[Betel Nut Beauty - Short Story] (Chapter 3: Big Things Have Their Advantages Too)

Chapter Three: Big Breasts Have Their Advantages Too

Looking into my innocent, clear, and bright eyes, my mother hesitated for a moment, then, as if she had finally made up

her mind , said, "Let me tell you what breasts are first."

After saying this, my mother knelt up, straightened her upper body, and pointed to her chest, saying, "These two are breasts."

I looked closely at those two lumps of flesh: round, plump, one on the left and one on the right, very symmetrical, and very white,

like snow, with a few thin blue veins faintly visible under the skin; at the very tip, the skin color turned into

a light brown spot the size of a coin, and amazingly, those two light brown spots were the same size; between

the two light brown spots were two small, dark brown beans the size of peanuts, with a slight

indentation in the middle.

I pointed to the two light brown nipples and asked my mother, "What are these called?"

"Those are called areolas."

"And these two little bumps?"

"Those are nipples. You used to nurse through them when you were little."

"I don't remember any of that! I thought I grew up drinking cow's milk!"

"You were less than a year old then, of course you wouldn't remember. By the time you could remember, it was already several years after you were weaned

."

"Then shouldn't I call them wet nurses?!"

"Hehehe, you little rascal!" My mother, amused by my antics, smacked my head.

With her movement, her breasts seemed to come alive, trembling and bouncing a few times.

Looking at her swaying, snow-white breasts, I suddenly had an urge to put a nipple in my mouth and suckle. I looked up

at my mother and said, "Mom, I want to nurse."

My mother looked at my earnest expression, reached out and stroked my head, saying, "Xiaowen is all grown up now. People will laugh at you if you still nurse from

Mommy . Besides, Mommy doesn't have any milk for you anymore. Okay, Mommy has

told you everything I can. You should go to sleep early, or you'll be late for school tomorrow. Oh, and breasts are very

private . You can't just look at them casually, and you definitely can't touch them, understand?"

"I understand," I nodded, then took one last longing look at my breasts, now submerged in the water, before

leaving the bathroom.

That night, in my dream, Cheng Kun didn't appear; instead, my mother appeared. I nestled in her arms,

holding her breast in my hands, suckling at the tip of her nipple, and fell asleep sweetly, warmly, and peacefully.

The next day, I noticed my left thumb had turned very white, as if it had been soaking in water for a long time. Um,

last night...

*** *** ***

Bathing is optional for me, but after that night of "nocturnal emission," I always followed my mother

's instructions to wash carefully every time I showered. But for the next two weeks, bathing became my nightmare. The reason was simple

: the process was incredibly painful. Yes, it was the process of retracting the foreskin to prepare to clean the glans penis. It hurt,

it hurt terribly, it burned like fire. That night, my mother said I needed a minor surgery, but I didn't pay attention; maybe she

forgot.

After two weeks of agonizing torment, I finally told my sister about the situation. My sister realized the seriousness of

the problem and told my mother, who in turn told my father. So, after a family

consultation and emergency discussion, the conclusion was reached: my penis needed surgery. McGregor! Just thinking about

how sharp that little scalpel my sister had shown me sent chills down my spine. After a family vote—of course, I didn't have

the right to vote—it was unanimously decided that we would take me to the clinic for surgery this weekend. During a family meeting, I learned

a professional term: "phimosis."

On Saturday, my mother dragged me to the nearest clinic. Along the way, I tried every possible way

to delay, but it wasn't that the Nationalists were incompetent, but rather that the Communists were too cunning. Finally, my mother and I entered the clinic's forecourt,

which looked simple and bright, but was actually a gaping maw.

After going through the tedious process of paying, being diagnosed, getting prescriptions, paying again, and picking up the medication, I was taken into

the operating room . Looking at the operating table in the center of the room, I, all alone, trembled like a lamb to the slaughter,

filled with endless fear.

Thankfully, a short while later, a nurse wearing a mask and holding a tray of instruments appeared

before .

The nurse noticed my fear and said gently, "Little brother, don't be nervous. It's a minor surgery, there's no

danger, and with anesthesia, it won't hurt. Come on, take off your shoes, socks, and pants, I'll

do the pre-operative cleaning first."

Hearing the nurse's gentle reassurance, I relaxed and followed her instructions, taking off my shoes, socks, and pants, and

lying back on the operating table.

Seeing that I was still wearing my pants, the nurse teased, "Oh dear, little boy,

how can I clean you if you don't take off your underwear? Oh dear, you're blushing, shy, little brother, you're so cute!"

Like Guan Yu, I obediently took off my underwear, covered my lower body with my hands, and lay down again.

"Okay, now take your hands off, I'll clean you. Oh, how old are you?"

"14."

"14 years old, so much pubic hair! And your little penis is so big, looks like you'll grow up to be a great

man!"

Is a big penis not a bad thing? But what's the use of a big one? The nurse was very kind; asking her

shouldn't be a problem.

"Nurse, isn't a big penis a bad thing? My friends all make fun of me because of it."

"Of course it's not a bad thing. Your friends make fun of you because they don't know the advantages of a big one. You don't

need to pay any attention to them."

"But what are the advantages of a big one? I think there are disadvantages. It means I can't wear jeans anymore."

"Well, you can't understand the advantages yet because you're still little. You'll understand when you grow up

."

"Sigh, I really hope I grow up quickly!"

"Don't worry, you will grow up. Until then, you must take good care of it and let it grow healthily

."

"Okay, I will. Thank you, sister!"

"You're welcome, little brother!"

After saying that, the nurse carefully began the pre-operative cleaning. I lifted my head to watch her clean it.

It was actually very simple, like Dad shaving, except Dad shaves the top, and now I'm being shaved.

Next,

after the thick but very soft pubic hair was cleaned up, the term "white-striped chicken" popped into my mind.

It was so vivid and apt; I wonder who invented it.

I didn't quite remember the subsequent surgery. It wasn't that I was asleep, but rather that I couldn't bear to watch

the blood flow , especially since it was happening to me. So I kept my eyes tightly closed the whole time, letting the doctor

do as he pleased. Thankfully, everything went smoothly; none of the bad things I imagined happened.

After listening to the doctor's instructions and picking up the medicine, I felt light and refreshed, chatting and laughing with my mother as we went home. Yes,

light The hidden problem with my penis was gone, and that felt like lightness; the shadow in my heart was also dispelled, and that felt like refreshment.

For the next two days, my mood was like a rollercoaster, plummeting from its highest point to its lowest, because the anesthesia

wore off . To minimize contact with the wound on my penis, I changed into loose shorts, and when I walked, I tried to stick my butt out,

spread my legs wide, and bend them slightly, making me look like a duck, completely ruining my

handsome image. What's even more infuriating is that my sister bursts into laughter whenever she sees me. Although my parents aren't as carefree as

my sister , I can still tell from the extra smiles on their faces and in their eyes

what they're thinking: I'm so embarrassed, incredibly embarrassed!

Thankfully, these embarrassing days passed quickly. Two days later, the wound on my penis healed, and I was back to

my dashing self .

To celebrate my rebirth and to "wash away the dust" from my penis, I decided to take a bath!

After washing away the grime that had accumulated on my body over the past two days, I carefully cleaned my penis after the surgery. I have to

give the doctor who performed the surgery the highest respect. My penis was smooth as before, without any scars,

and after removing that annoying foreskin, the glans was pink and tender, quite beautiful, giving me a feeling of being reborn.

It was also exceptionally refreshing to clean. Look, even my little penis felt the same way. Under my gentle rubbing and kneading, it

became vigorous and energetic, its small, egg-shaped, red head bobbing incessantly.

That night, feeling completely refreshed, I dreamt of conquering gods and demons, slaughtering everything in my path, feeling invincible and

unmatched… and then, in my sleep, I had a wet dream…

*** *** *** ***

Dad, Mom, and my sister became even busier. Because business was good, they and Uncle Hai opened another shop.

As a result, I saw them less and less at home. Either they

came home asleep, or they were fast asleep while I was awake. Before, at least I could see my sister every day,

laughing and playing with her. Dad and Mom would sit with me every two or three days, asking about my studies and

talking about my school. But now, if our whole family can gather around the table for a meal once a month, I have to thank God for his

mercy, thank the Bodhisattva for his protection, and thank the Heavenly Father for his blessings.

During the day, although I had teachers to instruct me and playmates to play with, at night, after finishing my daily

homework, alone in my empty home, sitting on the large sofa, absentmindedly watching

mindless television programs, I experienced loneliness for the first time in 14 years.

To alleviate this loneliness, I passed the time by reading books outside of textbooks.

The works of masters such as Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng, Gu Long, and Wen Ruian became my favorite reading.

Wandering , I temporarily forgot my parents, forgot my sister, forgot… loneliness.

The world these masters led me into was not only filled with the clash of swords and the heroic spirit of warriors, but also with

romance and tender feelings. In particular, the descriptions of romantic love scenes always stirred my vague fantasies.

Seeing words like "alluring eyes," "red lips," "soft breasts," "slender waist," "jade legs," and "white feet"

made my heart race and filled me with excitement.

In my dream, I tried to connect the words used by those masters to describe the female—no, women (the word "female"

doesn't appear )—with the two women closest to me—my mother and sister.

But they, whom I hadn't seen in so long, appeared only as blurry human figures in my dream. As for my mother's breasts,

all I could picture were two large, round clouds. Suddenly, the alarm clock rang, startling me

awake. I stepped out of my bedroom and looked at the doors to my parents' and sister's rooms. I wanted to open them and see

them , but I couldn't bear to disturb my tired, sleeping loved ones…

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