[Urban] Wild Countryside Madness (Complete) - 31-33

Chapter 5 of "Love in the Sea": How should we deal with those who are considered "petty men" in history, those who commit minor evils? I read an article that was truly brilliant.

"Old Zhou, I'm sorry, I was summoned tonight to be the 'Winner'," he said triumphantly.

"Only four rounds, don't rush," he said even more calmly.

Of course, there was no rush. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 12:30, time to go!

Yes, Donald Duck and his apprentice did indeed set off. Upon arriving at their destination, the master personally intervened, and the lock opened swiftly. They tiptoed inside; it was pitch black. They then split up to search the two rooms, both indeed empty. In a corner of the bedroom wardrobe, they found Zhou's safe.

"Tongzai, get out of the way, don't get in my way," Old Tang waved for his apprentice to leave. Tongzai, happy to search elsewhere, began his search from the bedside table.

"One touch, five points," Cheng Yuan said triumphantly, pushing over his cards. "One touch, three points; three concealed sets, two points; five points in total."

"This kid stepped in dog poop today. Luckily, I didn't get off," the casino owner gloated.

"I'm going to the toilet," the owner said, his voice laced with rage.

"Going to perform a ritual?" Cheng Yuan teased. "Remember, it's on the right side

of the toilet, don't touch the wrong one." I know you're a good citizen, you definitely don't gamble. Gamblers are most afraid of washing their hands, it's bad luck, washing away their good fortune; conversely, the dirtier the hands, the better. Performing a ritual in the toilet refers to this, because the toilet is dirty, and hands that have touched it are like buttered osmanthus hands! This owner Zhou's ritual was even more vicious; he urinated directly on his right hand—a so-called "strong medicine"!

At this moment, Old Tang's hands weren't exactly delicate and smooth. Whether it was due to age or rustiness from lack of practice, he was sweating profusely and still hadn't opened the safe. Making a mistake was a small matter, but losing face was a big deal; if word got out, his reputation as Donald Duck would be ruined. He crouched down again, listening carefully to the sound of the lock turning.

"Master, don't rush, there's plenty of time." Tongzai handed him a glass of wine: "Good wine! Aged brandy, have a sip first."

"Do you have any braised dishes?" his master asked, looking up.

"No. Should I go downstairs and buy some?"

"Buy my ass!" The master raised his body and slapped him on the head: "You little brat, our crimes are such a sacred thing, and you're drinking? Do you think this is a party?! What if you mess things up? A disciple like you, so impatient and ridiculous, never mention my name outside, saying you're my disciple, it's shameful! Get out of here!"

Tongzai cursed under his breath, downed his drink, and left.

Master Zhou was probably bad at kung fu; using this move only made his luck worse. Even when listening to the three-six-nine screws, he would miss the one Cheng Yuan was listening to, making him furious.

"I need to use the restroom again!" Cheng Yuan pressed on relentlessly. "It's alright, I don't mind even the village's rules. Just go and perform the ritual as soon as possible, lest you get uremia from holding it in. I can't afford that."

"Can't you watch your mouth?" the owner couldn't stand it anymore. "Old Zhou was the one who suggested I come here. Why?"

Damn it, isn't that revealing my secret? When Old Zhou gets home and sees this, he'll probably think of me. What will happen then?

What will happen if I can't open this little safe? Old Tang turned the wheel a few more times, feeling it was a bit loose. He gently pulled the lock and smiled. He truly lived up to his reputation as an experienced guide! But when the door opened, his smile vanished. Besides a few checks, there was only a small stack of thousand-yuan bills. He weighed it in his hand and knew without counting that it wouldn't exceed one hundred thousand yuan.

He stormed back to the living room, only to find his unworthy apprentice had drunk most of a bottle of brandy and was passed out on the sofa.

"Get up!" he kicked him. "Utterly useless."

The apprentice rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Did you succeed, Master?"

"We'll talk about it when we get home," he replied bitterly.

Cheng Yuan, who had been playing very leisurely, became preoccupied after the owner revealed that he had sent Old Zhou. His luck turned sour, and by dawn he had lost a significant portion of his winnings in the last four rounds. He knew he had ruined his hand and had to quit.

"I'm not playing anymore, let's find someone else!" he told the owner.

"Where am I supposed to find someone at this hour?" the owner said unhappily.

"Either you get off and use it as a stepping stone, or we're done here, I have things to do..." he said guiltily, "The odd amount doesn't matter, let's exchange it for chips."

Chapter Seven of *Love in the Sea* Gao Sen had been wandering the streets and alleys of Banqiao for a long time, feeling a bit tired. Seeing a park in the distance,

he rode towards it. Under the shade of the trees in the park were several benches, but he deliberately chose the one with many cigarette butts on the ground, ignoring the others. Upon closer inspection,

he noticed one cigarette butt was still burning, indicating that the person who had sat there had just left. He knew that Alan was also a smoker, so he imagined that the person who had just sat there was Alan; he imagined the two of them sitting side by side, smoking, occasionally chatting about childhood memories, from morning till dusk, from black hair to white hair, passing their lives like that.

Ah! What does it matter if a lifetime passes by like that? Everyone has their own way of life, and Gao Sen's choice at this moment is perfectly understandable and beyond reproach.

I'm sure you know this is the seat Alan just sat in, and I'm sure you think I deliberately arranged it again. Actually, you're wrong; it was truly the arrangement of the Creator, not me. Countless coincidences have occurred in the course of history, unbelievable ones—could it be my doing?

In short, Gao Sen was completely unaware of this coincidence, so he sat there lost in thought without taking any action. In fact, he could still see Alan from her bedroom window! Separated by that window, two people truly in love were destined never to meet—isn't that cruel enough?

Exhausted and dazed, he vaguely returned to his youth, to the time when he and Alan first had sex. He was back in Pingtung working during summer vacation from university, while Alan was working as a maid in her friend's hair salon. During his vacation, he went to her shop for a haircut, spending the entire evening just getting his hair washed. With other customers around, he sat there like a fool reading the newspaper, not daring to utter a sound even when other customers teased or flirted with Alan, which her friend found unbearable.

"I have to go now, you can close the door," Alan's friend instructed her before closing time.

Once she left, the entire hair salon was empty except for the couple, the meaning couldn't be clearer. Alan seemed to understand, closing the door and trapping them both inside, creating their own little world.

"Aren't you scared?" he suddenly asked.

"Scared of what?" she asked.

"What if I do something to you?" he asked

again. "What do you mean, 'what if'? What do you want to do?" she countered.

He hesitated, unsure if the girl was truly unaware or feigning ignorance.

"Come sit down," she pointed to the hairdresser's chair.

"I've already washed my hair!"

"You'll see when you sit down," Alan said mysteriously.

Gao Sen sat down, and she reclined the chair so he lay down in front of her. Then, she used her slender fingers to massage his temples.

"How is it?" she asked after a while.

"Very comfortable," he replied.

"I want to try the massage techniques I've learned." She smiled like a flower.

"So you're using me as a guinea pig?" he feigned embarrassment and anger.

"It's readily available! And it's free, aren't you satisfied?" She laughed too.

“Of course I’m not satisfied, unless you…”

“What?”

“Kiss me.” Before he could finish speaking, he hooked his arms around her neck, pulled her down, and their lips met.

In the long kiss, they both lost themselves in passion, but being kissed upside down was still uncomfortable, so they gradually shifted their bodies until they were piled on top of each other on the barber’s chair.

He lay on the bottom, kissing her while using his hands to lift her skirt, curiously exploring her buttocks; she didn’t resist, but her tongue tried harder to reach his throat.

This was a message. He then stretched his arm further down, reaching her clitoris. When his fingers entered, her reaction was to bite his tongue, causing him to open his lips wide in pain and pull his tongue out sharply.

“It hurts!” he said.

“It hurts too!” she said.

He didn’t want to talk anymore, quickly stripping off her top, biting her nipple, sucking on the girl’s milky scent, while his fingers continued to probe and explore inside her vagina.

“Ulugu, no, no…” She arched her upper body, her face contorted in pain, even covering her breasts to prevent him from biting them.

“Malay humor, don’t be afraid.” He was getting carried away, increasingly unable to control himself: “This is our first time, give it to me!”

“I will marry you, give it to me,” he commanded.

“Ulugu, I love you,” she cried.

Without asking for her consent, he ripped off her panties and began to caress her vulva; she arched her back high, as if wanting him to penetrate further. His fingers probed inside her vagina, and a liquid he didn’t understand flowed out, trickling down his fingers onto his body.

Intuitively, he knew she was getting into it, so he held her tightly, pressing their bodies even closer together. With her naked and on top, her genitals pressed against his, and the two lovers involuntarily swayed their hips from side to side, rubbing their genitals together. However, his pants were still on, his crotch bulging uncomfortably, and he cried out, "I can't take it anymore, sister, I need... I need to take my pants off!"

Hearing his words, she freed one hand to undo his belt, though clumsily. He had to cooperate, pulling at his pants, and with their combined efforts, even his underwear came off, their genitals pressed together.

Gao Sen shook his penis, but couldn't penetrate, becoming increasingly anxious. He gently called out beside her, "Good sister, please, help me."

She grasped his penis, guiding it, and it went in easily; but don't panic, only halfway in, yet she still let out a cry of pain.

She arched her lower body, separating her genitals, then frowned and said to him, "It hurts! Yours is so thick!"

"It'll be fine once it goes in, don't be nervous," he said.

This time, he had to do it himself. He stretched out his arm, grasped his penis, and slid it into her opening with her vaginal fluids. He mustered his courage and thrust in hard. She immediately cried out loudly.

He didn't care about that and began to thrust forcefully. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her brows furrowed, trying her best to endure, while he hardened his resolve, thrusting deeper and deeper, each thrust more intense than the last.

Gradually, her fingers relaxed, her moans turning into lewd cries, and her lower body automatically moved up and down in sync with his. After a while, she leaned down again to kiss him, completely uniting their three vital points. After kissing for a while, he suddenly pulled away from her mouth and called out beside her, "Little sister, my little brother is so swollen, I need to pee."

"Don't pee yet, I'm asking you, what grudge does this Zhou guy have against you?"

"If we had a grudge, would we be playing mahjong together?" He avoided the topic.

Chapter 8 of Love and Passion: "Is that all? That can't be, right?"

"I think it's just a small place, you know the answer yourself. Fifty thousand in cash, the rest are all checks and IOUs, practically worthless." The cash Donald Duck had placed on the coffee table was only half of what was in Zhou's safe; the other half was already in his pocket, unknown even to his apprentice.

Cheng Yuan sat down to examine the checks and IOUs. They were indeed useless to them, although the total amount was not small; the checks would definitely be reported lost, and it was too risky to collect them rashly, while the IOUs were a boon to those who had lost money playing mahjong and had to borrow money; however, the worst off was the scoundrel surnamed Zhou, who had been thoroughly beaten up.

Zhou, the owner of the ranch, reacted quickly. He first called the police to file a report, then took out his ledger, found the people who had written the checks, and called them one by one to report the checks lost. Then he started to wonder if someone he knew had done it. "

Damn it!" he slammed his teacup down. Zhou's hand throbbed slightly from slapping the teacup, but he finally understood. It was that scoundrel, Fake Immortal, who had maliciously framed him.

Fake Immortal, to get revenge for not letting him win money last time, had conspired with someone to frame him. He first played cards at the ranch owner's house, and when he was short of a leg, he immediately suggested that the owner find him to be his stepmother. Then he tipped off his partner, and they robbed the ranch. What's even more disgusting is that he even won some money from him at the mahjong table. As for who Fake Immortal's partner was? Anyone with a brain knows it's Donald Duck.

"Damn it..." Cheng Yuan and Zhou, the farm owner, cursed almost simultaneously, "That safe might be a decoy; his money must be hidden somewhere else."

"Alright! Stop acting, you fake immortal. How are we going to settle this score?" Old Tang turned to look at his apprentice, who seemed to be tense, ready to act.

Just then, Du Youlan returned from the park and, sensing something was off in the living room, pretended to be washing dishes in the kitchen, observing the situation. In front of Donald Duck, Cheng Yuan was now like a cooked duck, unable to escape!

"How about this! You can have all 50,000 yuan. Consider it a free favor for me to provide the information, okay?" Cheng Yuan said generously. "Actually, just last night, playing mahjong with that guy surnamed Zhou, I lost more than that amount."

"Of course." Old Tang smiled insincerely. "50,000 is just the minimum travel expenses. Let me put it this way, you fake immortal, just consider it as us helping you get revenge, shouldn't we pay you more?"

"Hey! Old Tang, are you fucking serious? Have you forgotten you're on the run? Who helped you out?" He was furious.

"One thing at a time. If you had told me outright that you wanted to get rid of that guy surnamed Zhou, I, Old Tang, would have helped you without hesitation, and without taking a penny, as a way of repaying your favor. But it's different if you're trying to fool me. I hate being tricked more than anything in my life." Old Tang was filled with hatred, thinking about how he almost ruined his reputation just to open that little safe.

"So what do you want?" He glanced at the kitchen, secretly measuring the distance between himself and a cleaver. At the same time, he saw the fear in Alan's eyes.

"Another two hundred thousand, and I'm out of here," Old Tang said calmly.

"Two hundred thousand?" he said, walking towards the kitchen. "You're fucking asking for the moon!"

"Stop!" his apprentice Tongzai roared. "What do you want?"

"I, I... I'm getting the cleaver!" he lunged towards the counter.

Just then, the shock and stimulation had completely opened Zhou's mind. He wouldn't let this go unpunished, so he grabbed the phone and dialed.

"Hey, brother, long time no see," he said.

"What's up?" the other person replied.

"Remember when the gang leader's Mercedes was stolen?"

"The one about the Donald Duck wanted poster, right?"

"Yes, yes." He beamed. "I know where Donald is."

"Great! I won't inform the boss. I'll just send my men to catch him and then report back to the boss."

"Isn't there a reward?" he asked somewhat shyly.

"Brother, don't get involved in this." The other party sighed, "You helped the boss vent his anger, what's there to be afraid of later?"

"Yes, yes." He was even happier: "Donald Duck is in Banqiao, and one of his partners, a guy called 'Fake Immortal,' took him in."

What kind of person nicknamed "Fake Immortal" would take someone in and then threaten them with a knife? This poor host was truly driven to desperation by his guests and had no choice but to strike first. Immediately, Old Tang grabbed a clothes hanger, while Tongzai grabbed a chair for self-defense, and tensions rose in the living room.

"What are you doing?" Alan rushed out of the kitchen and stood between the two sides: "Don't scare me to death!"

"It's all your husband's fault, he framed us!" Old Tang shouted.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! I helped them, and they repay kindness with enmity, trying to trick me!" Cheng Yuan also yelled.

"No! I beg you!" Alan pleaded, "It might be a misunderstanding. Can't we put down our things and talk?"

"A misunderstanding? Your husband asked us to steal from his friend's safe, and there was only this much money inside." Old Tang pointed to the table and continued, "Is it worth taking such a big risk for this?"

"You're thieves?" Alan asked in surprise.

"Your husband isn't any better." Old Tang replied, "He specializes in forging documents. Do you think he's a stencil cutter? Don't be naive."

"You..." She turned to look at Cheng Yuan, her face changing from sunny to stormy, from shocked to stunned.

"At least it's better than your three-handed thief!" Cheng Yuan brandished the kitchen knife, threatening, "Today I'm going to chop off your third hand and cook it for supper."

"You dare..." Old Tang looked at Alan, who had her back to him, and suddenly rushed forward, using the clothes hanger to wrap around her neck, dragging her backward, "Don't blame me for being ruthless, this is your woman."

"What are you doing..." Alan struggled and cried out.

Cheng Yuan didn't put down the cleaver; instead, he grinned maliciously, "Old Tang, thanks. Killing her will make my life much easier. Do you know, Master Song said she's my enemy from three lifetimes ago, and she'll kill me anytime, anywhere. I'm trying to hide! You can do whatever you want with her."

"Damn it, you see? This is your husband's true colors," Old Tang said to her. "People say he's a petty person, and today I've finally seen it for myself."

"And what makes you so strong? You're using a weak woman to blackmail me," Cheng Yuan said disdainfully.

People strive for higher positions, water flows downhill. You see, people compete to be stronger and bigger, have you ever seen anyone compete to be the worst or the most despicable? It's just dogs fighting over each other.

Just as they were arguing, Tongzai, caught off guard, threw the chair at Cheng Yuan, hitting him. Then, Tongzai leaped forward, grabbed Cheng Yuan's wrist holding the knife, and twisted it backward, causing Cheng Yuan to drop the weapon in pain.

"Old dog Cheng, you think you can take me on?" Tongzai even imitated the tone of a chivalrous hero dealing with a treacherous official or eunuch in a TV drama, gritting his teeth and forcefully twisting Cheng Yuan's arm again, making Cheng Yuan cry out in pain.

"Alright, everything's settled. Now we can talk properly," Old Tang said easily.

"Master," Tongzai said wickedly, "Since Old dog Cheng doesn't want this woman, then leave her to us to deal with."

This little rascal has watched too many TV dramas; he can even use the word "deal with" so readily. Does he think he's Bao Zheng (a legendary upright official)?

"Tongzai..." Old Cheng, bowing before Tongzai, hurriedly said, "You want her? I'll give her to you. You know how skilled that foreign woman is in bed, right? I guarantee she'll make you ecstatic, as long as... as long as you let me go..."

"Good apprentice, don't do anything rash," Old Tang stopped him, saying, "If word gets out about this, people will laugh at us, and it'll be hard to make a living. As long as he hands over the money, we're not afraid of not having women."

"I really don't have any money, search me if you don't believe me," Cheng Yuan shouted.

"Of course you don't have any money at home, but you might not have any in the bank," Old Tang sneered, "Tongzai, search his wallet."

Tongzai obeyed, searching his pockets for a while and took out a stack of banknotes and two debit cards. Old Tang had already guessed where the cash came from when he saw it.

"This is the money you won last night, right? You even lied and said you lost a lot, damn it, you've been treating me like a three-year-old."

"Are there any money in the two debit cards?" Tongzai asked.

"No." He had barely finished speaking when his hand was twisted in excruciating pain, so he immediately changed his tune, saying, "Yes." "

How much?"

"I don't know, but it's enough for you."

"Master, what should we do?"

Before Old Tang could answer, Du Youlan spoke up, "I'll go get it."

(Chapter 9 of "Love in the Sea") Gao Sen had just returned to Brother Li's house after a daydream when the reporter surnamed He called.

"Good news," he said bluntly, "Donald Duck has appeared."

"Where? The new store?" Gao Sen asked hastily.

"No." He kept him in suspense, seemingly lighting a cigarette on the other end of the phone, before slowly saying, "Isn't it a coincidence? This old guy is hiding where you live, in Banqiao."

"Tell me the address quickly, I want to call the police."

"Brother, how old are you?" the other party asked inexplicably.

He was completely bewildered, but being good-natured, he still honestly answered, "Thirty."

"Look at you, at your age you're still so impatient. Let me finish what I have to say, okay?"

"Yes, yes." He chuckled bitterly on the other end of the phone and shook his head. After finishing this matter, this seasoned reporter really wanted to invite him on a trip south to rediscover some of his lost naiveté.

"Here's what happened. I released several leads, and one of them answered today, saying that Old Tang was being hidden by his partner, a guy nicknamed 'Fake Immortal.' This 'Fake Immortal' is a master forger; one forges documents, the other steals cars—it's a perfect match, so this lead is highly likely to be true."

"What about Tongzai?" he interrupted, asking.

"You're here again, brother." The other party sighed. "Didn't I tell you last time that Tongzai is most likely his disciple or grand-disciple? If we find Donald Duck, why would we be afraid of killing him? I—where was I? Oh, right, the other party specifically mentioned when reporting this lead that their gang planned to take action first to arrest Old Tang and curry favor with the gang leader. So they gave me three conditions: 1. No reporting to the police. 2. No publication in the newspapers for three days. 3. No mention of the gang's name in the newspapers. So, you're saying that calling the police would be killing me?"

"Brother, I'm sorry." He sincerely apologized. "So, what should I do next? Please advise."

The reporter surnamed He pondered for a moment before replying, "How about this? There will be an operation tonight. Wait for my call at home, and we'll set off together."

(Chapter 10 of "Love in the Sea") Alan's suggestion to go withdraw money sparked another argument. Now, all four were sitting on the sofa, Cheng Yuan and Alan inside, and Donald Duck and Tongzai outside. Tongzai was still holding the cleaver, so the scene was still under the control of the master and apprentice.

"How can we trust you?" Old Tang asked, smoking a cigarette. "What if you abscond with the money, or even call the police? Wouldn't we be in big trouble?"

"I can't trust you either!" Cheng Yuan kept turning his right arm to ease the lingering pain. "If you ask for more, won't I be the one who suffers?"

"Asking for 200,000 is keeping your word; asking for more is your own fault." Old Tang had the upper hand and spoke loudly. "Think about the money in this savings account; isn't it the hard-earned money of me and my apprentices over many years? You've just swallowed it whole. What's so special about forging an ID? You're just a fucking rip-off."

"Is that so! Is that so!" Tongzai echoed, brandishing the cleaver.

“You need to speak with a clear conscience, Old Tang. I didn’t hold a knife to your throat to do business with you.” Cheng Yuan looked at the knife in Tongzai’s hand and said, “I can’t hold on any longer. I need to get some aphrodisiacs.”

“I’m starving too.” Tongzai looked at his watch and said, “Master, it’s almost two o’clock. I haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch!”

“Stop joking.” Old Tang gave the order: “Take care of the withdrawal first. Don’t use the debit card. Hand over the passbook and we’ll be there by 3:30.”

“I’ll go get it. I know where the passbook and the seal are,” Alan said.

“You slut…” Cheng Yuan shouted, “I shouldn’t have listened to Songmu and given you that talisman water. It would have been poison to the point of killing you three lifetimes of wronged souls.”

“So all this kindness you’ve shown me lately has been for a reason.” Du Youlan sneered, then turned to Old Tang and said, “You think I’d be attached to a man like that? I wish he were dead. Let me go withdraw the money and take it all.”

“No, no.” Old Tang hesitated for a moment, then said, “I still don’t trust you. How about this, I’ll go with you.”

“What about me, Master?” Tongzai asked.

“Nonsense, of course you’ll keep an eye on the fake immortal. I’ll bring you some food.”

“I want peace…” the fake immortal started to rant.

“Go.” Old Tang instructed Tongzai, “Take him to the bedroom and let him have his fill. It would be best if he died, since we won’t be working with him anymore anyway.”

Chapter Eleven of Love and Madness Du Youlan, carrying Cheng Yuan’s ID card, seal, and bankbook, was dragged out by Old Tang. The two passbooks held 180,000 and 60,000 yuan respectively, and after withdrawing 200,000 yuan, there wasn't much left.

Old Tang was very cautious. He made her ride the motorcycle while he held her waist from the back seat to prevent her from doing anything reckless. When they arrived at the bank, they saw police officers guarding the entrance. He lowered his voice and said to her, "Listen carefully, I have no intention of harming you, and I hope you won't harm me either. Go and withdraw the money quickly, and I'll set you free. You won't have to follow those bastards anymore."

He let Alan into the bank and waited outside. Time passed by, and his heart grew increasingly uneasy. Seeing the police officers appearing at the entrance every now and then, he had an urge to speed away. It felt like an eternity when Alan finally came out of the bank carrying a paper bag, and his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down.

"Good girl," Old Tang praised. "Come on, let's go to the second bank and withdraw all the money. I'll give you the remaining 40,000."

"I don't want it," she said resolutely. "I want to leave. Didn't you just say you'd let me go?"

Old Tang didn't reply, but let her ride her bike, holding her from behind. After successfully withdrawing the money from the second bank, Old Tang's hands, which were wrapped around her waist, moved upwards, pressing against her breasts. She didn't resist, just focused on riding.

"Girl, come with me, okay?" Old Tang said beside her. "I'm a man of honor and loyalty, unlike that son of a bitch Cheng Yuan who only knows how to bully you. Actually, I've fallen in love with you a long time ago. If you agree, we won't even go home. We'll run away together, change our names, and go back to your hometown to live a peaceful life. How about it?"

See? How cunning this shameless old man is! At first, his apprentice tried to take advantage of Alan, and he scolded him for upholding the code of chivalry. Later, when Alan wanted to help them withdraw money, he used the excuse of fearing she would run away to force her to come out. It turned out he had a whole bunch of ulterior motives he wanted to confide in her!

And I'm not trying to be harsh; in the underworld, this kind of person is called a "spoiled brat." Old Tang, who spouts chivalry and ethics, revealed his true colors at this crucial moment.

When they arrived at the park near her home, she suddenly braked. Old Tang immediately withdrew his misplaced claws and asked happily, "Have you decided, good girl? Don't go back."

"No, let me think about it," she said, getting off the motorcycle.

"Okay, okay," he patted her shoulder lightly, "Whatever you want."

Du Youlan went to her usual chair and lit a cigarette; there were still cigarette butts she had left there that morning. However, there were several different cigarette holders. Gao Sen was also a smoker; could he have left them?

Alan chuckled silently. How could that be?

"You agreed? I saw you smile," Old Tang asked from the side. She

didn't answer. Why was she thinking about Gao Sen again? After returning to Taipei from Pingtung, facing the enthusiastic Cheng Yuan, her hope was rekindled, and she gradually pushed Gao Sen from the shallowest part of her memory to the deepest part; if the memory bank in her mind was divided into layers of cabinets, then she had personally moved him from the easily accessible cabinet to the bottommost cabinet. This was a reality, and she couldn't be blamed, but she still felt deeply guilty.

When she thought she would finally have a perfect ending, she could only look at what was in front of her; the bottommost cabinet wouldn't be buried forever, but she rarely had the urge to touch it again.

Now, the image of her man was completely shattered, not only returning to its former wretched state, but even more terrifying, leaving her bewildered. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, and she fully understood this at this moment; with a dead heart, what else needed to be said? So she didn't care about anything anymore. What difference did it make whether she went back or not, stayed with Old Tang or not, lived or died?

The only thing worth remembering was perhaps that cabinet hidden at the very bottom! Naturally, she moved it back to an easily accessible spot and wiped off the dust, hoping it would last forever. Besides that, she had no other desires; if she had any, it was to get completely drunk.

"I want a drink," she suddenly said. "No, I want to drink a lot, until I'm drunk to death."

"And then?" Donald Duck asked excitedly.

"Whatever you want."

"Okay." He smiled so much his eyes disappeared: "Where to drink?"

"Home, and after we're done, we'll pack our things and hit the road."

Chapter Twelve of "The Wild Flower of Love" They bought a bunch of food and drinks, and were dumbfounded when they pushed open the door. The whole situation had changed drastically. From a historian's perspective on dynastic changes, it was far too fast! It could only be described as a microcosm of history. Tongzai was tied to a chair like a pig, a towel stuffed in his mouth, making muffled noises. Meanwhile, the "Old Dog Cheng" he called Cheng was holding a kitchen knife, raised towards Old Tang's head.

"What, what's going on?" Old Tang was terrified, all his earlier wicked thoughts of running away with Alan vanished.

"Master Tang, don't be afraid, let me explain properly." Cheng Yuan revealed his treacherous side: "You're not the only one who knows about your apprentice's problem. I told him there's a bottle of fine whiskey in the liquor cabinet, which I specially brought back from my trip abroad. He was immediately captivated by it. I even advised him to drink less on an empty stomach! But he wouldn't listen, and once the alcohol hit his stomach, he couldn't distinguish friend from foe! I was really worried that you'd come back too early and give yourself away. Luckily, you cooperated, and I only tied him up after he was quite drunk. But he started yelling and screaming, so I had to gag him."

"Such a greedy drinker and big mouth, who knows how many things he's messed up?" Old Tang then turned to Youlan and said, "You see!

If you had listened to me and not come back, none of this would have happened."

"What do you mean?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"Hmph, you still have the nerve to ask?" Alan said expressionlessly, "Your woman was bullied by someone else, do you think it's nice to be cuckolded?"

"No wonder you haven't come back for so long, what did he do to you?" Cheng Yuan grabbed Lao Tang's arm, holding a knife to his neck, and asked.

"After we got the money, he sat behind me, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and wanted me to run away with him.

I knew you'd have a way, so I stalled for time, sitting in the park for a long time, and even bought food and drinks, planning to come back and get them drunk if you couldn't get rid of Tongzai." Alan said, still expressionless.

"You're something else, where's the money?" Cheng Yuan asked.

"It's on Lao Tang," she replied.

He quickly ransacked Old Tang and stole the money, which amounted to exactly 200,000. He then said to Alan, "That foreign woman is good, she's honest."

"He wanted me to ask for more, saying he'd give it to me to run away, but I didn't take it."

"You shameless woman, you're lying." This time it was Old Tang's turn to curse her.

"Pah! She's my good woman." Cheng Yuan said happily, "I've been thoroughly entertained by Young Master An, I'll slowly torture you all later."

"What about Old Tang? Aren't we going to tie him up? What if he runs away?" she asked.

"Of course we'll." Cheng Yuan turned to Donald Duck and said, "Sit on the chair obediently, let you taste what it's like to be tied up."

Under the intimidating power of his kitchen knife, Old Tang sat down and even helped him pull the ropes, looking like a submissive bear.

"Fake Immortal, please, let my apprentice breathe a sigh of relief, please take the towel out of his mouth, okay?" Old Tang pleaded as he tied him up.

"No way," Du Youlan said sternly, "You'll suffer slowly."

She sat on the sofa, opened the dishes one by one, then opened a bottle of wine and started chugging it without even using a glass.

"Hey, hey, don't get drunk," Cheng Yuan sat down beside her. "These two can't be let down. If they escape, we'll be in big trouble. They're both scoundrels! They're really good at playing tricks on people."

"We're all scoundrels, who's afraid of who?" Alan said, taking another swig of wine.

Cheng Yuan didn't care about anything else and started eating and drinking as well. Judging from his greedy look, he was really hungry.

“Hey, Alan,” he took another sip of his drink, “When they were in power just now, everything I said was a lie, just to fool them into thinking we were fighting amongst ourselves. Actually, I was looking for an opportunity, do you understand?”

“Of course I know,” she said, drinking frequently, seemingly unconcerned. “I won’t let them get back at you, husband.”

“Good to know,” Cheng Yuan smiled happily. “After this is over, I’ll go back to your hometown with you.”

He finished speaking, not forgetting to curse that old blind man, Songmu Shi. The two drank happily, unaware that dusk was approaching.

Chapter Thirteen of *Love in the Sea* Not only the two of them, but even Gao Sen was unaware that dusk was approaching.

This day was strange; he had just had a daydream that morning, seeing his first encounter with Alan—the first encounter in the barbershop—but that afternoon, he dreamed of his first encounter with Yan Ruyu.

That day, he was invited to drink in Wutai Village. The host's house was just below Ruyu's, across a slope. Halfway through his drink, a girl walked in; in that setting, this was perfectly normal and no one would notice, but the host's daughter went up to her, grabbed her arm, and led her to her seat.

Gao Sen looked at her sitting opposite him and suddenly sobered up a third of the time; he didn't know whose girl she was, only that she was bright and dazzling. With introductions from others, he got a general idea, picked up his wine glass, and toasted her; she shyly raised her glass slightly, showing her modesty, which only made him want to pursue her further.

"Wulu Valley, Yan Ruyu is your little sister's classmate!" someone reminded him. "She's practically your sister, you can't pursue her."

"Brother Gao, I've long admired your name," Yan Ruyu said.

"Why can't I pursue her? It'd be a double blessing!" he retorted.

"You're joking," Ruyu smiled, her smile blooming like a flower.

He became excited and, emboldened by the alcohol, got up and pulled her to dance; this dance took them from indoors to outdoors.

"Brother, people inside are watching!" Ruyu reminded him, nestled in his arms.

"What's there to be afraid of?" he said, half-drunk, "You're not married, I'm not married, can't we go for it?"

Because of this, Ruyu fell silent, following him as they danced and were led to the school.

"This is my alma mater, is it yours too?" he asked, holding her hand.

"Of course, didn't they say I was your little sister's classmate?" she laughed.

"Ah! Yes!" He then led her to the flagpole: "I've raised the flag here before!"

"Then I must have seen it." She recalled a bald-headed elementary school student standing there raising the flag.

A bright moon shone down from the flagpole, illuminating them both. Under this moonlight, he embraced her and kissed her.

After a while, she stuck out her tongue and said, "What does this mean?"

He considered for a moment before saying, "I want you."

Then, his actions became more intense, starting with her cheeks and moving down her body in a frenzy of kisses. When he reached her chest, she covered herself; but he ignored her and moved her hands away, continuing to kiss her nipples.

"Brother, no...no...we..." she cried out.

He ignored her, not only sucking on her nipples forcefully, but also reaching for her genitals with one hand. As he inserted his hand into her panties, her body trembled, as if she wanted to reach out to stop him, but instead she tore at his hair.

"Ah...brother, you're so bad, you...what are you doing?" she cried out, raising her hips high, clearly not speaking her mind, her body involuntarily cooperating with his actions.

Having already tasted the forbidden fruit with Alan, he fully understood the desires of a woman's heart. He used two fingers to stir and wring inside her flower, and the wetness immediately filled her, quietly sliding down her vagina.

After suckling both her nipples, he turned to kiss her neck. Soon, she couldn't resist lifting his head, her mouth clamping onto his like a suction cup, refusing to let go. Her tongue and his tongue entwined like a dragon. Not only that, her hands also reached into his chest, pinching his nipples, twisting and squeezing them, causing him to wince in pain.

He suddenly turned her body around, pulling her into his arms, then, inhaling the scent of her hair, he undressed her. Once naked, he played with her labia, listening to the flags flapping in the wind above, and in the darkness, he felt as if he were making love with Du Youlan. She shifted restlessly, her hands reaching over to undo his belt, then suddenly reaching into his underwear, grabbing his engorged penis, and gripping it tightly, moving it up and down.

Extremely aroused, he didn't hesitate, lifting her body and placing it on his penis with perfect aim; her small opening landed precisely on his little brother, swallowing it whole, practically plunging him in.

They both moaned and groaned simultaneously, rubbing and writhing against each other, the sounds of their genitals sizzling crisply in the moonlight.

He wrapped his arms around her body, each hand grasping a breast, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes vigorously rubbing, sometimes pinching the nipples—this intimate contact brought her immense pleasure; she tilted her head back, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, continuing to kiss his lips.

This position was quite strenuous for her, so she slipped off him, lying on her back, awaiting his arrival. He rolled over and mounted her, his enormous "king" quickly returning to his "palace," thrusting deeply and repeatedly, both forgetting the pain in their excitement.

Her back and his knees rubbed against the cold, hard cement platform. Normally, this would have been unbearable, but now he felt nothing. Only when he was exhausted did the pain begin to surface.

He stopped, flipped her over, and placed her on top. In the moonlight, he quietly admired her full upper body, caressing her tenderly. They gazed at each other, slightly panting, awaiting the next round of attack.

She began to move, her hips slightly twisting, her labia clamping onto his penis, then sliding down to engulf it; then she closed her eyes, violently shaking her body, faster and faster, hissing as she breathed.

"Ah…" he almost cried out "Alan," then quickly corrected himself: "Ah, I can't take it… harder, faster."

He raised his head and bit her breast, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly. At the last moment, he thrust upwards with all his might, then stopped moving.

The flags snapped, the moonlight was gentle, and everything was eternal.

Eternity is an illusion, including the ringing of the telephone.

"Hey, brother." It was Reporter He's voice: "I'm downstairs at your place, time to go."

Chapter Fourteen of *Love in the Sea* I promised to take you to spy on Gao Sen and Yan Ruyu's first time making love, and I just fulfilled my promise; they made love on the flagpole of the elementary school, and we were just elementary school students who happened to witness the spectacle during a nighttime school visit.

Did you feel your face flush and your heart race? You even asked me afterward, "What were they doing?

So kind!"

I'm sure spying is a morbid state, but I spy to write novels, and you spy to read novels, so we're both healthy.

But, wasn't Alan's behavior that night morbid?

After finishing her last glass of wine, she suddenly smashed it, picked up a shard, walked over to Tongzai, pulled the gag out of his mouth, and said, "You, you didn't...want to find me? Now...I'll...have some fun with you."

"Don't do anything reckless, you old hag," Tongzai shouted nervously.

"Okay, okay, have some fun," Cheng Yuan, who was also quite drunk, clapped his hands happily.

Several kilometers away, Gao Sen and the reporter surnamed He shook hands. The other was a big guy with a thick beard, looking like a gangster boss.

"Get in the car quickly, or you'll miss a good show," the reporter urged him.

"Where are the brothers?" he asked as he got into the car.

"They've already left!" the reporter stepped on the gas and sped off.

Du Youlan was truly enraged this time. She ripped off Tongzai's shirt, then suddenly gently stroked his chest, saying, "So...strong...it must be so great when we make love..."

"Sister-in-law." Tongzai, who had been tied up while drunk, was now completely awake, terrified. "Forgive me, I won't do it again."

"Don't be afraid, be good." Before she finished speaking, shards of glass suddenly slashed across his chest, passing just above his nipples.

Tongzai screamed, and blood immediately seeped out. He desperately tried to break free, but the marble chair was too heavy, and he could only move it slightly.

"Fake Immortal, stop this crazy woman! If she causes a death, we're finished!" Old Tang only now realized the seriousness of the situation.

"It'll be your turn soon, don't rush." Cheng Yuan grinned at him.

"Take a rope and put it around his head... put it around his head... if he dares to... dares to move, strangle him... strangle him to death,"

Alan instructed Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan immediately made two nooses and placed them on the head, a "tightening spell." He sat in the middle, holding one end of each noose.

When Alan made another cut down Tongzai's back, he tried to struggle again. Cheng Yuan ruthlessly tightened the rope, and Tongzai was instantly paralyzed, his eyes bulging as he stared at the ceiling, groaning and moaning.

"Please, Brother Cheng..." Old Tang on the other side cried, tears streaming down his face.

Alan, like a madman, slashed wildly at his waist and chest, shouting, "Kill you... you dog... kill you, kill you!"

Tongzai seemed numb, motionless, but urine seeped from between his legs.

As soon as Reporter He got out of the car, he hid in a corner of the park and took a leak. Gao Sen, who was waiting nearby, felt the park looked very familiar.

"I was about to burst," Reporter He said as he came out. "Let's go meet them."

The two of them arrived at the foot of the building, looked around for a while, and then Reporter He led him to a car. The window rolled down, and the car was full of people.

"How do we get in? Which floor?" Old He asked the driver repeatedly.

"Eighth floor," he replied. "We'll pretend to be postmen delivering registered mail, and once we trick them into opening the door, we'll rush in and arrest them. Remember, you follow behind, no photos allowed, and stick to those three principles."

"Brother, no problem," Old He patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go upstairs!"

The show on the eighth floor wasn't over yet. Alan moved on to another target, walking up to Old Tang. Old Tang flailed in terror, pleading, "Brother Cheng, save me, save me..."

"Alan, let him die, hahaha..." Cheng Yuan protested her cries.

Suddenly, Du Youlan bent down, raised the kitchen knife from the teacup, and swung it at Cheng Yuan's head.

"Ah..." Cheng Yuan screamed.

He turned to look at Alan holding the knife, his face filled with horror. Alan was also stunned. Looking at the knife, she saw no blood. In a daze, she suddenly realized that she was holding the knife upside down; it was the back of the blade that had struck his head.

Cheng Yuan also realized this, reaching back to touch the back of his head, where blood seeped out. He knew the back of the blade had struck the old wound from his previous fall. He immediately leaped up and rushed towards the bedroom, but Alan was quick, blocking his path with the knife.

"Alan, I beg you..." Cheng Yuan cried desperately, tears streaming down his face. "I'm a piece of trash. It was all my fault before. I hit you, I scolded you, I didn't treat you like a human being, and I even listened to that old blind man's nonsense and plotted against you... It's all my fault. The Buddhists say, 'Put down the butcher's knife, and you will immediately become a Buddha.' Please put down the knife, okay?"

"Kill you, you dog, kill you, kill you..." Alan kept waving the knife and shouting.

"Alan, the so-called 'one night of marriage brings a hundred days of kindness'..."

Just at this critical moment, the doorbell rang. Cheng Yuan then realized that there was no need to hide in the bedroom. Wouldn't it be safer to rush out the front door behind him? He stopped talking and turned around to rush to the door, hurriedly unlocked it, and immediately shouted for help. However, when he looked out, he saw a group of strangers standing outside.

Gao Sen followed the group into the Cheng family home and immediately saw two people, an old man and a young boy, bound together. The older one was alright, only repeatedly crying out, "Help me..."

The younger one was in a terrible state, covered in blood, his face ashen, staring blankly at the ceiling, oblivious to the commotion.

"Donald Duck? Is that you?" the leader asked the older man.

"Yes, yes," Old Tang exclaimed happily, "Are you cops? I want to turn myself in, take me away from this hellhole!"

"Yes, of course we are." The leader made a face at the group, then smiled at Old Tang and said, "We'll take you to a safe place."

"I'd accept jail time," Old Tang replied.

"What happened to this guy? Did you chop him?" the leader asked Cheng Yuan, pointing at Tongzai.

"It wasn't me, no, I didn't commit a crime," Cheng Yuan hurriedly protested. "It was my woman who did it."

"She ran into the bedroom," Old Tang added. "The cleaver is still in her hand."

"It's dangerous," his brother told his men. "Quickly break down the door, things can get out of hand."

Gao Sen walked up to the blood-soaked youth and noticed a naked woman tattoo on his arm, which had never bled before. He asked, "Are you Tongzai?"

The youth didn't answer, still staring blankly at the ceiling.

"He's Tongzai, he's scared out of his wits, officer, get him to the hospital!" Old Tang interjected.

Amidst the banging on the door, Reporter He asked Gao Sen, "Was it him?"

Gao Sen nodded.

"Once they leave, immediately call the police, and you'll close this case."

"Alan..." Cheng Yuan shouted, "Open the door!"

Alan? Gao Sen was suspicious. Just as he was about to ask Cheng Yuan some questions, the door was kicked open, and everyone rushed in, but there was no one there.

The French windows leading to the small balcony were open. Gao Sen went out and peered down; a group of people were gathered below, and in the middle was a pile of things that looked like a human figure, like a long-haired woman, like his childhood sweetheart, Du Youlan.

"Alan..." His heart pounded.

"Quick, get out of here! Someone's been killed! The cops will be here soon!" His brother ordered everyone: "Get Donald Duck out of here."

"Alan... Alan... Alan..."

Was Gao Sen calling her, or was it the misty mountain in his hometown that guarded its people day and night? 02-07 Spring in the Countryside

(Part 1)

I walked out of Liangshuizhai Railway Station and then transferred to a bus to Sangjiawan. Along the way, all I saw were green mountains and clear waters. I felt a sense of liberation. It was time for life to have a new and healthy start!

I wanted to go to a sparsely populated, secluded place to live a simple and peaceful life!

Looking back on those chaotic days, I think my decision was wise. In that densely populated metropolis, I had never stayed in one place for more than a few months, because many people thought I was… a bit of a pervert.

The first two sub-landlords were alright; when they learned from the building manager that I had climbed down the drainpipe from the rooftop to peep at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl showering, they refunded part of my rent and deposit and politely told me to move out within a week. The one I had was much worse. He threw my belongings outside the door and warned me to get far away and never let him see me again, or anything could happen.

Sigh, why get so angry? All he did was accidentally find his sixteen-year-old daughter Xiaolian's dirty old underwear in my room.

That day, I was too careless. I had just stolen the panties from Xiaolian's pile of clothes waiting to be washed, and I couldn't wait to go back to my room. I grabbed the panties, put them on my penis, and started masturbating. I didn't even close the door properly, and the landlady, who came in excitedly to play chess with me, found out. Then we had a big argument.

Speaking of which, her daughter Xiaolian really was a bit seductive, with a face that was very innocent. Don't let her young age fool you; the way she walked, her hips swaying, was incredibly wanton. Especially since she always wore thin pajama bottoms at home, and the panties underneath were a different color every day, barely visible. One night, the landlady wasn't home, and Xiaolian was walking around in the living room. Her little tank top covered her pear-shaped breasts, and her nipples were clearly protruding. What particularly aroused my lust was the bright red panty clasp that appeared under her semi-transparent pajama bottoms. It was only the size of a palm, just enough to cover her vulva and buttocks.

So I devised a plan to lure her into my room. I turned up the volume of my computer game, and sure enough, not long after, Xiaolian knocked on the door, begging to play too. I teased her by pretending to hesitate, and when Xiaolian tried to grab my game controller, I took advantage of the chaos to touch her breasts, buttocks, and vulva. I don't mean to blatantly touch her (which I really wanted to do), but rather to touch and wipe here and there, pretending it was an accident.

Soon, my penis became painfully hard, especially when I saw this teenage girl, leaning over her desk, her plump buttocks, taut with bright red panties, sticking out in front of me, swaying and bobbing with youthful energy to the exciting game. At first, I pretended to teach her, gently pressing against her buttocks, then gradually increasing the pressure. I quickly realized Xiaolian was a very innocent and naive girl, as she was completely absorbed in playing computer games and seemed indifferent to the rubbing and squeezing of my penis against her buttocks.

Finally, I simply pulled down my pants, ejaculating with my naked penis pressed against her buttocks. The difficult part was catching the semen with tissues while ejaculating to avoid soiling her buttocks – that was much more troublesome.

It sounds ridiculous, but I'm quite experienced in this area! For me, ejaculating against the buttocks of a pretty, delicate girl feels better than actual intercourse. The problem is, how can I do it cleanly? To be precise, how can I rub and squeeze the full buttocks of a seductive stranger until I ejaculate without being noticed?

We've strayed from the topic. I don't intend to delve into those potentially tedious, but for me, academic, technical, and challenging topics. I simply want to state that what happened that night resulted in me ejaculating while pressed against Xiaolian's beautiful, plump buttocks. She didn't notice, engrossed in her computer game. Two

days later, I was kicked out by the sub-landlord because of the "triangle underwear incident," so no one knew about that wonderful night except me. For a while, I wondered what the volatile sub-landlord's reaction would be if he knew that I had pleasured his beautiful daughter while pressing her buttocks against him. The worst-case scenario? Would he lose his head? And the best-case scenario? Surely he wouldn't want me as his son-in-law? Would he want to fuck that little slut's cunt every night? He'd probably get tired of it eventually, wouldn't he?

However, what truly made me decide to leave this chaotic city and search for that idyllic paradise was another encounter…

Spring in the Countryside (Part Two)

It wasn't long ago. As usual, I targeted young girls on crowded buses. This time, my target was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old female student.

I stood behind the girl, and as the bus started moving, I thrust my hips tightly against her buttocks, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Soon, I realized this pretty girl knew who I was, but because the bus was so crowded, she couldn't avoid me. Of course, she could have turned around and scolded me, but for some reason, she didn't. She didn't even turn her head to look. If she did, I wouldn't dare press against her buttocks anymore.

Gradually, I felt her buttocks seem to be moving backward as if against her will, as if her physical reaction had overwhelmed her reason. Seeing her reaction, I pressed myself even harder against her full buttocks. My crotch bulged tightly against the hollow of her buttocks; in fact, my entire lower abdomen was almost completely clamping her buttocks. With the swaying of the bus, I pressed and squeezed her round buttocks, rhythmically rubbing them against each other. I felt her deliberately thrusting her buttocks back from time to time. Actually, she didn't need to do that, because I was pressing against her so brazenly, and with the bus's swaying, it was almost like real intercourse—a paparazzi-style act from behind.

My breathing became more and more rapid, and hot breaths heavily sprayed onto the back of her neck. My penis, pressing against her buttocks, grew harder and harder, as if it wanted to pierce her school skirt and penetrate her vagina.

Just as the girl in front seemed to be enjoying this strange sensation, I suddenly stopped pressing against her. This disappointed her greatly. She turned her head slightly and looked around. She found that I hadn't moved away, but I was just no longer pressing against her buttocks. Just as she was starting to feel a little disappointed, I pressed against her buttocks again. She probably didn't understand why I hadn't pressed against her earlier; actually, I had unzipped my pants and taken out my penis!

I had only intended to press against this pretty female student subtly, but unexpectedly, she not only didn't object, but even encouraged me by welcoming her with her full buttocks. Her figure was so beautiful, her buttocks round, large, and bouncy. After pressing for a while, my lust intensified, I simply unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and pressed it against her more directly. At this point, the bus was crowded, and I was pressed tightly against her; unless one looked closely, no one would notice my lecherous behavior.

And so, I kept pressing against her buttocks, both of us tacitly enjoying the wonderful pleasure. I would occasionally thrust back and forth against her with the swaying of the bus. Several times she turned around, though she didn't dare look directly at my face, she secretly looked down at her buttocks where my penis was pressed against them. I think she was still pretending not to notice me molesting her!

Then I felt I was about to ejaculate. Although my reason told me not to, I still pressed myself against her forcefully, regardless of the consequences. Then, my legs pressed tightly against her buttocks, trembling as if I had suddenly caught a chill. At the same time, my breathing became heavy and labored. The girl seemed a little scared, her buttocks twisting restlessly against my weight, as if trying to break free. However, she soon realized what was happening. She could almost feel my muscles twitching. I brazenly squeezed her round buttocks, my upper body pressed against her back, my lower body swaying against her buttocks like a male dog mating with a female dog.

Although the girl was somewhat panicked, at this point, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue pretending not to know. However, she immediately sensed that things were going badly, because her school skirt was now covered in my semen, and some of it had seeped into her inner thighs. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and these substances instilled fear in her heart, causing her to involuntarily scream.

What happened next is probably predictable to the reader. Although I tried to escape, I failed. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated, my legs were weak and I couldn't run at all. As a result, an off-duty detective took me to the police station.

During the few days I was detained at the police station, two doctors examined and evaluated me. One of them was a psychiatrist. According to him, I might have a mental disorder called "friction fetish." I deeply regretted my past acts of indecent assault and harassment of young women, so I asked the doctor if there was any way to correct my sexual perversion.

The doctor said that severe cases could be treated with medication. This involved taking a certain drug whenever the thought or action of molesting a woman occurred. The drug would cause intense nausea, and over time, this would create a reflex that would correct the behavior.

For less severe cases, the doctor suggested analyzing the environments that most easily triggered the perverted behavior and avoiding them in the future. This would gradually erase the triggers and correct the sexual perversion. Two days

later, the doctor and the police officer in charge of my case came to persuade me to attend a seminar. The officer even hinted that if I attended, he might not prosecute me. Later, I learned that the girl I had molested was unwilling to testify against me, perhaps out of shame or fear of ridicule. At the time, I didn't know this reason, and the doctor told me that sharing my feelings and thoughts with others would greatly help correct my sexual perversion, so I readily agreed.

Little did I know that this would make me a celebrity in the city! It turns out that the seminar was on TV, and I heard that many people watched it. I read in the newspaper that the TV station was even planning to submit this special episode for some award! Maybe the Oscars?

As I walked down the street, people kept pointing and whispering about me. What embarrassed me most were the mothers with little girls of five or six years old. Several times they even yelled at me, making me feel so ashamed that I wanted to disappear into nowhere!

So, I'm now sitting on this bus to Sangjiawan, continuing my journey to escape the world's judgment.

Spring in the Countryside (Part 3)

I came to this remote place to cultivate my mind and character based on the doctor's suggestion. The doctor has a relative who is the village chief here, and I heard that I can ask him for help if needed.

On the day I arrived, I was in a particularly good mood. I politely visited the village chief that day and stayed at his house for one night. After learning about the general situation in the village, I politely declined the village chief's offer to let me stay longer. I decided to go to a dilapidated temple about twenty miles away from the village to experience a truly secluded life. The next day, with the village chief's help, I hired an old woman to take care of my daily needs. Besides my personal belongings, I carried a few martial arts novels and some scientific papers and magazines. The

quiet days passed by. The old woman would come every other day around noon, bringing me food and washed clothes. She would always ask what I needed, and sometimes I would ask her to bring toothpaste, matches, lamp oil, and other supplies.

During the day, I would wander the mountains with my backpack. At night, I would sometimes return and sleep in a dilapidated temple, and sometimes I would simply sleep by the stream or on a hilltop.

Gradually, I felt my desire for women decrease. Sometimes I couldn't help but recall my past perverted behavior—the image of young girls' buttocks swaying wantonly under my penis. When I felt my penis slowly swell in my pants, I would consciously run frantically along mountain paths, sometimes catching fish in the mountain stream. That sexual urge seemed to slowly disappear.

Sometimes, while flipping through the science magazines I brought, I would analyze the causes of volcanic eruptions, major earthquakes, and so on. I vaguely felt that these things might be related to my current life, but these thoughts only flashed through my mind and I didn't delve into them further.

After some time, one morning I woke up and found that I had experienced nocturnal emission again, something I hadn't done since my teenage years! I remembered the saying "nocturnal emission when the semen is full," so it seemed that my cultivation was almost complete!

I didn't realize at the time that the demon in my heart hadn't been driven away, but merely suppressed, like the unusual calm before a volcanic eruption!

After being separated from the outside world for so long, I began to cherish my brief meetings with the old woman every other day. I longed for someone to talk to, and the old woman, regardless of who it was, was eager to have someone to talk to. She would talk endlessly, and she thought that since I was a city person, chatting with me was a very interesting thing.

I didn't ask intentionally, and because of her accent, I could only understand about five or six parts of what she said. But gradually, I learned that the old woman's son had gone to work in the city, leaving only her wife and two granddaughters at home, one fifteen and the other fourteen. Her wife had married young and was not yet thirty, and they took turns washing my clothes.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, constantly fantasizing about the beautiful faces of the two sisters in the old woman's house, and that young woman, not yet thirty, whose husband was often away and had no time to touch her—her breasts must still be quite perky!

As dawn approached, I finally fell asleep. In my hazy state, I seemed to see that young woman, her white body naked, sucking my penis again and again. I woke up and found I had ejaculated again.

For several days in a row, I felt conflicted, and I started thinking about women constantly again. I noticed a cluster of red flowers growing behind the dilapidated temple. No one had ever admired them; their petals had already fallen to the ground, and I was filled with many emotions. "

Beautiful flowers, unrecognized; blooming and fading in solitude!"

I'm not good at poetry, yet somehow this line came out, and I ended up admiring it for a while. Then, for some reason, I thought of the brood of young females at the old woman's house. So young and beautiful, if they weren't loved by men in time, wouldn't they be like those few clusters of red flowers, blooming and fading, unappreciated? Wouldn't that be a pity? Perhaps I should go help them, and take turns playing with them! My lewd thoughts quietly welled up.

But soon, I remembered the doctor's advice to stay away from the triggers that could lead to my deviant sexual behavior. It seemed my time here was almost up.

I finally decided to leave. One day, the old woman told me that the village chief was getting married to his daughter in a couple of days and wanted to invite me down the mountain to the wedding feast. She asked me what I disliked. I really disliked wedding banquets and general social engagements, which became the perfect excuse for me to leave.

I packed my meager belongings, leaving some money in a prominent place and two letters, which were simply words of thanks to the village chief and the old woman.

On the morning of the village chief's daughter's wedding, I began my descent from the mountain.

After walking for half an hour without seeing a soul, and turning several corners, I spotted a slender, youthful figure approaching me in the distance…

Spring in the Countryside (Part Four):

The Body of a Young Girl! I vaguely guessed she was one of those lovely sisters.

As I drew closer, I felt a little dizzy. It had been so long since I'd seen such a young woman. Her face was fair and clean, her small, rosy lips slightly parted, and she was breathing softly. The girl saw me too and stopped by the roadside, standing there gracefully, waiting for me. I eagerly scanned her chest; her developing breasts, though covered by her clothes, were clearly protruding.

“Oh, aren’t you the older brother from the city?”

Before I could speak, the girl asked softly. For some reason, I felt she was using a coquettish voice, as if she were deliberately trying to seduce me.

“Let me help you with some things, come on, come on…”

The girl bent down and eagerly helped me with my small suitcase. Our soft bodies began to collide and rub against each other. I noticed that two buttons on her blouse were undone, and her two dazzling white breasts seemed ready to burst free from her clothes at any moment.

What was going on? The buttons were fastened properly just now.

In the wilderness, there was no one except me and this beautiful little vixen in front of me.

The temptation was too great…

I stared greedily at her snow-white breasts that were mostly exposed… Touching them must feel so good. What if my penis was sandwiched between those two tender breasts? What if I had her stick out her little tongue and lick the tip of my penis?

My mouth was parched... the tender flesh was right there in my mouth... let's go... the doctor said...

My hands were completely out of my control; I reached out and grabbed her like a chick, then pushed her to the ground. I never intended to hurt any young girl, but from the moment she fell, I felt a change in me. An impatient lust, mixed with long-suppressed animalistic instincts, finally erupted in a violent form I'd never experienced before.

I looked down at her; the girl began to struggle to get up, looking at me with a hint of panic.

She finally stood up, her eyes even more panicked, because I pushed her face down again. I straddled her, then mounted her. I felt her buttocks throbbing beneath me. Since I came to the countryside, my penis and the buttocks of a young girl were finally pressed tightly together again.

The girl started kicking her two strong, long legs and crying. I bent down and licked her exposed white neck like a dog, tearing off the remaining buttons on her chest with both hands, and then forcefully and wantonly kneading her breasts. Then I freed one hand and reached into the girl's crotch... I touched her plump vulva, which had just grown a little hair. It seemed that my penis was going to be squeezed by this little slut's vulva this time... When I tried to insert a finger into the girl's vagina, the girl suddenly raised her head and began to struggle violently...

Spring in the Countryside (5)

"What's wrong? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" I pulled back my hand that was touching her vulva and slapped her tender buttocks hard with my other hand.

"Ouch! Please don't hit my buttocks, and you hurt me just now!"

The girl started to cry loudly. I saw that she was crying with tears, saliva and snot all together, and it didn't seem like she was faking it.

A pang of pity struck me. I straightened up and looked down at the alluring body curled up on the grass.

"Damn it, stop pretending to be innocent! Go wash your filthy face and then come serve your grandpa!"

I said fiercely, grabbing her hair and dragging her to the stream. I was so fierce because I was certain this little slut had been actively seducing me. Why would she need to be so close to me? And what about those breasts that kept popping out?

Watching her cry as she washed her face, I sat down on a large rock and slowly began to take off my coat. After a moment's thought, I spread it on the rock.

Turning back to see the girl carefully grooming herself, I started to doubt myself. So beautiful, so innocent—wasn't it a little strange compared to her earlier wantonness?

Whatever, this cum was going to have to come out; I'd been holding it in for too long.

"Little girl, come here!"

The girl walked over timidly. I noticed that she had fastened the two buttons on the front, but the bottom ones had been roughly ripped off by me earlier. As she walked, her breasts, without a bra, bounced inside her clothes. When she saw me wearing only underwear, a blush slowly crept onto her fair face.

"What's your name?"

"Er Niu."

"Er Niu? That's a nice name. Your sister must be Da Niu, right?"

Faced with the alluring girl before me, I found it hard to resist any longer. I rushed over, tightly embraced Er Niu's captivating body, and then pressed her against the rock. After an initial symbolic struggle, Er Niu was quickly stripped naked. I was completely mesmerized by Er Niu's pristine naked body. From her pert breasts to her round buttocks, she formed a very beautiful curve. Between her two strong thighs, her vulva, like a ripe peach, was still developing, with not yet all the hair growing, yet it appeared exceptionally full.

I got up and took off the rest of my underwear, pressing Erniu's snow-white body down on me again. I began to passionately kiss her red little mouth, and pulled Erniu's little hand to touch my penis. When I noticed that her soft little hand was trembling, inexperiencedly exploring my penis, I suddenly realized that the seductive moves Erniu used when she first met me must have been taught to her by that little woman on the spot! I sat up.

Spring in the Countryside (VI)

Erniu seemed to be mostly a virgin, and I was going to enjoy it properly.

I gently helped her up and let her lean against me. The rising sun peeked out from the distant mountains, giving this corner of the earth brightness and warmth. Erniu was clearly moved by my tenderness. Two crystal tears rolled back and forth in her beautiful eyes, finally dripping onto her white chest. I leaned over and gently licked away the slightly alkaline tear stains, but this only brought more tears, which fell like broken pearls.

Just as I was beginning to feel a little reluctant to play with this pure and beautiful Erniu, I was pleasantly surprised to feel my penis being gently grasped by Erniu's small hand again. Her soft little hand quickly learned to stroke it. While kissing her lips, earlobes, and neck, one hand continuously kneaded her breasts, arousing this little virgin's desire, and the other hand secretly reached down, gently violating her full vulva. Erniu let out a soul-stirring moan and began to writhe all over.

I begged Erniu to suck my penis. Erniu was a little hesitant, staring at my penis, hesitating for a long time, before finally opening her small mouth and sucking my penis. I squinted as I watched her diligently sucking my penis between my legs. Her firm, white buttocks bounced up and down. Erniu was truly an incredible girl; she looked so innocent, yet she was so focused and forceful when sucking my penis. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, which was tightly holding my penis, down to my scrotum. I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

I released her breasts, which had been being squeezed so forcefully, and placed my penis between them. Then I told Erniu to squeeze her breasts together. The soft, girlish breasts pressed against my penis, giving me a premonition of climax. I quickly ordered Erniu, "Quick, quick, stick out your tongue and lick it!"

Although Erniu was surprised by my nervous tone, she obediently stuck out her tongue to meet the swollen penis sandwiched between her breasts. The moment her tongue touched it, semen began to spurt out.

Spring in the Countryside (Seven)

"Quick, suck it!"

I shouted urgently, my voice hoarse. I pressed Erniu's head down hard, my penis throbbing rhythmically in her mouth. Although I missed the first mouthful of semen, the rest all shot into Erniu's mouth. What made me very satisfied was that Erniu's tongue, which had been licking me earlier, was touching the most sensitive part of the tip of my penis at the moment of my ejaculation, giving me extra pleasure.

The sexual climax had passed.

I released my grip on Erniu's hands, and my slightly limp penis made a soft "snap" sound as it left her rosy lips. I gently stroked her slightly disheveled hair approvingly. Erniu knew she had satisfied me and seemed very happy. While wiping the semen from her mouth and face, she asked me with a hint of worry, "Just now...did I hurt you? How did these things come out?"

Her adorable appearance made me laugh. I patted Erniu's bare bottom, took her little hand, and walked towards the stream.

After cleaning up by the stream, we got dressed. Erniu carefully found the lost button, and then we sat together, whispering sweet nothings.

Through our tender conversation, I pieced together the whole story. It turned out that through the old woman's connections, they knew a city man lived in the mountains, and the young woman had started fantasizing about having me as her son-in-law. Since Da Niu already had a boyfriend, her hopes were pinned on Erniu. Today, while the old woman was busy helping the village chief with his wedding preparations, the young woman asked Erniu to use the excuse of inviting me down the mountain for the wedding feast

, intending to seduce me with a few tricks she had personally taught me. After hearing this, I suddenly realized what was going on, sighed, and didn't want to blame them too much. Life in the countryside is indeed poor; if they could find a city person to help them, that would be a good thing… but finding a city person like me, a lecherous

man, was another matter entirely. According to Erniu, the young woman had one more trick up her sleeve: to have Erniu pretend to twist her ankle and beg me to carry her… Hearing this, I felt uneasy. I started to resent the woman, because I admitted that using a fresh-faced girl like Erniu to deal with me was hitting my weak spot; I had no choice but to surrender.

Ignoring him, I decided to finish penetrating Erniu's plump vulva first. I noticed my penis was getting restless again. I pulled Erniu into my arms, my hands roaming over her body. Erniu held my hands, gazing at me intently. Suddenly, I understood; she was expecting a promise.

"Erniu, I love you so much!" I said sincerely, looking directly into her beautiful eyes. A

satisfied smile appeared on Erniu's face. She stood up and took off her clothes, her youthful breasts once again proudly exposed before me.

"How do you like to love me?" Erniu asked seductively, feigning a runaway motion.

"I like to press your soft, white body against me and love you!" I lunged at her, but she nimbly dodged.

"I knew you wanted to bully me!" she laughed. "Those naughty hands of yours, twisting my body until it's all bruised and red. And..." she lewdly chuckled, "And that unruly thing in your crotch..."

I suddenly pounced again, knocking her down onto the grass. Erniu feigned struggle, but I stripped her naked again and pinned her down. I quickly took off my own clothes. The teasing words from before had aroused me intensely. I was genuinely afraid she would run away. I pressed Erniu down tightly with my upper body, forcefully spreading her two white thighs apart with my knees. The girl's last line of defense had collapsed. My penis freely rubbed back and forth against the girl's labia majora. Erniu let out a series of moans, her legs spread wide open.

When I actually penetrated her, Erniu let out a scream. Her vagina spasmed and gripped my penis tightly, making it impossible for me to move forward or backward. I leaned over and gently suckled her breasts. Erniu suddenly hugged me tightly, panting, and said, "Love me...love me however you want..."

But I still waited for a while before slowly starting to thrust. With each thrust, Erniu moaned.

Spring in the Countryside (8)

"Ah...ah...heartless lover..."

I felt that Erniu was the heartless one, gripping my penis so tightly, wasn't this going to kill me?

And those moans, each one scratching at my nerves, seemed to be urging me to ejaculate. I mustered my remaining strength and made a final, frantic thrusting, and then ejaculated.

Originally, I wanted to try a few different positions to have some fun with this beautiful little virgin I had pinned down, but I ended up losing in shame.

Erniu lay limp on the ground, panting. The playful look she had when teasing me was gone. Looking into her resentful eyes, I couldn't help but pull her into my arms again, gently comforting her. We embraced for a long time, as if we had merged with the surrounding nature... Later, Erniu finally suggested we go back. When I helped her up, a dark red stream of blood flowed down Erniu's white thigh...

By the time we finally returned to the village, it was already dark. We couldn't leave today, and Erniu's innocent body had been violated by me like this, which was really pitiful. I should also make arrangements for her. I decided to stay for a few days. When I took the disheveled Erniu back to her doorstep, I was relieved to find that no one was home. They had probably all gone to the village chief's house for a wedding. Erniu said she needed to change her clothes. I kissed her goodbye and agreed to meet again tomorrow. I went to the village chief's house first.

The village chief had already cleared out a room for me; his house was indeed bustling with the joyous celebration of a wedding. Finding the house too small, they'd set up over ten borrowed tables outside. The villagers were all gathered, celebrating together. Although I dislike social obligations, I figured I might as well make the best of it. I respectfully toasted the bride and groom, wishing them a long and happy life together, and was then seated at the old woman's table.

The old woman sat with a young girl who resembled Er Niu; it was undoubtedly Da Niu. They shared a large table with two other families. I'd come specifically to see the pretty woman who had once sucked my penis and extracted my semen in my dreams, but she wasn't there; I wondered where she'd gone.

The old woman made room for me next to her, and knowing Er Niu would be arriving later, she also cleared a seat next to Da Niu.

I'd walked a long way through the mountains and had been through a lot with Er Niu, so I was incredibly hungry.

The wedding feast in the countryside, though grand, was simple: large platters of fish and meat, and wine. Men and women alike drank.

I hadn't had such a feast in a long time, so I wolfed down my food as soon as I sat down. Because the village chief had introduced me as a city dweller, some people specifically came over to urge me to drink. Some of the village's young women and pretty young wives deliberately squeezed in to talk to the older girls, their eyes constantly darting towards me. The younger, shy ones would giggle and flirt to get my attention, while the older ones would flirt and tease the older girls, showing off their figures. One, with large breasts and a delicate face, simply stared at me intently, as if she wanted to devour me.

After a few drinks, I was already quite tipsy.

Just then, the young woman appeared. She had sat down next to me without me noticing. She leaned over and a charming voice rang in my ear: "Oh, big brother from the city, we've been waiting for you all day!"

As soon as I turned around, I felt a pair of high, soft breasts slowly brushing against my arm through the young woman's thin clothes. To be honest, it was more like the young woman deliberately let me touch her.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" she said with a lewd smile, moving even closer. Her watery eyes blinked, and my arm continued to be touched by her breasts. I dared not move, my heart pounding wildly. Looking at this charming and seductive future mother-in-law, my soul had already been captivated by her...

Spring in the Countryside (Nine)

"Why are you staring at me like that?" the young woman said, laughing as she laughed. When she laughed, her whole body moved, and I could clearly feel the young woman's breasts rubbing against my arm, her nipples hardening.

"Say something, you're making me feel uneasy." The young woman's eyes flickered, and a soft, boneless hand gently touched me.

"I... Sister-in-law..." I swallowed hard.

“My surname is Cheng, and my given name is Shenxue. Hmm… I don’t know if you’ll remember this… My nickname is Chuntian (Spring), because I was born in spring. Please don’t tell strangers this.”

“Chuntian, Cheng Shenxue, your name is so beautiful. My name is Bian Taijun.” I also told this charming and beautiful Shenxue, Chuntian.

“Bian Tai, pervert?” Shenxue covered her mouth and giggled.

“I still prefer to call you Big Brother.”

By this time, the wedding banquet was coming to an end. At our table, only Da Niu and two other girls were left chattering. Er Niu hadn’t come yet. The old woman sat next to me, drinking and already quite drunk. There was also that big-breasted girl from earlier, sitting opposite me and looking at me. I later learned that she was left by the village chief to serve me specially when I needed it, no wonder she kept staring at me. I sat close to the young woman, and because of the poor lighting outside, no one noticed.

"Here, have some more wine,"

she poured me a glass and handed it to me. I had already drunk too much, and as I took it with trembling hands, Shen Xue gently supported my hand until I finished drinking. After putting down the glass, a wave of alcohol washed over me, and I actually reached out to hug Shen Xue in front of everyone.

"Oh...no..."

Shen Xue blushed and gently pulled her hands away from mine, but one hand quietly reached under the table and gently pressed against my thigh. I reached out and took Shen Xue's hand in mine, and her plump, smooth thigh pressed against mine, her little finger gently circling my palm. My penis, which had been hard since I first saw the young woman, now needed even more stimulation. I placed Shen Xue's hand on my crotch.

"Ugh,"

Miyuki said softly, barely audible to me, trying to pull her hand back. I held it firmly with one hand, preventing her from breaking free, and with the other, I unzipped my pants. When her soft hand touched my penis directly, I let out a satisfied sigh. Miyuki's nimble hand began to grasp my penis and start stroking it.

I was astonished by Miyuki's fickle nature. She had just ordered Erniu to seduce me this morning, so why had she decided to do it herself now? Moreover, she could still talk to Daniu and the others while stroking my penis. I was deeply captivated by her unpredictable personality. On the other hand, I felt like I was being manipulated by this woman, yet I was helpless against it.

While stroking my penis, Shenxue watched the pleasure on my face. Slowly, a sly, mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. She pretended to drop her chopsticks, squatted down, and suddenly I felt a heat. Shenxue was sucking my penis vigorously, stroke after stroke. I couldn't help but groan. Seeing the questioning look from the big-breasted girl opposite me, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask her to pour me a drink. The girl opposite me seemed flattered and kept giving me flirtatious glances as she handed me the drink.

Unfortunately, just when I really needed Shenxue to continue sucking my penis, the old woman noticed that Shenxue was gone and asked, "Hey, where's my wife? Why isn't she here?"

"I'm picking up the chopsticks that fell on the ground,"

Shenxue said casually, standing up with a chopstick in hand, and then asked Da Niu if she was going home.

"Don't go, ever since last time... I've missed you so much..." Under the influence of alcohol, I started to stammer, clinging to Shenxue's hand.

"Look what he's saying! Our city guy has really drunk too much."

The old woman, though also quite drunk, seemed to notice my embarrassing behavior, so she said she was going back, and that Shenxue and Danu should come with her. Since Erniu wasn't there, she instructed Danu to pack some food in a bowl to take back.

Shenxue smiled and said goodbye, adding that she would come again tomorrow to discuss the old woman's wages. My eyes were fixed on Shenxue's high breasts, my alcohol-fueled mind stubbornly focused on one question: when Shenxue was sucking my penis, had I reached inside her clothes to touch her firm breasts? If not, what a pity! And the old woman, why did she have to find Shenxue at this time? Don't you know your wife is serving your boss? Slowly, I remembered I'd left some money in the dilapidated temple on the mountain.

Tomorrow... tomorrow isn't just about the old woman's wages, is it? How about a physical fight first? My mind was filled with wild thoughts as I stared blankly as they left.

"Brother, let me help you back to rest. The village chief sent me to serve you."

The girl with the large breasts and delicate face helped me into the village chief's house. I was too drunk, my steps unsteady, and I didn't quite know my way around, so I let her lead me to the toilet. Along the way, I felt the girl's firm breasts bumping against my body, and the lust I'd been aroused by Shen Xue began to transfer to the girl.

"Little girl, what's your name? How old are you?"

Taking advantage of my drunkenness, I started groping and touching her haphazardly.

Spring in the Countryside (10)

"Big brother, my name is Dong'er, and I'm thirteen years old."

"What! Only thirteen? I don't believe it! Dong'er, do you have a boyfriend?"

My hand, which was on her shoulder, stealthily reached down, lightly touching Dong'er's breasts. My already erect penis pressed against Dong'er's upturned buttocks, giving a powerful throb.

"No, I'm too young, how could anyone like me?" Dong'er said.

Just then, the village chief came out of the toilet. Seeing my drunken state, he instructed Dong'er to stay and take care of me that night, and then hurriedly left.

Thinking that this little girl was only thirteen years old, seemingly understanding only a little about matters between men and women, but her body was already quite mature, which was precisely the trigger for my friction fetish, I remembered Yisheng's analysis of my sexual orientation.

"Conflicting personality...possibly accompanied by other sexual perversions..."

Right, besides friction fetishism, I'm also a voyeur. I remember being kicked out by my landlord for peeping at young girls bathing. And then there's my fetishism—wasn't I obsessed with Xiaolian's tiny, dirty panties?

Who knows? Although I haven't tried it, maybe I'm an exhibitionist. I decided to try it, to discover myself, because I found myself having a huge urge to "make a fool of myself" in front of Dong'er.

I said to Dong'er, "Dong'er, wait for me outside."

I deliberately stumbled, as if about to fall, and crept towards the toilet.

As expected, Dong'er rushed forward, anxiously saying, "No, let me help you."

The girl fell for it, but who knows? Maybe Dong'er was deliberately taking a small loss so I could take advantage of her.

A small loss for a big gain.

I half-embraced, half-carried the thirteen-year-old Dong'er into the toilet.

"I need to pee, sigh, I've had too much to drink," I muttered to myself, one arm still half-embracing Dong'er, the other tugging at the zipper, deliberately pretending I couldn't pull it down. Dong'er kindly helped me pull down the zipper, her little hand reaching into my crotch and rummaging around for a while. I clearly felt Dong'er's little hand was already holding my penis, but for some reason she let go. My penis was being moved around by her little hand, making it even harder.

Dong'er's little hand continued to rummage in my crotch.

I became a little confused: "Dong'er, what are you doing?"

"I... I'm looking for your little chicken, it's not this, is it..."

She grasped my penis again, her chubby little hand squeezing it hard, another wave of pleasure.

"Ugh, what can I do? I'm so drunk. It's embarrassing. Fine, I'll just take my pants off, and you can look for it slowly!" I reluctantly pulled down my underwear and pants together, and then I was very pleased to find Xiao Dong'er staring wide-eyed at my erect penis, looking completely stunned.

"Wow, this is terrible! My little brother is eight years old, much smaller than your little chicken."

Dong'er seemed to think that a mature man's penis and an eight-year-old boy's should be about the same size, which explained why she had been searching for so long without finding the little chicken she was looking for.

However, because I had drunk too much, I really needed to pee, but facing Dong'er's big breasts, I found that doing something so simple was not easy, because my penis remained erect the whole time.

The oblivious Dong'er, ever the troublemaker, deliberately made things worse. She lightly grasped my penis with her little hand, stroked it a couple of times, waited a moment, and then couldn't help but look up, innocently asking, "Big brother, why aren't you peeing

yet?" I was a little amused and exasperated by Dong'er's antics. It seemed that urinating in front of this little girl wasn't going to be easy. I honestly told her, "Dong'er, I don't know why, but when I see your tender face, this part of me gets hard. A man can't pee like that."

Dong'er thought I was joking, and her little hand continued to diligently stroke my penis. Later, when she realized my hand had slipped inside her collar and was vigorously kneading her soft breasts, she began to understand.

"Big brother is bullying me, I'm not playing anymore," Dong'er quickly withdrew her hand and buried her face in my chest.

I couldn't help but cup Dong'er's face in my hands and greedily kissed her pouting, rosy lips twice. Dong'er closed her eyes, her ears turning bright red with embarrassment.

"Dong'er, go back first and help me tidy up the room, okay?"

I couldn't resist touching her breasts a couple more times.

Dong'er softly agreed, lowered her head, and ran out. She probably finally realized that my drunkenness was somewhat faked; I wasn't really so drunk that I needed her help to pee.

When I finally relaxed and returned to the room, I saw Dong'er with her buttocks sticking out, diligently tidying the sheets. As I walked behind her, about to make my move, I unexpectedly discovered the village chief sitting in a chair next to the desk, smiling at me. I lay down listlessly, vaguely answering the village chief's questions, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was quiet outside; even the chirping of insects had fallen silent. The bright moonlight streamed in through the window. I turned over, and my foot seemed to touch something soft. I sat up abruptly. In the moonlight, I saw a girl curled up asleep in the corner of the bed. I leaned over, and there was Dong'er, fast asleep, gently smacking her lips, a faint smile on her face, as if she were dreaming.

(Spring in the Countryside (XI))

I gently pulled Dong'er to my side, touching her bare arms exposed outside her clothes; they felt icy cold. I climbed out of bed, closed the window and the door, then climbed back in. I hugged Dong'er tightly again, pulling the blanket over us both.

I lowered my head, using the moonlight streaming through the glass window to carefully admire the lovely girl in my arms.

Dong'er's slightly disheveled hair wavy across the pillow, her lips slightly pouting, her eyebrows arched, her eyelashes like a doll's. In the moonlight, the thirteen-year-old girl's skin appeared exceptionally delicate. I leaned closer to see her fine hairs, my lips brushing against her tender face.

I gently kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose, and then that alluring little mouth I had longed for from the beginning. Her slightly dry lips became moist and lustrous under my caresses. Dong'er slowly warmed up in my arms, her supple body shifting restlessly. I then realized that Dong'er's slightly protruding belly was pressing against my crotch.

In this pure and romantic setting, my penis stirred restlessly.

I took off my clothes and set them aside, then pulled back the covers and began to unbutton Dong'er's clothes.

Her breasts sprang out, the nipples small. I couldn't resist leaning down, taking turns sucking on both nipples. Dong'er murmured in her sleep, her white body writhing restlessly. I looked up at her face; her eyes were still closed, but her lips were slightly parted, revealing a row of neat teeth.

I re-examined the little beauty beside me. Her snow-white, slightly plump body continued to writhe with a touch of lewdness, her pert breasts trembling enticingly. Her nipples, hardened by my greedy sucking, stood erect. Combined with her innocent face, I felt the allure of a devilish figure and an angelic face.

I had an urge to play with this little virgin as I pleased, to ravage her to my heart's content.

I imagined Dong'er pinned beneath me, her small vulva tightly gripping my thick penis, her round white buttocks writhing weakly, each powerful thrust accompanied by a moan of pleas for mercy.

But beautiful little Dong'er was only thirteen years old.

I recalled a man named M in the city who knew about my problem once said to me, "Thai Army, the age range of your perverted sexual harassment is getting younger and younger, from young women and girls, all the way up to...? You're seriously ill. This condition might lead to violence or harm, right?"

I remember telling him seriously at the time, "Mr. M, violence or harm is the out of question. As for the age issue, it's not about age, as long as you can be a baby."

Mr. M retorted, "But the law will take care of it." "

By the way, besides the law, the Thai army also has its own set of moral standards."

I kissed Dong'er's slightly parted lips again, then turned her over and laid her face down on the bed.

I easily took off her clothes and pants, and Dong'er's fair and tender body was now completely naked. From behind, she looked very cute. My hands gradually moved from her back to her buttocks, then slid down to her thighs and calves. The skin I touched was very tender, soft, and elastic. Her pert and round buttocks showed a tendency to spread slightly to the sides, indicating that she would have a big buttocks and become a mature woman in the future.

I lifted her buttocks, pulled the blanket over her, and placed it under her. Then I spread her thighs apart, revealing her vulva between her upturned buttocks from behind.

I thrust my body forward, my already erect penis rubbing back and forth between the girl's buttocks, labia, and anus. My hand reached for her breasts.

In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated inside the vulva of this thirteen-year-old virgin while kneading her large breasts.

I felt immensely satisfied, and, think about it, I had preserved a young girl's virginity.

I got up, dressed myself, hastily wiped Dong'er clean, helped her put on her clothes, and then held her in my arms. Did Dong'er know that I had ejaculated outside her vagina? I wondered as I slowly fell asleep.

In the morning, Dong'er woke me up; the sun shone brightly through the window.

"Big brother, get up and have breakfast! Why aren't you up yet?"

Dong'er was already up early, and it seemed she had already gone home. Yesterday she wore a light purple dress, but today she was wearing a light green one.

I climbed out of bed, looking at Dong'er's full breasts and round buttocks, and regretted not having fully possessed her last night.

"Ah, I slept so well, Dong'er, I had a good dream last night." I wanted to test Dong'er.

"Big brother, why are you holding me when I woke up this morning?" Dong'er complained, blushing slightly.

I felt relieved and casually said, "Oh, yes, I saw you huddled in the corner of the bed, shivering from the cold, so I pulled you over to warm up for a while. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Dong'er and I went out to have breakfast together. 02-07
Spring in the Countryside (12)

After breakfast, I followed the village chief's nephew, A-Qiang, in a taxi called a "mian di" to the town. A-Qiang had some official business, so I took care of some personal matters, including getting a haircut.

When we arrived in town, I went to the post office first, sent two telegrams, and made a phone call. When I came out, I wanted to get a haircut, but A-Qiang said he wanted to visit Nian Neng Temple first. I noticed his unusually eager eyes, which seemed a bit strange, so without saying a word, I followed him.

In a small alley off the main street of town, less than five minutes' walk away, lies Nian Neng Temple. Nestled against a small hill, the temple sits in front of a large open space, bustling with people. Judging by the scene, I knew it was a mixed bag, a place teeming with all sorts of people.

A-Qiang knew a girl named A-Mei who sold cigarettes there. A-Qiang was eager to show off his beautiful girlfriend, hugging and cuddling her, looking quite lustful. I noticed the girl's big eyes darting around; A-Qiang was probably head over heels for A-Mei. What she thought of him was another matter, but I didn't care. I just watched the spectacle. I saw a crowd gathered ahead and went to join the fun.

In the center of the crowd was a sign that read, "A secret recipe passed down from the Ming Dynasty Imperial Astronomical Bureau, a treasured possession of the Qing Dynasty Prince Gong's Mansion, can transform ugliness into beauty." Next to it stood a slick-haired, powdered-faced guy. I chuckled at the sight of him—what was that scoundrel doing here? He used to set up a stall at the entrance of the city park, so I felt a sense of meeting an old friend in a foreign land. Er Laizi's tricks were actually quite funny. He claimed that if you followed his secret recipe and got the medicine from the pharmacy, you could turn an ugly woman into a beauty and a pig into a handsome man. Everyone loves beauty, so many people spent money to buy his secret recipe. He always told those who were fooled that his prescription was different for each person and that it had to be placed in a basin of water late at night to show its effects. Only by following the prescription could one see miraculous results. He made it all very mysterious, and for a while, his fame grew. I even heard that people from all over the country sent people to Er Laizi to buy his miraculous recipe.

The truth, once exposed, is both laughable and pathetic. The so-called "single prescription" is written with alum, which will become visible when it comes into contact with water. If you want to "turn a black face into a white face," the prescription teaches you to "apply a layer of white powder." If you want to "turn a single eyelid into a double eyelid," the prescription is to "draw a line with ink." If you want to "turn a pig into a handsome young man," the prescription is even simpler: "Don't even think about it in this life, you'll have to be reborn in the next." He not only cheats people but also plays tricks on them. Many people fall for it but are afraid of losing face and dare not speak out. That's why this scoundrel can keep swindling for so long without being exposed. When something serious does happen, he has a few henchmen and a powerful leader. They bully the weak and fear the strong, so they either intimidate or demand compensation, turning big problems into small ones and small problems into nothing.

My problem is that I like to squeeze into crowded places, so I was quite familiar with Er Laizi's stall. Over time, we became nodding acquaintances. Er Laizi was also a clever and cunning person. After a few times, he saw through my tricks, but he didn't expose me and let me do my thing.

One evening, I stood behind a young girl and, as it got dark, took out my penis. To my disappointment, the girl's buttocks were soft and yielding, and my penis didn't feel satisfying at all.

Just as I was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to go home, two girls, around fifteen or sixteen years old, one with long hair and the other with short hair, squeezed in front of me. The long-haired girl wore a short skirt that barely covered her buttocks, while the short-haired girl wore light yellow shorts that revealed a black thong underneath, making her plump buttocks appear taut. Because it was already crowded, the two of them forced their way in front of me. To make matters worse, they kept teasing each other, and their two alluring youthful buttocks kept swaying in front of me. Whether I did it intentionally or not, their plump buttocks kept bumping against my penis.

My penis pressed firmly against the short-haired girl's buttocks, squeezing hard. The short-haired girl seemed a little uncomfortable and moved aside. Just then, the long-haired girl bent down, as if she had dropped something. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. With this movement, her skirt rode up, revealing most of her snow-white buttocks, underneath which was a tiny, polka-dot thong, her swollen vulva exposed in a lewd manner. I stepped forward, my hard penis pressed tightly against the long-haired girl's exposed buttocks. I could clearly feel the heat emanating from her vulva.

I originally estimated that the contact between my penis and the girl's vulva would not last more than three seconds, and it would be over once she picked up her things. But to my surprise, the long-haired girl not only did not straighten up, but instead reached out and pushed her thong aside, letting her naked vulva press directly against my penis! Moreover, the girl's buttocks bounced up and down, touching my crotch, as if waiting for me to insert my penis into her swollen vulva. Although I was burning with lust, I also sensed something was amiss, because in my experience, this kind of situation was extremely rare.

My past perverse behaviors usually involved only my own pleasure; often, I hoped the other person wouldn't notice me at all, so I could do whatever I wanted. When

I spied on young women bathing naked, or on those usually aloof girls shamelessly exposing their genitals to urinate, the moment they sensed my presence, that was usually when I had to start running away. Any later, when their panicked screams attracted attention, I'd wish I had more legs. The same went for pressing my crotch against a young girl's buttocks. Several times, when my lower body was pressed tightly against a girl's buttocks, and I received contemptuous looks from experienced girls, the feeling of utter shame I felt was truly unbearable.

So I like those inexperienced and naive girls who have already developed sexual characteristics—that is, their breasts have grown and their buttocks are starting to become rounder and perkier. They might find it annoying to have something rubbing against their buttocks, but they rarely associate that hard thing with a man's penis. It's extremely rare for them to notice

my penis pressed against their buttocks without flinching or resisting, let alone react so enthusiastically by pulling their pants aside. Just as I was feeling a little uneasy, I felt a gentle push on my buttocks, and my wallet was stolen. I turned around and saw the short-haired girl hurrying away. I was about to chase after her when the long-haired girl grabbed my clothes. I was shocked and angry, realizing I'd fallen for the "Rainbow Bird Jump" trick of the Twenty-Four Scammers of the Underworld. The situation was beyond my control; if I mishandled it, the long-haired slut would scream for indecent assault, and I'd be in deep trouble.

Just then, Er Laizi walked over, slapped the long-haired slut across the face, pulled me aside, and told me not to worry. He knew the two "Honeysuckle" sisters from the city and was confident he could get my wallet back. A day later, Er Laizi indeed returned the wallet to me intact. Thus, I owed Er Laizi a debt, and from then on, whenever anyone bothered him, I would always try to help him out, becoming his accomplice in his deception.

I ran into Er Laizi here today. He might have gotten himself into trouble in the city. He was bragging non-stop, so I didn't want to bother him and went to find A-Qiang instead. A-Qiang told me he had to run some errands for his girlfriend. We agreed on a time and place to meet, and then A-Qiang left with his girlfriend. I thought to myself, maybe they were going for a one-night stand.

I wandered around for a while longer and saw an old man giving some children haircuts. I couldn't find a barbershop anyway, and since it didn't matter, I went over, grabbed a small stool, and sat with the children in line. When it was my turn, the old man started chatting with me while he cut my hair.

“Young man, you don’t look like a local.”

I replied, “That’s right, I’m here… for tourism and visiting relatives.”

The old man asked enthusiastically, “Have you been anywhere to visit? Chengen Pagoda, which isn’t far from here, is really fun.”

“I haven’t been to Chengen Pagoda, I’ve only been to General’s Temple.” I mentioned the name of the dilapidated temple, thinking that the old man probably hadn’t even heard of it.

“I know, I’m in this line of work, I’ve been to all the nearby villages. General’s Temple is in the village where Cheng Shenxue lives. Go east, turn past Lotus Mountain, and you’ll see it.”

“What?… What Cheng Shenxue?!”

At first, I didn’t quite understand what the old man was rambling on about, but when I finally understood, I almost jumped up.

The old man looked at me suspiciously, then stammered, "You're not the old man investigating a case, are you?"

I said, "Oh, what are you talking about, sir? Wash my hair and trim my nails, I'll give you a little extra tip. Tell me about Cheng Shenxue!"

The old man said, "Young man, I don't wash hair or trim nails for people, and I don't accept tips. I'm just chatting with you since you're from out of town, it's no big deal."

According to the old man, a sensational case happened here three years ago. It turned out that Shenxue was the proprietress of an inn called "Moonflower Inn" in town. Back then, a wandering swordsman nicknamed "Double Darts" passed through here and fell in love with her at first sight. Just to see her often, he stayed at "Moonflower Inn." However, some people said that "Double Darts" lingered here because of the "Treasure of the Cross Gate."

Shuangbiao, who always considered himself a dashing and charming man, associated with women of exceptional beauty. Initially, he only intended to play around with Shenxue, this flirtatious young woman, but after a couple of dates with her, he became completely infatuated with her and even sent her a letter expressing his feelings: "Even an iron tree will bloom after a thousand years; Shenxue and Shuangbiao are one family; iron and stone cannot break the bond between brother and sister!

" Little did he know that the reason "Moonflower Manor" had been able to remain peaceful and even have some business was because it was under the protection of "Old Foreigner," a powerful local figure. As time went on, conflict was inevitable.

Those involved in the incident on the night of the incident gave vague accounts. The general version of events was that "Double Darts" saw "Old Foreigner" making unwanted advances towards Shen Xue. When "Double Darts" knocked "Old Foreigner" to the ground, "Old Foreigner's" men swarmed him, punching and kicking him. They were about to cripple him when "Old Foreigner" finally stopped them. "Double Darts," being a sensible man, swore he would never set foot in that place again, so "Old Foreigner" let him go. Everyone thought the matter was over. For a while afterward, "Old Foreigner"

was indeed riding high. Some people even saw him sneaking out of Shen Xue's room in the middle of the night.

No one could have predicted that one morning, the townspeople would find "Old Foreigner" dead in the street, his heart pierced by a thin, sharp weapon. The police were dispatched, and because "Old Foreigner" was a prominent figure in the town, the simple town was thrown into chaos. The murderer remained at large, and Cheng Shenxue's name became known throughout the town. However, she soon disappeared, reportedly retiring to her hometown.

After hearing this, I felt a chill creep down my spine, and Shenxue's beautiful image floated before my eyes again... Wait, didn't I have a... hand-to-hand combat date with Shenxue?

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After getting a haircut and hearing the old man's story, I wandered aimlessly through the streets, lost in thought. The fact that the murderer was still at large shocked me greatly. In my opinion, the murderer was most likely Shuangdiao, but why didn't he go looking for Shenxue again?

I remembered that Erlaizi was also a figure in the martial arts world, so I decided to ask him.

Er Laizi seemed delighted to see me. Apparently, things had been tense in the city lately, affecting even street vendors like his, so he'd come to the countryside to lay low. His business was good today; as the saying goes, "you can't stop ripping off old scum." Seeing me, he packed up his stall and pulled me to a nearby tea stall to chat. We talked about Shuang Biao, who he described as an enigmatic figure, but from what he knew, not particularly outstanding. He always seemed to be surrounded by women, so he didn't seem like someone who had killed anyone.

Back in the village, I hurried to Shen Xue's house, ostensibly to visit Er Niu, but really to see Shen Xue. She was incredibly beautiful, like a ripe apple. Yesterday, the moment I saw her, my penis went hard; I longed to have sex with her, especially when she licked my penis. The smooth, skillful touch she gave me was incomparable to Er Niu's stiff movements. Hmm… what would it feel like to have sex with them both at the same time? Shen Xue tightly sucked on my penis, while Er Niu licked my scrotum at the same time…

I once had the privilege of viewing the “Secret Play of the Spring Night” by the great Tang Dynasty painter Zhou Fang, which was truly unparalleled, depicting five women and one man! In the painting, the man's penis was inserted into the vagina of a pretty girl, with two maids supporting him, and a maid in front forcefully pushing against the pretty girl to prevent her from moving forward. The most exciting part was that there was another maid behind him helping to push the man's bare buttocks. The painting was extremely exquisite, no wonder the Su brothers each wrote poems praising Zhou Fang's paintings. In “Ode to Zhou Fang's Painting of Beauties,” there are lines such as “The painter wanted to depict endless meaning… Zhou Sheng held the brush, his heart racing…”

Getting back to the point, when I arrived at Shenxue's house, Erniu had already left. It turned out Erniu was still in school; she had taken leave to come home yesterday, but after waiting for me for a long time today, she took a bus back to school, leaving only a letter for me. Shenxue was also nowhere to be found. Only the old woman and Danu were in the house. I originally wanted to go back to the village chief's house, but the old woman asked me to stay, saying that Shenxue might be back soon and I should wait a little longer. So, I watched TV with the old woman and Danu.

Gradually, I started to feel something was off. I noticed that Da Niu went into her room and came out a while later, wearing a thin white tank top and a pink skirt. She sat down on the sofa facing me. Da Niu wasn't wearing anything under her tank top, and her two swollen breasts trembled as they were revealed. Then, Da Niu slightly parted her legs, and I felt that her white thighs looked particularly dazzling under the red skirt. Moreover, at the end of her thighs, something seemed to be showing. I turned my head a little guiltily to look at the old woman next to me who was intently watching the TV screen, and then turned back to try to see the color of Da Niu's panties under her skirt. But I found that Da Niu's seductive eyes were glancing at me. Did she know that I was peeking at her panties?

"Ah, so handsome, I love you!"

The young woman seemed to be commenting on the male lead on the screen, but I noticed her eyes kept glancing at me as she spoke. Then she pouted, then suddenly opened her mouth and gave me a silent kiss. Seeing my dazed expression, she giggled contentedly, revealing a row of neat little teeth.

Even I, in my daze, knew then that the young woman was flaunting her charm, and my penis began to harden.

At that moment, the old woman stood up and went to the kitchen.

Da Niu watched the old woman walk away, then winked at me casually. This alluringly beautiful girl bent her knees, her white thighs slowly parting. Da Niu's buttocks were bare, her naked vulva provocatively exposed.

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I could hardly believe my eyes. I never imagined Da Niu could be so wanton. I stared intently at the tips of her wide-open white legs. Da Niu's shameless, exposed hairy vulva was extremely tempting. My heart began to race. To play with this little slut in front of me, if I were asked to kill someone now, I think I would do it without hesitation.

"Big brother, what are you looking at?" Da Niu asked in a coquettish voice.

"I, I'm looking at your legs..." I said as I walked towards Da Niu.

"I was thinking, can you let me... touch it?" I sat down next to Da Niu and reached one hand towards her thigh.

My hand touched the girl's plump, snow-white thigh, pleasurably feeling its elastic flesh. She deliberately let me touch her for a while, seeing my confused and disoriented state, before suddenly standing up, her face changing to a haughty and arrogant expression, her entire attitude a 180-degree turn.

"Hey, what are you doing? I was just joking with you. I already have a boyfriend, he's rich and powerful, haha..."

Instantly, my face flushed red, the blood rushing to my head. After a while, it seemed the blood had all drained away; I imagine my face must have been frighteningly pale.

The girl, however, continued smugly, "I thought city people were so great. Last night she ignored me, and now she's like a lapdog! She's even more unsophisticated than the people here!

" Just as I was about to lose my temper, the old woman came out of the kitchen. She said she was going to the grocery store to buy some things, which was perfect for me. I decided to take advantage of the old woman's absence to teach this pretty but wretched little slut a lesson.

After the old woman left, I turned to Da Niu and decided to tease her a bit first: "Da Niu, I'm so sorry, you sat too far away from me last night. Besides, you're so pretty, I was a little shy, so I didn't dare to talk to you. If I had known you would be unhappy, I wouldn't have paid attention to anyone else and would have just listened to you... I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"That's more like it. I don't like you always fawning over my mother. What do I lack compared to her?"

Da Niu sat back down on the sofa, deliberately puffing out her chest, her two young breasts bouncing up and down in her bra.

I moved closer to Da Niu, her plump thighs radiating heat, and my penis throbbed powerfully again. I couldn't resist gently pressing my hand against her leg. This time, Da Niu didn't pull away, letting my hand caress her.

"Da Niu, why are you so angry? You're so pretty, with a great figure. Hmm, I never imagined your thighs were so white and smooth. When I saw you change into a skirt and your thighs were showing, I wanted to touch them..."

"Besides my thighs, what else did you see?"

Da Niu's seductive charm returned, her words filled with a lewd tone.

"I... saw..." I found it a little difficult to say, but at the same time, I felt my penis getting increasingly uncomfortable trapped in my pants.

"Tell me, what else did you see?"

"I saw your plump, tender vulva!"

"What vulva? It's a fat cunt! Hmm... So when you saw my fat cunt, did your little cock get hard?" Da Niu said as she reached towards my crotch.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed Da Niu and passionately kissed her small mouth and tender face. I reached out and grabbed her breasts through her thin vest, kneading them vigorously.

"Ah... Big brother, you've seen my fat cunt, I want to see your little cock too..."

I pulled down my zipper and watched as Da Niu's small hand reached into my crotch, pulling out my erect penis. Da Niu stared at my proud erection, gripped it, and stroked it forcefully a couple of times. She grinned lewdly and said, "Oh, look at it, so hard, big brother. It's not going to pee, it's going to bully girls, isn't it? It looks ugly, do you want me to suck it?"

As she spoke, the lewd Da Niu lowered her head, first licking the glans in circles with her tongue for a while, then suddenly opened her small mouth wide and sucked my entire penis hard. Waves of pleasure surged from my penis, which was being sucked by the girl, and I couldn't help but let out a satisfied groan. I pulled up the girl's tank top and squeezed her tender breasts with both hands. The girl knelt between my legs, her head bobbing up and down for a while before she seemed to be still not satisfied and pulled my penis out. I pulled the girl into my arms, slipped my hand under her skirt, and gently touched her already wet vulva, or as she said: fat cunt.

"Big brother, carry me to the room, and I'll let you fuck my fat cunt, okay?"

The little slut started begging me, wanting me to fuck her little pussy. Of course, I didn't object, but remembering how awful Big Girl had been earlier, I decided to tease her a bit: "Miss, I'm a lapdog, and I'm a country bumpkin, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to fuck your fat cunt, am I?"

What a big girl! She first looked up, saw that my expression didn't seem really angry, then looked down at my penis, which was still hard and ready to be penetrated!

"You little brat, you're actually playing with me! Fine, if I say another word to you, I'm not called Big Girl anymore!"

Big Girl said as she tried to stand up, but I wasn't going to let the fat meat in my mouth slip away so easily. I scooped up the struggling girl around the waist and carried her into her room. I threw her onto the bed, her snow-white body lying before me. Her tank top was pulled up high, her prominent breasts shaking violently. Her legs were spread wide apart, one bent. Her pink skirt, though still on, could no longer completely conceal her wet vulva, which I had touched.

"Little girl, you spread your legs and thrust your breasts to seduce me, to arouse my fire. You think you can get away so easily? I'll make you suffer a bit, get fucked a bit, so you'll learn how to be a person, how to be my woman."

I pulled down my pants, naked, and pressed the girl tightly onto the bed.

I began to suckle one of her nipples forcefully. The girl's snow-white body writhed, while my hand vigorously kneaded her other breast, eliciting a wanton moan from her.

"Don't tell me you like me pinching your nipples, huh?"

I asked, half expectant, half sarcastic, while squeezing her hardening nipples even harder. Da Niu's lips trembled, and she moaned louder. I lowered my head, kneeling, and held Da Niu's buttocks with both hands, bringing my face close to her tender vulva. I kissed her vulva profusely, my tongue licking back and forth on her labia. Da Niu's body writhed, her two white thighs spread wide. When I licked her clitoris, Da Niu let out a scream, stopped writhing, and arched her body like a shrimp before falling heavily back onto the bed. Her small hands frantically pushed my head away, her trembling lower body thrusting upwards desperately. I felt very satisfied with the intense excitement I could give this little slut.

I leaned forward and inserted my penis into Da Niu's wet vulva.

"Brother, I know I was wrong. Punish me, ravage me, fuck me hard... ah..."

As I frantically thrust into Da Niu's vagina, I was also furious at her wanton appearance. I forcefully twisted her breasts, thighs, and fleshy buttocks. Then, remembering that the old woman might be returning soon, I ordered Da Niu to lie face down on the bed with her buttocks raised. When she hesitated slightly, I slapped her firm, bare buttocks hard. Da Niu cried out in surprise and obediently lay down, her little hands constantly rubbing her raised, white, tender buttocks. I saw a red handprint where I had slapped her, and I couldn't help but think of a silly riddle: "What does it mean to be like a woman, the more you hit her, the better?"

I was eager to release my semen into this little slut's cunt before the old woman returned, so I hurriedly mounted Da Niu from behind, thrusting into her vagina while slapping her buttocks hard with each stroke.

"Big brother, hit harder, fuck harder!... Ah..."

With each slap, Da Niu's buttocks actually arched upwards with force.

I meant to hit her as punishment, but this little slut, the more you punish her, the more wanton she becomes. I really can't handle her. Looking at her fair, delicate skin, honestly, besides slapping her ass and twisting her thighs, I really can't bring myself to use much force elsewhere. Finally, I thought I'd just give up. As long as she obediently serves me, I'll be satisfied.

Just as I was gleefully fucking her cunt, the door suddenly opened. I thought it was the old woman, but it turned out to be Shen Xue, Springtime Shen Xue.

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"Little slut, Grandma's back, and you're still slutting around!"

Before I could even ejaculate, my stiff penis was already being pulled out of Da Niu's wet, hot vagina. Da Niu and I practically rolled off the bed, like two kids caught doing something wrong. I quickly put on my pants, while Da Niu pulled down her tank top, which had been pulled up, to cover her tender breasts that I had twisted until they were bruised and red, and ran to the toilet. Shen Xue and I were left speechless.

Just as I was about to apologize to her, Shenxue stopped me. It seemed her mood wasn't as bad as I'd imagined. She just looked at my disheveled appearance and said with a half-smile, "Brother, you're quite the ladies' man. It was that slut Da Niu who seduced you, wasn't she? Stay for dinner, and I'll talk to you about it afterward."

During the meal, everyone was a bit quiet, except for the old woman, who kept talking while drinking. To avoid the awkwardness, I wholeheartedly tried to keep the old woman entertained. The old woman seemed to think I was becoming more and more appealing. Somehow, the topic turned to the women in the village. She kept saying that only her eldest daughter and second daughter were good, and even, in her drunken state, she wanted me to choose one of them as my wife. She said that the eldest daughter had big hips, which made her good at bearing children; and the second daughter was virtuous enough, the ideal wife and mother. Later, she went on to say that the second daughter was better, that she was obedient, smart, and considerate, while the eldest daughter was good, but a little too willful. Finally, the old woman whispered in my ear, "Da Niu already has a boyfriend!"

I nodded with a smile.

Da Niu immediately became unhappy, snatched the wine, and started drinking frantically.

After dinner, the old woman drank the tea served by Shenxue and soon said she was tired from a long day and needed to go to sleep. Da Niu was already quite drunk and slumped on the sofa. Shenxue wanted me to carry her back to her room, but seeing my hesitation, she couldn't help but tease me: "Oh, our big brother still wants to put on an act, huh? I already enjoyed the exciting sequel where you were all naked and working hard. Now you want to put on a proper, innocent sequel for me?"

I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak. I secretly glanced at Shenxue's high breasts, then greedily stared at her slender waist and pert buttocks, secretly glad I hadn't ejaculated inside that little slut Da Niu's vagina. Otherwise, how would I have the means to play with this beauty I'd been longing for?

Hmm, some of the ancients' words are true.

The book *The Great Immortal Cultivation of Purple Gold Radiance* states, "My essence is a supreme treasure, and must not be lost."

The *Jade Chamber Secrets* states, "...after the release of essence, the body feels weary...the eyes feel tired and sleepy...without ejaculation...there is still plenty of energy...the desire is even stronger..."

I carefully carried Da Niu back to the room where we had been intimate. Finding that Shen Xue hadn't followed, I forcefully fondled each of Da Niu's two tender breasts before covering her with the blanket, closing the door, and going back to the hall.

Shen Xue sat silently, seemingly lost in thought.

“Shenxue, I’m so sorry, you weren’t here when I arrived…”

Shenxue interrupted me, “Brother, that slut Daniu is asking for trouble, I can’t control her anymore. What about Erniu, what are your plans?”

“I’m so sorry about Erniu.”

Actually, I had thought about Erniu’s situation carefully. Given my fickle nature, Erniu would definitely suffer if she stayed with me. Besides, my relationships with Shenxue and Daniu are a mess, so I might as well cut the Gordian knot. I was going to tell Shenxue that I had sent a telegram today and arranged some remittances. I was willing to compensate for Erniu’s situation.

Shenxue didn’t give me a chance to say anything.

“Why should you apologize? Erniu’s situation is my fault. I should be the one apologizing,” she said.

I stared at her, dumbfounded.

She apologized because I had messed with her daughter, Erniu?

“I…I…” Even with my thick skin, I felt utterly humiliated.

“Er Niu is a clueless little girl. All those slutty things she did yesterday when she first saw you were taught to her by me. If I had known it was you, I should have taught her a different set of tricks.”

“If I had known it was me?!” I felt like a complete idiot.

“Yes!” Shen Xue said matter-of-factly, “Aren’t you the one with the rubbing fetish?”

I felt a wave of dizziness. This really is an age of advanced information!

“Don’t think we country folk don’t know anything. I saw you on a late-night broadcast once!” Shen Xue continued with a hint of smugness, “You said you only like those innocent, naive girls, and you only like to rub your buttocks. Hmm, you don’t like real fucking, so it must have been Da Niu who asked you to fuck her just now, and you only did it reluctantly.” She unintentionally uttered a vulgar word.

My mind was a mess. I felt greatly insulted by Shen Xue. The intense humiliation made me feel an indescribable anger. I felt I should say something to shock Shen Xue as well: “Shuang Biao said he would give you his regards!” I stupidly lied.

Shen Xue was clearly shocked, and we sat in silence for a while.

"It really was you! I knew it, it really was you."

Shen Xue said as she went back to her room, leaving me standing there dumbfounded, deeply regretting mentioning Shuang Biao's name. Slowly, I sat down on the sofa.

After a while, I heard Shen Xue calling me from inside her room: "Big Brother, come here!"

With a heart full of trepidation, I entered Shen Xue's room.

When I entered, I saw Shen Xue dressed in a trendy schoolgirl outfit, wearing a black skirt even shorter than the one Da Niu had worn earlier, and black stockings that reached all the way up to her thighs. Between the stockings and the skirt, a section of her plump, snow-white thigh was visible. I could say with certainty that if she sat down in front of me, her panties would peek out from between her legs… if she was wearing briefs.

Shenxue walked innocently and lively to the bedside, casually sat down, and raised one leg, revealing a tiny, bright red thong. Shenxue seemed completely unaware that I was staring at her crotch, and instead said shyly, "Big brother, don't laugh at me for dressing like this. Erniu told me you really dislike her flirtatious behavior, especially her lewd actions of unbuttoning her top and deliberately exposing her breasts. That's why you treated her so roughly. I thought you'd get some stimulation, and I hope to give you some compensation now. Do you want me to take the place of your beloved innocent little girl?"

I remembered what Shenxue had said earlier. I didn't like real sex? Was it too much for me to fuck Da Niu? So, it seemed I was just threatening her to keep in mind that I'd already slept with Erniu? As I thought this, I saw Shenxue wiggle her hips to the table, lean over the windowsill, her buttocks sticking up. From my vantage point, Shenxue's thong was clearly visible.

Only then did I understand why Shenxue had deliberately dressed like a little girl.

Regardless, my penis was already hard. I followed her, pulled down my pants, and greedily stared at Shen Xue's buttocks, which looked especially white under the light and trembled slightly. Then I thrust my erect penis tightly against her.

"Ouch, what's that hard thing! Ugh, it's pressing against my little butt!"

Shen Xue cried out in a coquettish voice like a little girl. As I felt her big buttocks slowly undulating, I pulled up her skirt. When her entire buttocks were exposed, the red panties looked ridiculously small. I roughly ripped off the small piece of fabric, and my penis began to rub against her smooth, snow-white buttocks. I lay on top of her. When Shen Xue turned around to kiss me, my eyes met her watery eyes. From her lustful gaze, I had a premonition that tonight this beautiful woman would drain every last drop of my semen.

Spring in the Countryside (Sixteen)

I helped Shenxue up and led her to the bedside. I turned her body around and gently let down her beautiful hair, which was coiled on her head. I was pleasantly surprised; I hadn't expected Shenxue's hair to be so beautiful and thick, so long that it reached her buttocks. Shenxue seemed a little unhappy that I had let her hair down, and gave me a coquettish glare. She found a hair tie and tied it into a long ponytail. In this way, I felt that she really looked a bit like a little girl. However, compared to a simple young girl, Shenxue was obviously much more charming, and... her high and alluring breasts... also told me in a clear way: she was a mature and tender woman. I silently watched her, and while my desire was rising, a wave of tenderness for her also welled up in my heart.

Shenxue clearly felt that this older brother was just like any other man, wanting to play with her. So she calmly continued to play the little girl. She reached out her small hand, grasped my penis, raised her head, and asked in a wanton, coquettish voice, "Big brother, what is this? It looks scary. Is it angry with me?"

I let her grasp it, and with my lewd words, my penis bounced in her soft little hand.

I hugged her tightly and said passionately, "Spring, my little Spring, I love you, not anyone you're pretending to be. And what I want most right now is to really make love with you. My body needs to truly merge into yours, not just rub against you on the outside, do you understand?"

Shenxue initially smiled and joked, but slowly, she seemed to feel something. She nestled tightly in my arms, and we passionately kissed each other's lips, faces, and every place we could touch. After a while, Shenxue gently pushed me away. Her small hands began to unbutton her clothes. Through her half-open neckline, I glimpsed her breasts, which looked like white steamed buns. I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed both sides of her clothes and pulled them apart forcefully. Her two snow-white and lustrous breasts trembled and swayed, and her two pink nipples stood up. I eagerly continued to tear off her clothes and skirt, and then stripped myself naked. I pulled Shenxue into my arms again, feeling her warm fragrance. Her naked breasts pressed against my chest gave me a very strange feeling. I couldn't help but hug Shenxue even tighter.

I don't know what perfume Shen Xue was wearing, but its rich fragrance wafted into my nostrils, adding an extra layer of strange allure. My hands moved from her slender waist to her full buttocks. My penis was already hard and erect. I held Shen Xue's buttocks, and her small, round vulva pressed tightly against my hard penis. Shen Xue moaned as she thrust her vulva forward, her labia rubbing against my penis. Finally, we rolled onto the bed together in each other's arms.

On the bed, I carefully caressed Shen Xue's smooth, jade-like body. Her breasts trembled, large and tender, white as snow, very eye-catching. I lowered my head and took turns sucking on her breasts. Shen Xue's body kept twisting, her long ponytail sometimes brushing against my penis, sometimes gently covering my naked body, giving me extra stimulation.

As my caresses grew increasingly passionate, her small mouth was half-open as she panted. Her curvaceous, alluring body lay so vividly on the bed, and gradually, I moved my hand towards her vulva.

"Ah..."

Shenxue let out a series of moans, spreading her plump legs wide apart.

According to my nature, I was about to immediately insert my stiff penis into her vagina and then thrust wildly. However, because it was Shenxue, I decided to give my beloved Shenxue a great satisfaction. It's funny, but I made the preparations as if I were going to wage a major war.

Throughout history and across cultures, from sexologists to the legendary Purple Gold Radiance Immortal, all have placed great importance on foreplay, considering it a crucial method to compensate for men's inferior stamina compared to women.

I knelt down, lowered my head, and patiently kissed her entire body slowly, my hands gently touching her sensitive, soft spots. Sure enough, after a while, Shenxue's face turned rosy, her originally watery eyes now narrowed into seductive slits, and her whole body trembled slightly. Her vulva, constantly being caressed by me, was already incredibly wet.

Shenxue's small hands eagerly searched for my penis, and once they found it, she began to stroke it vigorously.

"Big brother, what are you playing at? Didn't you just say you wanted to really make love with me? If you don't put it in, I'm going to fall asleep."

Shenxue thoroughly enjoyed my caresses and desperately wanted my penis inside her vulva, yet she stubbornly refused to admit it.

My penis was already erect and proudly standing tall.

I decided to give her a rapid assault. I flipped over and pinned her white body down, my penis entering her eager, greedy vulva. I thrust my hips in and out repeatedly.

Miyuki was in ecstasy, panting heavily, sometimes letting out loud moans with each thrust. Her two soft, tender breasts swayed before my eyes. I slowed my thrusts, reached out and grasped her breasts, kneading, squeezing, and sucking.

Then I felt something I'd never experienced before. Miyuki's vagina seemed to have a suction force, drawing my penis deep inside and then releasing it. Even more incredible was the sensation after it was drawn in; I felt an overwhelming pleasure, indescribable at first. Later, I remembered it was like a soft brush gently brushing against the most sensitive area near the glans.

I had finally witnessed Miyuki's seductive skills.

The pleasure shook my entire body. I knew that if I didn't do something soon, I would feel a tingling sensation, and then my semen would gush out. The medical text *Yixin Fang*

states, "When the essence is greatly aroused, quickly tilt your head back, open your eyes wide, look left, right, up, down... hold your breath, and the ejaculation will stop." The text *Zijin Guangyao Daxian Xiuzhen* states, "When you feel the urge to ejaculate, quickly lift your waist... calm your mind." I did as instructed, and it was indeed effective; the urge to ejaculate subsided considerably.

Annoyingly, Shenxue's seductive skills continued to be displayed. If that soft-bristled brush kept sweeping like that, even the Purple Gold Immortal himself would have to surrender.

Is stillness better than movement? I thus realized the profound truth that "movement is better than stillness."

Rather than waiting to die, why not go all out?

I raised Shenxue's legs, focused my mind on the most trivial questions in the universe, while my penis relentlessly thrust into the little fox beneath me, who was slowly losing her resistance.

"Big brother... Thai army... ah... ah..."

When I finally pressed Shenxue down tightly and ejaculated into her vagina, Shenxue seemed to collapse, listlessly lying motionless on the bed. I rolled over with Shenxue in my arms, and as if afraid of losing me, she clung tightly to me, burying her head against my chest. After a while, Shenxue raised her head, gently stroked my hair, and said, "Wow, that's great, big brother. If I said I've never been so happy, would you believe me?"

I honestly said, "Little Spring, let me tell you, my biggest goal tonight was to satisfy you. Hearing you say that, whether it's true or not, I've achieved my goal."

Shenxue shook her head and said softly, "Taijun, my Taijun, you wouldn't understand. My body is satisfied, but my heart is not! I want you not to leave, I want you to stay with me forever, ah, but... is that possible?"

Shenxue started to cry, tears falling drop by drop onto my face and the pillow. I couldn't help but hug her tightly, and we kissed passionately again for a long time. Shenxue's tears were alkaline, as if reminding me of her deep affection for me.

Shenxue, being a mature woman, soon smiled again, her usual smile returning, and said with a touch of self-deprecation, "Don't take what I said earlier seriously, brother. If you stay, we can't afford to support you here!"

A little afraid the old woman might burst in at any moment, I stood up, dressing as I said, "Little Spring, I am a bit of a womanizer. If you really want me to stay with you, I will, but I'm afraid I might do something to betray you."

"Alright, alright, stop trying to take advantage! I was just testing your conscience, and now you know."

Shenxue had already finished dressing, and we walked hand-in-hand back to the hall.

Shenxue brewed tea again, and we sat down. Suddenly, it became quiet. I knew Shenxue wanted to ask me about Shuangbiao, and I tensed up, knowing absolutely nothing about it.

Shenxue remained silent, simply sipping her tea.

I finally couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked, "Shuangbiao... um... are you still thinking about him?"

"Thinking about him?" Shenxue raised her eyebrows. "Shuangbiao is a spineless coward!"

So Shenxue told me about Shuangbiao's story.

Spring in the Countryside (Seventeen)

July 20, 1998 Shenxue and Shuangbiao had indeed gone on several dates. Shuangbiao always considered himself dashing and charming, and he had his own way of dealing with women. Shenxue was just going along with the fun, but she was not familiar with the flirting techniques commonly used by city people. So at the beginning, the two of them seemed very enthusiastic. Gradually, Shenxue became a little tired of Shuangbiao's superficiality, but Shuangbiao was infatuated with Shenxue. In order to show off his extraordinary nature in front of Shenxue, he revealed to Shenxue that he had come to this remote and poor place to find the "Treasure of the Cross Gate".

There's a long-standing legend in the martial arts world about the "Treasure of the Cross Gate," but opinions vary, and even the exact nature of the treasure is debated. Shuangbiao's knowledge of the "Treasure of the Cross Gate" was also hearsay; he only knew it was somewhere near Qingshuitan. However, by chance, he learned two lines of poetry that could unlock the secret: "Lotus flowers face the Purple Star Lord from afar, treasure light appears before the Cross Gate."

The words themselves didn't seem particularly clever, so he decided to investigate. Sure enough, he discovered a Lotus Mountain nearby. However, due to Shuangbiao's limited knowledge, he couldn't make any further discoveries.

Later, the fight occurred. When Shuangbiao knelt and begged for mercy, "Old Foreigner" saw through his cowardly nature. Determined to embarrass Shuangbiao in front of Shenxue, he offered him either three fingers cut off or one of "Old Foreigner's" henchmen to "vent his anger" for him.

Shuangbiao pleaded pitifully for a while longer, but the "old foreigner" grew impatient and threatened to cut off his entire hand if he dragged it out any longer. Poor Shuangbiao, not daring to look at Shenxue, went to a young man, pulled down his pants, and began to masturbate.

Shenxue, shocked and horrified, lost all interest in Shuangbiao and left without a word. Later, it was said that once Shenxue was gone, the "old foreigner" had no more inhibitions and personally sodomized Shuangbiao, even taking photos. However, the "old foreigner" did leave Shuangbiao a tiny bit of leeway: he and his men wouldn't spread the scandal, but Shuangbiao could never set foot in that place again. Before

leaving, Shuangbiao entrusted someone to deliver a letter to Shenxue, vaguely explaining his reasons for leaving, and concluding that if she understood the subtle meaning of the poem, he would send someone to contact her.

In this rural area, there are very few people from the city. It's no wonder that Shenxue immediately connected me to Shuangbiao, since I had no relatives or friends here. Besides, I was the one who said "Shuangbiao greets you," so there's no doubt that I'm connected to Shuangbiao.

Shenxue tilted her head, waiting for my reaction.

I then understood the whole story. I knew I had to be honest with Shenxue now, otherwise things would only get worse. So I told Shenxue everything, from how I followed the doctor's advice to come here for peace and quiet, to how I learned about Shuangbiao from the barber.

Shenxue hummed in agreement, seemingly a little disappointed, yet also relieved to know I had nothing to do with Shuangbiao. In any case, the tense atmosphere gradually eased.

Shenxue finally stood up, walked to my side, and gently took my hand, saying, "Brother, you're much better than Shuangbiao. Now that I know you have nothing to do with him, I feel much more at ease."

My heart started racing again because I noticed Shenxue's tongue gently licking her moist lips, her watery eyes glancing at me with a flickering light. This alluring little fox wasn't satisfied with just one encounter; she was greedily arousing my lust again.

I stood up too, and we embraced and kissed. I thrust my hardened penis forward, pressing it against Shenxue's vulva. Shenxue's face slowly flushed, looking like a blooming flower. My heart skipped a beat, as if something important was on my mind, but I couldn't quite recall it.

I didn't have time to think anymore, because Shenxue had already pulled down my pants, gently stroking my penis a few times before bringing her lips close to lick and suck it.

I couldn't resist reaching inside her collar to knead her soft, large breasts, but I was a little afraid of the old woman. While enjoying the pleasure of Shen Xue's soft tongue swirling around my penis, I reminded her, "Little Chuntian, stop doing this. It won't be good if Grandma sees us, and what about Da Niu..."

Shen Xue reluctantly spat out my penis, laughing, "If I hadn't put two chlorpheniramine tablets in Grandma's tea earlier, would I have let you play with me so freely?

Da Niu? Heh, if she comes out, you'll be in luck, you'll taste the flavor of having one king and two queens..."

When Miyuki said that, seemingly casually, I imagined myself simultaneously toying with such a beautiful mother and daughter, and lewd thoughts welled up inside me. I glanced towards Da Niu's room, genuinely hoping that little slut would come out naked and join us. Miyuki noticed my penis inexplicably twitching twice when I mentioned Da Niu, and said, "Let's go check on Da Niu. She was so drunk earlier; we shouldn't make a mess of the bed..."

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