[The Little Rascal's Awakening] (Part Six) Underground Salon

In the underground salon,
Scara's guitar was also confiscated, but he wasn't as dejected as Xiao Zhong. Although it was his own
idea to let Yingzi go with Sun Cheng, he still felt a pang of bitterness. "Damn, it was bound to happen sooner or later," he thought. Scara
dismissed the others, rode his bike for a while, then turned into a straight alley and
stopped in front of a courtyard house deep within it. He locked his bike against a large tree in front of the gate, walked up the steps, hesitated
for a moment, and then raised his hand to knock on the old courtyard gate. His heartbeat was as heavy as the knocking. After a while,
the gate opened, and a refined woman of medium height wearing glasses smiled at him.
"Hello, Sister Hui."
"Little Ba, I thought you weren't coming. Please come in."
Scara smiled and entered the courtyard. Sister Hui peeked outside and then closed the gate. Walking past the screen wall into the covered walkway
, one could see the plants in the courtyard stretching their vibrant forms in the dim light, their
delicate jasmine fragrance wafting on the breeze. The main room was somewhat dim, with only a floor lamp illuminating about a third
of the room, but enough to clearly illuminate the group of men and women sitting around.
"Come on, Xiao Ba, don't be shy, we're all friends. Let me introduce you. This is Wang Min, a poet,
and she writes excellent novels too. You should read her sometime," the woman called Sister Hui enthusiastically introduced to Scara.
Wang Min was a woman around thirty years old, with shoulder-length hair, fair skin, wearing a white collared
dress, slightly plump, and with a sweet smile. She stood up from her chair and extended her hand to Scara, "Hello."
"Oh, hello, Sister Wang," Scara quickly returned the gesture.
"This is her lover, Zheng Haitao, a painter. I admire his talent." A
thin man with long hair and a thick beard stood up beside her, smiling and shaking hands with Scar.
"Hello, Brother Zheng."
"Just call me Old Zheng, everyone calls me Old Zheng because I have a beard, so they all say I look old,
haha."
"This is Gao Yanxia, an English translator. Her English is exceptionally good; she's translated many books. She just
returned from America." Sister Hui continued to introduce her.
Gao Yanxia was the most beautiful woman here, tall and looking to be only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
A bright red sleeveless dress shone like a flame in the dim light, like a red peony. Her long hair cascaded over her
shoulders, and her beautiful and elegant face, which at first glance lacked a smile, seemed cold and aloof.
Scar wanted to reach out but withdrew his hand, only managing to say, "Hello, Sister Gao."
"Don't call me Sister Gao, just call me Yanxia." Gao Yanxia smiled, a radiant smile, like
a daffodil blooming in the darkness.
"Yanxia." Scara secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"This last one is my lover, Hao Jun, who teaches at the same university as me. This is the first time you've met."
Hao Jun warmly placed his hand on Scara's shoulder and patted it hard. "Xiao Ba, hello! I've always heard
Wen Hui mention you, but I've only heard your name, never met you, hahaha. Don't be shy, we're friends now."
"Everyone, this is the hero who helped me out of that situation the other day. I still don't know his real name, Xiao Ba,
are you really going to be an unsung hero?" Chen Wen Hui tilted her head and smiled at him.
"My name isn't good, it doesn't sound good, everyone calls me Scara, so please just call me Xiao Ba."
"Alright then, I won't force you. Come, sit next to me." Chen Wen Hui pulled Scara's hand and sat down
next to her.
"We were just talking about you, Xiao Ba," Gao Yanxia said. "Can you tell us about what happened that day?"
"Well, there's not much to say. I just happened to be passing by and bumped into him, and then..." Chen Wenhui laughed and
continued, "You guys, don't let his clumsy speech fool you, he was really something back then.
Those three thugs had me cornered against the wall, and one of them was even grabbing my arm. That's when Xiao Ba
appeared and kicked one of them down with one kick. I was genuinely worried for him, since two of the thugs were taller than him. But
when the fight started, I realized they were no match for Xiao Ba. However, when he pulled out his knife, I was really scared
."
"If Sister Hui hadn't stopped you, would you really have stabbed them?" Wang Min asked.
"I, I don't know, maybe, I didn't think that much about it at the time..." Scar scratched his head.
"Luckily, those three thugs asked for Xiao Ba's name and then stopped fighting, they ran away in fear, hahaha." Chen
Wenhui gently patted Scar's hand. "He told me he was a thug too, and I said no. A real thug wouldn't save
people. You're not bad, you're a good person, a hero, it's society that has misunderstood you."
Chen Wenhui's words made Scarface blush and unable to lift his head. No one had ever said such things to him before.
"That's right, I think Xiaoba is a hero. Heroes don't necessarily have to block gunfire or blow up bunkers," Hao Jun
said seriously. "Heroes aren't created through education. Everyone has shining qualities, everyone
deserves respect. I think our education system has a big problem in this respect."
"Yes, our education system is not only rigid but also outdated," Gao Yanxia chimed in. "It seems
everyone has to become a certain type of person, an obedient person, to be considered correct and without error. We're not cultivating
talent, but obedient mediocrity. When I came to America, I realized that we had been
left far behind by the American imperialism we once criticized and overthrown. We used to think we were the happiest people in the world, but now we
know we are the most tragic. It's not just material poverty, but more importantly, the spiritual
repression we endure. One of the important reasons we've fallen behind is that we've lost the ability to think independently
. This ability, which is common in the West, has atrophied or even disappeared here."
"People are different individuals, with countless differences. Yet our education aims to turn us into
individuals, existing only within a collective without individual thought and behavior, forever uniform and speaking in unison
. Anyone with their own ideas is considered selfish and will be criticized. But when we become
individuals, we become mindless and soulless animals, manipulated like puppets."
That's why we experienced those ten years of the most desperate nightmare. In reality, we are all ordinary
individuals, with joys and sorrows, with the seven emotions and six desires. Everyone is the same, everyone is equal.
Whether great or ordinary, whether a hero being sung or a so-called class enemy being criticized,
” Chen Wenhui said.
“We need to reflect on so much… The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light.”
“Sister Hui, I especially like this poem,” Wang Min said. “And this answer. Baseness is
the passport of the base, nobility is the epitaph of the noble. Look, in that gilded sky, float the distorted
reflections of the dead. The Ice Age has passed, why are there icicles everywhere…” Wang Min softly recited a poem.
After the recitation, everyone applauded.
“Xiao Ba, do you like this poem?” Chen Wenhui turned to ask Bala.
“Yes, I like it.” He smiled shyly, but his mind was completely confused.
"Why don't you say something too?"
"Me?" Scara was at a loss and quickly waved his hands. "I can't, I don't understand poetry. I just
came back from singing a song on the street." He didn't even know what he was saying.
"Then sing us a song." Gao Yanxia suggested.
"I'd rather listen to you recite poetry. I find it very moving."
"Which poem do you like?" Scara thought for a moment and said, "Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat, sweat beads and what...
I forgot, I'll listen to you." Scara lowered his head and stopped talking, his face burning like fire.
He suddenly felt that sitting here was the most unbearable torment of his life.
Chen Wenhui patted Scar's hand and comforted him with a smile, "It's okay, Xiao Ba, don't feel inferior
. Actually, we are all the same. In the face of history and time, we are all insignificant, and we are all
equal. Our spirits are equal. We come together to liberate ourselves, to set our souls free, to break
free from the shackles on our hearts, to shatter those rusty fetters, and to bravely pursue beauty and love."
"There is no high or low, no class, no distinction between red and black, we are all the same people. We are all
born equal, and that is the most important thing." Zheng Haitao said, taking out a
tablet wrapped tightly in kraft paper from behind him. "The work is finished, take a look."
He then carefully peeled back the kraft paper layer by layer under the light, revealing an oil
painting. The painting depicts two nude women, one standing bent over on a reef, the other reclining in front of her legs. Behind them is
an endless ocean and blue sky. Both women had beautiful faces, long black hair blowing in the sea breeze,
and confident, elegant smiles. The exquisite painting accurately captured the women's unique charm and qualities.
"So beautiful!" Chen Wenhui exclaimed. "Little Ba, can you tell who they are?"
Scara recognized them immediately, his eyes widening. The standing woman was Wang Min, and the reclining woman
was Gao Yanxia. His eyes were fixed on their full breasts and dark genitals.
"He often uses me as a model and has created many paintings. What do you think?"
Wang Min asked Scara with a smile.
"Me? I can't say..." Scara's palms were sweating, and he was aroused. He thought to himself, "What do you think? Absolutely perfect
for fucking." But he tried his best to remain calm. "I think it's beautiful, really. It
captures all the best qualities of you and Sister Yanxia." Scara's mind raced as he managed to squeeze out a few words, his eyes never leaving the
realistically depicted naked genitals on the canvas.
"Thank you. I think so too." Gao Yanxia stood next to Bara, her high breasts accidentally brushing against
Bara's arm. Bara's mind went blank for a moment, and he almost pounced on her and pinned her to the ground.
"The human body is the most beautiful art in the world, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, that's right. I admire painters the most, like Brother Zheng." Bara thought to himself,
if I had those skills, I'd paint naked women all day long, and then fuck them, awesome.
"I can teach you, Little Ba. The door to art is open to everyone." Zheng Haitao patted Bara
's shoulder and said.
"Me? I can't. My hands can only touch a guitar at most..."
"Don't say that, maybe you are more talented than me, you just don't know it."
"Let's relax for a bit." Chen Wenhui walked to the three-drawer table, pressed the button on the tape recorder, and
after a moment of the crackling sound of the tape spinning, Teresa Teng's singing voice slowly came from it.
"Sweet, sweetly you smile, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze.
I've seen you there, there before..."
"Let's dance," Gao Yanxia said to Bara.
"Huh?" Bara saw Chen Wenhui and Zheng Haitao, Wang Min and Hao Jun already embracing, slowly moving to
dance steps. "I, I can't dance..."
"It's okay, I'll teach you, it's easy." Gao Yanxia smiled and put her hand on Bara's shoulder. She was wearing
high heels and was a little taller than Bara.
Although Bara had never danced, he had seen plenty of Kuomintang dances in those war movies. Even
if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run, right? Bara put his hand on Gao Yanxia's waist.
"Slow down and take it easy, relax."
Bara didn't know what she was saying, but he awkwardly moved with Gao Yanxia's body, afraid of accidentally
stepping on her feet. But the fragrance from Gao Yanxia kept wafting into his nose, distracting him. He was
hard, and awkwardly tried to avoid touching Gao Yanxia's body by pulling his buttocks back slightly. But to his surprise, Gao
Yanxia pulled him back, pressing him against her, his hard erection pressing firmly against her
abdomen.
"You're so shy, completely unlike what Sister Hui said..." Gao Yanxia breathed hot air into his ear, each
word booming like thunder in Scara's mind. "But I heard your lower body is quite brave."
Scara swallowed, staring at Gao Yanxia's elegant face. "Sister Hui said that?"
"Yes."
Scara felt much more relaxed. Gao Yanxia now looked alluring, completely lacking her previous coldness.
"How old are you?"
Gao Yanxia laughed at Scara's question. "You still think I'm a high school girl? You're really interesting
. Is this how you always chat up girls?"
"Just chatting."
"You can't ask a woman's age abroad; it's private, a secret." Gao Yanxia's lips curled up,
and she placed her hands on Scara's shoulders.
Scara cleverly placed his hands on her waist, helping her move slowly. "But we're in
China right now."
"Uh, okay. Tell me your age first?"
"Didn't Sister Hui tell you? I'm eighteen, almost nineteen."
"Then I'm twenty, hehe."
"Damn, that's not fair." Scar immediately realized it was inappropriate to use profanity on Gao Yanxia and quickly explained,
"I didn't mean that..."
Gao Yanxia laughed happily, "You didn't say anything, why explain? You are you, you don't need
to hide anything." Saying that, she whispered in Scar's ear, "Actually, I fucking swear too, fuck."
These normally ordinary profanities sounded different coming from Gao Yanxia's mouth,
making Scar's heart itch. He lowered his hand and hugged Gao Yanxia's buttocks. Gao Yanxia wasn't shy at all;
instead, she pressed her body against Scar's. Scar opened his eyes and looked around, surprised to see Sister Hui burying her face
in Zheng Haitao's thick beard and kissing him! Zheng Haitao's hand was touching Hui Jie's genitals through her pants
. Beside her, Hui Jie's husband, Hao Jun, had already unzipped Wang Min's dress. Wang Min shrugged, and
the white dress silently slipped to the ground, revealing her panties and long, slender legs, just
like in the paintings.
"This is normal in America. They've been doing this since the 1960s..." Gao Yanxia continued
whispering in Bala's ear. "Our pursuit of sexual liberation is the same as our pursuit of beauty. Sex isn't lewd, much less dirty
. The human body is beautiful, and so is sex. And sexual intercourse releases the most beautiful emotions in life."
Bala felt his throat go dry, as if something was stuck in it. He didn't really hear
what Gao Yanxia was saying; he felt like he was dreaming. He'd been on the streets for so long, he wasn't a virgin anymore,
but today he'd truly seen things for the first time. Liberation was good, the 1980s were good. Damn it, cultured
people are just different from us.
"The penis and vagina are like fish and water... and sex is the most harmonious and pleasurable activity in life
..." Gao Yanxia stroked Bara's back, rubbing her lower abdomen against his penis. "I can feel your strength right now ...
" She placed her hand on Bara's crotch, kneading the bulge. "
Can you take off my skirt..."
Bara fumbled on Gao Yanxia's back to unzip her dress. Gao Yanxia
slowly writhed in Bara's arms, her arms around the back of his neck. Looking at her beautiful face, Bara immediately
became aroused. He reached into the sides of Gao Yanxia's panties and pushed them
down. Gao Yanxia bent over slightly and lifted her legs alternately to pull off her panties. He touched her fluffy, silky pubic hair, and they both smiled.
"Where do you like a woman?"
"Of course, it's where the hair grows."
Gao Yanxia smiled but didn't speak. Hui Jie and Zheng Haitao were naked and embracing,
swaying gently to the music and chatting softly, like a sweet couple. Hao Jun had Wang Min pinned to the sofa and was
sucking her nipple. Wang Min closed her eyes and moaned softly, her hand stroking Hao Jun's hair.
"How's our salon?" Gao Yanxia asked Scara softly.
"Is America really like this? But will they all be open-minded by then?" Scara gestured with his chin
towards the others.
"Do you think Hao Jun doesn't know about you and Hui Jie? Do you see him caring?"
"Fuck! That's awesome!"
"I like your roughness... Now I'm yours, possess me with your cock, fuck me with your cock
..." Her words were so soft that Scara's scalp tingled, and his whole body was on high alert.
This woman was too awesome!
He grabbed Gao Yanxia's head and kissed her wildly, while his hands kneaded her breasts.
Gao Yanxia hummed contentedly, her tongue actively entering Scara's mouth. Scara immediately caught a faint
scent of jasmine tea. They both sucked on each other's tongues, as if they were glued together. Scara had never
been with a woman like this before; the girls he'd dated were worlds apart from her. Perhaps Yingzi
was better, but at least she lacked Gao Yanxia's气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and aura), because she wasn't a street urchin, but
a cultured woman who knew English and had been abroad. Sister Hui, though also an intellectual and full of desire, was more like a loving
teacher. Gao Yanxia, however, was a true woman, a woman Scara both wanted to approach and felt was unattainable
. She was alluring yet aloof. This made Scara feel inferior, yet simultaneously
filled him with a burning desire to conquer her. He wanted to conquer this woman, not with poetry, but with his penis.
Scara abruptly twisted Gao Yanxia's body, grabbed her from behind, pressed her against the single sofa against the wall, and
roughly pulled down her underwear, almost tearing it to shreds. Scara pulled out his penis and traced it down the slender crevice of her
buttocks, past her anus, and thrust it in when he touched the soft, slippery flesh. He couldn't help but play with knives; his penis
was more like a knife, plunging into Gao Yanxia with a gasp that almost caused her to lose her balance, her upper body forced to lean against the sofa
back.
She felt a powerful impact instantly overwhelm her, and a satisfying pleasure simultaneously
spread from that spot throughout her body. Scara didn't particularly like this position; he preferred face-to-face sex because that way he
could see the girl's face, sometimes shy, sometimes excited, sometimes hungry, and he could see her
entire body, her swaying, delicate breasts, her dark, sparse pubic hair, and especially watch his penis
going in and out of those girls' vaginas. He seemed to have only used this rear-entry position once, during his first time with Yingzi
. At that time, Yingzi was somewhat like Gao Yanxia, exuding arrogance, like an untamed wild horse.
At first, this made Scara somewhat reserved. But he was, after all, a wolf; once he smelled his prey's weakness, he would pounce and
bite her fatal spot. Yingzi's weakness was that she wasn't a wolf, but a dog living the life of a wolf. Scara
brutally conquered Yingzi with this rear-entry technique. Throughout the entire process, he didn't let Yingzi lift her head, while her little cunt
was being fucked until it was overflowing with lustful fluids, and her whole body went limp. From then on, Yingzi followed Scara, and every time they made love, it was face-
to-face. Scara liked to see Yingzi blushing as he fucked her, biting her lip and looking at him, which made him both
love and hate her. Until he discovered that Yingzi had fallen for Sun Cheng.
Scara looked at Gao Yanxia, who was lying on the back of the sofa. This elegant and intellectual woman from before was now being fucked by him until she was
moaning and dripping with lustful fluids. The floor lamp was right next to the sofa, illuminating the two naked bodies conspicuously
. Scara transformed into a wolf once more. He grabbed Gao Yanxia by the neck and pressed her down, causing her to curl up on
the sofa, unable to move, only her buttocks sticking up high. Her long, loose hair obscured her face, and she made muffled
noises.
Scara could no longer distinguish whether the woman before him was Gao Yanxia or Yingzi. He focused all his strength
on fucking her wet, white ass. He heard the woman's incessant moans, and he knew he had won.
He had conquered her with his cock! No matter how proud she was, no matter how unattainable she was, no matter who she was, she
was just a woman who had been fucked away by his cock! He spread Gao Yanxia's buttocks, looking with a slightly smug gaze
at her flower-like anus and the vulva, overflowing with lustful fluids and with the black hairs
clinging to her skin. Scara showed no sign of letting up, his enraged cock continuing its relentless thrusting.
He gave her no chance to breathe; her only respite was to moan. Only during fights and fucking
did Scara's blood boil, his muscles hardening like steel. In fights, he stabbed
men with knives; in fucking, he thrust his cock into women's vaginas. Therefore, men feared Scara, while
women loved him. But one woman seemed to be an exception.
"Fuck! Yingzi!"
Scara suddenly shouted, lunging at Gao Yanxia's back, fucking and kissing her wildly, his teeth brushing against her smooth
back, making Gao Yanxia tremble. She felt the cold, yet powerful cock throbbing beneath her
, pushing her into an abyss of pleasure.
Wang Min swung her large, round breasts as she walked over. Behind her, Chen Wenhui was bent over, her arms supporting her on the sofa,
sucking Hao Jun's penis, while Zheng Haitao stood behind her, hooking her buttocks and fucking her.
Wang Min stroked Scar's strong buttocks from behind and kissed his neck. Scar jolted and turned around to see Wang Min.
"Little Ba, and me too..." She walked in front of Scar and kissed him.
Scar kissed Wang Min, his hands kneading her round breasts. He had never fucked two women at the same time before
. He suddenly pulled out his penis, and Gao Yanxia immediately went limp on the sofa like a puppet with its strings cut, panting heavily.
Wang Min knelt down on the floor, turning her head to look at Scar, her bright, lustful eyes captivating him. He thrust his wet
penis in, parted Wang Min's plump buttocks, and entered her. Wang Min let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body heaving,
groaning with Scar's thrusts. By this time, Gao Yanxia on the sofa had recovered slightly. She leaned back,
spreading her legs wide, revealing her wet genitals. Wang Min slightly raised his head and began licking and sucking Gao Yanxia's vulva
. Gao Yanxia closed her eyes, rubbing her breasts with a look of ecstasy. Scara watched as the woman he was fucking
was simultaneously licking another woman's cunt, the two women moaning in turn. He felt like his soul was about to
leave his body!
"Fuck! This is communism!" Scara shouted in his heart, quickening his movements.
At this moment, the other three people in the main room also reached their climax. Zheng Haitao's chest and pubic area were covered with thick body
hair, making him look like a lean and strong lion. His thick, shiny black penis
was flying back and forth behind Chen Wenhui's buttocks. Chen Wenhui moaned softly, her fair and petite figure resembling a pitiful lamb. She
had Hao Jun's limp penis in her mouth, seemingly trying to revive it. But she seemed
to enjoy the pleasure from behind even more; Zheng Haitao's penis easily penetrated deep into her each time,
like injections of morphine, making her moan involuntarily. She moaned as she sucked on
Hao Jun's penis, saliva dripping from her mouth. Hao Jun smiled as he watched Chen Wenhui's face contort in bliss,
his hand gently stroking her hair, seemingly both comforting and admiring. A moment later, he stood up from
the sofa, and Zheng Haitao picked up Chen Wenhui and made her kneel on the sofa. Chen Wenhui was like a helpless infant, completely at their mercy,
her vulva wide open, the surrounding pubic hair sticking together in a messy tangle. Zheng Haitao straddled
the edge of the sofa, his thick penis thrusting into Chen Wenhui's vagina once more. Hao Jun sat behind them, watching and playing with
his own penis. His wife was twisted and unable to move, her erect vagina filled with his best friend
's penis.
"No, no... ah..." His wife's moans were like reciting Tang and Song poems, beautiful and melodious. Hao Jun
felt a surge of excitement, and quickened his hand's stroke, then a gush of semen shot out onto the ground.
At this moment, Gao Yanxia had been brought to orgasm by Wang Min's licking, her entire abdomen contracting strongly,
her open vulva covered with a mixture of vaginal fluid and saliva as if it had been washed. Wang Min's moans
trembled with her plump flesh. She no longer had the heart to lick Gao Yanxia's vulva. Scar's thrusts were stronger with each one, leaving her weak
but extremely excited. Fortunately, there was a chair in front of her, otherwise she would have collapsed to the ground. Scar looked at the two
naked women in front of him and thought: Fuck! If I had two dicks, I would be fucking awesome!
Gao Yanxia came to her senses, stood up and walked into the main room. At this moment, Zheng Haitao pressed down on Chen Wenhui's buttocks and fucked her wildly for a
while, then pulled out his penis and ejaculated streams of semen onto her back. Gao Yanxia walked over and kissed him with a smile. Zheng Haitao released
the limp Chen Wenhui and turned to press Gao Yanxia's head down. Gao Yanxia understood and knelt down, taking the
still erect and wet penis into her mouth and greedily sucking the remaining liquid.
Scarface wanted to resist the urge to fuck her a little longer, because Wang Min's vagina felt so good, and her moans were so good.
Listen. But the force within him still wouldn't cooperate, pushing outwards until he could no longer control himself.
With a determined bite, Scarface thrust into Wang Min's wet vagina, his surging semen pouring deep inside.
The room fell silent, as if nothing had happened, remaining elegantly quiet, save for the
old grandfather clock that ticked like a wise observer, scrutinizing the six naked men.
After resting for a while, the six men sat together again, this time without clothes.
"Little Ba, try this, Yanxia brought it," Sister Hui said, handing Scarface a cup of coffee.
Scarface was incredibly thirsty, and he picked up the cup and poured it into his mouth, but the medicinal taste almost made him
spit it out. He gritted his teeth, sniffed, and forced it down.
"Not used to it, are you?" Gao Yanxia asked him with a smile. "This is the coffee foreigners drink in the movies."
"Really? I saw them drinking it with such relish in the movies, but it's all fake, just fooling us Chinese people.
We should make movies about drinking Chinese medicine and fooling foreigners too."
Scara's words made everyone burst into laughter. Looking at them, Scara laughed along.
"You little Ba, you're actually quite cute," Chen Wenhui said.
"Hehe, really, hehe..."
"Little Ba, how does it feel?" Wang Min asked him.
"I'm totally smitten. I feel like I'm dreaming." Scara gestured excitedly.
"Yes, we are dreaming, having a beautiful dream," Chen Wenhui said.
"Like I said, sex is not just a means of procreation. When both parties are willing,
sex between men and women is naturally beautiful and worthy of praise. Sexual intercourse is the most beautiful and romantic
right given to mankind by God. But we consider sex obscene, dirty, and something that can't be discussed openly. Yet
we need it all the time, and our population size is the best proof," Wang Min said.
"That's right. After sex was distorted and smeared by us, it became a synonym for obscenity, leaving only its
most primitive and basic function, yet it carries too much infamy. In our
country with a five-thousand-year history of civilization, one of the most ordinary human activities, as simple as eating and sleeping, has become a pariah. Mencius
said, 'Food and sex are human nature.' Even the ancients understood this principle, so why do we still avoid it
so deeply?" Hao Jun said.
"I think this is precisely where the human nature of us Chinese is distorted. On the one hand, as Wang Min said, we
have the largest population in the world, and this enormous project must be completed through sexual intercourse. On the other hand,
we avoid the topic of sex, or even the word itself, as if anyone who mentions sex is utterly wicked
and a complete scoundrel. We treat the inherently beautiful sex as a
sin that can only hide in dark corners and cannot see the sunlight. But once people secretly talk about topics related to sex, they show great excitement,"
Gao Yanxia said.
"Why don't adults have the right to freely control their own bodies? And why is consensual sexual activity
considered promiscuity? Does promiscuity fall under the moral or legal category? The word 'promiscuity' is an adjective
, and as far as I know, legal texts should only objectively state the facts, without any subjective connotations
. I've been thinking about these questions. As you all know, just a few years ago, many of us needed
the approval of our superiors to get married. If the leaders didn't agree, even if two people loved each other deeply, they couldn't get married. Conversely,
if it was the leaders' opinion, then two complete strangers with no emotional foundation would get
married and have children. Alas, perhaps many years later, people will look back on us and think we were so
ridiculous and pathetic," Zheng Haitao said.
"Yes. Actually, I'm very proud. As practitioners and pioneers, we may be despised
or even criticized, but I feel my heart is full of sunshine and joy. We open our souls, expose
our bodies, and have never felt promiscuous or ashamed. Sex and nudity are not promiscuous; hypocritical
morality is vulgar," Chen Wenhui said.
Scara looked at the five naked men and women in front of him with serious expressions, speaking eloquently, but he couldn't understand a word they were saying
. Although he understood each word individually, they sounded like a jumbled mess in his head. However, he was secretly pleased that he had a great night, his penis had been thoroughly opened and aroused, and a 　　barely perceptible smile
appeared on his face . 　　 (To be continued)

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