[An Unrecorded War] Author: Unknown

An Unrecorded War
Author: Unknown
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"Clang!"
"Both engines back up two spaces!"
Lying on the toolbox in the engine room, I hadn't slept a wink last night. Taking advantage of the port entry/exit time, everyone took a short break
. The blower's speed fluctuated, and I was already used to the noise in the engine room, so I soon fell into a deep sleep
.
Just as I drifted off to sleep, a blast of cold water hit me. Old Ghost's cursing voice came: "You fucking bastard
, come here and sleep!"
Wiping the water droplets from my face, I couldn't help but feel a little dry. Old Ghost, who usually never came down from the engine room for port entry/exit, actually
came down to pick a fight with me.
"I looked for you all night, and you're out again! I'll get you!"
"Go back to the forecourt immediately and stand behind the furnace as punishment. Don't leave without my permission."
Cursing inwardly, I climbed back to the forecourt through the engine room hatch. Standing behind the furnace, I was soon drenched in sweat.
I called over a new recruit who had just boarded the ship, and connected the ventilation hose for cleaning the furnace to the vent. A gust of fresh air blew in...
and I fell asleep again. The recruit hurriedly woke me: "The substitute officer's office is calling you."
I checked my watch: 11:50.
Upon entering the command post, the captain asked, "Why isn't the kitchen open?"
I replied, "Reporting to the captain, Old Ghost said I can't leave my post without his permission."
After I said that, Old Ghost stammered, "That guy sleeps in the engine room when we come and go from port, so I punished him."
"Give him a time limit for the punishment! Now the whole ship is starving. What are you doing!"
Now it's the captain scolding Old Ghost. As I left the command post, Old Ghost looked like he wanted to devour me. I quickly
moved the frozen dumplings from the ice machine to the kitchen, and the cook chuckled and teased me.
"Boil the dumplings, and make some hot and sour soup, that'll have to do!" I hurriedly urged the cook.
A bunch of personnel waiting for their shift change were already crowding the starboard passageway, impatiently jeering. After a flurry of activity, we finally managed
to finish our lunch.
Let me first introduce our ship: We are the "Shan" class ship of the Republic of China Navy, belonging to
the 11th Fleet. Due to the ship's age, we have just been decommissioned from coastal defense and incorporated into joint anti-smuggling missions to support customs operations
. This happened in 1980. Our ship has a truly glorious history.
She participated in the Normandy landings and the Battle of Leyte, making her a formidable figure in naval history. Previously, anyone who was assigned this ship
was considered to be in for a tough time. However, even after being decommissioned, this ship still maintains its
unique traditions and has achieved numerous successes in anti-smuggling operations. Looking through newspapers from 1980 to 1981,
40% of the anti-smuggling cases involved this ship. Before explaining the background of this incident, I must
begin with my time at the waiting center after boarding the ship.
In June 1980, while waiting for the ship at the waiting center… Hearing some of my classmates from the maritime academy boast about
their romantic adventures abroad during their internships, I always harbored fantasies and envy about the life of a sailor
.
One morning, I and five others were woken up to pack our belongings, shoulder our packs, and put on our white sailor uniforms. We went to
the train station and boarded a slow train to Keelung. We arrived at Keelung station at 4:50 PM, but the ship hadn't yet
docked when we met up with the fleet headquarters. By the time we boarded, it was already past midnight. Still half-asleep and unsure of what to do,
we received an emergency order to leave port. My five companions and I excitedly stood on the aft deck watching the ships come and go. This
journey would last for half a year in Magong. I'll leave the bittersweet memories of that time aside. During my recruit days, my outspokenness
offended many veterans and officers, but it also earned me the boss's appreciation, leading to me taking on the hot potato of being a cook. Perhaps
because of my good performance in the first few months, I remained a cook until the boss was transferred. Later, I even dared to
bring my old car, the Hyundai, which I had bought before joining the army, into the barracks. Whenever the ship docked, it was my leave. My first time wasn't until I
officially became a substitute soldier.
In 1991, when veterans retired, the first recruit I took over as substitute soldier was an indigenous man named Xiao Hei.
I was truly defeated by him. He barely recognized any Chinese characters in the newspaper, yet he was incredibly good at calculating money.
I had to read some of the ship's drills to him word by word to help him memorize them.
Time on the ship flew by; three months passed in the blink of an eye. During one of my rotations, I noticed Xiao Hei was usually
quite well-behaved, so I reported to the sergeant that I should grant him two days of honorary leave, since his family had moved to Xinzhuang, which was close to Keelung.
The sergeant, seeing how hard he worked, approved my report and sent it to the captain. With the captain's assurance that "
I"
would take responsibility, he granted his leave. My leave at home consisted mainly of renting a bunch of cartoons and VHS tapes to watch.
My leave started at 7:00 AM.
After parking my car at the Keelung West Pier police parking lot, the officer on duty was already
waiting for me on the pier before I even boarded the ship, holding the report I had submitted to request leave for Xiao Hei. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the counselor's office to find Xiao
Hei's address. After untying the ship's mooring lines, the counselor called from the aft deck: "If the person isn't caught after the ship docks
, you don't need to come back."
Watching the ship gradually depart, I felt a surge of self-reproach for being such a busybody, for deliberately creating trouble. I drove
to Xinzhuang with a teammate on leave. After searching for two hours, we finally found them in an
old courtyard house, where nearly a hundred people lived. Empty bottles littered the floor, and the house was unfurnished; everyone was
sleeping sitting on the floor.
To welcome us, they brought out two cases of Rongjiu liquor. After a few rounds of drinks, we learned
they had been drinking for five days to welcome Xiao Hei. An indigenous girl brought out a plate of what she said were mountain produce to treat us. Taking
advantage of my youth and strength, I tried to compete with them. It was my first time experiencing the indigenous way of drinking; they actually
drink slowly, so if it came to a drinking contest, they would be at a disadvantage.
The girl who brought in the food led four other girls to sit down and drink with us. Xiao Hei, slightly drunk,
introduced them to me one by one: "Substitute! This is the cousin I told you about." "You don't need to go home tonight! She..."
"I'll stay with you." They laughed, but I blushed. It's just talk, but I'm a little
scared to actually do it.
I felt like I was being lifted up by four people. I was drunk and didn't feel much. In my hazy state, my clothes were taken off
, and someone was licking my chest... my navel...!
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In my hazy state, I felt a chill on my chest. When I touched it, everything was wet. I felt a hot
sensation of being sucked on my penis. I was weak and unable to move. Then someone straddled my abdomen, and a soft mass of flesh bumped against me.
I don't know when it ended. When I woke up, it was the next morning. I rubbed my eyes and saw men and women all around me with disheveled clothes
. The person holding me was Xiao Hei's cousin. There were traces of dried liquid on his penis. I
lost my virginity in a daze. I regretted that I lost my virginity before I could experience that pleasure.
I shook my teammates who came with me awake. After washing our faces, we went to the street to eat breakfast. The two discussed how difficult it would be
to escape, and they needed to find a way.
After breakfast, they returned to Xiao Hei's place and proceeded with their plan. Some people had already woken up and started drinking again.
The smell of alcohol so early in the morning was really unpleasant, especially since he had been drunk the night before. My teammate and I helped Xiao Hei up and lifted him into the car. His
cousin saw us and asked what we were doing. We lied and said we were going to Keelung for seafood, then headed to the car. As soon as we
started the engine, Xiao Hei's cousin ran out.
The boat wouldn't be back until tomorrow, and the two were wondering what to do. Xiao Hei was completely drunk, and with
his cousin following him, the car drove aimlessly around Keelung. The cousin kept insisting on eating at the temple entrance. My teammate
suggested dropping Xiao Hei off at a hotel near the train station while we went to do our own thing. So we booked two rooms at the hotel near the station
, leaving Xiao Hei and the other two behind, and drove around.
We returned to the hostel in the evening with some snacks and beer. Xiao Hei was still dead drunk, so the three of us
watched TV and drank to kill time. As the TV became increasingly boring, I switched channels with the remote, and
suddenly a scene of men and women having sex appeared on the screen. Under the influence of alcohol and pornography, my brother was already aroused. My partner
couldn't resist either, giving me meaningful glances.
Xiao Hei's cousin was staring blankly at the TV. I thought to
myself that I had unconsciously lost my virginity last night, and it would be a shame not to enjoy it now. We both leaned over and began kneading her breasts through her clothes. She readily took off her top, letting us touch and play with her full breasts. Her inverted nipples 　　swelled under
our teasing, and my partner's advances had progressed to touching her genitals. 　　Soon, she stood up, took off all her clothes, and kneaded my partner's penis, 　　her buttocks facing me. Seeing a woman's genitals for the first time, I used my fingers to examine them closely. 　　Her vulva gradually became wet under my touch. The swaying of her hips made it difficult to 　　see clearly; as I tried to get closer, a strong smell of urine assaulted my nostrils. I picked up a beer from the table and poured it over her buttocks. 　　She made muffled noises with her mouth full of my partner's, her hips swaying even more violently. My 　　fingers, which had been playing around her vulva, were now penetrating her vagina under her movements. It was wet and warm, and the folds inside felt 　　similar to the area around her anus. 　　My partner couldn't resist any longer and pulled her up to face me, thrusting into me. Her moans were 　　as loud as those of a porn star. I tried to put my swollen penis into her mouth. At first, it felt good, but 　　after she bit me a few times during her arousal, I quickly pulled it out, afraid she would bite it off. I stepped aside, 　　watching this live sex show. After my partner changed positions a few times, he ejaculated on her abdomen. After ejaculating, 　　my teammate rolled over on the bed, panting, and smiled at me, saying, "Pillar, it's your turn." 　　She seemed still unsatisfied, crawling over to me, straddling my abdomen, and effortlessly guiding my penis 　　into her vagina, starting to masturbate. I had already been masturbating while watching them make love 　　, and shortly after she mounted me, I ejaculated as well. My penis trembled and gushed wildly in her warm, moist vagina, 　　the vaginal walls contracting and relaxing intermittently. 　　I carried her to the bathroom to wash her, and she sat on the sink, letting me caress and play with her. After the three of us had taken turns washing 　　, my teammate went back to his room to sleep with Xiao Hei, while she and I lay naked on the bed, drinking and chatting, and 　　she continued to play with my penis. I let her play with it, carefully admiring her beautiful body. After 　　she aroused my desire again, I rolled over and pressed myself against her, raising my penis to penetrate her. After several attempts 　　without success, I finally managed to penetrate her with her guidance. 　　I didn't expect it to last this long; we tried several different positions. For 　　some reason, she became unusually wild, biting me all over. Her vagina gradually became like a flood, 　　leaving our pubic hair wet as if we'd just been soaking in water. 　　We didn't sleep much that night; every time we woke up, we'd thrust into her. 　　I don't remember how many times we did it or how many times we ejaculated, until the sky outside began to lighten before we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. 　　"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The urgent knocking on the door was mixed with my teammate's shouts: "Zhu Zi! Zhu Zi! The ship is entering the harbor 　　!" 　　I forced myself to climb to the window, enduring the aches and pains, and saw our ship slowly approaching the west dock. I felt 　　like I'd just run 5,000 kilometers; when I went to the bathroom to wash up, I found my knees were scraped raw. We flagged down a taxi and asked him to take 　　Xiao Hei's cousin back to Xinzhuang. We helped the still-drunk Xiao Hei up and carried him to the ship. His legs seemed to float on the water. 　　The ship's officers didn't do anything when they saw Xiao Hei like this. Instead, the squad leader was so angry that he ordered us to throw him into 　　the bottom of the furnace. 　　Xiao Hei slept in the furnace for two whole days and two nights before waking up. From then on, whether it was adding dishes to the ship or 　　a banquet to bid farewell to veterans, I dared not let Xiao Hei drink again. 　　An unrecorded war (03) 　　The arrival of the typhoon season made us, who were stationed at the Zhongzheng Base in Su'ao, return to Keelung to defend against the typhoon. Su'ao and Magong 　　are really places where dogs don't shit and birds don't lay eggs, but they are also good places for us to save money. If we have money but nowhere to spend it, 　　we can only save it and wait to return to Keelung or Kaohsiung. 　　On one of our return voyages to Keelung, we met "Rongrong". After docking, we were on standby with two furnaces and two planes to defend against the typhoon and temporarily suspended our leave.

Stop. Taking advantage of a trip to the supply station, I found a coffee shop to hide in. Ever since I tasted the pleasures of sex
, I've become bolder with women. It was drizzling outside, and I was the only customer in the shop, so we
chatted about everything under the sun. After the typhoon, the ship was re-enlisted in Keelung, and whenever the ship docked, I'd stay at "Rongrong's" shop. Sometimes,
I'd even stay out all night because I had the privilege of not having to attend roll call. About two weeks after we met, she became my regular, free
sex partner.
Under the influence of my cousin Xiao Hei, I would sometimes go to Taipei to see her. When I was lazy? I'd go to the then-popular
Thai bathhouse to release my pent-up desires, and I gradually became more experienced in sex.
One rainy day, I used the excuse of taking Rongrong home to Nuannuan's house. On the way, in my car, I pulled over and turned off the engine
, and kissed her, my hands roaming restlessly over her body. When I breached her last line of defense
, I knew that if I didn't act, this duck would fly away. The cramped space in the car made movement difficult
, and it took a lot of effort to remove her tight skirt. Impatient, I didn't want to take it off piece by piece, so I tore
her stockings, pulled up her cute panties, and forcefully inserted myself. I just lay on top of her, thrusting.
At first, it was awkward, but then it became smooth and lubricated, without any change until I ejaculated. It was
past 4 AM when I got back to the ship. I tossed a bag of betel nuts to the guards on duty at the gangway and went back to my quarters to sleep.
"Substitute shift! Substitute shift! We're about to enter or leave port." My privilege of skipping roll call allowed me to sleep until 8 AM when a new recruit
woke me up while cleaning the quarters. After inspecting the ice machine and signing the logbook in the engine room, I was too lazy to go back to the boiler room. I greeted my colleagues in the engine room
and hid behind the generator to sleep until the old man came to catch me. After lunch, I was called
to the command post by my boss and given a lecture; the sea conditions were bad after the typhoon. It seems few people will eat on this voyage; the three-
day cruise consists of the monotonous routine of watch duty, rest, and sleep. Upon returning, Old Ghost kept a close watch on me, preventing
me from lifting my head until the boss summoned me to the official residence, at which point I finally had a chance to go out.
After this voyage, the fleet headquarters gave the ship six days of sea training, during which time the fleet headquarters would not interfere and the captain would have
to decide for himself. Now everyone is guessing where the captain will go? Due to a leak in the refrigerant from the ice machine,
food freezing for such a long time was impossible, and the factory was short of supplies, so we had to buy from the private sector. I asked three close friends for a day off
, and we set off for Taipei in a large group. I even made a special detour to Rongrong's shop to meet her.
Once we arrived in Taipei, we scattered like birds and beasts. After explaining our tasks, Rongrong and I found a hotel. We went
into the bathroom together, and in the bathtub, we kissed passionately. This time, Rongrong took the initiative, sucking on my penis in the bathtub
. The bathtub was too narrow to even turn over, so I helped Rongrong up, dried her off, and carried her to the bed.
The way Rongrong curled up in my arms was truly endearing.
I let the head of my penis touch Rongrong's moist labia, deliberately pretending I couldn't penetrate her. Rongrong's cheeks
flushed; it was clear she desperately wanted me inside. I patiently teased her from the outside. After a
while, I thrust downwards, and the head of my penis slid in. Rongrong pulled her hand away, and I continued thrusting.
With a "whoosh," I pushed my thick, hard penis all the way into Rongrong's warm, wet little hole. The tightness of her vagina
, the soft, warm flesh, gripped the part of me inside her, bringing indescribable pleasure.
I leaned down, pressing my chest against her soft breasts, moving my hips up and down, thrusting my thick, hard penis in and
out of her moist little hole. Rongrong's already moist little hole was now
overflowing with lustful fluids. I kissed her slightly parted lips, gazing into her eyes filled with desire. Rongrong weakly moaned,
"Ah! Ah!"
Rongrong hugged me tightly, her little hole contracting and expanding, and I pressed down on her soft flesh. After a long while,
I propped myself up and looked at Rongrong's two beautiful breasts. I couldn't help but kiss them again, sucking them greedily. Rongrong's
body writhed like a caterpillar. Rongrong's distressed expression made me ask, "What's wrong? Does it
hurt?"
"Mmm!" She shook her head. I thought, why would a woman have such an expression? Ignore her and continue
thrusting.
"Ah... I... Ah..." she cried out wildly.
"Ah..." I just kept thrusting wildly.
"Tsk tsk... Gently... It feels so good..."
"Ouch... I... I can't take it anymore... Really..." she gasped, "Ouch... I... I..." She closed her
eyes and hugged me tightly, her vagina suddenly secreting a lot of fluid, making it easier for me to thrust.
About ten minutes later, my glans gradually felt numb. After increasing the speed of my thrusts, I held Rongrong tightly
, letting my penis spray freely inside her.
My limp penis slid out of Rongrong's vagina, and I rolled over and lay down next to her. Rongrong tore some tissues
to cover her vulva, which was filled with my semen, and got up to go into the bathroom. When Rongrong came out of the bathroom, she was a
naked beauty with only a towel wrapped around her lower body. I saw her round breasts and the nipples swaying, which made my heart flutter, and my penis naturally became
hard again.
"You! How can you be so greedy?" Rongrong looked at my erect penis and smiled charmingly.
Without thinking twice, I pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her neck passionately.
"Look at you, so eager! We just did it once, isn't that enough?" Rongrong said with a
slight reproach after being kissed.
"I was the one doing all the work from beginning to end. Even if you're enjoying yourself, I only get to enjoy it for three seconds!" I
replied with a smile
. "Don't rush, I'm already yours." Rongrong said coquettishly.
I pressed my palm against her vulva, then used my middle finger to probe her vagina, which was already dripping with lustful fluid, and then gently
rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. I spread Rongrong's legs, lifted her two round buttocks, and let my penis penetrate to the hilt. Rongrong
hooked her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my back, and tightly wrapped her body around me.
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The intercourse of the lower body made a series of squeaking sounds. I put my hands on her breasts and gently pinched her nipples with my fingers.
My thrusting went from slow to fast, and I started to hum. Her face flushed, her eyes moistened, and she wrapped her arms around
my neck. Her vagina secreted a moist lubrication, allowing me to thrust freely. I used my fingers on her breasts...
I gently pinched her nipples, and Rongrong's labia flipped with the in-and-out motion of my penis. It was a beautiful sight. Rongrong even
twisted her hips to match my thrusts.
This was my second time today, so I lasted particularly long, which made Rongrong frown and grit her teeth, as if she wanted to beg for
mercy. I finally erupted like a volcano, ejaculating deep inside Rongrong. She excitedly hugged me tightly, and I relaxed and pressed
myself against her soft, delicate body, not in a hurry to pull out. Rongrong's vagina was still twitching, as if
trying to swallow my penis.
I unloaded two cylinders of refrigerant from the taxi, put them in my car, and drove Rongrong back to Nuannuan's house first. After returning to the ship
and handing them over to the electrical personnel, I started working. Three hours of testing went smoothly. After the food supply report was tallied
, the officer announced over the loudspeaker: "Engineers warm up, all units prepare for sailing, 01:00 departure."
At exactly 01:00, with the help of a cable, the starboard engine reversed, and the captain, without the aid of a tugboat
, skillfully led the ship out of Keelung Harbor and into the dark sea. Standing on the aft deck, gazing at the
lights of Keelung Harbor, the Guanyin statue on the mountain seemed to be kindly saying, "Return soon."
"Dadi~~~!" came the whistle over the loudspeaker.
The navigation announcement: "Release from port! Light control throughout the ship, second shift begins."
In the passageway for the shift change in the furnace, the deck crew excitedly discussed the captain's movements. As soon as the shift change was completed
, the engine speed changed from 180 to double engines moving towards the east coast. With the old machinery running at full power
, I requested that the watch log be checked every ten minutes instead of every hour. The blower and main boiler
emitted a sharp, unusual noise at high speed. The boiler water level was kept at a moderate level to prevent
excessive water level and pressure from sudden shutdown. This past hour and a half was even more nerve-wracking. The crew on duty were also startled by the sight;
where were they rushing to that they needed to run at full power? A series of mysteries. After the shift, I checked the refrigeration unit
to confirm it was functioning properly and the refrigerant pressure was sufficient.
After moving the food for breakfast to the galley, I went back to my quarters to sleep. Lying on the main shaft, I felt the engine speed
gradually decrease. Soon after, the ship's announcement came over the loudspeaker: "All personnel, proceed to port for deployment!"
Looking at my watch, it was only 09:30. I put on my work clothes, opened the hatch, and looked out at the unfamiliar port. Asking
a deckhand working on the aft deck, I learned it was Hualien Port.
"Cancel port entry/exit deployment! Engine room shutdown! Power distribution front!"
"After all parts have been cleaned and maintained, assemble on the aft deck at 12:30."
The veterans urged the new recruits on, while the new recruits cleaned and maintained themselves, and the veterans themselves began polishing their brass shoes and leather boots. While preparing
lunch, some veterans told me not to prepare too much, as no one would eat it. I couldn't understand why
no one wanted to eat. Only a few personnel on shift change went to the mess hall for lunch; the rest were busy preparing their
outer uniforms. The officers didn't come to the mess hall to take the prepared food, only giving a portion to the duty officer.
Only the duty officer remained on board; the rest were nowhere to be seen.
At 12:30, everyone except the duty officer assembled on the aft deck. After the duty officer explained the leave regulations
and that civilian clothes were required for going out, everyone except those on duty happily ran back to their cabins to change. Because I
was exempted from duty due to being in port, I spent three days following some experienced locals to explore all the brothels, teahouses, restaurants, and saunas in Hualien
, thus losing two months' salary.
Hualien truly is paradise on earth; the girls are beautiful and young, and the prices are only half of those in western Taiwan. Our first stop was the Dagouwei brothel.
Along a row of low houses, each door had a red lantern hanging outside. With the explanation of an old soldier, I
learned that these were brothels. Inside each house sat several girls, for us to choose from; they all looked like elementary school
students. After each of my companions made their selections, they filed into the small rooms at the back. I couldn't bear to ask them to leave first,
but a madam and two bodyguards blocked my way. Anyway, five hundred dollars to chat with a girl was fine, so I just
picked one who looked a bit older to go in with.
After entering a narrow room, I sat on the bed. This little mountain girl, with her still-childish face,
quickly took off all her clothes. Seeing that I wasn't moving, she kept insisting I take off my clothes. I told her we just
needed to chat, so I pulled her to the bedside to talk to her and take a closer look at her naked body.
Seeing that I really wanted to talk to her, she anxiously tried to take off my clothes. I stopped her while asking her why
. She turned over so I could see the numerous bruises on her back; she said she'd be beaten to death if I didn't do it. At her
pleading, I took off my clothes and lay down. She used her mouth to give me oral sex, then found a tube-like object on the bedside table,
squeezed some out, and applied it to her genitals. Clumsily, she straddled my stomach and inserted my penis into her vagina. My penis
was tightly enveloped, and she looked pained. I pushed her away, telling her to stop. At this point, she cried
and said, "I can't stop." She didn't dare cry too loudly, just kept begging me.
Seeing her breasts, barely the size of small steamed buns, which had been artificially stimulated with injections, and her sparse, underdeveloped pubic hair,
I helped her lie down. I used my hand to make my shrunken penis erect. I squeezed out most of the tube of Vaseline and applied it
to her vulva, then carefully applied it to my penis. Insertion still hurt. She gritted her teeth and endured
my thrusts, but no matter what I did, I showed no sign of ejaculating. Seeing her face contorted in pain, my
own penis throbbed.
Finally, after half an hour, I came. She quickly covered her vulva with tissue paper, brought out a
basin of water from under the bed, and washed my penis. Only after washing my penis did she use the same water to wash her own vulva. Counting the time
, I gave her two thousand yuan. She gave me five hundred yuan in change, which I still gave her to keep hidden.
Afterwards, my companions all teased me for taking so long, still happily discussing how childish their moans were. I really
wanted to knock them over. Those were truly the first time I'd ever encountered child prostitutes; they were only fourteen. They
even planned to check out another place. I left them in disgust and wandered the streets of Hualien. I found a
convenience store, bought a sports drink, and swallowed it along with the tetracycline hydrochloride the nurse had given me when I disembarked.
While wandering, I suddenly heard someone call my name. Turning around, I saw my superior, a sergeant, who pulled me to join them in their
pleas for sex. In the taxi, I looked around at the streets of Hualien. After about ten minutes, we arrived at a brothel called "Spring..."
In the teahouse, an elderly woman with a powdered face greeted us and invited us to sit down. She then arranged for seven young women to come over;
I only remember the woman next to me was named Xiuxiu. We drank Shaoxing wine with preserved plums, one cup after another, until the table was
a mess.
Taking advantage of the wine, Sergeant Major Fanlan tossed a thousand yuan onto the table, saying, "Whoever dares to blow the trumpet next to you, this
thousand yuan is yours."
Unexpectedly, Xiuxiu grabbed the thousand yuan and stuffed it into her bra, then bent down to pull down my pants. I dodged her, but
the sergeant and an old soldier next to me grabbed my hands, making Xiuxiu untie the knot on my sweatpants. I looked down, and
in the part hidden by her hair, Xiuxiu's head was slowly moving; a warm, wet sensation was gradually moving down from the glans
, indicating that my penis was being taken inch by inch into Xiuxiu's mouth. Suddenly, Xiuxiu tossed her hair,
revealing a spectacular sight: her moist lips were laboriously sliding across the thick penis, which
was adorned with bright red lipstick, and saliva mixed with white foam was overflowing from her lips,
slowly dripping down the bulging veins on the penis. Xiuxiu stopped sucking, taking my penis even deeper into her mouth
, and looked up at me with her bright eyes, as if hoping I could appreciate and
praise her from a better angle. Xiuxiu's hands began to rub my scrotum, while her head shook frantically up and down. Only
when the glans appeared at the edge of Xiuxiu's fiery red lips did the entire thick penis disappear into her small mouth.
Watching Xiuxiu frantically sucking my penis, I desperately tried to think of other things, not wanting my semen
to ejaculate into Xiuxiu's mouth under everyone's watchful eyes. But this ultimate pleasure was quickly defeated by Xiuxiu
's oral service, and she desperately tried to hold back the urge to ejaculate. Xiuxiu's teeth gently scraped against the penis, and what was
worse, Xiuxiu's wet and hot tongue slid tightly around the penis. Just as Xiuxiu kept squeezing and sucking,
the semen was shooting into Xiuxiu's throat through the penis she was holding.
I don't know if it was because she couldn't breathe or because she couldn't bear the feeling of the semen splashing in her throat, Xiuxiu made a whimpering
sound, but she still held me and held my penis tightly in her mouth.
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Xiuxiu spat the semen in her mouth into the trash can, picked up a cup of Shaoxing wine on the table to rinse her mouth and drank it down.
The six people at the table couldn't help but drag the ladies next to them inside. After the six couples left, only Xiuxiu remained. She
stroked my penis through my sweatpants and said, "I just made you feel good, do you want to make me feel good too
?" I nodded, and she pulled me up to a room on the third floor, explaining the services offered at the establishment along the way
.
Xiuxiu undressed quickly; she only had three pieces of clothing: a suit, a bra, and panties. Since each
session was only fifteen minutes, I was quick too, immediately lying on the bed in a spread-eagle position after undressing. She lay on
top of me, kissing me from behind my ear, and teasing my nipples with her tongue. Soon, my penis was erect.
Xiuxiu carefully licked the entire erect penis with her tongue, gently
sliding it along the urethra below, and then rotating it around the glans as if trying to penetrate the urethra, her warm, wet
tongue continuously licking back and forth. Sometimes she would slide her penis up and down from the side, her warm, wet mouth once again taking
the glans in, while stroking the scrotum and
manipulating the penis with her hand, her tongue circling the ridge of the glans. What amazing technique!
The swollen glans being gently bitten by her teeth was an indescribable sensation. Xiuxiu moved her buttocks
in front of me, swaying them, wanting me to tease her. There were a few sparse pubic hairs on her vulva, and from my angle, I could
see them slightly protruding from the cleft. Her dark brown labia resembled snail meat, much less attractive than Rongrong's or Xiao Hei's cousin's
. I used my fingers to manipulate Xiuxiu's labia, occasionally digging deep into her vagina. Xiuxiu stretched out her legs, her
hands gripping my penis and frantically stroking it up and down. I played with her private parts, laboriously maintaining the thrusting of my fingers, but
there wasn't much vaginal lubrication.
After Xiuxiu rolled over, she whispered in my ear while rubbing her firm breasts against my body
. Completely naked, Xiuxiu straddled me, her legs spread wide. I
could clearly see her dark brown labia slightly parted. Xiuxiu carefully grasped my penis
, moistened the glans with saliva, and rubbed it back and forth against her slightly parted labia. Slowly, Xiuxiu
lowered her body, the glans feeling slightly uncomfortable inside her dry vagina. As my glans
slowly slid into Xiuxiu's vagina, "Ah...ah..." Xiuxiu moaned professionally.
She reached to our point of contact, using two fingers to spread the vaginal opening containing my glans, rubbing it
until the secretions increased, then she began to stroke my penis more rapidly. Her plump buttocks slapped against my thighs
, making a "slap~ slap~ slap~!" sound.
Having ejaculated twice in less than two hours, this time I was certain I wouldn't be able to. After a few dozen strokes, Xiuxiu
lay down weakly and said, "Your turn, I'm...out of strength."
She rolled over, spat some saliva onto my glans, and I thrust in with all my might. Xiuxiu's professionally lewd moans
became the same tone as Rongrong's during sex. The vigorous thrusting took more than twenty minutes, and after ejaculating, I rolled over and
lay down, panting heavily. Looking at the large clock on the wall, it had taken three segments this time.
Xiuxiu also brought out a basin of water from under the bed and wiped my penis. After she finished, I got up to watch her wash
her own vulva, watching her dig and scrape with her hands. Seeing me watching, she laughed, speaking in her thick Mandarin accent
, "Brother, it seems you don't have much left!"
She slowly walked down the stairs, her legs weak, and Xiuxiu, who had been flirting with me the whole way, said her legs were also
weak from my teasing. Back at our seats, only the chief petty officer hadn't come down yet. We drank until an old soldier got drunk and started acting crazy before we finally
paid the bill and went back to camp. Three days passed like this, filled with eating, drinking, and gunfire.
On the morning of the fourth day, after roll call, the captain ordered us to polish all the brassware on board, and everything was placed in the engine
room for warm-up. After the flag-raising ceremony at eight o'clock, a bunch of officers of the rank of star boarded the ship one after the other, and we
sailed out to sea under the escort of the Yang-class ships, one after the other.
After about an hour's journey, "Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~!" came the announcement.
The alarm sounded. The navigation system immediately broadcast: "All personnel, prepare for battle! All personnel, prepare for battle!"
Having just finished cleaning the galley and intending to return to my cabin to sleep, I rushed to the engine room, grabbed my helmet, life jacket
, and sonar, and dressed as I ran towards the bridge. After inserting the sonar into the slot,
I habitually reported: "The damage control team is fully prepared for battle." The first mate immediately smacked my helmet with a water-cooled baton:
"Only two or three damage control positions on the aft deck, and you're already reporting this?"
"See how I handle your damage control team when we return to port," the first mate said.
After the first mate pressed the stopwatch, it turned out that only damage control and combat readiness were deployed before being established. This was
going to be a headache. After the drills in each area were completed, the captain led a group of officers to the bridge. I counted
three officers with stars and the remaining four with only three stars. From their conversation, I gleaned that they had boarded our
ship to supervise the anti-submarine training of the Yang-class destroyers, specifically the shark hunting exercise.
We followed 923 about five nautical miles to starboard, time ticking by. The battle situation radio output
was brought to the bridge, but there was no sign of movement from the two Yang-class ships. Two small, fly-like
ships, some with sonar dangling from the Yang-class, were bustling about. Two hours passed without any movement, and one of the
two-star ships began to grow impatient, bursting into a tirade after half an hour.
Shortly after his outburst, 920 reported over the loudspeaker: "South China Sea, this is Jingzhou, m
m m, separation, two m m holes, separation, 38, interval, please respond." Soon after, 923 repeated
the information, and the ship began accelerating towards the area.
We maintained a five-nautical-mile distance from the Yang-class ships, the loudspeaker blaring with jargon I couldn't understand,
and I happily watched the spectacle. The drills on the Yang-class ship lasted for over an hour. My teammates in the engine room kept
asking me over the sonar phone what was going on, and I was happy to keep up with their real-time updates to pass the
time. Not long after the Yang-class ship announced the end of the exercise, just as the officers were about to leave the bridge,
news came from 923 that an unidentified underwater object had been spotted.
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The three chiefs stood at the radar in front of me, whispering to each other, their expressions somewhat off. After notifying the ship's
command to check and confirm that the other three ships were in Zuoying Port, one of the chiefs asked the captain to activate the ship's sonar. The captain
replied with difficulty that apart from the main sonar, the towed sonar at the stern was faulty and could not operate. Subsequently,
the chief petty officer of the electrical system was summoned to the bridge to explain the situation, during which time reports from the Yang-class ship continued to come in. The reports
changed from coded language at the beginning to urgent plain language, it seemed that the combat situation on the Yang-class ship would definitely be locked after returning to port. About ten minutes after the final
report, "Sonar contact lost, last contact bearing: sea/land 20,"
a small fly from the Yang-class destroyer flew to the aft deck, carrying away a Star-class officer
and bringing back a storage container resembling a cartography tool. All the officers on board, except for the navigation watch officer, went down to
the combat information room next to the captain's quarters. The chief petty officer in charge of electrical engineering was seemingly repairing something near the towed sonar at the stern. The fly
flew back to the aft deck, unloaded some items for him, and then left.
Half an hour after the chief petty officer disappeared from the aft deck, the captain changed the combat readiness deployment to combat shifts on both sides.
I had to continue my post, and the cook came to get the ice machine key from me. I also asked him to check the food
supplies. After reporting the food inventory to the captain, the fuel and fresh water supplies were reported via the sonar telephone.
The towed sonar was deployed at the stern, and the officers in the combat information room filed towards the sonar room below the first squadron's quarters.
The departure of these big shots relieved us all. I quietly asked the operations officer, who had just graduated from the officer academy,
what the situation was. He gave us a brief explanation on the bridge. An unidentified submarine had appeared in our waters, specifically in our nearshore waters
, right in our current exercise area. The submarine participating in the exercise was
a new one that had just returned from the Netherlands. After this was reported to the ship's command, the officers were very nervous. After working continuously in Hualien
and standing for four hours after leaving port, my legs were starting to go numb. The crew who were taking over the watch quickly
ate a bowl of noodles after arriving at their positions and went back to their cabins to sleep.
The engine room crew members in the cabin were talking amongst themselves, but I was too lazy to discuss it with them, so I fell into a deep sleep amidst their chatter
. I didn't wake up until the recruits called me to take over the 0-4 watch. I had just started my watch when the messenger came to call my superior again. After entering
the officers' quarters, everyone was seated at the conference table, with the ship's officers standing in a row to the side. Yu-shui was reporting on fuel and fresh
water reserves, and then it was my turn to report on food supplies. Because I'm tall, I had to squeeze my head
through a crack in the ceiling while standing in the officers' quarters, and the officers listening to my report looked at me with surprise.
After the meeting, a colonel chatted with me, asking why I didn't "transfer to the mainland" given the opportunity. "Transferring to the mainland"
was something I had dreamed of, and I had used many connections to try and succeed. The last time, a junior high school classmate who was studying at
Chung Cheng Preparatory School happened to be transferred to the political warfare chief secretary position in the fleet headquarters and helped me get it done. However, the captain persuaded me to stay on, appealing to my emotions
. There were only seven college graduates on board, and the engine room, which should have 68 men, now only
had 42. Our decommissioned ship was always short-staffed, and when we finally got a college graduate assigned to us, they weren't going to
let us go! Anyway, I'm used to it now, but until I was discharged, I didn't dare to wash my hair too vigorously because my head looked
like it was covered in wounds.
The next day, we were still patrolling, with the Yang-class submarine moving from east to west. With the help of the small flies, we
moved from north to south. From 12 to 24, two S-70Cs and one S-2T joined us.
The gossipy personnel in the combat information room were spreading rumors. According to them, the submarines on the surface were still lingering
nearby and showed no intention of leaving. Our new submarine had also participated in this operation.
On the third day, the shift showed no intention of returning to base, and some teammates were already complaining about being on leave.
Under the navigational routine of watch, sleep, sleep, watch, everyone had replenished the energy they had lost in Hualien
. The deputy commander ordered that the crew not appear on the open deck. The crew members, including the petty officers, only
chatted and joked in the cabins and the welfare room. As the person in charge of the food committee and the welfare store in 2000, I hereby announce that the welfare store
is completely sold out. Those who failed to stock up on snacks and instant noodles are complaining bitterly.
On the fourth day, the food reserves were running low, requiring the use of the war reserve rations. Ever since my
mission to support the 7th Army in driving away pirate fishing boats, during which I was overwhelmed by their food supply, I've been ordering three days' worth of food every time I buy rations. After reporting to the command post, one of
the officers was still debating whether to return to port. I naturally thought it best to return as soon as possible so I could visit Rongrong and
Xiao Hei's cousin. After dinner, I was summoned to the command post again. Back in the firebox, I started drafting a three-day menu, which I handed
to the deputy commander after my shift.
On the fifth day, at 09:30, the naval broadcast announced, "All personnel, proceed with refueling at sea." Upon hearing this,
everyone in the cabin groaned, especially those nearing discharge. After refueling at sea, fresh food was replenished via high-speed transport. Fortunately, newspapers and new magazines also arrived, 　　and I managed to fall asleep amidst the monotonous frequency
of the Times Weekly and the 120 RPM engine . 　　The sixth day marked the longest I'd ever spent at sea since joining the ship. Meeting Rongrong in my dream left 　　me speechless when the new recruits called me to take over the watch; my underwear was soaked with semen from the dream. Normally, 　　the engine room crew just swagger around the ship in their underwear during watch, but now, with high-ranking officers present, everyone had to be 　　fully dressed in their work clothes. 　　The furnace was a scorching 46 degrees Celsius, and my work clothes were completely soaked. Suddenly, "Ding...ding...ding...ding...ding... 　　ding...ding...!" the alarm sounded again. I grabbed the life jacket and megaphone I'd been carrying and 　　rushed to the bridge. I was the first to arrive, seeing deck crew running and putting on life jackets in a chaotic frenzy on the open deck 　　. I calmly picked up my helmet and adjusted the straps. Before the first officer could even press the stopwatch, our damage control team had already prepared 　　a report. The deputy commander stood next to me, laughing, and said, "You're afraid I'll get a beating when I get back, so we've improved. You 　　bunch of dead civilians deserve a beating." 　　After the captain positioned all the ships, he ordered that no drills be conducted and no unusual sounds be made. What the 　　hell is going on? 　　An unrecorded war (07) 　　Our ship and the Yang-class ships were arranged in a triangular shape, with 923 and 920 in front and behind, 　　about 100 meters apart. About ten minutes later, a sphere appeared in the middle of our triangular area. At first, 　　it emitted black smoke from the diesel engine ignition and a periscope rose up. The submarine followed us 　　in a circular motion between our three ships. After half a watch, it disappeared 　　into the water after our three surface ships started up and increased their power. 　　Shortly after, the bridge's communication loudspeaker blared: "Sonar contact, bearing 0.65, target distance 4,800 　　, speed 2 knots." 　　"Target is accelerating!" a colonel immediately asked, "What's the speed?" 　　"Ten knots, twelve knots, sixteen knots, distance 5,000, eighteen knots… still accelerating!" 　　The officers, their faces expressionless, began whispering amongst themselves again, the communication reports continuing to show speed and bearing. Based on 　　their discussion, this speed, coupled with its ability to outlast our newly purchased diesel-electric submarines, suggested a nuclear 　　submarine. But whose submarine was it? Was it hiding off the coast of Hualien and Taitung, gathering intelligence on our exercises? Following the compass, 　　we pursued it north along the Hualien and Taitung coast. 　　On the seventh day, the active sonar had been beeping incessantly since the previous night. Where was our submarine now 　　? An unidentified vessel with the number 42 painted on its bow appeared out of nowhere; upon closer inspection, it was flying the American flag 　　. After they joined us, the active sonar beeping stopped. Just then, the alarm sounded a "beep...beep..." 　　collision warning. I quickly looked around; the nearby ships were all far away. The bridge telegraph was pulled to 　　position four, and the ship began to increase power, making a zigzag maneuver. With the high speed and force four waves, some people 　　started vomiting, while I spread my legs and clung tightly to the handrail. Distances were reported over the loudspeaker. 　　Just as we were making a right zigzag turn, the ship suddenly shuddered, and an explosion occurred on the aft deck. The ship's 　　speed immediately decreased, and the shockwave from the explosion shoved me against the gyrocompass. My vision blurred, and I struggled to my feet, looking towards the aft deck 　　. When I could see clearly, the ship's alarm sounded a fall-over warning. The starboard side of the aft deck had been breached, right in my 　　cabin area, and several people lay motionless on the deck. Several damage control personnel were groaning at the port railing. I 　　hurriedly used the radio to request a casualty report, but received no response. Chaos reigned on the bridge 　　; some people were still clinging to the railing, crying. I touched my forehead and it felt a little wet. I took my hand off and saw it was blood. The first mate came over and checked my head 　　. 　　After putting his hand pad inside my helmet, he told me to go to the aft deck to answer the phone and find my position . 　　Once I was on the aft deck and in position, I hung up the phone while helping the medics bandage the wounded and reporting the casualty 　　figures. 920 joined the search and rescue operation for those in the water, and 923 dropped depth charges about eight nautical miles to the starboard bow 　　. The American submarine, hull number 42, remained on the sidelines. Forty minutes later, the Seagulls hoisted the wounded away; 　　three bags of mangled body parts were found in the starboard passageway. The last group of Seagulls arrived and disembarked, and the ship 　　regained its balance with the help of oil and water. After the casualty report came out, the damage control petty officer, carrying an oxygen tank, went into the water to inspect the 　　damage. 920 joined 923 in the search and rescue operation; the splashes from the depth charges were spectacular. At that moment, 　　everyone on board desperately wanted the submarine destroyed. About ten minutes after the launches of two torpedoes each on September 20th and 23rd, 　　a submarine with a different design 　　from our four diesel-electric submarines surfaced , its control tower marked with "40x". The American submarine, number 42, approached, 　　and our ships also tried to get closer, but were driven away by the Americans. Finally, the Americans agreed to let us send personnel aboard their ship 　　. A small boat was lowered, and the two chief officers, accompanied by the captain and chief engineer, went over. The damage control chief petty officer inspected the engine room and the 　　starboard shaft compartment, finding damage to oil tank 16 and ballast tank 7. Currently, we can only slowly navigate around the area using a single engine with two boilers 　　. 　　On the eighth day, after the small boat returned, only the captain remained. We sailed slowly, docking at the Su'ao Chung 　　Cheng base in the early morning. On the return voyage, the captain presided over the mourning for the deceased over the loudspeaker. When we docked, a crowd of people were waiting on the shore 　　. After the ship was docked, all crew members were summoned to the pier. I was among the last group of watchmen to leave. We 　　were assigned to the Marine Corps camp, and after our beds were assigned, almost everyone fell into a deep sleep. 　　The next day, the reveille didn't sound until 7:00 AM. After breakfast and the flag-raising ceremony, we were given instructions regarding our activity areas and some...

Due to the need for secrecy, even those close to us couldn't discuss what had happened, and all external communication was cut
off. The engineer returned to the ship a week later, and the captain and first mate visited the families of the wounded and injured to offer their condolences.
For the past three weeks, everyone had been eating and sleeping well.
On the twenty-fourth day, we each received a new sailor's bag containing all our clothing. Back
at the dock, our ship looked brand new, as if nothing had happened; even the hammocks in the cabins had been replaced with aluminum
beds. With the help of shore steam, we warmed up the boilers, and after the food truck left, we set sail. This
three-day cruise included combat drills almost every watch.
Three days later, we docked at Keelung Port, and the leave of absence began. We all kept quiet about this incident, as
leaks would be court-martialed. As soon as the ship docked, I immediately ran to find Rongrong, only to find my car battery dead from being parked for so long. I had to
run back to the ship to find a generator to start it.
When I arrived at Rongrong's shop, she was angry and ignored me. There was nothing she could do. She was angry and couldn't find Xiao Hei's cousin
, so she drove around Keelung alone. As she drove around, she found a pub with a pretty sign
, so she parked and went inside to spend some money.
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There were only a few cats in the huge bar. Two foreigners who had been sailing were playing "Kammo" on the billiard table! In the darts
area, a foreigner with a middle-aged escort was playing listlessly. The female bartender at the bar was a
very cute girl. I took the opportunity to ask her about her spending and chatted with her. Her name was Xiaojun. She was
the same age as Rongrong and had a more proactive and lively personality than Rongrong. While chatting with her, she said that
it was faster to learn English in this kind of setting. What kind of theory is that? After two more foreign sailors entered, Xiaojun hurried over.
I was drinking beer and watching an MTV playing on TV. The foreigner playing darts came over to challenge me.
The rules of the game were that the winner would get a bottle of beer. This clueless foreigner, seeing how easy I was to bully, had no idea that
I used to practice darts diligently back when I was obsessed with martial arts novels. After the first round, I lost three bottles, but gradually I got the hang of it and
started to fight back. An hour later, I had won a case of beer. The two foreigners who had been playing billiards earlier, not wanting to mess with
me, also put down their cue sticks and challenged me to a game. I wanted to treat them to the beer I won, being a hospitable Chinese person,
but they refused and insisted on paying at the bar. In a three-way game, I started to go easy on them, maintaining a
winning record of two cases of beer each time, until one of them lost all his beer.
Conversing in broken English, which I'd only ever used to teach, I learned they were Bulgarian and worked at Yang Ming Marine Transport Corporation
. Xiaojun was surprised that they'd sent two cases of beer at once. With the help of the middle-aged escort girl translating, we chatted quite happily
.
The girl sitting next to the foreigner wore a cheongsam with a slit up to her hips, which kept drawing my gaze to her lower
body. She was around thirty years old, her face covered in makeup, the marks of time clearly visible on her
. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, but her legs were truly beautiful. Having just experienced sex, I even fantasized
about having sex with her. These kinds of escorts cater specifically to foreigners; in the eyes of many locals, they might carry
sexually transmitted diseases, and their services are generally not accepted. But at that moment, as long as there was a
way, I didn't think about such things.
Just as everyone was slightly tipsy, the foreigner accompanying the woman surprisingly asked me to join him,
on the condition that we split the cost. With the woman translating, I hesitated, but ultimately, driven by patriotism,
I agreed. The four of us asked at several hotels and guesthouses along the way before finally
settling into an old guesthouse that cost 350 NT dollars. My previous notion that foreigners were generous, wealthy, and open-minded vanished from that moment on; it turned out this was
something only seen in Hollywood movies.
I first went to the bathroom to wash off the sweat and stench. When I came out, she had one
penis in her mouth and another inside her vagina – a scene usually only seen in porn, now unfolding before my eyes.
The two foreigners, seeing me, waved for me to join in. Having never encountered anything like this before,
I didn't dare immediately jump in! I began to scan her body with my eyes. Her areolas were dark, her nipples
large and black like grapes. Her slightly protruding belly, now arched, revealed bulges. Her raised legs
had been drawing my gaze from beginning to end, and now I couldn't help but touch them. Her calf muscles
were well-developed, extending to her thighs in a normal proportion. Her feet, clad in high heels, were slightly deformed – the
only flaw in her legs.
The foreigner who had been vigorously thrusting into her vagina probably got tired; he withdrew his penis and helped her into a doggy-style position. Her
everted labia minora were the same color as her areolas, and the eversion was so pronounced that the foreigner had to use his fingers to pry them open
to insert. The penis in her mouth looked limp when erect; no wonder some say big is useless. After the man behind
her ejaculated on her buttocks, the penis in her mouth was immediately withdrawn and inserted into her vagina.
With her mouth free, she grabbed my penis with one hand and began to stroke it, asking, "Should we use a condom
?" I nodded, and she took a condom from under the pillow. While I was being penetrated and moaning, she
helped me put on the condom. Her tongue skills were truly amazing, even better than the average Thai bath girl. Under her
licking and teasing, my penis was already fully erect. The large foreigner would occasionally pull his penis out, and
after several twists and turns, he wanted to switch positions with me. As she took his limp penis into her mouth, I also pried open her labia minora and slowly inserted it.
Perhaps due to the penetration of those two foreigners, her vagina was moderately lubricated, lacking
the awkwardness of a typical prostitute's initial penetration. Her weathered vagina lacked the youthful tightness of Rongrong's and Xiao Hei's cousin's. Just as
I was getting bored, her vagina began to contract and open, like a small mouth swallowing and absorbing,
a different, unusual sensation compared to the tightness of a young woman's vagina.
Just as I was intoxicated by this unusual sensation, a tingling, numbing sensation spread from my glans, followed by spurts of semen
. The trembling of my penis during ejaculation lasted a long, long time, as if trying to expel all the stored, moldy semen.
After ejaculating, I lingered on the feeling of her vaginal contractions, reluctant to withdraw my penis, until the foreigner ejaculated
into her mouth. Only then did the three of us go to the bathroom to shower.
Those two foreigners were quite calculating; the room time wasn't over yet, and they insisted she come again. I felt I shouldn't...
Interesting, sitting next to him watching the live sex show. After the "internal prize" line came up, the two foreigners reluctantly got up and
dressed. They calculated that the three of them plus the room cost 1,616 yuan. The foreigner had calculated every penny clearly.
After saying goodbye to the foreigner, I drove her to Zhongxiao Road. On the way, she took the paper and pen in my car and wrote down her stage name and contact
number. After getting out of the car, I looked at the handwriting she left behind, which read "Lizi".
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The two boxes of wine that were stored were drunk by the teammates on rest after less than one voyage. But they also took
the opportunity to get together with Xiaojun. It takes a lot of effort to deal with two women. As a soldier, I do
n't have much time outside. Now I have to spend my time on the two of them. I don't have time to participate in other tricks
. Before I get together with Xiaojun, everything else can be put aside.
A month later, it was my turn to have a day off. I took the opportunity to try and invite Xiaojun to Alishan, and to my surprise, she readily agreed
. After she agreed, I started planning how to...
Before the holiday, I lied to Rongrong, saying that the ferry was delayed for about a month, and we might not meet again until then. Hearing Rongrong's helpless
reply, I secretly chuckled to myself. I excitedly drove Xiaojun to Chiayi.
After a three-hour drive, we arrived, but several hotels were full, so we finally rented a guesthouse. Xiaojun had insisted on having two rooms
, but we had no choice but to sleep together. I was even happier that the opportunity had come.
I held Xiaojun's hand as we strolled around the Alishan Sacred Tree, and finally kissed her in the sunset.
We were ripped off at the amusement park for dinner, and back in the room, we were both bored and at a loss. The people on the mountain went to bed early.
The mountain nights were cold, and the guesthouse rooms didn't have TVs. Xiaojun found some coffee in her bag, and the two of them
made do, chatting over coffee. While Xiaojun went to the bathroom, I took out the "miracle pill" the nurse had given me and put it in her coffee
. After drinking the coffee, Xiaojun wasn't sleepy at all, making me wonder if the nurse was joking
. Instead, I started to feel sleepy.
It seemed this attempt was futile again. I got up to relieve myself, and when I returned, Xiaojun had fallen asleep. I tried to shake
her, but she didn't wake up. I helped her take off her coat, worried that sleeping in it would make her catch a cold the next day.
After covering her with a blanket, I lay down beside her, carefully watching her adorable sleeping posture. The room with the heater on helped me
fall asleep quickly. In my hazy state, I felt someone breathing on my face. I opened my eyes and saw Xiaojun had turned over and was facing me
. Seeing her delicate little mouth, I kissed her. As I kissed, she opened her mouth to meet my tongue. I quickly
slipped under the covers, embracing her and kissing her passionately. My hands roamed restlessly up and down, until my fingers ached before I finally
unbuttoned Xiaojun's shirt. My hands wandered behind her back, trying to remove her bra, only to find it was a front-opening style.
Her jeans were the last line of defense. Although my hands had already conquered her genitals, she still wouldn't let me
take off her pants. So I had to use my fingers to attack her clitoris. My fingers were starting to ache, and my jeans were only down
to her knees with her legs tightly pressed together. My penis was painfully erect. Suddenly, I thought of a new position. I flipped Xiaojun over and secretly
attacked her from behind.
When my penis thrust in with all my might, Xiaojun, seeing that the situation was hopeless, gradually cooperated with me.
The foreplay with my fingers filled her vagina with secretions, and my penis easily began to thrust in and out. This position didn't
last long before I felt the jeans hanging down to my knees getting in the way, so I pulled out my penis and stopped moving to take off Xiaojun's jeans.
At that moment, the tight jeans were easily pulled off by Xiaojun and thrown under the bed. Before I could even lie down, she had already wrapped her limbs
around me, and she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, making "Mmm~~! Mmm~~~~!" sounds.
Xiaojun used her hand to guide my penis towards her vagina, and as soon as it slid in, she began to sway her hips to match mine. I
slowly rubbed, trying to use the methods described in erotic books to rub her clitoris. Xiaojun began to moan softly, and fearing
her cries would carry outside, I quickly covered her mouth. Xiaojun seemed very impatient, writhing, and I increased my speed,
thrusting and pounding. Gradually, her moans became more and more wanton, and outside, the landlord seemed to have gotten up, with
the sound of rustling footsteps. Xiaojun didn't seem to notice, so I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, hoping
to satisfy her needs quickly.
Since I'd already achieved my goal, I could find another opportunity back in Keelung. After about a hundred thrusts, my penis
loosened, throbbing uncontrollably, and a torrent of semen rushed deep into Xiaojun's vagina.
After embracing for a while, Xiaojun staggered to her feet, grabbed some tissues from her bag, covered her vulva, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and put it in my
mouth. I lay there, a cigarette dangling from my lips. Suddenly, she blurted out, "Don't worry! I'll make you take responsibility!"
I thought to myself, how could she be so strong? Unlike Rongrong, who was crying and sniffling afterward. After she
finished speaking, I froze. Less than three minutes later, she buried her face in my chest and began to cry. In this state, she repeated
every word she'd said to Rongrong. It wasn't until the landlord knocked on the door to wake us to watch the sunrise that she finally picked up her bag and
went to the bathroom to wash up.
We walked to the station to take the small train to Zhushan. After watching the sunrise and visiting the stone monkeys, we drove back to Keelung.
On the way back, Xiaojun leaned on me like a little bird.
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After returning to Keelung, I rented a room in a hotel. Xiaojun and I spent the last two days of our shift almost naked
. Apart from going out to buy things and snacks, we spent the rest of the time making love and sleeping. Before returning to the ship to finish our leave,
we had a big, exciting time, doing all the positions we had seen in porn.
After returning to the ship, my legs felt light and I slipped on the gangway and was
teased by the people who saw me: "You've been doing too much and your legs are weak?" After handing over the work of the mess committee, I resumed my normal shift. Now I'm back to normal work
, taking the shifts of the engine team. The monotonous life at sea was spent on duty and sleeping.
Recently, there has been an increasing trend of illegal fishing boats smuggling people to Taiwan from the west coast.
The delays caused by these boats often extend our missions, resulting in the loss of our holiday leave. Therefore, our
attitude towards these illegal fishing boats is…
Let me first explain the history of mainland Chinese smuggling to Taiwan: In 1983, the New Taiwan Dollar appreciated
significantly, which also signified the takeoff of Taiwan's economy. People from Southeast Asia and Sri Lanka, among other countries, successively came to Taiwan.
When these people were using tourism as a pretext for working, there was no established Employment Service Law. Generally speaking, it was a language or communication
issue, so some quick-thinking smugglers shifted their focus to mainland China, where the language was the same. Initially, the smugglers
used the wooden and iron-hulled boats often mentioned in the news, and the cross-strait communication agencies initially
used captured fishing boats for repatriation. It wasn't until after the problems arose that they switched to using the Chinese-made
"smiling" boats.
Two days ago, while assisting in the rescue and salvage operation for a pilot who crashed off the coast of Houlong, Miaoli
, and just as we were about to return to Keelung Port, we received an urgent request from the Seventh Special Police to assist in driving away fishing
boats attempting to smuggle people from the Xiangshan and Xinpu areas of Hsinchu. Seeing hundreds of fishing boats surrounding the coast and the lights of the Hsinchu shore, everyone was eager to
return to port as quickly as possible. Whenever we caught a pirate fishing boat carrying smuggled goods or people,
we would beat them severely. Life at sea was a constant struggle for survival, a constant cycle of arresting and beating people.
Just as we were all caught up in this excitement, tragedy struck. Our so-called "veteran," the weapons officer
, when the captain ordered the interception of a fishing boat, the Min XXX, fired his 50mm machine gun at the side of the fishing boat. As the ship
was hit by waves, the machine gun continued to fire at the fishing boat's bridge. The fishing boat, which had been dodging us
, suddenly stopped firing, and all the crew members stood on the deck with their hands raised. Our damage control team, under the cover of the Marines
, boarded the fishing boat. As the communications officer, I followed the damage control sergeant to the bridge.
Seeing the horrific scene on the bridge, I almost vomited my lunch: one man's body had been ripped
in two by machine gun fire, his intestines spilling onto the floor; another's head had been severed, half of his white brain matter splattered on the bridge
wall, leaving only one man clutching his abdomen and groaning in agony. The medics who had been called in trembled as they provided first aid to the survivors. Haiou
arrived thirty minutes later, hoisted the wounded and injured, and with the help of a naval officer and a squad of Marines, steered
the fishing boat towards Tamsui. After waiting offshore for the 7th Marine to bring back the crew, we returned to Keelung Harbor, but
the veteran never appeared until we docked.
Upon returning to port, the veteran and the captain were summoned to the fleet headquarters to report, and some personnel from the ship came aboard to inquire about the situation
and take statements. We all blamed the incident on the wave, and the only survivor died in the hospital
. After this incident, we were transferred to the Su'ao Chung Cheng Naval Base. Xiaojun and Rongrong could only communicate by phone
, and I took this opportunity to rest, avoiding the hassle of being caught between the two women. During my holiday in Su'ao,
I was too lazy to go out, as it was a half-hour walk to the base gate, so
I only had a chance to visit Luodong on Sundays.
One day, while aimlessly strolling the streets of Luodong, I met a junior from the Luodong Coastal Defense Department. Under his
guidance, I met Tingting, a brothel owner. Seeing all the older-looking prostitutes in the shop, 26-year-old Tingting
stood out. Her slightly protruding belly from lack of exercise didn't detract from her beauty.
Entering her room under her guidance, the fifteen-minute intervals really had a psychological impact. Even after undressing,
my penis still didn't feel aroused despite Tingting's gentle touch.
"Little brother, come on! Relax, don't be nervous," Tingting said with a smile, then got up and began
sucking on my penis. Her plump, white buttocks swayed before my eyes.
While I was studying Tingting's large vulva, my penis was already aroused by her skillful tongue. She
timed it perfectly, asking if I wanted a condom before expertly putting it on. Perhaps due to her
large clientele, her vaginal lubrication was sparse, making insertion difficult. After a few strokes, Tingting lost interest in having me
on top, so she rolled over, applied some saliva, and inserted easily.
After a few dozen thrusts, she suddenly stopped, checked the condom, and found it was torn without my noticing, so she
simply didn't bother with it. Tingting stopped me from using saliva as lubricant, took out a tube of Vaseline, and squeezed out a bunch.
She cried out in distress, "This costs over three hundred yuan!"
"I'll just buy you a tube!"
This time, insertion was smooth, and she professionally moaned while simultaneously contracting her vaginal muscles.
Ever since Lizi showed me her skills last time, I've been obsessed with her, and now Tingting's skills are just as good. She
tightens her vagina when I thrust in and out, relaxing at my hardest points, which is why I ejaculated in less than thirty thrusts
. Tingting brought out a basin of water to wash me, teasing me all the while! "Oh my! Little brother
!
How long have you been holding it in? It's all over my thighs."
Looking closely, my semen was indeed flowing from her vagina. Still wanting more, I asked her to do it again
, and after she finished washing me, she gave me a blowjob. This time, there wasn't much thrusting; Tingting
simply straddled my stomach, inserted my penis, and guided my hand to caress her full breasts. With her
skillful vaginal contractions, I ejaculated again in less than ten minutes. She smiled and accompanied me as I
came out, and soon after, she turned and led another guest into the room.
After paying the madam for three sessions, I went to the seafood shop with my junior, satisfied.
When the ship was docked in Su'ao, I would go to Tingting's place to relax and clear out my inventory whenever I had a day off.
Anyway, each session was only 500 yuan, which was cheaper than a Thai bath of 1,800 yuan. However,
I had to swallow tetracycline hydrochloride every time I did it, which was quite bad for my stomach.
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After we retrieved a rotting and smelly corpse during a patrol voyage, it seemed that we were transferred back to Keelung under the protection of the dead . The previous crew member was criticized to the point of being humiliated at the veterans' meeting, 　　and I was reinstated as a crew member
by a show of hands from the engine room brothers .
Only when the squad leader asked me helplessly if any mid-level staff member was capable of
replacing me on port duty did he reluctantly
agree. He recommended a marine engineering student from Tamkang University who could help me, but actually, he wanted an excuse to slip away during port calls. He and I were on the same shift, and
I had good theoretical knowledge and experience in handling situations. This helper was also theoretically sound, but lacked experience in dealing with emergencies
. Ultimately, we swapped roles, with one of us having to remain on standby on the ship, and I took on the work of the cook committee again.
I also took this opportunity to reach an agreement with Rongrong and Xiaojun: as long as each of them worked one day during port calls, I wouldn't have to...
Every day, we had to time our trips precisely.
Lately, it seems the navy has been experiencing frequent incidents. During one emergency recall of our sister ship, 834,
to refuel and resupply, we witnessed the tragedy of 834. Four hours after we finished resupplying
, amidst everyone's cursing, we cast off, followed by 834, which was tasked with escorting
fishing boats carrying illegal immigrants to Kinmen for repatriation to the mainland. 834 followed closely behind, maintaining a certain distance from the harbor as is typical for ships. This
time, however, the atmosphere was strange. Shortly after leaving the Keelung harbor breakwater, a huge wave swept past. Standing on the aft deck,
checking supplies at the welfare center, we witnessed 834's sharp bow suddenly slice off the deep-draft fishing boat full of repatriated illegal immigrants
. All the crew on deck fell into the water, and the boat immediately broke in two and sank rapidly. The ocean currents outside Keelung Harbor
hampered our rescue efforts. Soon after, the 7th Security Service vessel and minesweepers arrived to join the rescue operation
, and fishing boats from Badouzi Harbor also began to arrive to help. After a period of fruitless rescue efforts, seeing
the increasing number of support vessels, the captain ordered a mission to be carried out. Only after returning to port did we learn from the newspapers that many people had died.
While docked alongside the 834 ship, just like when we first boarded and our ship collided with and sank a fishing boat in Magong, the maritime
court prosecutor was busy questioning and taking statements on the 834. Because the ship was still entering and leaving port, everyone on board
had to be questioned. At the same time, one of our new recruits, while on the phone, hailed a taxi and went straight to
the office of DPP legislator Chen Shui-bian, accusing someone on board of abusing new recruits. We were also investigated as a result. After
the investigation was completed, the relevant personnel were detained and given demerits, and we were sent to Su'ao.
My cousin, Xiao Hei, whom I hadn't heard from in a long time, suddenly appeared; she had gone to a teahouse in Wanhua to work as a hostess. One
weekend, I found four teammates who were interested in sex and drove straight to Wanhua.
Thanks to one of my teammates' previous job as a taxi driver before enlisting in the military, the journey from Su'ao to Taipei took an hour and twenty minutes, during which one of them even
got out to vomit. Everyone was terrified on that trip.
When we arrived, Xiao Hei's cousin brought a bunch of "sisters" to provide free escorts. We
hugged and groped the girls as they came, trying to get our money's worth. After a round of sex, some couldn't resist and went to a private room.
I hugged Xiao Hei's cousin, hinting that I wanted to too, but she explained that she was on her period and it wasn't convenient
. While I was secretly watching, she suddenly left and returned with a tall, slender mountain girl:
"I'm not feeling well today, so how about my cousin Yin Yin takes my place?"
I was thinking, but couldn't bring myself to say it, so I just pretended to be reluctant and followed Yin Yin to the private room. Before entering the room,
I turned back to give Xiao Hei's cousin a mournful look, secretly pleased with myself. She 　　lowered 　　her head
reluctantly 　　when I looked at her 　　like that .
**************** 　　... Yinyin's saliva soaked my 　　penis, making a "squeak! squeak!" sound as she sucked on it. I helped her up and stroked her firm 　　breasts, so different from Rongrong's and Xiaojun's soft, mochi-like breasts. Her well-built body and 　　bronze skin made me want to lean down and kiss her, but the thought of all the saliva she had shed 　　vanished immediately. 　　I laid her on the bed with her ankles raised and slowly inserted my penis into her beautiful vagina. Her 　　vagina, like that of a virgin, tightly enveloped my penis, and she exuded a unique indigenous scent. I thrust slowly 　　, and she kept her lips tightly closed, not daring to moan. I deliberately thrust slowly, admiring her shy appearance. 　　After a careful look, the only flaw was her feet. Perhaps because she grew up barefoot in the mountains, 　　her feet were large and flat. After licking Yinyin's entire body with my eyes, I began to thrust into her faster. 　　The professional moans of the woman next door drifted over, while Yin Yin remained tightly lips-closed, breathing rapidly. 　　Under my relentless thrusting, she slightly opened her mouth, panting. Usually, I was aroused by these professional moans, 　　but with Yin Yin forcing herself not to moan, I couldn't quite manage it. 　　After changing positions a few times, Yin Yin gripped the sheets tightly, trying to resist being too wanton, and I began 　　to feel tired. I lifted her up and lay her down. At first, she was shy and unsure how to move, but 　　after I tried lifting my hips and guiding her with my hands, Yin Yin started to get into it. 　　She, who had been forcing herself not to moan, was now rapidly twisting her body and accelerating her hip movements. As she got into it, I gradually 　　felt a tingling sensation in my glans. After I ejaculated, she unconsciously continued to stroke my penis. I let her continue 　　, and soon she let out a soft "Ooh!" and collapsed onto my chest, panting heavily. 　　She clumsily brought out water to help me wash up; she looked like she had just been in the sea. 　　After I finished dressing and returned to my seat, Xiao Hei's cousin kept her head down and remained silent. I teased her for a while before she gradually smiled. 　　We went to the night market for supper at 12 o'clock, and the four of us went to the hotel to get a room to sleep. Xiao Hei's cousin followed 　　me to a room, and she even used her mouth to help me come again before snuggling into my arms and falling asleep. This was the last 　　time I was with her; after that, I never saw her again. Later, I heard that she went to sing in a pub. 　　An Unrecorded War (12) 　　People who have never experienced seasickness will never know the pain of seasickness. Only those who have experienced seasickness can appreciate 　　the greatness of the navy. I should also make some sense of this now. After breaking 100, I started to be exempt from docking. As a port duty officer and a member 　　of the crew, whenever the ship docked, it was my day off. I was also able to handle Rongrong and Xiaojun very well. 　　However, our good fortune didn't last long. Just as we were about to move to Zuoying for a month of "intensive training," Xiaojun 　　promised to see me off, and she invited her best friend to accompany her.

Just after I excitedly went to the appointment, I truly felt a shock for the first time. Xiaojun's closest
friend turned out to be Rongrong. Of course, the meal was off; their boyfriends, whom they talked about all the time, were the same
person. After they each threw a glass of water at me, I watched them leave.
Standing at the bow of the ship, feeling the sea breeze, the ship headed south towards Taiwan. I, who had always been carefree, actually started to have
some regrets. As soon as we docked at the Mercury Pier in Zuoying Port, I borrowed a bicycle from a clerk and rushed to "Four Seas One Family
." I called both of them, trying to see if I could win one of them back. When they hung up as soon as they heard my voice
, I knew it was over.
During my time in Zuoying, I avoided things as much as possible, and whenever I went out, it was to go out drinking with my teammates. In this
short month, I even managed to hook up with a girl from a bubble tea shop on the main street of Zuoying, but it also made me
shave my pubic hair. I even got infected with pubic lice, commonly known as "eight-legged lice," from this girl.
After completing my training, the ship sailed to Magong for garrison duty. I went to visit a beautiful woman I knew from Fenggui, but she was already
married. During my last month in the navy, I drank almost every day; my locker was emptied to
store ginseng and antler wine. Those who have served in the navy know that few can drink while sailing;
I never experienced seasickness from boarding until my discharge. I got drunk for the first time in my life at the farewell party hosted by the 87 officers and soldiers on board. In the navy, deck crew
and hold crews are almost always at odds. I think no one else but me would host a banquet for my discharge from each squadron.
After drinking in Magong, my colleagues dragged me from the officers' quarters to the stern.
With a splitting headache, I helped my ship cast off for the last time. Watching
the ship where I had lived for a year and six months sail away from the Penghu Cetian Island naval base, I packed my bags, looked at my discharge order, and remembered
a line from Fang Fang's short play: "Dear Dad, I'm back!"
[The End]

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