【The Devil's Cave in the No Man's Land of Hoh Xil (Part 8)】【Author: Lu Liangzhu】【To be continued】

Zhang Hongchuan recounted this in one breath, his entire body seemingly paralyzed. He drank several more glasses of wine before continuing, "I only found out about all this on the third day after my exam. Looking at my girlfriend, bewildered and weeping, I grabbed a cleaver from the kitchen without a word and went out. That guy deserved his comeuppance; I'd just stepped out of the kitchen when I saw him riding his bicycle triumphantly into the gate. Without thinking, I brandished the cleaver and pounced on him, one slash, two slashes, three slashes… In my rage, I don't know how many times I stabbed him. But it happened to be during working hours, and when the people from the bureau saw it, they swarmed around. Afterwards, they told me I stabbed that bastard six times, but none of them were fatal. Naturally, I…" I was taken to the police station, where they asked me why I had attacked someone. I explained the whole story clearly. But to my utter surprise, during the investigation, my girlfriend admitted that she was dating the bureau chief's son and claimed she had never had any contact with me. The bureau chief, eager for revenge, tried every means to get me sentenced. However, my family pulled many strings, and in the end, I was only detained for half a month. Since this had happened, I couldn't go back to the Education Bureau, and in a fit of anger, I didn't want to work for any other unit. From then on, I started doing some business. Over the years, as long as it wasn't illegal, I did everything, though I suffered a lot and endured many hardships. "I committed a minor offense. But I did manage to save some money. Until three years ago, I came back to Northwest City for a trip, hoping to catch up with you classmates. I didn't find a single one, but I did meet a gold miner. I learned a bit about gold mining, and that sparked my interest. After researching the market, I found it to be a very lucrative business. So, after returning to Sichuan, I closed all my businesses, and the following year, right after the New Year, I led a group back to Northwest City to dig for gold in the Hoh Xil region. I've been doing this for three years. Just last month, I closed up shop and returned to Northwest City, planning to go back to my hometown for the New Year and wait until next year, when I happened to run into you." — Zhang Hong Chuan regained his composure, raised his glass, and said, "Come on, old classmate, let's drink to our reunion today." "Okay. Thank you for remembering me, old classmate." After finishing his drink, Ma Xining suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "So where is your home now?" "Home?!" Zhang Hongchuan's face darkened again, but then he suddenly laughed, "Ever since that incident, I swore I would never find a wife again in my life. The ancients were right, only petty people and women are hard to deal with. In today's society, whether you're married or not doesn't really matter." "But if a man leaves a woman, it's really a bit..." Ma Xining stammered, not finishing his sentence. "Hey, women. I say, Xiao Ningzi, why are you still so closed-minded? I only said I don't want a wife, not that I won't find women. Nowadays, as long as you have money, you can have any kind of woman you want. Look at me, when have I ever lacked women?! Women are like clothes for men, wear them when you want, throw them away when you want. Never take them too seriously." Zhang Hongchuan's words left Ma Xining feeling uneasy, but he couldn't openly refute them, so he asked indirectly, "So, you think the same way about that girl you met at noon?" "Of course." Zhang Hongchuan was a little puzzled by Ma Xining's question: "Her name is Yan Liqian. Don't be fooled by her fashionable, city-dressed appearance. Actually, she's a genuine country bumpkin. I met her two years ago at a small karaoke bar. At the time, she had just come from the countryside and was looking for a boss to deflower her. I was thrilled when I heard that. Ever since I impulsively decided to wait until my wedding night, not only did I get taken advantage of, but I also lost my virginity. So, I swore that as long as I have the chance, I'll take as many virgins as possible. At first, I thought she was pretty good-looking..." I expected her to ask for a hefty virginity fee, but she hesitated for a long time before finally saying she wanted three or four thousand yuan. Without a word, I slammed ten thousand yuan on the table, demanding she come to a hotel with me immediately. I told her that if she was truly a virgin, the ten thousand yuan was all hers, but if she was trying to scam me, she wouldn't get a single penny. Surprisingly, she actually went to the hotel with me. Guess what? After she took off her clothes and got into bed, she saw me naked and trembled with fear. Before I could even get on the bed, she jumped up and tried to run away. Having learned my lesson before, I wasn't going to hold back this time. I grabbed her and slapped her bare buttocks twice, telling her that if she was going to sell herself, she should know the rules. She was stunned, letting me do whatever I wanted without uttering a sound. I showed no mercy, gripping my penis and spreading it open... The needle slipped into her small hole, causing her to tremble with pain, but she didn't dare cry out. Afterwards, I discovered she was a virgin. The next day, when I left, she followed me without a word, wherever I went. No matter how much I cursed or hit her, she was determined to stay with me. I thought, "Isn't this going to cause trouble?" I quickly found the owner of the karaoke bar, who had to hire several young men to get her back. Apparently, after returning, she refused to work as a hostess, only accepting unadorned seats. This enraged the owner. One night, he brought several young men and locked her in a room. They stripped her naked, pinned her to the ground, and the owner began raping her. Then he beat her with a belt until she couldn't even stand. The next day, after hearing about this, I thought... That boss was a total bastard. So, I gathered a few dozen gold diggers, smashed the karaoke bar to pieces, took her out, and sent her to the hospital for half a month. Only after she recovered did I get someone to drive her back to her hometown. Who knew, the winter before last, I ran into her again at a nightclub in the northwest city after returning from gold mining. This time, she was completely different. Although she still rarely spoke, her skills in bed were top-notch, and she wanted to be devoted to me again. I figured I'd find women every day anyway, so I let her come. But we had three rules: First, our relationship was purely transactional; second, she couldn't interfere in my affairs, especially my relationships with other women; third, while doing business with me, she absolutely couldn't take on business with other men. Unbeknownst to him, the meal had already lasted two or three hours. For a moment, Ma Xining couldn't quite describe his impression of Zhang Hongchuan. Sometimes he felt he was a victim, deserving of sympathy; other times, he thought he was a scoundrel, deserving of contempt; still other times, he saw him as a successful man, someone he should learn from. But at least one thing he knew was that Zhang Hongchuan was now wealthy, and he needed his help and wanted to rely on him. He raised his glass again, speaking with utmost sincerity: "Old classmate, this glass is on behalf of my entire family of three. You know my situation; please, for the sake of our old friendship, help me out and show me a way to make money." "Alright, I'll drink." Zhang Hongchuan picked up his glass, seemingly having planned this all along: "Tell me, how can I help you? If you want to start a business, I can lend you some capital. If you want to mine gold, I'm willing to take you with me; you don't need to put up any capital, just look after things for me there." "Because next year I want to bring more people in, build more sheds, and dig more nests. As long as you're willing, I absolutely won't treat you unfairly. What do you think?" "I..." Ma Xining was at a loss for words. He really didn't know how to face this sudden good news. For a moment, he was so excited that he couldn't even speak. "How about this? Going to Hoh Xil isn't something everyone is willing to do. You should go back and discuss it with your family first. Whether you do business or cooperate with me, I'll help you. I'm going back to my hometown in Sichuan for the New Year tomorrow. I'll come find you as soon as I get back." Zhang Hongchuan added, thinking that Ma Xining was hesitant to express his opinion. These words reminded Ma Xining, who was overwhelmed with joy, that such a big decision required his wife's consent. So, he quickly and gratefully said to Zhang Hongchuan, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. After we get back, we'll definitely discuss it carefully and make a decision. Then we'll report back to you." "Hey. Report my ass." "Just let me know when you've made up your mind. We're old classmates, no need for formalities or bureaucratic talk." Zhang Hongchuan said, then pulled a wad of cash from his pocket: "Here, take this, it's five thousand yuan, a small token of my appreciation, a New Year's greeting to your whole family." "No, no!" Ma Xining hurriedly stood up, waving his hands in refusal. "This won't do. We'll have many more requests to ask of you in the future; we should be the ones wishing you a Happy New Year." "Take it. Money is something you can't take with you when you die, don't take it too seriously. Consider it my New Year's money for the kids. Don't look so gloomy anymore, have a happy and lively New Year." Zhang Hongchuan forcefully stuffed the money into Ma Xining's hand and picked up his wine glass. "Thank you..." Ma Xining never expected that at the lowest point in his life...Such an extraordinary encounter, such care received, overwhelmed him with emotion, and he was moved to tears. … Zhang Hongchuan left by plane the next day. Ma Xining and his family made an exception and took a taxi to the airport to see him off. After returning home, the couple discussed it carefully and repeatedly, and finally decided that doing business with no capital was the safest option, that is, Ma Xining and Zhang Hongchuan would go to Hoh Xil to dig for gold. Chapter Two: The Magic of Gold Chinese people have always been busy at both ends of the year. Before the New Year, they are busy returning home for the Spring Festival, and after the New Year, they are busy going out to make money. It seems that all the busyness of the year is only for the Spring Festival. Sure enough, the lively atmosphere of the Spring Festival has not yet dissipated, and some people who are going to travel far away have already set off impatiently; those who have not yet left are also starting to prepare, looking eager to try; and those who are not going far away are also making preparations according to their plans for the coming year. Ma Xining felt utterly lost, unsure of what he should do next. He had originally planned to wholeheartedly follow Zhang Hongchuan to make a fortune, but Zhang Hongchuan had vanished without a trace since their breakup. It was already past the first month of the lunar calendar, and all the gold-digging bosses he knew were busily recruiting, acquiring equipment, and gearing up for the raids. But Zhang Hongchuan remained like a stone thrown into the sea. He had dialed his cell phone countless times these past few days, but day or night, the only response was the same telemarketer's voice: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later." "Screw you." Ma Xining slammed the phone down again, plopped down on the sofa, and started chain-smoking. "Hey, I said you do absolutely nothing all day, just stay home and don't even cook." A series of clattering sounds, mixed with his wife's complaints, pulled Ma Xining back to reality from his reverie. He realized that his wife had returned from get off work sometime earlier than he expected. He thought he had been so flustered that he had even forgotten to cook. He intended to explain and apologize to his wife, but the words stuck in his throat. Since his workplace dissolved last year, this grown man had been reduced to being a domestic helper, his daily tasks consisting of grocery shopping, cooking, sweeping, and boiling water. The previous harmonious relationship between husband and wife had abruptly changed, with the wife now dominating the husband's tasks. As a man, he had fallen into a pitiful state of having energy but nowhere to use it; this pent-up frustration was driving him crazy. He had thought this situation would change after the Spring Festival, and he could be a respectable man again, but Zhang Hongchuan had vanished without a trace, ruining his plans. "Hey." "I'm telling you, stop staying home all day. Why don't you go out and look around, see if there's any suitable small business you can do? Are you just going to sit here like an idiot forever if Zhang Hongchuan doesn't come? The kids need to register for school soon, and I don't even know how much the tuition will be this semester. The food, drink, and other necessities for this family of three will cost at least a thousand yuan a month. What can my meager salary possibly cover?" His wife's words filled Ma Xining with both anger and anxiety. He was angry that he was so incompetent as to not even be able to earn enough for his child's tuition, and anxious because he had absolutely no idea what to do. His wife's nagging still echoed in his ears. "Enough! Enough!" Ma Xining shouted in exasperation. "What's wrong? Can't I even say a few words to you?!" His wife stormed out of the kitchen, yelling, "Ma Xining, let me tell you! You're a grown man, always at home, while I, a woman, have to get up early and work late every day. And now my workplace is so strict; even being a minute late or leaving early results in a fine. Every day after work, I rush home to take care of the two of us, inside and out. Tell me, what have I done to wrong you…?" Ma Xining was already in deep pain, and his wife's words deeply wounded his pride. He stood up, unable to contain himself any longer, and shouted, "It's my fault! It's my fault! I'm useless! Do whatever you want!" With that, he flung open the door and stormed out. "Ma Xining, listen to me! If you have the guts, don't come back!" "His wife chased him to the door, finished speaking, and then went back into the room, bursting into tears. Hearing his wife's cries from the stairwell, Ma Xining felt even more distraught and wanted to cry himself, but he gritted his teeth and rushed downstairs. February in the Northwest City was bitterly cold, the harsh winter still lingering. As soon as he stepped out of the stairwell, his bare body shivered, instinctively shrinking back, but then he reluctantly forced himself to continue outside. He didn't know where to go, but to warm himself, he walked quickly and aimlessly down a small alley. After walking for a short while, he felt as if his entire body had frozen solid, his teeth chattering from the cold. He quickly pulled open the cotton curtain of a small restaurant by the roadside and went inside." This was a Chinese restaurant, not very large, but clean and tidy. A large stove sat in the center of the room, a teapot steaming on it. There weren't many people eating lunch at this time, and he sat down at an empty seat near the stove. A waiter in a white hat immediately poured him a cup of hot tea. He hurriedly took the cup with both hands, ready to take a few sips to warm his stomach, when he suddenly heard someone calling him loudly. "Hey. Isn't that Ma Xining? Oh, it's been so long! Come sit down, let's sit together." Ma Xining recognized the voice and looked around. It was his former colleague, Hu Zonggang. Although Hu Zonggang was short and unremarkable, he was quite famous in the local community. Years ago, he had single-handedly killed several people in a fight. For this, he was sentenced to three years in prison. After his release, the two met a few times, but they didn't have much of a relationship or contact. Ma Xining himself didn't want to associate too much with such a person, fearing it would implicate him and damage his reputation. Unexpectedly, he ran into him here today. "Oh. It's Lao Hu. You're eating here too." Ma Xining greeted him politely, but didn't move. "I just got here a little while ago. The dishes have just been served. Come, come, sit down and eat with me. We can chat." Hu Zonggang stood up and invited him again. "Hmm... then I'll have to accept." Ma Xining didn't insist. He saw that the other man looked wealthy, and considering that his current situation wasn't as good as before, why offend him? Although he didn't want to get close to such a person, he didn't want to make an enemy of him either. "I heard the company went bankrupt. What are you doing now?" After he sat down, Hu Zonggang poured him a drink and asked casually. "Well..." Hu Zonggang's words hit Ma Xining's sore spot, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he said, "It's tough in any industry these days. I think I'll see how things go. What about you? What are you busy with these days?" "I'm not as educated as you, I can only make a living with my physical strength. It's just small-scale work, just enough to get by. Come on, let's not talk about this, let's drink." For some reason, Hu Zonggang deliberately changed the subject, unwilling to talk about himself in depth. "Okay, then I'll take this opportunity to wish you a Happy New Year." The two of them started drinking one cup after another, and the conversation gradually became more and more lively. Before long, Ma Xining, who couldn't hold his liquor, was flushed and his emotions were running high. "Do you know about gold mining?" Ma Xining's sudden question startled Hu Zonggang. "Why are you asking about this?" "Oh, I...I have a relative who wants to go gold mining, and he asked me to inquire about the market. Don't be offended, but somehow I ended up..." Ma Xining was a little flustered, realizing his slip of the tongue as soon as he spoke, and quickly tried to cover it up, afraid that the other party would see through his thoughts. "Oh. You want to inquire about the market." Hu Zonggang was relieved. "Let me tell you, gold mining is like a damn drug addiction. Either don't get involved, or once you're hooked, you can't get rid of it." "How could that be?" Ma Xining was puzzled. "Of course, it's for the damn money." "For money?" Ma Xining thought about it for a long time but still couldn't understand. "Okay, let me tell you about someone and you'll understand. You've heard of Yang Qianwan from Xionghua, right?" Hu Zonggang suddenly seemed interested. "I've heard of him. They say he's incredibly wealthy, probably the richest man in Northwest City." "More than just the richest man in Northwest City, there aren't many people as rich as him nationwide. But do you know where he got all that money?""Asian Chinese Subtitles Uncensored Zone 1 Zone 2 Zone 3 Group>?" Hu Zonggang's eyes gleamed with greed as he kept the question a secret. "I don't know. It couldn't have been robbed, could it?" "Robbed? He makes money faster than his mother robs a bank." "No way. There's no such thing as a free lunch." "See, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you. He used to be a genuine farmer from Xionghua County. Five years ago, he started digging for gold in Hoh Xil. He made over 100,000 yuan in the first year; so he went again the second year, but not only did he not make any money, he lost hundreds of thousands; he didn't give up, so he went again the third year, and lost again; when he wanted to go again the fourth year, he didn't even have the capital. He had borrowed from all the relatives and friends he could, and he hadn't even paid back the principal, so how could he ask for a new loan?" Finally, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and sell most of his house, scraping together some more money. He dared not lead so many people like he had the previous two years, only taking a dozen or so workers with him. Unexpectedly, it seemed his ancestors had accumulated some good karma, for his luck suddenly turned around. The first two months weren't great, but one afternoon, near the end of the workday, a worker suddenly struck the edge of a gold-bearing area. Although the gold content wasn't high, it was very even. The old man, based on his experience, knew good fortune had arrived and hurriedly ordered more food and wine. At the time, those clueless young men were still too naive to understand what was happening. Normally, the food was only good during holidays, and they didn't know why the boss was being so generous that day. Only the old man understood. He barely slept a wink that night, calling the young men to start work before dawn. Sure enough, from that day on, his daily income was at least 80,000 to 100,000 yuan. But apart from him and his workers, nobody knew about it until last year, when he finished mining that gold belt, bought houses and cars for each of his gold miners in this northwestern city, and distributed a lot of money among them. Only then did others find out what had happened.” Ma Xining listened as if to a myth, and it wasn’t until Hu Zonggang finished speaking that he came to his senses. “Come on, let’s continue drinking. This gold mining business could go on for three days and three nights. In short, it’s like magic; even the poorest beggar in the world could become a millionaire or a multi-millionaire overnight. That’s why so many people in this world are willing to take the risk. They all know that as long as they dig for gold, there is hope and opportunity to make a fortune.” The lunch lasted for over an hour, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious thanks to the topic of gold mining. Looking back, Ma Xining always felt that Hu Zonggang seemed somewhat evasive, secretive, and evasive in his speech, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it; he just felt something was off about him. At the time, however, under the immense allure of gold, he hadn't seriously considered it at all. As they parted, Hu Zonggang gave him a lewd wink, feigning mystery."If you want to go gold mining, don't forget to tell him to have fun now. This trip will take at least half a year. Aside from the fact that wild animals are female, you won't find a woman to have some fun with, even if you give him 100,000 or 200,000. It's a no-man's land, so you'll have to solve any problems yourself. If you don't hurry now, it'll be too late to regret it later." The Ma Xining who walked out of the dining room was completely different from the Ma Xining who had just entered. All his pain, troubles, and worries had been washed away by Hu Zonggang's nonsense. In its place was the enormous temptation of gold and the fantasy and hope of becoming a millionaire or even a multi-millionaire, burning like a raging fire in his heart. He slipped into a small grocery store with a "Public Telephone" sign and dialed the Arabic numerals he knew by heart once more. Thankfully, this time he didn't hear the computer service prompts, but instead heard Zhang Hongchuan's familiar voice that he had been waiting for: "Hello, is this Ningzi?" "Yes, it's me," Ma Xining replied hurriedly, his eyes welling up with tears. “Ningzi, I just got back from my trip and was just about to call you. I’ve already bought my plane ticket to Xining for the Lantern Festival. Could you help me find a hotel in the next couple of days, book a suite, and also arrange to rent a nice car? We’ll go to Ta’er Monastery to see the butter sculpture festival that night.” “Okay, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” “Alright, that’s all then, goodbye.” “Goodbye!” With a “click,” Zhang Hongchuan hung up the phone. An excited Ma Xining also put down his phone and turned to run outside, but before he even left, he heard someone shout behind him, “Phone bill! Phone bill…” He then realized he hadn’t paid, so he quickly took out five yuan and put it on the counter: “Is this enough?” “Yes, yes. It’s three yuan and two jiao in total, I’ll give you one yuan and eight jiao in change.” “Keep the change.” Ma Xining said generously, and walked out of the shop under the shopkeeper’s astonished gaze. As soon as he stepped onto the street, he felt the same pleasant feeling as before, and the surrounding scenery was so pleasing to the eye. He strolled forward, oblivious to the still-whistling wind. With light steps, he browsed with interest the colorful and varied shop signs lining the street. Suddenly, the words "Thai Massage" on the sign of a luxuriously decorated and impressive beauty salon caught his eye. After contacting Zhang Hongchuan, his gold rush seemed inevitable, and Hu Zonggang's advice echoed in his ears. At this moment, Ma Xining's sensitivity and desire for "massage" grew stronger; that excitement immediately surged within him. He couldn't help but recall the Miss Huang who had given him that massage, and the novel, thrilling feeling. He thought: Whatever, I'm about to go to the no-man's-land to make big money. This trip would take several months, so he figured he might as well enjoy himself first. Besides, he didn't know anything about Thai massage. He was about to become a millionaire, and if he didn't experience it now, he'd be laughed at by his friends for being a "clumsy person" (a Qinghai dialect term for someone who's never seen the world). Having made up his mind, Ma Xining pushed open the door without hesitation. Several young women who were idly sitting on the sofa waiting for customers immediately got up to greet him. "Sir, would you like a shampoo or a massage?" Ma Xining's purpose was a massage, specifically a Thai massage. But since his previous experience, he had naturally associated massage with sex. Therefore, seeing so many women surrounding him, he was too embarrassed to directly ask for a massage. He thought he'd just get a shampoo first and see if he had the chance later. So, he casually said, "Let me get a shampoo first." He secretly felt smug, thinking that this way he hadn't embarrassed himself and had left the women with something to look forward to. The girl who washed his hair was both understanding and eloquent. Her skillful and gentle touch, along with her occasional concerned inquiries, made Ma Xining feel valued and respected, which made him feel particularly comfortable. He truly appreciated that spending money in such a high-end place was indeed a pleasure, and although it cost a little more, it was well worth it. However, the way the hair was washed made him slightly uncomfortable. He always washed his hair sitting up with his head buried in the water, but here he was forced to lie on his back on that long recliner, his head in the cold sink. This reminded him of the scene he had witnessed in the countryside, where farmers scalded pigs to death. The butcher would turn the dead pigs upside down like this, placing their bodies on a hard cement slab, while their heads were placed in a large, boiling iron pot… His thoughts were quickly pulled back to reality. The random associations he had just made made him slightly uncomfortable, but they were soon replaced by the novelty he felt from the sight of the young lady's unintentionally exposed, snow-white, full breasts as she bent over to wash his hair. He then realized the many advantages of this hair-washing posture. While blow-drying his hair, the woman started soliciting business: "Sir, why don't you get a massage after your hair is done? Our massages are top-notch, all authentic Thai techniques. We're the only place in the city where the master went to Thailand to learn and teach." "Really?" "Why would I lie to you? You're certainly well-traveled and knowledgeable, sir. If I were exaggerating, you'd see right through me. I'm telling you the truth; you'll know once you try it." "Sure, seeing how enthusiastic you are, I'll give it a try. But let me tell you first, I'm an expert." "Don't worry, sir. I'm not new here; I can tell you're a connoisseur just by looking at you." Having said that, the woman had lost interest in continuing her treatment. She quickly packed up the hairdryer and led Ma Xining to the massage room on the second floor. To Ma Xining's astonishment, this massage room wasn't small like those in hotels. It was a newly decorated, spacious room with no massage beds, only a gilded Simmons mattress. In one corner was a huge bathtub, its bottom and sides covered with water jets. The woman entered and quickly turned on the bathtub, instantly unleashing countless jets of water from several nozzles. She turned to Ma Xining and said gently and considerately, "Brother, let me help you undress." She then began unbuttoning his clothes. Ma Xining initially wanted to refuse, but then thought, "Since I'm here, I might as well go along with it," and held back. However, it was the first time he'd ever had a complete stranger undress him. Despite pretending nothing was wrong, he couldn't help but blush and his heart race. Fortunately, the woman seemed focused on her work and didn't look up at him, which calmed his excitement somewhat. Disarmed, Ma Xining hurriedly stepped naked into the bathtub. As soon as he sat down, he felt countless jets of water, with tremendous force, spraying against his entire body. The fluctuating water flow made him feel as if he were in the midst of a turbulent ocean, and he quickly realized that this was the whirlpool bathtub that had been heavily advertised in newspapers and on television. He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to quietly enjoy the wonderful feeling of the waves of heat caressing his body. Just then, he suddenly felt the woman slip into the bathtub and slowly move closer to him. The allure of a real body was far more direct than mere fantasy. He instinctively pulled the woman close, and she, without any shyness, gently brought her face closer, quickly slipping her tongue into his mouth. He greedily sucked on it, and his hands immediately slid down her smooth, delicate back to her buttocks, groping her haphazardly. After a brief, passionate embrace, the young woman slowly knelt up, guiding Ma Xining to sit on her body. She then raised her long, flowing hair and began to violently thrust up and down, her full breasts trembling rhythmically. Ma Xining was suddenly reminded of galloping horses on the grasslands, which fueled his passion, and he involuntarily began to move as well. As the saying goes, a man in his thirties is like a wolf, and in his forties like a tiger. Ma Xining was in the prime of his life, and his desires, which had been imprisoned by traditional morality and worldly views for decades, had been breached by Miss Huang, and now this young woman had opened even wider gates. In an instant, a torrent of desire surged forth, surprising even Ma Xining himself. At first, the young woman, out of habit, moaned provocatively. But as Maxin's ferocious passion intensified, her moans grew increasingly rapid and incoherent... After a period of frenzy, the young lady finally collapsed, too exhausted to move. When she finally stopped, panting, Maxin rose from the bathtub, lifted her, still soaking wet, onto the bed, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and launched a new assault from the edge of the bed.As she spoke, she reached out and began to unbutton his clothes. Ma Xining initially wanted to refuse, but then thought, "Since I'm here, I might as well go along with it," and held back. However, it was the first time he'd ever had a complete stranger undress him like this. Although he pretended nothing was wrong, he couldn't help but blush and his heart race. Fortunately, the young woman seemed focused on her work and didn't look up at him once, which calmed his excitement somewhat. Disarmed, Ma Xining hurriedly stepped naked into the bathtub. As soon as he sat down, he felt countless jets of water spraying powerfully all over his body. The fluctuating water flow made him feel as if he were in the midst of a turbulent ocean, and he quickly realized that this was the whirlpool bathtub that had been heavily advertised in newspapers and on television. So, he slowly closed his eyes, preparing to quietly enjoy the wonderful feeling of the warm waves caressing his body. Just then, he suddenly felt the young woman slip into the bathtub and slowly move closer to him. The allure of a real body is far more direct than mere fantasy. He instinctively pulled the woman into his arms, and she, without any shyness, gently leaned in, quickly slipping her tongue into his mouth. He greedily sucked on it, his hands immediately sliding down her smooth, delicate back to her buttocks, groping her haphazardly. After a few moments of intimacy, the woman slowly squatted up, guiding Ma Xining to sit on her body. Then, she raised her long, flowing hair and began to violently twist and turn, her full breasts trembling rhythmically with her movements. Ma Xining suddenly thought of the galloping horses on the grasslands, which only fueled his passion, and he involuntarily began to move as well. As the saying goes, a man in his thirties is like a wolf, and in his forties like a tiger. Ma Xining was at the peak of his sexual desire, a desire that had been imprisoned for decades by traditional morality and worldly values. The previous encounter with Miss Huang had opened a breach, and now this woman had opened an even wider floodgate. In an instant, it surged forth, surprising even Ma Xining himself. At first, the woman moaned teasingly, out of habit. But as Ma Xining's ferocious passion intensified, her moans grew increasingly rapid and incoherent… After a period of frenzy, the woman finally collapsed, too exhausted to move. When she stopped, panting, Ma Xining rose from the bathtub, carried her, still soaking wet, to the bed, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and launched a new assault from the edge of the bed.As she spoke, she reached out and began to unbutton his clothes. Ma Xining initially wanted to refuse, but then thought, "Since I'm here, I might as well go along with it," and held back. However, it was the first time he'd ever had a complete stranger undress him like this. Although he pretended nothing was wrong, he couldn't help but blush and his heart race. Fortunately, the young woman seemed focused on her work and didn't look up at him once, which calmed his excitement somewhat. Disarmed, Ma Xining hurriedly stepped naked into the bathtub. As soon as he sat down, he felt countless jets of water spraying powerfully all over his body. The fluctuating water flow made him feel as if he were in the midst of a turbulent ocean, and he quickly realized that this was the whirlpool bathtub that had been heavily advertised in newspapers and on television. So, he slowly closed his eyes, preparing to quietly enjoy the wonderful feeling of the warm waves caressing his body. Just then, he suddenly felt the young woman slip into the bathtub and slowly move closer to him. The allure of a real body is far more direct than mere fantasy. He instinctively pulled the woman into his arms, and she, without any shyness, gently leaned in, quickly slipping her tongue into his mouth. He greedily sucked on it, his hands immediately sliding down her smooth, delicate back to her buttocks, groping her haphazardly. After a few moments of intimacy, the woman slowly squatted up, guiding Ma Xining to sit on her body. Then, she raised her long, flowing hair and began to violently twist and turn, her full breasts trembling rhythmically with her movements. Ma Xining suddenly thought of the galloping horses on the grasslands, which only fueled his passion, and he involuntarily began to move as well. As the saying goes, a man in his thirties is like a wolf, and in his forties like a tiger. Ma Xining was at the peak of his sexual desire, a desire that had been imprisoned for decades by traditional morality and worldly values. The previous encounter with Miss Huang had opened a breach, and now this woman had opened an even wider floodgate. In an instant, it surged forth, surprising even Ma Xining himself. At first, the woman moaned teasingly, out of habit. But as Ma Xining's ferocious passion intensified, her moans grew increasingly rapid and incoherent… After a period of frenzy, the woman finally collapsed, too exhausted to move. When she stopped, panting, Ma Xining rose from the bathtub, carried her, still soaking wet, to the bed, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and launched a new assault from the edge of the bed.
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