down and started giving Xiaolan oral sex. Xiaolan's pubic hair was like her long, flowing hair, thick, black, thin, and shiny. I took it deep into my mouth and tasted a kind of pungent smell. I inserted my fingers into Xiaolan's vagina and started digging and probing wantonly. Yang Kun's vagina was very similar to her fat body, full of rolling fat. I parted the thick, dark brown labia and saw a deep red vaginal opening, revealing shiny tender flesh inside, forming a narrow, winding cross-shaped slit. I used both hands to forcefully part the pile of tender flesh and saw a slightly trembling vaginal opening. I put my tongue against it and started biting it with great effort.

"Oh, oh, ah--, ah--..." Xiaolan moaned wantonly, her legs clamping tightly around my head:

"So good, so good, so amazing!" I continued to give Xiaolan oral sex, and she kept moaning, saying lewdly at the same time:

"Brother, you're really good at this!" "Come on, buddy, let me poke you a little longer!" Old Feng, who hadn't had enough, patted my shoulder, and I had to stop. I watched helplessly as Old Feng shoved his penis into Xiaolan's vagina again. I glanced at Old Du, who showed no sign of stopping. With nothing else to do, I slipped over to Xiaolan's side:

"Miss, give me a lick too!" "Okay, come on!" I happily shoved my penis into Xiaolan's mouth. Wow, Xiaolan's oral skills were truly extraordinary. She must be a veteran of the pleasure quarters. Her skillful and natural tongue made me feel dizzy and confused. My body trembled, and with a whoosh, a pool of semen gushed out uncontrollably.

"Wow--," Xiaolan exclaimed, immediately pushing my penis away:

"Hehe, you came so fast!" "Hmph," Lao Du said disdainfully upon seeing this:

"Damn, what the hell happened? You finished so quickly. Really, one, two, three, check. With your skill level, it wouldn't be worth it to go out to prostitutes. They can last half an hour, but you? You're done in no time!" "Hehe," Xiaolan laughed:

"Then, the lady is cheap!" I sat back down in my chair dejectedly, listlessly watching Lao Du and Lao Feng thrusting into Xiaolan and Yang Kun. They looked at each other, lewdly laughing, while Xiaolan and Yang Kun exchanged glances and playfully stuck out their tongues.

"Come on, let's switch!" Old Du suggested. So, they switched partners again. Seeing me sitting idly in the chair smoking, Yang Kun waved to me:

"Big brother, come here!" I silently walked to Yang Kun's side, squatted down to prepare to kiss her, and Yang Kun took the initiative to kiss me:

"Big brother, don't be discouraged, little sister will get you back going, let you make a comeback!" "Thank you!" I was overjoyed and stood up abruptly, gratefully offering my already limp penis to Yang Kun's mouth. Yang Kun reached out her slender hand and grasped my penis, first looking at it, then roughly wiping it, before expertly taking my shameful, useless penis into her mouth and sucking it with utmost professionalism. Xiao Lan, seeing this, said:

"How about that, brothers, my friends are really something!" "Sigh," Old Du wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Hey buddy, let's try something different!" "Sure, whatever you want! Big brother, do whatever you want!" Xiaolan sat up.

"Come here," Lao Du waved to Xiaolan:

"Come here!" "What for?" Xiaolan asked, puzzled.

"Damn, I told you to come here, so hurry up and come here, stop talking nonsense!" I didn't know what new trick Lao Du was going to play this time. His penis, which was gradually growing bigger, continued to go in and out of Yang Kun's mouth. I saw Lao Du pull Xiaolan over and make her climb on top of Yang Kun. In this way, Xiaolan's vagina, which had been ravaged by Lao Feng, was pressed against Yang Kun's head and was clearly displayed in front of me, while her mouth was pressed against Yang Kun's genitals. I, Lao Du, pulled my big cock out of Yang Kun's vagina and held it to Xiao Lan's mouth:

"Come on, give your big brother a suck!" "Ha," Xiao Lan laughed,

"Wow, big brother, you really came up with this idea, who did you learn it from!" Xiao Lan obediently took the wet cock into her mouth and sucked it a few times, but Lao Du pulled it out again and thrust it into Yang Kun's vagina again. He thrust it in and out a few times, then pulled it out again and put it in Xiao Lan's mouth. In this way, Lao Du's cock frequently went in and out of Xiao Lan's mouth and Yang Kun's vagina. While they were going in and out, the two of them laughed and joked without any regard for anything else.

Looking at this ridiculous scene in front of me, my cock suddenly stood up, and I imitated Lao Du, stuffing my erect cock into Xiao Lan's vagina, thrusting it in and out a few times, then pulling it out and stuffing it into Yang Kun's mouth under Xiao Lan.

"Hahaha," Old Feng, standing to the side, clapped his hands enthusiastically:

"Hahaha, good, good, so satisfying, so satisfying!"...Chapter Thirty-Five "Hey, buddy!" Old Feng could no longer contain his excitement. He eagerly nudged me:

"Let me have a go, it's fucking awesome!"

"Here you go!"

"Thanks!" Old Feng happily stood in front of the bed and thrust his long-awaited cock into Xiaolan's vagina. He imitated Old Du, inserting it into Xiaolan's vagina for a while, then pulling it out and putting it into Yang Kun's mouth, and so on and so forth.

I walked to the side, very disappointed. Bored, I lit a cigarette and, while exhaling smoke, watched the four of them—two men and two women—perform with abandon. I muttered to myself: This old Feng, what's with the "thank you!"? Two businesswoman women needed your help, so you should have taken advantage of them in self-defense. As for me, I'm just benefiting from your help. If anyone should say "thank you," it should be you!

"Xiaolan!" Old Du continued his enthusiastic fuss, saying to Xiaolan across from him,

"Xiaolan, do your best! Make sure you serve your Brother Feng well!"

"Of course," Xiaolan said happily,

"Do I need to remind you, Brother? I'll definitely serve you comfortably, Brother! Isn't it fun?"

"Good," Old Feng nodded,

"Good, great! This is truly an eye-opener!"

"Is it satisfying?"

"Satisfying, fucking satisfying!"

"Well, Brother, you can play as much as you want, hehe!"

"Little brother," Old Du wiped the sweat from his forehead,

"Come here, you... ah, so tiring!"

"Thank you, Brother!" I threw away my cigarette butt, stood in front of the bed, and first put my penis into Xiaolan's mouth. Xiaolan looked up at me,

"This time, don't ejaculate too early!"

"I won't!" I said, and Old Feng across from me grinned,

"Hehe, this is so satisfying!"

"Ah," I pulled my penis out of Xiaolan's mouth and, with a soft "plop," inserted it into Yang Kun's vagina. I spread Yang Kun's vagina apart with my hands, watching with a grin as my penis went in and out of Yang Kun's beautiful vagina. Xiaolan also lowered her head to watch with me. Suddenly, I had a whimsical idea and grabbed Xiaolan's head:

"Miss, lick it, lick it, lick Yang Kun..."

"Hehe, fun!" After saying that, Xiaolan started licking Yang Kun's genitals and my penis. Seeing this, Lao Feng across from us followed suit. He lifted Yang Kun's head:

"Miss, lick it."

"Okay, brother!"

"Wow," Lao Du perked up again:

"Such a vivid imagination!" He walked to Lao Feng's side and touched Xiaolan's anus with his fingers:

"Alright, we've played this game enough. Now, we should study this place!"

"Ouch," noticing Lao Du poking at her anus, Xiaolan immediately stopped giving Yang Kun oral sex. She turned her head away:

"Big brother, what's wrong? You want to fuck my ass again?"

"Of course I want to! I fucking love fucking ass!"

"Big brother," Xiaolan hesitated,

"Big brother, your dick is too thick, and my asshole is too small. I'm so scared!"

"It's okay, hang in there!"

"Big brother, after you fucked my ass last time, I saw blood when I pooped. It hurt so much! I didn't dare sit in a chair for more than half a month!"

Old Du ignored Xiaolan's nagging and continued to dig into Xiaolan's anus with his rough fingers. Xiaolan was still shaken and frowned as she said:

“Brother, my purse is on the counter. There’s a cosmetic box inside. Can you take it and put something on it? It’ll make you slippery!”

“Okay,” Old Du grabbed Xiaolan’s cosmetic box, opened a balm lid, and scooped out a piece of balm powder and put it on Xiaolan’s anus:

“Wow, this is a good idea. It’s not only slippery, but it also smells nice!” After saying that, Old Du pushed Old Feng:

“Tiezi, come on, let’s try something else!” Old Du dragged Xiaolan to another bed, lay down, and lifted Xiaolan up to his waist. Xiaolan watched in fear as Old Du slowly inserted his thick, black penis into her anus:

“Oh, it’s so swollen!”

Old Feng couldn’t be idle. He had finally found this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he didn’t get his fill, he would have lived in vain. He moved to my side, took Yang Kun’s two beautiful legs from my hands, and started thrusting wildly.

"Brother," seeing me idle, Lao Du shouted,

"Come here, don't just stand there, fuck her!"

So, I straddled Xiaolan's waist and inserted my penis into her vagina. Two dicks thrust in and out of her two holes simultaneously. Xiaolan moaned incessantly, her mouth agape:

"Ah--, ah--, ah--,"

"Big Brother," Lao Feng also began to examine Yang Kun's anus. Yang Kun muttered in fear,

"Big Brother, be gentle, I'm so scared!"

"You," Lao Feng asked while applying balm to Yang Kun's anus,

"Have you never done anal sex before?"

"No, no, never, I'm too scared!"

"Ah--," Lao Du pulled out his big dick and said to me,

"Come on, let's change places!"

I was placed under Xiaolan by Lao Du, taking over Lao Du's task and continuing to thrust into Xiaolan's anus. Lao Du, on the other hand, made Xiaolan give him oral sex. Xiaolan smiled bitterly:

“Big brother, you just pulled it out of her ass and you're already putting it in her mouth!”

“Heh heh,” Old Du asked smugly,

“How does it taste?”

“It stinks!”

“Ouch--,” Yang Kun cried out from the other bed. I turned around and saw Old Feng trying to insert his penis into Yang Kun’s anus. Yang Kun was obviously inexperienced; it seemed she had never had anal sex before. Her snow-white body trembled violently. When Old Feng recklessly pushed his penis into her anus, Yang Kun almost begged in a sob,

“Big brother, gently, gently, slowly, slowly…” Inadvertently, my eyes met Yang Kun’s. I saw tears welling up in her eyes, her thin lips tightly clenched:

“Ugh--oh--ah--ah--…”

Yang Kun groaned in pain, her slender hand trembling as she scratched around her anus:

“It hurts, it really hurts!”

"Xiaokun," Xiaolan comforted him, seeing his condition,

"It's okay, don't be afraid. Just hold on a little longer, poke around a bit, loosen it up, and it'll be fine. The first time I had my ass fucked, I was terrified, it hurt like hell, but after a while, it didn't hurt so much anymore. Sigh," Xiaolan suddenly sighed, "

It's just the aftermath that's painful. It hurt for days on end, I didn't even dare to strain when I pooped!"

I didn't want to see Yang Kun's pitiful state anymore, so I turned my face back to continue thrusting into Xiaolan's anus, while my other hand dug into her vagina. Old Du stood in front of Xiaolan, his big cock slapping against her mouth. He turned his head to Old Feng:

"Old Du, how does it feel to have your ass fucked?"

"Oh," Old Feng replied happily,

"It's incredibly good, so tight, tighter than a virgin! The first time I fucked my wife on my wedding night, she wasn't this tight!"

"Really!" Yang Kun was no longer nervous and asked Old Feng with a smile:

"Big brother, is it really that good?"

"Good, good, really good, so comfortable, miss, does it still hurt?"

"No, no," Yang Kun shook his head and said seductively,

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Then, just hold on a little longer, I'm about to cum!"

"No, big brother, don't rush, little sister can hold on, big brother must have a good time!"

"Ah--," as he spoke, Old Feng suddenly roared:

"Ah--, ah--, I, I, I can't take it anymore! I, I can't take it anymore,..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Feng's body trembled violently, and without asking, he ejaculated. He gritted his teeth and pulled his penis out of Yang Kun's anus, immediately drawing out a pool of white semen. Yang Kun let out a long sigh of relief, but just as she was about to sit up, Lao Du slipped over:

"Little sister, I'm here too!"

"Oh," Yang Kun forced a smile again, grabbing Lao Du's penis:

"Hehe, big brother, come on!"

With that, Yang Kun helped Lao Du move his penis to the slightly open anus. Lao Du thrust hard, and his large penis slammed into Yang Kun's anus with a whoosh. Yang Kun exclaimed,

"Ouch, it's so thick!" Then, she smiled at Lao Du, silently enduring his frenzied thrusting:

"Big brother, is it good?"

"Yes, really good! Lao Feng wasn't wrong, it's really tight!"

"Hehe, is it fun?"

"Fun, so much fun!"

“Well then, big brother, go ahead and have your fun,” Yang Kun said, stroking Lao Du’s body with a fawning smile. Lao Du became even more excited, his movements becoming more vigorous.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” Lao Du roared,

“Ah, I, I can’t take it anymore, little sister, your anus is so good, so tight, even tighter than a virgin’s pee! I, I, I can’t take it anymore!”

Lao Du finally ejaculated into Yang Kun’s anus, and he jumped off the bed happily. I stared blankly at Yang Kun, wondering to myself: Is her anus really that amazing?

“Hehe,” seeing me staring at her for so long, Yang Kun waved her hand at me:

“What, big brother, do you want to try it too?”

“Yes,” I nodded!

"Then, come on!"

I had no reason to refuse, so I pushed Xiaolan aside and jumped onto Yang Kun's bed. Yang Kun got up, stuck out his buttocks, and pointed his wide-open anus, filled with the semen of two men, directly at me. I was instantly aroused, and with a twist of my body, I easily inserted my penis into Yang Kun's anus. Yang Kun's anus was already incredibly smooth, and my penis, coated with the semen of Lao Du and Lao Feng, quickly went in and out, making a series of crisp sounds.

"Sigh," Old Feng, still reluctant to let go, played with Xiaolan's vagina after ejaculating:

"It was so good, I haven't had enough!"

"Then, let's keep playing!" Xiaolan grinned lewdly, spreading her legs:

"Come on, let's keep fighting!"

"Sigh," Old Feng flicked his limp penis with his finger:

"It's done for, it can't take it anymore!"

"Hehe, big brother, if you still want to play, little sister will find a way to get you started again!"

"Come on," Old Du put his penis into Xiaolan's mouth, and the two of them talked while performing oral sex:

"I heard there's a new type of condom that comes out recently, with barbs. They say it pricks the girls so much they scream. I have to get one sometime and see how it feels!"

"Okay, get one, little sister, let you try it and see what it's like!"

"..."

"Ah, ah, ah," Yang Kun's anus was indeed different from others, and it quickly brought me the urge to ejaculate. Like the previous two men, I started panting heavily:

"Ouch, ouch," my eyes went blank, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. Yang Kun sensed that I was about to ejaculate, and his snow-white buttocks moved in perfect coordination. I became even more out of control, and my mind gradually became confused.

"Damn," in a slight dizziness, I suddenly heard Lao Du mutter under his breath,

"Damn, what thorny thing? I've used them, they're nothing like what you described. The girl didn't react at all. Look at this thing, how about it!"

With that, Lao Du grabbed his small purse, swiftly pulled something out, and displayed it in front of Xiaolan:

"Little sister, have you tried this thing?"

"Ah," Xiaolan's eyes widened in surprise:

"What, what is this thing? It's so long, so thick! Brother, your penis is thick enough, this thing is even bigger than your penis! Hehe..."

"It looks like a fake penis!" Lao Feng said speculatively:

"It's a fake penis!"

"But why does it have short hair?" Xiaolan continued to ask.

"Yeah, I often go to sex shops, I've seen all kinds of fake penises, but I've never seen a fake penis with hair like this!" Lao Feng muttered.

"Hehe, never seen this before, have you? Come on, little sister, have a taste!"

Old Du pried Xiaolan's thighs apart and shoved the hairy dildo into her vagina, stirring it around with a squelching sound.

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

Xiaolan cried out,

"It's so prickly, so prickly, so itchy!"

"Oh--Ouch--," I sighed, and with a whoosh, I ejaculated into Yang Kun's anus. Yang Kun sat up, and a large puddle of semen rolled out of her anus. She grabbed a towel and wiped it repeatedly:

"Sigh, all three of our things have been shot into my asshole, so much, so sticky!"

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

Lao Du continued to thrust wildly into Xiaolan's vagina with his dildo. Xiaolan looked up at the sky and exclaimed in surprise:

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

"Ouch--Ouch--Wow--Ah--,"

I looked at Lao Du and Xiaolan with great curiosity: What kind of dildo is this? Is it really that special? From Xiaolan's screams, I could tell she wasn't faking it, deliberately acting lewd to please the two men; she was genuinely suffering from the pain.

I dragged my weary body over quietly. Just then, Lao Du pulled the dildo out of Xiaolan's vagina. I glanced down and my eyes lit up: Ah, so that's it! Lao Du was about to thrust it back in when I caught him off guard and grabbed it. I slowly brought the dildo, dripping with Xiaolan's fluids, to my eyes. My heart surged with emotion, like a calm sea suddenly whipped into a violent storm, whipping up towering waves.

"Damn, what are you looking at? Don't recognize it? Never seen it before!" Lao Du smugly stared at me.

I stood on the floor like a log, still clutching that strange dildo in my hand. It was much longer and thicker than a normal adult male's penis, increasing in diameter towards the base. Its head curved upwards, forming a gentle semi-circle, densely covered with fine, pale yellow hairs. A slight touch with my fingers caused the rounded, long body to tremble slightly. Pinching or twisting it revealed that the seemingly soft hairs were surprisingly irritating. No wonder Xiaolan was screaming incessantly; the dense hairs repeatedly scraped against the tender vaginal walls, creating an unbearable, intense itching sensation. Its surface was a thin layer of soft skin, incredibly soft to the touch, while beneath the skin lay a hard core. Wow--, it really looks like a dick! It looks fleshy, but like an erect penis, beneath the smooth foreskin lies incredible hardness. As I stared at it, a sudden pang of sadness gripped me, and tears welled up, blurring my vision.

...Guess what this hairy, peculiar fake dick is?

Let me tell you something else: I did another shameless thing, but surprisingly, I feel quite at peace with myself, like I'm helping someone out of poverty!

Most shameless people know a thing or two when it comes to gambling; otherwise, they can't survive in society. If two shameless people meet, things get interesting. After a few rounds, they both know what's going on, throw down their cards: "Damn it, let's quit!"

Seeing these scoundrels team up to fool and trick people, I always secretly laugh at the victims: "Damn, what a bunch of swindlers! Play, play, play until you lose this year and next, until you've lost your mind and don't even know what happened!" To paraphrase an old scoundrel: "They'll play you to death!"

Therefore, I advise netizens, never participate in gambling. Gambling is a nightmare!

Gambling, gambling, it's like celebrating the New Year every day.

After winning, they go to restaurants. To be honest, these scoundrels aren't stingy; they know how to live, but they don't know how to save money. The money they win either goes to restaurants or bathhouses—it's not easy money, and it doesn't go anywhere good either.

These scoundrels also have another purpose when they go to restaurants: to seduce the restaurant owner's wife. If the restaurant owner is a hypocrite and won't allow it, fine, they just won't eat there anymore!

To make a living, most of the restaurant owners reluctantly obliged. They had no choice; decent people don't eat out every day, and these scoundrels were truly untouchable. They'd come in large groups, filling a whole table. Sometimes, there weren't enough seats, so they'd even push two tables together. They'd drink and drink, endlessly, and when it came time to pay, they'd give you the exact amount—enough for most of your small restaurant's day's revenue, enough to sell countless bowls of beef noodles.

I didn't play cards much, not really interested. But one of the scoundrels suggested we take a small-time contractor, who had some money, to a restaurant.

We'd win, and he'd say, "Here's the money!"

Which restaurant? That was up to him. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

It was a very simple little restaurant. The owner was a woman around fifty, clearly a decent person, feigning concern for us scoundrels just to make a living. The first time I visited, she gave me special attention: "Who are you?"

At the table, the foreman, still unconvinced, started gesturing again. He drank some alcohol, acted arrogant, and pulled out loose change, scattering it everywhere. The landlady, exclaiming in surprise, frantically picked it up, moving chairs and climbing tables, while the scoundrels cast disdainful glances.

"Sister," I said, also getting into the swing of things, grabbing the landlady who was rummaging through the loose change and generously stuffing the large sum of money I'd just won (no, to be precise, cheated) into her hand: "

Here, a tip! "

The landlady immediately beamed, bowing and scraping.

"Ah, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep!"

"There's a bed in the back room!"

So, the landlady helped me up and led me to the back room. I took the opportunity to grope and pry, and even on the bed, I wouldn't let go of the landlady. Two fingers pried at her until she screamed in pain.

Later, after we got to know each other better, we got married!

Then, I learned that the landlady's husband suffered from severe diabetes. As for how severe it was, once, after we finished drinking at his restaurant, we invited him to take a bath together. It was dark, and when crossing the street, he couldn't see the road, so Di Ba Zi had to lead him across like a blind man . While bathing, he urinated on the paving stones; it was thick and yellow, and the water flowed for a long time without washing it away.

Even more distressing was that the landlady's son had cerebral palsy; he looked exactly like a Chinese Yokori Keiji!

What a pitiful family, entirely dependent on the landlady.

One day, Di Ba Zi brought the landlady to me. The landlady pulled out her household registration booklet:

"Xiao Zhang, winter is coming, and the heating will be turned on soon, but I can't afford the heating bill! Can you help me?"

"How can you help?"

"The house belongs to my father-in-law. When he was alive, his workplace helped him so he didn't have to pay the heating bill. But this spring, he got sick and died, and his household registration was cancelled." The landlady opened the household registration booklet and pointed to the police station's official seal:

"Xiao Zhang, can you find a way to cancel this?"

"Hmm, forge it, deceive the heating company?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

The landlady left with Di Ba Zi in disappointment.

The next day, I quietly found the landlady alone:

"Sister, give me the household registration booklet."

"Xiao Zhang, didn't you say you couldn't do it?" the landlady asked coldly.

"Big sister, you don't know, with Di Ba Zi around, I can't agree to your request!"

"Him?"

"He's too wicked, he tricked me, I suffered a great loss!"

"I understand! Xiao Zhang, can you remove this stamp?"

"Big sister, it's a piece of cake, leave it to me, just wait, I'll bring it back to you tonight!"

"Smack," the landlady kissed me with immense gratitude!

Chapter Thirty-Six "Damn," Old Du stared at me in confusion, his eyes revealing disdain:

"A grown man like you, why are you crying? Are you scared by this hairy fake penis? No? Then, are you having fun fucking?"

"No, big brother, as soon as I saw this thing, I thought of a woman, she once gave me one," I asked Old Du, waving my hairy fake penis:

"Big brother, where did you get such a big deer antler? Did you buy it from a pharmacy?"

"Oh, so it's a deer antler!" Xiao Lan clicked her tongue, her eyes immediately brightening, her face radiating envy:

"Ah, I've heard that deer antler is very, very expensive! I'd only ever heard of it before, but today I finally see the real thing! It's huge, it must be worth a lot of money!" She snatched it away, examining it greedily, turning it over and over as if admiring a treasure. Then, she brought it to her nose and sniffed it. Soon, she frowned:

"Wow, what's that smell? It stinks!"

Old Feng peered intently closer:

"Deer antler, deer antler, so it's deer antler! Let me see, let me see... Ah, it's fleshy and hairy, but the smell isn't very pleasant. Before, the deer antler I saw in pharmacies was always cut into small pieces. So this is what it looks like, like a big, hairy penis! Hehe, yes, deer antler is quite precious. In pharmacies, a small piece of deer antler sells for tens of yuan!"

"Damn, that's processed dried goods, of course it's expensive. The moisture is basically dried out," Old Du said professionally.

"This is a water antler, just cut from a deer's head. It's from my deer farm. A few days ago, some old customers from inside the pass wanted to buy my deer antlers, so I cut some off and sold a batch. They said: this stuff is very good for the body, especially for enhancing male virility! When I heard that this stuff could enhance male virility, I damn well kept one, planning to find someone knowledgeable to process it for me and see how to eat it to achieve the desired effect! What, brother, you recognize this stuff too? Looks like you're quite familiar with it!"

"Raising deer? Brother, you raise deer? Where do you raise deer? In the deer-producing region?"

"Yes, brother, you know about the deer-producing region too!"

"Brother," I was extremely excited and rushed towards Lao Du:

"Brother, come, give me a hug!" I hugged Lao Du's bear-like, thick body tightly:

“Brother, we’re really destined to meet! Ah—Luxiang, such a beautiful place, has a woman I love the most! Her father also raises deer, and she gave me such a long and thick fresh deer antler!”

“Haha, brother, you’ve been to Luxiang. Hmm, Luxiang is indeed a good place. Otherwise, back then, the emperor wouldn’t have chosen that place to raise deer. I’ve heard from the old people in Luxiang that several emperors of the Qing Dynasty visited Luxiang. It’s truly a blessed land. So, is there a woman you love in Luxiang?”

“Yes!”

“Who? Tell me, let me see if I know her!”

“Xiaohong, my nanny!”

“Xiaohong? Not very familiar! I’ve only been raising deer in Luxiang for less than a year, and this is the first batch of antlers! Xiaohong, how is she now? Do you want to marry her?”

“She’s already married. I really wanted to marry her. At that time, I was in college, and we were secretly in love. But then my mother found out, and she ruined our relationship!”

“Hehe,” Old Du said:

“Yes, if I were your mother, I would have ruined it too. Why would a handsome young man like you, a government employee, insist on marrying a country girl?”

“What?” Yang Kun, standing nearby, looked displeased.

“Country girl? What’s wrong with a country girl? Are country girls inferior?” She then turned to me.

“Brother, it seems you truly love Xiaohong. Seeing this large deer antler reminded you of her, and the sight brought tears to your eyes. Ah, based on that alone, I think you’re a very sentimental person!”

“Miss, I truly love her. Back then, we were madly in love, inseparable. If it weren’t for my mother interfering, we would have been married long ago!”

“Sigh,” Yang Kun sincerely took my hand, sighed, and tears welled in her beautiful eyes.

"In the eyes of city dwellers, rural people are born inferior. A white household registration booklet relegates them to another world, another society. Brother, to be honest, I'm also from the countryside. When I was in school, I had a boyfriend, a classmate. He was smart and handsome. That year, we both got into university, and my younger brother also got into university. But, my father died early, and my mother couldn't afford to support two university students by farming. So, I... dropped out of school... My boyfriend went to university and became a city dweller, and his mother ruined your relationship! Waaah," Yang Kun said, and then he burst into tears.

"Waaah, I don't know what bad things I did in my past life to be reborn in the countryside, farming, with no future, never a chance to turn my life around! After my boyfriend broke up with me, I swore I would never waste my life in this hopeless, bleak land. I'm going to work hard, by any means necessary, to build my own career and achieve something to show my ex. So, I'm going to make money, make money, make money, make money! As long as I make enough money, I can buy a city residency permit, become a city dweller, and say goodbye to the countryside forever!"

"Yeah," I echoed indignantly.

"Damn it, who came up with this terrible idea? We're all human, all Chinese, yet we're rigidly divided into two categories: city dwellers with red household registration certificates, and rural people with white ones. Miss, I always wonder, what's the fundamental difference between China's household registration system and South Africa's system of racial discrimination? Miss, what you're saying about buying a city household registration with a huge sum of money to change your status—how is that any different from redeeming a slave? A small piece of paper like the household registration certificate has caused so many human tragedies. My aunt, just because she had a rural household registration, broke up with her boyfriend and married an uneducated butcher who couldn't even write his own name. Every time I visit her, she always says sadly to me: 'What's the point of being an aunt now? Just making do,' her heart is as cold as ice water!..."

"Hey," Old Du waved his hand, interrupting me.

"Forget it, forget it, forget it all. Everyone's having a good time, let's not talk about these upsetting things. What can we do to change this? Why are we worrying about it? It's just making trouble for ourselves. Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm so hungry, I really want to eat something! Let's go!"

"Miss," I hugged Yang Kun affectionately,

"Don't cry, I sympathize with you. Sigh, there are always so many regrets in this world, lovers who can't be together. Come on, don't think about these upsetting things, let's go drink, Miss. As two people in the same boat, I'll treat you. Miss, what would you like to eat?"

"Dog—meat—!" Yang Kun answered, sobbing. I grinned,

"Miss, didn't you just eat dog meat stew with tofu? Why do you want to eat dog meat again? Aren't you sick of it?" Yang Kun wiped away his tears and insisted:

"Brother, I... I just love eating dog meat, but Mom won't let me. Mom loves dogs the most. If there's anything good to eat at home, she won't eat it herself, and she won't give it to us kids either, she'll feed it to the dogs. At home, Mom absolutely forbids me from eating dog meat, haha, and we can't afford it anyway, dog meat is very expensive. After I started messing around in the city, I always secretly eat dog meat."

"Alright then, Miss, a few days ago, when I was having dinner with my boss, I accidentally found a very authentic Korean restaurant. Their dog meat is very special and delicious. Let's go, let's go to Gaolitun."

"Okay," Old Du gave me a thumbs up:

"Good, good, my brother is so thoughtful and values relationships. Yes, since we're kindred spirits, we should really drink together, chat, and exchange ideas. Okay, I'll have a good drink with you two!"

"Miss," when the dog meat was served, I deliberately pushed it in front of Yang Kun:

"Miss, eat up, eat up, this is the dog meat you like!"

"Hmph," Yang Kun picked up his chopsticks and pouted at me:

"Big brother, from now on, don't keep calling me 'Miss, Miss.' Nowadays, everyone knows what 'Miss' means. It's a euphemism for prostitution, a prostitute. Big brother, I'm not a prostitute. I've done everything, but I've never been a prostitute. Big brother, please, please don't call me 'Miss' anymore, okay?"

"Okay, here, eat," I picked up a piece of dog meat and held it to Yang Kun's mouth:

"Little Yang, come on, eat," Yang Kun picked up one end of the dog meat strips and moved closer to me. I understood and picked up the other end. The two of us ridiculously tore at each other, making everyone laugh. With a crunch, the shredded dog meat was torn apart and swallowed. Yang Kun coquettishly hugged my head and gave me a kiss:

"Thank you for treating me to dog meat!"

"Dog meat is expensive!" Old Feng muttered as he chewed a piece of shredded dog meat:

"These days, even a not-so-big dog can sell for several hundred yuan!"

Everyone reached for their chopsticks, and in an instant, the dog meat on the plate was almost gone, revealing the white bottom. Seeing Yang Kun eating with relish, I raised my voice, ready to call for another plate, when Old Du mysteriously waved his hand at me. Before I could understand what he meant, Old Du shouted coldly:

"Waiter!"

"Hey, uncle, what's up!"

"What's up, damn it," Old Du pointed to the plate with only a few pieces of dog meat left and yelled at the waiter:

"Look for yourself, huh?"

"This," the waiter looked at the plate and was immediately stunned:

"What, what happened here!"

"What's going on? Who are you asking?!"

While I was chatting sweetly with Yang Kun, my gaze slowly shifted to the plate. Heh heh, in the center of the plate lay a gleaming, utterly disgusting fly corpse. The waiter helplessly picked up the plate:

"Uncle, don't be angry, I'll ask the boss to get you another plate."

After the waiter left the room, Lao Du gestured to everyone, and they immediately understood that Lao Du was behind it. They exchanged knowing smiles, and Lao Du said smugly:

"Hehe, paying for one plate, getting two plates of dog meat!"

"Brother," Yang Kun asked me seriously,

"Do you still see each other?"

"Who?"

"Xiao Hong!"

"No," I shook my head in disappointment,

"No, we don't see each other anymore!"

"Why? Doesn't she love you anymore?"

"No, I'm afraid to go to her house!"

"Hehe, her man doesn't welcome you!"

"Xiao Yang, if it were you, and after you married someone else, I still came to your house to see you, would your husband welcome me?"

"Hehe!"

"After the breakup, although I really wanted to see Xiao Hong, she always appeared in my dreams, but I just didn't dare to go. Xiao Yang, think about it, wouldn't that be too awkward? If I went to her house, firstly, I would interfere with her family life and cause trouble for her family. Secondly, her husband might fight me. Xiao Yang, that's their territory. I'm outnumbered and outmatched. If a fight really broke out, I would only suffer losses. Maybe, I might even lose my life..."

"Damn," Old Du put down his chopsticks dismissively upon hearing this:

"Damn, who is it? Who's so arrogant that they dare to kill someone?"

"Brother," I replied:

"As the saying goes, adultery leads to murder. It's not uncommon. Not to mention someone far away, do you know XXX?"

"Yeah, I know him. The Flower King, damn it, that guy's made a fortune. I even bought flowers from him as gifts. Damn it, that guy's a rip-off, he's so damn greedy, he dares to ask for the highest price, and he doesn't haggle. You tell me, isn't that amazing? That's the price, take it or leave it, damn it..."

"Yeah, brother, you're absolutely right. My mom bought flowers from him too, and when she got back she scolded him for being so greedy, asking for exorbitant prices! He got rich from growing flowers and got carried away, messing around with women everywhere..."

"Of course," Old Du wholeheartedly agreed:

"Damn, who doesn't play around with women when they have money? If you have money and don't play around with women, you're the biggest idiot in the world. Money, if you don't spend it, who are you going to give it to? Hmm? Leave it at home and let it grow mold? Money that you don't spend is like a stone!"

"This guy also slept with his nanny. Later, she went back to her hometown and got married, but he still drove to her house every few days. Her husband, unable to bear it any longer, in a fit of rage, killed him..." I made a throat-slitting gesture with my chopsticks.

"Oh," Old Du nodded:

"Yes, I've heard that XXX died because of a woman. Yeah, thinking about it carefully, it really wasn't worth it. Losing his life for a woman who's already someone else's wife, someone else has already had his fill of sex, isn't worth it!"

"When Xiaohong had just gotten married, I couldn't bear the pain of losing her. In a moment of impulsiveness, I took a long-distance bus to Luxiang and barged into Xiaohong's house without thinking much about it."

"How was it? Did you fight?"

"No, but the atmosphere was incredibly tense. Xiaohong's husband glared at me fiercely, like he was glaring at an irreconcilable enemy!"

"Hmm, you know what I mean," Yang Kun interjected,

"It's the hatred of a father's murderer and the hatred of a wife's theft!"

"But," Old Feng chimed in,

"Brother, Xiaohong loved you first, and her husband married her afterward. It's not like the usual kind of seduction of a married woman. Little Yang says it's the hatred of a wife's theft, but I don't think that's quite accurate. So, Xiaohong's husband shouldn't hate you like that!"

“Yeah, he hates me, and I fucking hate him too! I hate that he stole my Xiaohong. Just thinking about my beloved Xiaohong being pinned down by him makes me, I, I fucking want to cry. I always thought that Xiaohong belonged to me, and only I had the right to pin her down. But look at how he hated me! He practically wanted to pounce on me and tear me to pieces!”

“And then?” Yang Kun asked me.

"Later, Xiaohong's father found out I had barged into Xiaohong's house, so he rushed over and led me away. That day, at Xiaohong's father's house, I drank a whole bottle and a half of baijiu. Because I was in a bad mood, I drank too fast, and as a result, my heart started racing, pounding faster and faster, and I could hardly breathe. At that moment, I thought I was going to die. I lay stiffly on the kang (a heated brick bed), calling out, calling out: Xiaohong, Xiaohong, Xiaohong, Xiaohong..."

"Haha, you're so devoted!" Yang Kun laughed.

"Brother, how long has it been since you last saw Xiaohong?"

"More than three years. I haven't seen Xiaohong for more than three years!"

"Oh, more than three years, more than a thousand days. That's so long, so hard to endure. Hehe, so, brother, do you want to see Xiaohong?"

"Of course I do! But I'm too scared to go!"

"Damn it," Lao Du slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Damn it, too scared to go? What are you afraid of? Brother, tell me, do you want to see Xiaohong or not?"

“I miss her so much, brother! I dream about her! I want to see Xiaohong so badly, even just for a glimpse. As long as I see her alive and well, I'll be content…”

“Let’s go,” Old Du pushed his wine glass away with a clatter, pulling out his car keys:

“Let’s go to Deer Village… Damn, what’s so great about that? I just don’t believe in fate, I just want to go for the tough stuff, for the thrill, for the excitement. Let’s go to Deer Village, find Xiaohong, fulfill my brother’s wish of so many years, let her see her sweetheart, and everyone can also see my deer farm! Hehe…”

Chapter Thirty-Seven “Here,” Old Du said as he walked, shoving the large deer antler into my hand:

“Here you go, this deer antler is for you. In the future, whenever you think of Xiaohong, take it out and look at it!” “No, no,” I refused.

"Brother, this won't do! How can I accept something so valuable? No, no, I can't take it!" "Damn it, stop talking nonsense. Just take it." Then, Old Du said to the others,

"My deer farm has a batch of antlers that will be harvested soon. When that happens, I'll give each of you a hairy dildo. Use it to fuck your cunts whenever you want!" "Hahaha, thank you, brother!" The car quickly drove out of the city and onto the highway. Old Feng sat in the front, and Yang Kun, Xiaolan, and I sat in the back. I sat between two young women, with one in each arm:

"Ah, I'm so excited! I'll see Xiaohong soon!" After saying that, I kissed Xiaolan, then turned my face and smacked Yang Kun. Yang Kun wiped the saliva off his face:

"Hehe, look how happy you are, just like a country kid getting dressed for the New Year. Oh—take it easy, don't get too carried away! Hehe, big brother, is Xiaohong really that good?" "Of course, otherwise, why would I love her so much!" Yang Kun asked. 02-16 12

"Is she pretty?" "So-so! Not really pretty!" "Then, what do you like about her?" "What, Xiao Yang, do you think a woman can only be liked and loved if she's pretty? Besides, what is pretty? What is beautiful? Some women do have very outstanding faces, but when they start talking, wow, forget it, I'd better stay far away and never bother with them again. As for Xiao Hong, I can't really say what I like about her, I just like her!" "Hehe," Xiao Lan chuckled lewdly,

"I think it must be because of her skills, she's got you all smitten! Hehehe," "Big brother," Yang Kun asked me, blushing,

"Really, big brother, how well is Xiao Hong in bed? I bet she's really good, she's got you completely wrapped around her little finger, otherwise, why would you like her so much! Big brother, can you tell me how well she does?" "Haha," Lao Feng laughed.

"What, are you discussing academic issues about sex?" "Hehe," Yang Kun smiled at Lao Feng and continued to ask me,

"Brother, tell me, how good is she at serving men?" "How good?" I thought for a moment:

"Well, it's hard to say. Anyway, what impressed me most was that Xiao Hong was very obedient. She was completely devoted to me. I asked her to do whatever she wanted, and she did everything she could to satisfy me!" "So, you can't forget her!" "Hehe," Xiao Lan interjected:

"Does she dare not be completely obedient to you? She's waiting to marry you!" "After Mom found out, she sent her home, but she secretly ran back. We rented a run-down house on the edge of the city. We were broke; we couldn't afford a nice place in the city. During the day, Xiaohong washed dishes and waited tables at a small restaurant, working over ten hours a day. After a month of hard work, the meager earnings were barely enough to pay the rent. As for groceries and food, I saved from my own food allowance. Sigh, back then, we were so damn poor. Mom didn't give me much money; she was financially controlling me. Tell me, what did Xiaohong want from clinging to me? So, when I think about the hardships Xiaohong went through with me, I want to cry!" "What did she want?" Xiaolan said,

"She wanted to marry you! She wouldn't have endured this hardship without some ulterior motive!" "But," I explained,

"that's absolutely impossible. Mom said she'd rather die than agree!" I became sad again.

"At that time, my mind was filled with Xiaohong, Xiaohong. As a result, I failed several subjects during the exams. My mother was so angry that she cried her eyes out, and I was anxious too. How could this go on? Would I be able to graduate? So, I had to harden my heart and catch up on my studies. I visited Xiaohong less often. After more than ten days, I couldn't hold back any longer and rushed to Xiaohong's place. As soon as we met, Xiaohong cried. She said that she was sleeping alone in the empty house, feeling cold and scared. But I didn't have time to come every day. I hugged Xiaohong and wanted to make love, but Xiaohong sighed and said, 'I'm on my period!'" "Ha, red light, that's it, can't do it! What a waste of time!" Old Du pretended to be gloating.

"Yeah, you only come once every ten days or so. It's so hard to get together, but we ran into a red light. So, what are you going to do? Keep holding back?" Xiaolan looked at me with a grin, also pretending to be gloating.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't hold back! Xiaohong is so wonderful! Just thinking about her makes my penis hard, let alone seeing her. I didn't care about anything else, and without saying a word, I started tearing off Xiaohong's clothes: 'It's okay, it's okay!'" "What?!" Yang Kun exclaimed in surprise.

"What, bro, did you run a red light? Why do you have to do this? Why don't you let Xiaohong give you oral sex?" "Well, oral sex can certainly help me release my pent-up desire, but I prefer penetrating Xiaohong's vagina. At that stage, my obsession with Xiaohong's vagina reached an insane level. I went crazy and couldn't care less about anything else. I was so uncomfortable, so I just went for it. I stripped Xiaohong naked, ripped off the sanitary napkin, and shoved my penis hard into Xiaohong's bright red, foul-smelling vagina. With each thrust, a pool of menstrual blood was drawn out." "Wow," Yang Kun and Xiaolan covered their mouths:

"How disgusting!" "Xiaohong, you just let me do it?" "Didn't I tell you? No matter what, she goes along with me! I thrust and thrust, and the gushing menstrual blood flowed all over the floor. The low, damp, and narrow room was filled with the fishy smell of menstrual blood..." "Okay, okay," Yang Kun covered my mouth:

"Okay, okay, okay," before she could finish speaking, Yang Kun suddenly vomited in embarrassment. She quickly rolled down the car window:

"Cough—, cough—, cough—," After a long while, Yang Kun finally pulled her head back:

"Big brother, please stop talking, I can't take it anymore, big brother, this dog meat you treated me to is a waste, I'm throwing it all up!" "Finally," I couldn't stop talking, it was too unforgettable:

"Finally, my semen shot into Xiaohong's overflowing menstrual blood vagina, mixing with the menstrual blood, red in white, white in red, hehe!..." Yang Kun pressed her hand over my mouth without allowing me to say anything:

"Stop, stop, stop..." "Damn," Lao Du muttered:

"Damn, I didn't expect my little brother to have so many exciting things to do!" "Later, big brother," Yang Kun asked:

"How long did you two sneak around like that?" "A whole summer, ah, it was a summer I'll never forget, the most meaningful summer of my life, Xiao Yang," I said emotionally, grasping Yang Kun's slender hand.

"My story with Xiao Hong could fill a book!" "Then, go ahead and write it. Show it to me first, hehe," Yang Kun gently traced the back of my hand with his fingertips. I then grabbed Xiao Lan's white hand, and she asked,

"And then? Keep telling the story, it's quite interesting, enough to write a book!" "Sigh," I sighed with deep emotion.

"Sigh, happy times always fly by so quickly. In the blink of an eye, winter came. Our shabby house had no heating, the windows were single-pane, and the walls were so thin they didn't insulate at all. Lighting the stove provided a little warmth, but as soon as it went out, that pitiful amount of heat would seep away through the cracks in the walls within minutes. Damn it, in the coldest weather, I'd wake up feeling like I'd been hit with a stick, and my face was sore and tight. Xiaohong smiled at me: 'Hehe, Xiaoli, your face is covered in frost!' I looked at her: 'You too! That's good, no need for face powder anymore, God has done your makeup…'" "Hahaha, damn it," Lao Du mocked, "

You really went all out to play with women! How come you two didn't freeze to death?!" "Oh," Yang Kun muttered quietly,

"So, Big Brother's nickname is Xiaoli!" "The power of love is boundless," I continued with deep emotion.

"Ah—, love, love, your great power can overcome all hardships and difficulties. The blazing fire of love burns fiercely within us, like the great sun, never to be extinguished. Love, love, you are the bright red sun in the sky, your beams of incomparably warm rays completely driving away the cold from us. After Xiaohong got married, I rushed to her house without a second thought. It happened to be a cold winter. I got completely drunk at Xiaohong's father's house. The next day, when I was about to leave, Xiaohong insisted on seeing me off. On the cold, windswept country roadside, in the howling woods, we shivered with cold, desperately jumping and leaping with our hands, trying to gain a pitiful amount of warmth. Our lips were almost frozen purple, almost unable to open, but we still talked and talked. We had endless things to talk about!" My vision blurred again. Seeing this, Yang Kun took out a small handkerchief and wiped away my tears.

"Yes, it was truly an unforgettable love story!" "We finally managed to catch a long-distance bus, but I didn't want to get on. I really didn't want to leave Xiaohong so hastily. So, the bus drove away, and we continued to wait and chat. Another one came, but I still didn't want to get on. In the winter, when it was below minus twenty degrees Celsius and our breath was steaming, I waited for the bus from morning until it was almost dark. When the last long-distance bus arrived, I reluctantly jumped on. After the bus drove away, I clung to the window, looking and looking. Xiaohong outside was waving frantically at me until she disappeared below the horizon!" "Hehe," Old Feng exclaimed,

"This guy, you're so devoted!" "And then what? And then what?" Yang Kun listened, becoming more and more engrossed.

"Brother, tell me quickly, what happened next? How did you two break up?" "Later, Xiaohong caught a cold from the cold in that run-down house. I thought, if she kept enduring it like that, it wouldn't work. The cold winter would last for half a year, and she'd get sick from the cold. So, Xiaohong had to move into that little restaurant. I went to see her there every few days. We'd chat and chat intimately. In the restaurant's dining hall, when there weren't many customers, we'd secretly kiss and caress each other. Sometimes, when there weren't any customers, I'd caress Xiaohong's breasts. But there was nowhere for us to make love!" "Hahaha," everyone burst into laughter, suggesting:

"Go to a hotel!" "Go to a bathhouse and get a private room!" "Go to a hotel and get a single room!" "Hmph," I helplessly spread my hands.

"It's easier said than done. I'm a student with no income, and she's a factory worker whose wages are pitiful. Besides, when I was in school, it wasn't like now, where hotels, bathhouses, and inns are everywhere. We couldn't afford to rent rooms at the few hotels and bathhouses we could find. As for inns, they're the cheapest option, and we've been there a few times, always on edge, rushing around like thieves. But we can't afford to go to inns all the time. I remember the cheapest single room was twenty yuan a night. If we rented a single room, Xiaohong would have to work as a waitress for two days for free." "I washed the dishes for two days for nothing. During this time, I thought about borrowing some money from Sister Yin, but every time I went to her cigarette stand, I couldn't bring myself to ask. Yes, Sister Yin worked very hard to earn her money, how could I have the nerve to ask her for it and use her hard-earned money to book a single room in a hotel for that fleeting pleasure?" "Hehe, what a pitiful couple!" "We didn't have enough bullets in our pockets, so we couldn't afford a room. Instead, we sneaked into the movie theater. That winter, we went to almost every movie theater in our city. We always chose the last row. After the movie started, in the darkness, Xiaohong put her coat over her head, covering her face..." Then she knelt between my legs and quietly gave me oral sex, while I reached into her blouse and caressed her breasts, which I could never get enough of. Later, we felt that the movie theater was the truly ideal place; for just a few dollars, we could stay all night until dawn. That night, Xiaohong gave me oral sex again and again. In that long winter, Xiaohong didn't know how much of my semen she swallowed. "Ha, you're really something! It seems Xiaohong is indeed unforgettable!" "However, although the movie was good, and we could give each other oral sex to our hearts' content, there were also some unsatisfactory aspects. The seats were too narrow and too low, making it impossible for us to have normal intercourse." In other words, I can't insert my penis into Xiaohong's vagina. If I force it in, the movements are too large and too dangerous. If someone sees me, the consequences would be unimaginable! But I'm really tired of oral sex all the time. Oral sex is good and very comfortable, but like eating, if you eat the same dish three times a day, even if it's the best, you'll get tired of it eventually. Ah, I really want to penetrate Xiaohong! The more I stimulate Xiaohong's vagina, the stronger my desire to penetrate becomes. "Hahaha," "Then, what should we do?" "We braved the raging wind and the swirling snowflakes, searching all over the streets for an ideal place to have sex." "Have you found one?" Yang Kun asked eagerly.

"We searched and searched. At first, we thought about making love in the stairwell, but then we thought, 'What if someone suddenly opens their door or someone barges in from outside? We'd be caught red-handed!' After much deliberation, we finally decided that the park's woods at night was the most ideal and safest place for outdoor lovemaking." "So, you really made love in the park's woods?" "Yes, we did. We spread our pre-prepared cotton coats on the thick snow, then each of us took off our pants, and in the pitch-black woods, shivering in the howling cold wind, we carried out the most beautiful, most blissful, and greatest thing in the world." "Hehe, didn't you freeze to death?" "Sigh, every time after we made love, our butts and legs were freezing red!" "Serves you right!" Old Du said jokingly.

"Sigh, it's nothing. Want to make love? What can you do? Besides, making love in the snow has its own unique charm. We kept shivering, clinging tightly to each other, occasionally lifting our heads to gaze at the starry night sky through the bare tree trunks, breathing in the fresh, but icy air. That feeling…" "Damn," Old Du continued, feigning a curse,

"You're a bookworm after all. Anything you say, as long as you're happy and willing to do it, no matter how absurd or ridiculous it is, just adds a few words and it becomes beautiful and desirable. Damn, hearing you say that makes me want to too. This winter, I'll find a prostitute and make love in the park's woods, to experience it for myself!" "Careful," Old Feng joked,

"Don't let your dick freeze!" "Hehe," the two young women giggled.

"We finally found a place where we could have intercourse, so every few days after dark we'd go to the park. Ah, another beautiful night with bright stars. We slipped into the park's woods, wearing our overcoats, and hurriedly made love. We were naked from the waist down in the woods, embracing each other tightly, shivering as we did a ridiculous frog dance. Suddenly, a man's cold voice roared from behind: 'Get up, all of you! Look what you've done!'" "Ha," Old Du burst into laughter:

"You're done for, aren't you? The security team caught you!" "Hahaha," everyone laughed.

"Xiaohong and I jumped up in a panic. Xiaohong instinctively covered her lower body with her cotton coat, while I, naked from the waist down, still had my penis erect, ridiculously sticking up. Seeing the cold-faced man, my mind went blank for a second: 'It's over, it's over, this is it!'" Chapter Thirty-Eight. "Hmph," the man snorted darkly, then grabbed my collar: "Come on, to the police station!" I pleaded bitterly, "Brother, at least let us put our pants on before we go to the police station!" "Heh heh," the crowd sneered.

"Look at you, you're a complete mess!" "Alright, you two put them on!" The man nodded, and Xiaohong and I hurriedly pulled on our pants. I pulled out the only bill in my pocket and handed it to the man: "Brother, we're lovers, not a couple having a casual relationship, and certainly not prostitutes." "Damn it," the man cursed: "Lovers, lovers, is this how you date? If you're really lovers, you should be open about it at home, doing whatever you want, nobody cares. In this cold weather, you haven't forgotten about 'that,' you're really fucking carefree!" The man berated us while reaching out and unceremoniously snatching the bill: "What, you think this little bit of money can settle this?" "Brother," I pleaded, "I'm a student, this is all the money I have. We really are lovers, but our families don't approve." "So, then..." The man interrupted me: "Where is she?" He pointed at Xiaohong: "Does she have any money? Give her her money too!" I glanced at him and a thought crossed my mind: This isn't some kind of police force; he's probably a blackmailer! Just as I was thinking this, the man walked towards Xiaohong, then turned back and said to me casually: "You can go now!" What? I knew something was wrong. This guy was blackmailing me. He was trying to get rid of me and then target Xiaohong. Damn, how vicious! Thinking this, I suddenly shouted at the still-dazed Xiaohong: "Xiaohong, run!" Xiaohong understood immediately and took off running towards the edge of the woods. I chased after her desperately, without even turning my head. Judging from my instincts, the man didn't seem to be chasing us. "Damn," Old Du said expertly.

"Brother, you've run into some thugs. You're lucky you got off easy with one newbie, a greenhorn with no experience, content with a little money. If you'd run into a gang, try to run? They usually have weapons. Heh heh, brother, you and Xiaohong are definitely not going to get away unscathed!" "Yeah, they'd strip you naked. Leaving you with only your underwear is a favor; not beating you is already a mercy," Old Feng said. "

As for Xiaohong, they'll gang rape her, that's a done deal. Otherwise, what would they be waiting for all night long, heh heh!" "Yeah," I continued.

"Later, I heard that this is called 'smashing the kiln.' Some criminals would band together and specifically look for targets in parks. If they saw couples having sex, they would arrest them on the spot, threaten to take them to the police station to extort money, and then search the victims for all their valuables. Afterward, the men would be beaten up, and the women would be gang-raped! Two of my high school classmates did this. I heard that one was executed for his heinous crimes, while the other is still in prison eating cornbread!" "Wow," Yang Kun exclaimed,

"Brother, you're really lucky! You're fortunate to have escaped a gang." "After that incident, I haven't been to that park since. Sometimes, when I pass by the park entrance on a bus, I always turn my face away in shame, hoping the bus will pass quickly." "And then?" Yang Kun urged.

"Keep going, it's quite interesting, it should be written into a book!" "Later," I became sad again, and casually pulled out a cigarette. Yang Kun obediently lit it for me:

"Brother, keep going, otherwise, it'll be too boring sitting in the car!" "Later, we went back to the movie theater. We wandered from one theater to another, searching for the most ideal place for oral sex. Gradually, I unconsciously wandered to the vicinity of the train station. To the west of the train station was an old town with a very undulating terrain. The streets were all winding and grid-like, spreading out irregularly along the hillside terrain, unlike the new town, where both the main streets and alleys were straight and perpendicular. The buildings along the streets were all Russian-style, almost all..." It's about a hundred years old, and they're all covered in dust and grime. One building particularly caught my attention; its shape was extremely strange, looking like the ruins of a church. Xiaohong and I, very curious, sneaked inside. Hehe, there was a newly opened small photo studio inside, so we bought tickets and went in. Wow, the studio had private rooms for couples! I was overjoyed. We paid a little more and walked hand in hand into the private room. At the time, this was probably the first movie theater in the city with private rooms for couples. "This is perfect, let's do it openly!" Old Du said.

"No, we can't be too generous. The private rooms are just separated by thin plywood, and you can hear the whispers of the couple next door. But it's still much more convenient than groping around in the lobby! Ah, I can finally pull down Xiaohong's pants, lie on the chair, and, in the dim light, carefully admire her genitals. I lick and dig with abandon!" "Damn," Old Du cursed,

"Finally, I can have some fun. It's been a long time!" "Yeah, brother," Xiaolan interjected,

"You and Xiaohong didn't have the good times. If it were now, there would be plenty of places to make love with your lover, and they'd be cheap!" "Yes, looking back now, it's a real pity. If there had been these convenient places to make love back then, Xiaohong and I wouldn't have had to go to the park naked in the dead of winter, shivering from the cold, and almost falling victim to thugs." "Time doesn't go backwards!" Yang Kun sighed.

"Life is always full of regrets!" "From then on, that little photo studio became the best choice for Xiaohong and me to make love. Before going in each time, we would hold hands and buy some snacks like sunflower seeds and drinks at a free market across from the studio. These snacks would be much more expensive if we bought them at the studio, and we had to be careful with our money. Then, we would rent a private room for couples, enjoy the movie, chew on sunflower seeds and drink beverages, and caress each other." "Isn't that wonderful!" Xiaolan sneered.

"What's so wonderful about it!" I sighed:

"That photo studio provided me with great convenience, but at the same time, it also caused me a lifelong regret!" "How so?" Yang Kun asked.

"I frequented that small photo studio, having so much fun with Xiaohong in the couples' private rooms that I forgot all about school. I remember it was a cold night. As usual, I waited in the small restaurant until Xiaohong finished get off work. Xiaohong, like a bird released from its cage, happily flew out of the restaurant after a busy day and half the night. Xiaohong and I walked hand in hand, running and laughing freely on the snow-covered streets. Two sets of intersecting footprints were left on the snow-covered street, quickly covered by the continuing snowflakes. The last bus had already left, so we had to walk more than ten miles to the train station. We ran and talked, and when we finally arrived at the photo studio, panting, our bodies, shoulders, faces, and feet were already covered in snow." Covered in glistening snowflakes, we looked like a pair of pristine white snowmen. We patted each other, shaking off the snowflakes, and then happily entered the couple's private room. Ah—the moment of bliss had finally arrived! You know, I had been waiting for a whole day and a half! How could I not be excited at this moment? We embraced tightly, indulging in tenderness for a while, and then I unbuttoned Xiaohong's shirt, and Xiaohong obediently lifted her blouse. Suddenly, the film playing on screen brightened up, and the white light shone directly onto Xiaohong's full breasts, making her breasts appear so radiant and tender, presenting a hazy, intoxicating beauty! My eyes lit up instantly: Xiaohong, your breasts have grown even bigger! "Hehe," Yang Kun pinched my cheek:

"Brother, you're joking. Breasts can keep swelling? If that were true, wouldn't they become balloons?" "It's true," I insisted.

"When I first met Xiaohong, her breasts were very, very flat. Then, they gradually swelled up. I watched as Xiaohong's breasts swelled up day by day under my caresses and my sucking!" "It might be true!" Xiaolan asked me.

"Brother, how old was Xiaohong when you first met her?" "Sixteen!" "Oh," Yang Kun nodded.

"What you said might be true. A sixteen-year-old girl's breasts are just starting to develop!" "Little Yang," I continued,

"you're also a country girl. You should know the customs of the countryside. People in the countryside still generally use the lunar calendar, and the age they say is one year older than their actual age!" "Yes, yes," Yang Kun nodded.

"It's a figurative age, not a full age!" "So, according to the city's custom, Xiaohong's actual age should be fifteen. A fifteen-year-old girl's breasts haven't fully developed yet! When I first lifted Xiaohong's clothes, ready to properly admire her beautiful breasts, I was surprised to see that Xiaohong's chest was so flat. On her flat skin, under her delicate shoulders, were two nipples smaller than beans, which disappointed me greatly. I listlessly stroked them: No fun! I then pressed my lips to them and nibbled at them for a while. Xiaohong's nipples were so pitifully small that I couldn't even suck on them; I could only suck on them against her skin." "Damn, you're quite lucky, aren't you? You deflowered a fifteen-year-old virgin, and you're still not satisfied? What are you disappointed about!" Old Du muttered.

"After that, I made love to Xiaohong frequently, greedily caressing her breasts. Gradually, under my caresses and with my sucking, Xiaohong's flat breasts began to swell slowly, like dough mixed with yeast. And the bigger they swelled, the more I liked to touch them, and the more I liked to touch them, the bigger they swelled. At the same time, her bean-like nipples slowly underwent a qualitative change, and in the dark center, like copper coins, a cute little head emerged, grinning with a delicate little mouth. The more I looked, the more pleased I became. Whenever I had the chance, I would pull Xiaohong over, rest my head on her lap, lift her clothes, and suckle her deeply. The ridiculous sight was like a baby nursing, and Xiaohong was like a nursing mother, patting my body in a very convincing way: Pat, pat—ah, mother pats her child to sleep, oh—,…" "Hahaha," everyone laughed again. Old Du curled his lip:

"Damn, she really knows how to make a scene!" "Sigh, but," I sighed:

"Such beautiful, such lovely breasts, swelling under my careful caresses, now no longer belong to me, but are being touched and sucked by other men, sigh..." "Damn, what's there to be heartbroken about, bro? If you still want to touch her, still want to suck her, that's easy! Find a way to lure her out, find a place where you can touch and suck her to your heart's content!" "How do I lure her out?" I shook my head:

"Her man can't let her out!" "Damn," Old Du said:

"Leave this to me!" "Hey, hey, big brother," Yang Kun nudged my shoulder:

"Go on, didn't you just say that the photo studio brought you both joy and regret? Brother, you've talked enough about the joy, but what about the regret? Tell me, what regret made me share both your happiness and your pain and regret?" "Sigh, I remember it clearly. That night, the photo studio was showing a foreign movie. Because I wasn't really interested in watching movies, I can't remember the name right now. The gist of it was about a giant water monster in Amsterdam that would stretch its tentacles to the roadside at night, ensnare people walking by, and then mercilessly drag them into the water and eat them!" "I think it was 'The Water Monster of Amsterdam'!" Xiaolan added.

"Maybe, my mind wasn't on the movie at all; my attention was completely on Xiaohong's genitals. I gnawed on Xiaohong's beautiful breasts and sucked my fill of her vagina. Then, I sat up, unbuckled my belt, took out my penis, and shoved it into Xiaohong's mouth. After Xiaohong licked my penis until it was shiny and incredibly hard, I pulled Xiaohong onto my body, positioned her genitals against my penis, and with a 'plop,' shoved it in. Xiaohong squatted on top of me, squelching and writhing. I thrust my hips upwards, pushing my penis deep into Xiaohong's vagina. Ah, after a quick round of thrusting, I gradually felt the urge to ejaculate: 'Ah, Xiaohong, faster, faster, get off!' I pushed Xiaohong away, my penis head shining brightly towards the ceiling. Xiaohong had just regained her balance..." My penis then shot out like a rocket, the sticky semen shooting towards the ceiling of the photo studio at cannonball speed. ..." "Hehe, big brother, you're really something, why didn't you ejaculate inside Xiaohong?" "No, what if she gets pregnant? Xiaoyang, I'm still a student!" "Oh, so you never ejaculated inside Xiaohong?" "No, I don't want Xiaohong to get pregnant, I try my best not to ejaculate inside her vagina, of course, there are times when I fail. Sometimes, when I'm having fun, I forget about it and without thinking, I just ejaculate into Xiaohong's vagina. Afterwards, I'm very worried! Fortunately, after we've been doing this for several years, Xiaohong hasn't gotten pregnant." "Yeah," Yang Kun nodded:

"If she gets pregnant, that'll be a huge problem! Brother, you're always so lucky!" "Hey, not bad, come on... I was smugly watching my semen shoot into the air when suddenly, the door to the private room was pushed open. In the darkness, someone silently walked in. I turned my head and screamed in fright, forgetting to even fasten my pants. My penis, still dripping with semen, was ridiculously displayed before the newcomer." "Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter. Old Du asked:

"Who's here? The police, right? This time, I think you're really in trouble, aren't you? Normally, fake police wouldn't extort money in public places like movie theaters!"...Chapter 39 "It was Mom, Mom crept in silently. She gently pushed open the small door to the couple's private room, carrying her purse. Seeing me sitting inside and Xiaohong standing on the floor, Mom angrily lunged at me. She raised her plump hand, about to slap my cheek hard, but when her gaze fell on my swaying penis, she couldn't help but chuckle. A flash of anger crossed her dignified and beautiful face." With a mix of amusement and helplessness, she chuckled, "Hey, you, hurry up and fasten your pants!" Then, Mom turned to Xiaohong, grabbing her arm fiercely: "Shameless thing!" But Xiaohong, like an incredibly clever cat, defiantly broke free from Mom's grasp, and in a flash, slipped out of the lovers' private room—that troublesome place—and fled in panic. Mom didn't chase after her. Seeing me hastily fasten my pants, Mom coldly grabbed my collar: "You little rascal, come on, come home with me!" "Ha, you've made a complete fool of yourself!" Old Du laughed.

"When I got home, Mom sat down and called me to sit opposite her. 'You thought you were being secretive, didn't you?' I stammered, 'Mom!' Then, I lowered my head in shame. 'You've got some nerve, daring to talk about this in broad daylight. Aren't you afraid of getting caught by the police and making it known throughout the school?' Mom! I didn't know what to say. Yes, things had gotten to this point, what could I say? Mom continued: 'One of my students lost his job due to a business downturn. With no income, the young couple started selling things at the market. One day, he saw me on the street, and we chatted casually for a bit. Suddenly, he asked me: 'Teacher, your son has a girlfriend? She's quite pretty.'" "Ah, such a slender waist." I knew without a doubt it was Xiaohong. So I quickly asked, "Where did you see her?" She told me, "Near the train station. A while ago, my wife and I were selling vegetables there when I saw your son holding his girlfriend's hand, lovingly buying sunflower seeds at a market stall. Then they walked hand-in-hand, all lovey-dovey, into a small photo studio. After that, I saw him a few more times in the market. Teacher, your son's girlfriend is really pretty!" Listening to my mother's story, I sighed inwardly: "It's all ruined by my student. It seems our city is too small; you can run into acquaintances everywhere you go!" "And then?" Yang Kun asked with concern.

The next day, Mom went to Luxiang to find Xiaohong's father and negotiate a solution. Mom agreed to provide financial compensation on the condition that Xiaohong completely sever ties with me and never contact me again. Xiaohong's father agreed, but he didn't take any money from Mom. I had to tell the restaurant where Xiaohong worked. Xiaohong's father came over and dragged Xiaohong home like a prisoner, cursing and swearing. Some time later, I secretly went to that restaurant. The restaurant owner immediately told me: "Before Xiaohong left, she secretly slipped me a note behind her father's back, telling me to give this note to you when you come back sometime." He then took out a slightly yellowed, oil-stained note, which I snatched. Turning around and leaving the restaurant, I eagerly sat down on the paving stones and unfolded the note. Xiaohong wasn't highly educated; she hadn't read many books, so her handwriting was naturally messy, with several misspelled words and numerous typos in a single sentence: "Husband, I love you, I will always love you. Although we can't be husband and wife and live together, my heart belongs to you, and will always belong to you. In the future, no matter who I marry, it will only be an empty shell for him. My heart is yours, and you are the only one in my heart. I love you until you are nothing but bones, husband..." "Hehe, how loyal!" "I, I, before I could even finish reading the letter, my eyes blurred, and I couldn't see a single word anymore..." Tears welled up in my eyes again, and Yang Kun kindly wiped them away for me.

"Yes, it's quite touching. Anyone who's been through that would cry!" "Xiao Yang," I grabbed Yang Kun's arm,

"Xiao Yang, I'm not one to cry easily. When I was a kid, even if I got beaten bloody in a fight with my friends, I would never shed a tear. As an adult, I've only cried over two things. The first was Xiao Hong..." "And the second?" "Mao Mao!" "Mao Mao," Yang Kun asked, puzzled,

"Mao Mao? Who's Mao Mao?" "My beloved dog, so adorable, but she got sick and died. At that time, I was immersed in the immense pain of suddenly losing Xiao Hong. When Mao Mao suddenly died, I became even more grief-stricken. I hugged Mao Mao's corpse and cried my heart out!" "Wow," Yang Kun and Xiao Lan both grinned widely.

"Hehehe, you're crying over a dog!" I didn't answer them, turning my head to the window, gazing at the fields in the hazy twilight, at the rows of farmhouses flashing by. I couldn't help but think of my first meeting with Xiaohong.

After entering university, my thoughts still hadn't strayed from Sister Yin. I was still infatuated with her, sneaking off to her house whenever I had a chance to vent my frustrations. At the same time, I fantasized that Sister Yin beneath me was my mother. Ignoring her objections, before each sexual encounter, I would meticulously shave her genitals clean. Then, I would close my eyes, thrusting wildly into her while imagining my mother's genitals. Ah, wasn't that slippery, overflowing genitals my mother's smooth, plump vagina? My breasts, trembling slightly, pressed against my chest, and my delicate skin were exactly like my mother's. Lost in thought, I called out,

"Mom, Mom..." "Go away," Sister Yin suddenly snapped,

"Go away, go away, go away!" She pushed me away with a displeased expression and sat up coldly.

"You bastard! What can I say about you? You even think about your own mother! You're a beast!" "Sister Yin!" I said, deeply moved.

"Yes, my thoughts are wrong, but, Sister Yin, you don't know, my mother is so beautiful! Her skin is even whiter than yours. To have those kinds of thoughts about my mother is no different from being an animal. But, whenever I see my mother, I... I... I have all sorts of fantasies!" "No matter how beautiful your mother is, a son shouldn't have those kinds of thoughts. Besides, how do you know your mother's genitals are always shaved clean?" "When I was little, I secretly saw it when my mother was taking a bath!" "Ha, good for you, secretly watching your mother take a bath, you really did it, you shameless boy!" Sister Yin sternly warned me:

"Listen carefully, Xiao Li, from now on, when you play with me, you are not allowed to think about your mother, and you are not allowed to call for your mother. Otherwise, I will never be friends with you again, I will never talk to you again, I cannot have sex with an animal!" "Yes," "Come on!" With a thud, Sister Yin lay down on her back, spreading her legs lewdly, and I pressed down on her again.

I said I didn't want my mother, and that I couldn't call her "Mom," but deep down, I still longed for her. And this longing, initially for her genitals, suddenly shifted to her lips—specifically, her kiss. Ah—a mother's kiss was so wondrous, so beautiful, and yet so real. Alas, my mother's beautiful genitals were an insurmountable chasm, so desirable yet unattainable, while her kiss was easily attainable. This transformation was triggered by a kiss my mother gave me that I'll never forget! It all started when my acceptance letter arrived. My mother, overjoyed, ran home, placed it on the table, and embraced my face:

"Son, son, my good son, you've finally made me proud!" Then, she lovingly pressed her lips to mine. This gesture filled me with immense joy, and what excited me even more was that her kiss was sincere, heartfelt, and genuine, making me feel incredibly happy. Ever since I secretly opened my mother's drawer, spied on her while she was taking a bath, broke into her bedroom, wandered around the train station, eloped to Dalian, skipped school, and hung out with Sister Yin... all these shameful pranks I committed made my mother disgusted with me, and from then on, I never enjoyed my mother's sincere and passionate kisses again.

Under my mother's passionate kiss, my heart pounded wildly, my whole body trembled involuntarily, and the blood that had been flowing quietly suddenly boiled, surging and churning, its temperature soaring dramatically, relentlessly scorching me. I could clearly feel my entire body burning, about to burst into flames. My palms were drenched in sweat, my cheeks instantly turned a dark red, so hot they could fry an egg, and my throat was parched and thirsty, like a desert that hadn't seen a drop of water in years. I had no choice but to open my mouth.

Suddenly, a stream of pure, sweet saliva flooded my parched, almost cracked mouth, moistening my thick tongue, gums, and lips. I couldn't help but take a deep breath. Ah, my mother's saliva was so wonderful, warm and sweet with a honey-like fragrance. My mother was very careful about oral hygiene. She always carried a variety of lozenges, creams, and other oral medications in her small purse. Every so often, she would pop one into her mouth, so her breath always had a pleasant fragrance.

With a gulp, I greedily swallowed my mother's honey-like saliva, feeling instantly refreshed and lightheaded. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrant scent of her saliva into my nostrils. The aroma, mixed with the sweetness of honey, quickly spread throughout my body. It was like a magic elixir, producing an astonishing effect in a fraction of a second, stimulating me to tremble violently. My penis, as if possessed, stood erect, and I felt an unimaginable urge to ejaculate. I could no longer control myself; my whole body pressed tightly against my mother's, her ample breasts pulsating slightly against my chest. A sudden jolt of pleasure shot through me, and my penis trembled proudly—whoosh—I ejaculated!

After that unforgettable, passionate kiss that made me ejaculate, I became obsessed with my mother's mouth. Since her vulva was so insurmountable and impenetrable, in desperation, I imagined her mouth as her vulva. There was a theoretical basis to this idea: my mother's vulva was smooth and plump, and similarly, her mouth was smooth and plump. Therefore, her vulva and mouth were the same; kissing her mouth was equivalent to kissing her vulva. Every time I kissed my mother, I closed my eyes and imagined: this isn't a mouth, it's my mother's vulva; I'm giving her oral sex. Thus, I deceived myself, trying to find the same exciting pleasure as licking her vulva on her mouth, satisfying myself with a bizarre sense of ecstasy.

During my studies, every weekend was a day I looked forward to day and night. On that day, I had no interest in studying. I would throw the books I hated onto the bed and say: "Screw you, bye-bye, see you next Monday! I want to go home, I want to see my mother, I want to kiss her and release the pent-up desire of the week." The thought filled me with excitement. I took the tram, then transferred to a bus, jumped off, rushed into the yard, ran upstairs, and flung open the door.

"Mom!" Mom was chopping dumpling filling in the kitchen. I dashed in and hugged her tightly.

"Mom, Mom, I missed you so much!" "Go away, go away, stop it, son. Go take a bath, Mom's making dumplings for you!" "Mom," I pleaded,

"Can I kiss you, Mom? I missed you so much!" "Here," Mom put down the knife and brought her fragrant cheek to my lips.

"You're so useless, you're almost a head taller than your mother now, and you still haven't grown up..." Ah—I didn't have time to listen to my mother's nagging. Hearing her nod, I grabbed her cheeks and greedily stroked and nibbled at them. My mother, in her forties, was in the prime of her life, her body at its peak, completely mature. Her skin was smooth, tender, and exuded a refreshing fragrance. As I touched and nibbled, I suddenly remembered what my photographer uncle had said. Regarding women's skin, my uncle, who has spent his life studying photography, has his own profound insights: Nude art photos of women around forty years old have the strongest sensuality, are the most appealing, and are particularly eye-catching, inspiring fantasies; nude art photos of very young girls have a thin sensuality, and although their appearance is beautiful, they lack a sense of composure and maturity. Their light and graceful figures are like drinking a glass of plain water, bland and tasteless; while older women, with their fading, weathered, and sunken skin, and their wrinkled faces, resemble the ravines of the Loess Plateau, instantly evoking an unbearable sense of dryness.

"Okay, okay, son!" Mom pushed me impatiently, but I hadn't ejaculated yet.

"Mom, kiss me a little longer, kiss me a little longer!"

"Ugh, so annoying! Sigh," I pressed my body tightly against Mom, my penis rubbing stiffly against her crotch. Mom seemed to sense my erection, trying to avoid my rubbing against her crotch, and slowly pushed me away with her hands.

"Son, okay, okay..." Whew—I suddenly exerted force and finally ejaculated, releasing Mom. Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her beautiful eyes were filled with an unusual softness. She wiped her mouth, lowered her head, and began to chop away fiercely.

"Go take a shower quickly," Mom finally said slowly after a long while.

"Son, you smell awful! How dare you kiss your mother like that? You're disgusting! If you don't wash yourself clean, you can forget about kissing your mother again!" It was a sweltering summer night. My father was working on a major engineering project, spending most of the year in the deep mountains and forests. My older sister was already married and had her own career. So, every weekend, it was just my mother and me at home. After dinner, I took a shower first, then, wearing only a thin bathrobe, and emboldened by the slight intoxication, I grabbed my mother:

"Mom, let me kiss you!" "Sigh," my mother seemed reluctant and helpless, also wearing a bathrobe:

"Son, it's too hot. I just took a shower, and this will make me sweat again!" I wasn't about to give in, so I grabbed my mother's head and started biting her. My penis, through the thin bathrobe, gently scraped against my mother's crotch, feeling a hazy, fleshy sensation. My mother noticed my penis rubbing against her crotch, and she tried to avoid it, but I pressed myself against her. Due to the sudden movement, my penis unexpectedly hit my mother's genitals, and—whoosh—I ejaculated.

"Son," my mother immediately pushed me away, panting with embarrassment, her eyes staring blankly at my crotch. I looked down: Oh dear! White semen slowly trickled down her bare thighs.

"Son, don't be silly!" With that, Mom smoothed her fragrant hair, turned, and went into her bedroom. I stood there awkwardly on the floor, unsure what to do for a long time.

After that incident, Mom refused to kiss me again, and I lacked the courage and face to beg for one. After meals, Mom would always find an excuse to avoid me, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too distant, neither intimate nor affectionate, which made me extremely embarrassed. But then I thought again: Wow, this is a rare opportunity for a major turning point! I might as well seize this chance and confess all my infatuation with Mom. I will directly express my love for her. Then, it will be either death or life; my affair with Mom will finally be over. Yes, that's the right thing to do! I believe this was the right decision. That confidence, that determination, was no less than when Hitler decided to implement Operation Barbarossa. I gritted my teeth, finally made up my mind, mustered my courage, and walked with firm steps, as if the German army were thundering into the Russian steppes, head held high, into my mother's bedroom.

...Chapter 40 "Mom," my mother was wiping the saliva I had smeared on her face in front of the dressing table mirror. I mustered my courage and walked to my mother's side:

"Mom, there's something, I, I, I want to explain to you..." "Xiao Li, forget it, don't mention it, let it go. From now on, you're not allowed to fool around with your mother anymore, otherwise..." my mother said coldly with a stern face. I was too timid to say the words that were on the tip of my tongue. My mother ignored me and started applying face powder. She saw me standing there blankly in the mirror and asked:

"What else is it?" "Mom!" I said, taking the plunge, word by word:

"I—love—you—!" To this day, I still don't understand what courage I had to risk my life to utter those three words.

"What?" My mother's eyes widened in shock. When she heard "I—love—you—!" from her son's mouth, it was as if three bombs had suddenly exploded. The intense fear, the unprecedented shock, was like the US military dropping the boy in the wrong place—not over the Japanese archipelago, but right on my mother's head. Boom—the nuclear bomb finally exploded, the scorching shockwave almost knocking my mother to the ground. She gripped the corner of the dressing table with both hands, her cheeks flushed, her whole body trembling, her eyes flashing with a blank, fierce light, her lips trembling terribly:

"Ah—, Xiaoli, you—???…" "Mom," I rushed to my mother without hesitation and hugged her tightly:

"Mom, I love you, really, Mom, I love you, Mom. I've loved you since I was little, since the day I can remember. Mom, really, all these years, I've always loved you silently!" "You," Mom pushed me away abruptly, her body swaying from shock, as if she were about to collapse to the ground:

"You bastard, you... shut up, don't be ridiculous!" "Really," I was about to pounce on Mom again when a terrible look of despair flashed across her flushed, dark purple cheeks. Her hands trembled blankly on the dressing table. Seeing me rush towards her again, she was at a loss at first, then suddenly, she saw something and grabbed a small, gleaming pair of scissors from the table:

"Xiao Li, if you dare come any closer, Mom will... commit suicide..." Without hesitation, Mom pointed the sharp edge of the scissors at her own throat. I froze, too stunned to move. Mom glared at me for a long time, then suddenly threw the scissors to the floor with a thud, tears streaming down her face:

"Get out, get out, get out!" I'll never remember how ashamed and utterly humiliated I was as I scurried out of Mom's bedroom. I looked more pathetic than a German soldier fleeing through the snow after their defeat at the gates of Moscow. As soon as I stepped out of the room, I heard Mom sobbing:

"Waaah, waaah, waaah, waaah... I, I, I... how could I have given birth to such a wretched boy!" The Barbarossa Plan had ended in utter failure. What to do next? Damn, what else could I do but run away! I hastily put on my clothes and slunk out of the house.

I couldn't face my mother anymore. My mood was terrible. I had hurt her. In her eyes, I was a bastard, an incurable, perverted little lecher who dared to have inappropriate thoughts about her. For weeks, I spent in regret and despair: It was over. I would forever lose the greatest love in the world—motherly love!

"Xiao Li," on a drizzly, depressing overcast day, I was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, when suddenly, I heard my mother's familiar, round, and gentle voice. I turned my head and saw—ah, it was my mother. She stood by the bed, her face calm, holding a bundle of newly dried clothes, looking kind and lovely. I immediately looked away from her face and timidly called out,

"Mom!" "Xiao Li, why haven't you come home for so long?" Hmph, Mom, my dear Mom, how could I dare to go home? How could I still have the face to go home?

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