Country Girl

What needed to be sold was sold, what needed to be paid was paid, and there was basically nothing left to do in the fields. People seemed unable to adjust to the quieter time; their energy seemed to have no outlet. So, complaints and disputes all flocked to the township government. The former tranquility was replaced by noise. Trivial matters kept the leaders and colleagues in each office extremely busy, except for my office, which was in charge of science and education. So I took the initiative to visit the other offices, helping my colleagues complain and persuade. Perhaps it was my reasoning, drawing on classical texts, that convinced people, or perhaps it was my "scholarly" background that inspired awe, but most problems that others couldn't solve were easily resolved by me. As a result, I gained the gratitude of most of my colleagues in the township government and the recognition of the leaders. While solving problems, I also gradually gained an understanding of the villagers from their snippets of conversation.
In my spare time, I would also find time to chat with the leaders, gleaning the information I needed from their intentional or unintentional remarks. Since I wanted to build relationships, I first needed to understand their interests; catering to their preferences would be much more effective.
Cultural life in rural areas is scarce, especially in my remote mountain hometown. Watching a movie is like celebrating the New Year; radios are mostly just decorations due to the mountainous terrain, and most people don't even know what a television is. People work from sunrise to sunset, and in the evenings, those who can afford it go to bed early and indulge in the same old entertainment. Those who can't gather together to indulge in fantasies about sex, but when it comes to serious discussions about sex, everyone avoids it like the plague. This
lack of knowledge even led to a funny incident: a family was told that the husband had to undergo sterilization in the county because they had too many children. The wife, carrying eggs and some agricultural products, went to the county family planning office, knelt on the ground, and begged the leaders with tears streaming down her face: "Our village doesn't have as many entertainment options as your city. This is the only thing we have to do at night. If you cut off his penis, how will we live in the future?" The county family planning office leaders looked at each other, at a loss for words.
It was within this primitive, crude, and taboo understanding that many distorted rules and warped morals arose, along with numerous absurdities. As I gradually learned, almost every leader in the township government had their own romantic escapades. Therefore, attending meetings in the city with these people became a matter of course. After several high-ranking leaders had attended meetings in the county town with me, gradually no one mentioned my business was doing well anymore. Instead, they said, "Look how convenient it is for everyone with this shop! He works during the day, does business at night, and still has to pick up girls—it's too hard on him, too much to ask." Even the way people addressed me at the township government changed imperceptibly; everyone started
calling me "Old Cao..." From "Little Cao" to "Old Cao," my business boomed.
My shop's business also boomed. With the off-season for farming, people were just feeding their poultry and livestock, or growing some vegetables near their houses. Large bags of feed and fertilizer went unsold, so I broke them down into smaller bags of one or two kilograms each, and business unexpectedly improved, with profits multiplying.
My daughter's popularity is also rising. I haven't scolded her during the day anymore. When I have some free time at work, I'll take a few minutes to spend with her and talk to her. After lunch, she no longer cleans up alone; I help her with the washing and cleaning. I only occasionally tell her directly at night not to tell others that she slept at my place.
At night, she takes the initiative. She tickles me as soon as she gets into bed, her little hands constantly rubbing against my waist and armpits. I pretend to resist or beg for mercy. Sometimes she imitates me by blowing on my face. I also make faces at her. Sometimes she makes requests, from being timid at first to now commanding: "Daddy, I want to ride a horse." I'll lie on the bed and let her increasingly bouncy little bottom bounce against my waist. Sometimes, when she's not paying attention, I'll suddenly thrust my hips, and she'll "Ah!" and fall onto my back, but immediately straighten up and slap my bottom twice, saying triumphantly, "Serves you right for being disobedient, giddy up!"
I laughed heartily, and the girl giggled too.
Since it's a game, there should be the right to control, the right to choose, and the right to win. That's what makes a game appealing. If you simply accept everything passively, you'll always be a loser, and even the best game loses its fun.
I agreed to whatever the girl asked for. I wanted her to feel that in these joyful moments, I wasn't her father, but her brother or a playmate of the same age.
The girl thrashed excitedly against me, and my desire grew stronger little by little. My penis was already throbbing, and I was still waiting. This feeling of fighting against lust was intriguing; the longer I waited, the greater my expectation, and the stronger the satisfaction.
I felt a slight chill on my back. I couldn't tell if it was the girl's vaginal lubrication or the lubricant I'd inserted beforehand. I didn't know, and I didn't want to find out. I'd already put the lubricant in; I didn't want to have to lubricate myself when I was already aroused. Wouldn't that be a huge disappointment?
My penis throbbed uneasily, as if telling me it was ready all along.
I reached back and held the girl's waist, turning her to the side. She cried out and tumbled off the horse. I rolled over, parting her slender legs, allowing my eager, throbbing member to squeeze into her tender, red opening.
My penis swam joyfully inside her like a fish in water, my testicles eagerly tapping against the small entrance, as if pleading, "Let me in, let me in!" I looked at her; her face was flushed, her chest heaving, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, her eyes fixed on me.
At this moment, she was still—perhaps not because she wanted to be still, but because she didn't yet know how to move gracefully with the in-and-out motion of my penis. At the point where her two labia met, I could vaguely see a tiny bud trembling slightly with the dance. I couldn't resist gently rubbing that tiny bud, no bigger than a mung bean.
In the depths of my vagina, the girl's buttocks suddenly wiggled a few times, and her two tender legs squeezed against my waist, as if trying to close. Had I hurt her? I quickly looked up at her; she didn't seem uncomfortable. When she saw me looking at her, she immediately wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue. I loved seeing her stick out her tongue and make faces; a childlike impulse arose, and I reached out to grab her tongue.
Her tongue retracted quickly, only managing to grab her lips.
I laughed, a smile as bright as a child's.
The girl laughed, radiant as a flower. My
large penis, deep within my vagina, also secretly laughed, grinning foolishly, drool dripping all over its opening.
The girl had developed an interest in my body. While I was washing her, she was no longer as coy as before, but instead pinched my drooping penis, examining it from side to side, her eyes gleaming with a strange light.
"Where's the bone?" Suddenly, the girl blurted out this seemingly nonsensical question, as if talking to herself.
"Bones? What bones?"
The girl didn't answer, only shaking the large, hard penis still in his hand. Oh, that's what he meant.
I said, "Come up and sleep here. Daddy will tell you when you're in bed."
She got into bed, resting her head on my arm, her eyes blinking as she looked at me, and I looked at her too.
I suddenly realized this question was difficult to answer. Should I give her a sex education lesson? Terms like corpus cavernosum and erection might only confuse her more.
After a moment of silence, she asked softly again, "Daddy, you...how come you still have hair down there?" I paused, immediately understanding what she meant, and suppressed a laugh, saying seriously, "You're still little. You'll have hair when you grow up." She shook her head, saying, "Really? I don't want it, it's awful." "Oh, how is it awful?" I asked.
"Curly, and not neat at all," she judged, running her hand through her own smooth hair.
"Oh, it's not combed properly. Can you comb it for me?" I teased her.
Hearing this, Niu got up from the bed, picked up her small wooden comb, sat down beside my waist, and carefully began to comb her hair. First, she combed upwards, then tilted her head to look at it for a while, seemingly dissatisfied. She then quickly combed downwards, using her other hand to help smooth it as she went. After a while, she seemed to still feel it wasn't right, so she started combing to the sides. After working on it for a long time, she still seemed to be struggling to get it right. Finally, she looked up, puffed out her cheeks, and said very seriously, "It's not neat, Dad." "Hahaha..." I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter.
Niu saw me laughing and knew she was mistaken, but she didn't understand exactly what was wrong. She just sat there holding the comb, grinning foolishly at me. I reached out and pulled Niu close, giving her a big kiss on her peach-blossom-like face: "Niu, you're so incredibly innocent!"
In the morning, I saw the courtyard covered in fallen leaves. Looking up, the maple trees revealed their withered branches, carpeting the ground like a tapestry of colors. Two or three leaves, left behind by the north wind, shimmered in the morning sun on the treetops. The birch trees, which were a golden cloud until yesterday, were now emaciated, their remaining leaves like yellow butterflies of late spring, scattered here and there.
During the day, the azure sky was high and clear; the sunlight was bright and beautiful. But the morning mist and the evening wind clearly told people that late autumn had departed and early winter was quietly approaching.
Perhaps people had adapted to the leisurely days, or perhaps they had found new ways to expend their energy. The township government gradually returned to its former tranquility. Occasionally, one could see two people chatting, drinking tea, and reading newspapers in the office. I too began to adapt to this idle work, occasionally wandering around the office before returning home. In my spare time, I would sit in the courtyard of the small shop, basking in the sun and reading a book. After all, the office was just across the street, so I could get there quickly if needed.
Zhizhi came, carrying a bundle.
"Uncle Cao," Zhizhi called out, handing me the bundle. Niu scurried inside to get some snacks. I opened the bundle and saw some eggs. They were clearly selected; they were all roughly the same size and had red shells. People in my hometown have always believed that red-shelled eggs are very nutritious.
Zhizhi spoke again: "Uncle Cao, my mom asked me to bring this. She said you were ripped off when you bought things from me last time, so this is to thank you." I immediately handed it back, saying, "Go back and tell your mom there's no need to thank me. It's such a small thing, no need to thank me." I'd heard from the village secretary and a few others that after Zhizhi's father died, it was just the two of them, a widow and her child. Besides farming, they relied on Zhizhi herding cattle and gathering firewood to supplement their income. Now that it's the off-season, those jobs are gone, and these eggs are their important source of income. How could I accept them? Zhizhi firmly refused: "My mom said this is to thank you, you must have it." Fine, I'll accept it then. I'll just take something back with me when I get home. I turned around and told Niu and Zhizhi to go play together, while I sat at the shop entrance reading. Occasionally, passersby would pass by, and I'd glance at them or respond when they greeted me.
In the distance, I saw a small red dot, seemingly wearing red clothes. In the gray early winter scenery, it stood out like a delicate flower. Not many people in the countryside wear red like that. I watched with interest as the small red dot drew closer and became clearer.
It was a pretty girl, probably seventeen or eighteen, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was very pretty, her unadorned face smooth and radiant, her natural beauty carrying a touch of simplicity and wildness. Her well-proportioned figure and brisk gait exuded vitality. "Beautiful," I thought to myself.
The girl walked straight up to me: "Buy a bag of candy." Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song.
I quickly went behind the counter, took out the candy for her, and she lowered her head to give me the money, then hurriedly turned and left, leaving behind a faint jasmine scent. This girl even wears perfume! That's rare in the countryside, so her family must be quite wealthy.
When Niu and the others returned, dinner was already prepared. Before Zhizhi left, I insisted on giving her two packets of pastries and a bottle of cooking oil.
Since being with Niu, I've developed a new perspective on matters between men and women. I've gradually come to enjoy the playful teasing beforehand. This teasing can bring me to a peak of joy, and in a joyful mood, everything seems interesting, especially sex. After the teasing, with its joy and exhaustion, the slow, intimate contact is like transitioning from the turbulent waves of the Yellow River to the shimmering waters of West Lake—a lingering experience. Compared to kissing and hugging immediately after bed, it has less passion but more tranquility, and this tranquility quietly builds up energy for the greater passion to come.
Niu finally tired herself out and lay on my arms, quietly waiting for my advances.
I turned to her side, my hand reaching towards her face, her delicate body.
"Daddy, Sister says you're so good," the girl said proudly.
"Oh?" I asked with interest, stroking her lower abdomen. "Is Daddy better to you or to her?" "Of course, to me," she replied without hesitation.
My hand slid down further, and she parted her legs slightly.
That day, in the heat of passion, I carelessly played with her clitoris and noticed she seemed to be aroused. I remembered reading in a book that girls who haven't reached puberty can also experience pleasure, just not as intensely as mature women. Since she can, I should let her experience it too. As Mencius said, "Sharing pleasure is better than enjoying it alone."
I gently circled her clitoris with my fingers, very lightly, and asked, "Girl, guess where Daddy's touching?" Before, I spoke to distract her, but now that I noticed her reaction, I wanted to bring her attention back to this. We'd already shared psychological pleasure; the physical satisfaction should be on the table. A simple meal isn't enough; we need to turn it into a full-blown feast. There's much more to come. She pouted and remained silent.
"Has anyone touched you here before?" I asked again, watching her, hoping to find something.
Sure enough, she became a little uncomfortable. I'm a native of this area; the games children play in my hometown are limited. It would be strange if she said she'd never been touched before.
Hehe, it's fine if she doesn't answer. Isn't this how it always starts with a new activity?
She'll get used to it eventually.
I slid down the stream to the entrance and circled it.
"Girl, guess where Daddy's touching now?" I continued to guide her attention, but she remained silent.
"Here's a pretty little house, like a princess's cave. On either side of it are two pretty little doors, like flower petals." As I said this, I pinched her labia minora and continued, "When you open the doors, it's all pink inside. The ceiling is red too, and there are beautiful stalactites. The left and right walls are covered in pink moss, smooth and warm. There's a pink carpet on the floor, so soft to walk on..." As I fabricated this beautiful "fairytale," I slowly inserted my fingers, pressing them wherever I described. The inside was damp and warm. I hadn't used lubricant today; the dampness was all generated by the girl herself. I was secretly delighted. My fingers moved around inside, twisting and turning like a little eel rolling in a mud pit.
I suddenly sighed: If only a human penis could bend like a finger! It seems even the Creator has oversights.
The cave grew increasingly wet, and I grew more and more excited. Today was a different day; I would rely on the girl's own lubrication to complete everything.
As I pressed my penis against the entrance, I couldn't help feeling a little nervous, so I only prepared at the entrance, waiting for the right moment.
"One day, a prince rode in on horseback because he had heard that a lovely little princess lived in this house. So the prince came to find her. The prince knocked on the door first, and then went in..." As the words continued, I held the prince and knocked a few times on her petals, then slowly inserted myself.
"The prince went inside and walked on the warm carpet, looking everywhere for the princess, but he didn't see her. So he started searching and searching, looking to the left, but she wasn't there; looking to the right, she wasn't there either. Was she hiding up there? The prince looked up and searched and searched..." The penis went in and out, thrusting left and right. The girl's face was flushed, and her eyes weren't as bright as before when she looked at me. They seemed a little dazed, and I didn't know if she was immersed in the fairy tale or intoxicated by her own body and mind.
I continued, delving deeper: "The prince couldn't find the princess and was very anxious, so he searched the innermost part of the house. Finally, he found the princess, who was tiny, like a pea, and named 'The Princess and the Pea.' As soon as the prince saw her, he happily kissed her, and the princess was also very happy. So the two of them played hide-and-seek inside, with the prince running out and back in, always kissing the princess when he went in. The prince... the prince..." Oh my God, I don't know if this great prince and princess story I created can touch the girl's heart, but it had an unexpected effect on me. After only a short while, I became very hot and didn't have time to control myself. The volcano erupted, and the prince, princess, and the little house were all submerged in the scalding lava... The girl in red often came to buy things, and over time, we became familiar with each other, but I didn't dare to talk to her. If someone misunderstood and thought I was making advances on her, the consequences would be very serious.
People in my hometown are unpredictable when it comes to judging things. Two equally beautiful women might be viewed differently: one might be revered as a celestial being, admired and envied by everyone, while the other might be seen as a demon, getting a basin of foot-washing water poured over her head as she walks. There's no logic to it; it's all about gut feeling. Plus, matters between men and women are prone to speculation, so it's best to avoid getting involved. If she happens to be in the shop when she comes, I just nod to her as a greeting, then quickly move away or go sit in the office.
Niu seems to be getting closer to her, and she seems to get along well with Niu too. After I leave, she lingers for a while after buying her things, sometimes even opening her snacks and sharing some with Niu, chatting as they eat. This is good; Zhizhi doesn't come often, so this girl can keep Niu company.
Before I knew it, the year was drawing to a close. I took a portion of the profits to the township government and gave it to the Party Secretary and the village head, saying that the small shop had received attention from the leaders, and this money was for purchasing some office supplies. The two leaders were surprised by this good fortune, and they happily accepted the money, even pretending to ask for a receipt. Hmph, a receipt is just a blank slip; they'll just use it
secretly later anyway. Since I was doing them a favor, I decided to be generous. So I said, "Forget it, a receipt would go into the treasury. This little bit of money will generate revenue for the township, so we don't have to report to higher authorities later when we need it, which is troublesome. Just provide whatever office needs; you two can decide." The implication was that they should decide how to divide it. The two leaders smiled knowingly and said in unison, "Good, good, you, Lao Cao, have thought of everything." On
the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, I sent someone to call Shengwa over, gave him Niu's wages, and some fruits and pastries. I called Niu over and said to Shengwa, "It's almost New Year's, so you can take these home and try them." In front of Shengwa, I gave Niu a red envelope and said, "This is Niu's New Year's money. You can take it after the third day of the New Year.
Don't let Niu go through the New Year with empty pockets. Also, when Niu goes home, you can't hit her, you can't scold her, and you can't make her do heavy work. If you hit her, scold her, or make her tired, or if she doesn't do her job well here, I'll deduct her wages." Shengwa nodded repeatedly, his eyes crinkling with a smile. He reached out and pulled Niu over, saying, "Niu, quickly say goodbye to Dad and come home with Dad for the New Year." Watching the father and daughter disappear from sight, I turned back to the shop with a sense of loss, took the gifts for my family, and embarked on my journey home. It was getting dark earlier and earlier, especially in the mountainous areas. While those living on the plains were praising the beautiful sunset where the sun disappeared below the horizon, the sun here had already tumbled into the valley. If I didn't leave soon, I wouldn't be able to get home before dark. On
the third day of the Lunar New Year, a rare sunny day, I was out visiting relatives when my nephew ran up to me and told me to come home early because he had something urgent. I was about to leave when my hosts insisted I stay for a meal. I had no choice but to quickly finish my meal and say goodbye. By
the time I got home, it was almost dark. When I entered the house, I saw the table already set. My two older brothers and sisters-in-law, as well as my cousin, were all inside. I went in to greet them and then we all sat around the table. According to the custom in the countryside, adult women are generally not allowed to sit at the table. Only after my repeated requests did my cousin and sister-in-law sit down. My mother went to the kitchen to cook.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, I asked, "Dad, what's the matter that you called me back?" My dad glared at me. "There must be something you need. What is it? Ask your sister." "Niu'er," my cousin interrupted before I could ask, still calling me by my childhood nickname, "These three brothers are all very capable and righteous. If you become relatives with them, I doubt anyone in this village will dare to bully you. Don't think that just because you work in the township government you're so great. In this village, many things still rely on these people to get things done." "Wait, wait, sister, what is it? I'm getting more and more confused." I interrupted my cousin.
My two sisters-in-law burst into laughter. "Sister is finding you a wife." "Huh?" My brain short-circuited instantly, just like when my daughter suddenly recognized me as her father.
"I've met this girl before. She's very pretty, only seventeen. I had Blind Wang calculate her fortune, and it says you two are a perfect match. I don't know what it is about my son that attracted her so much; she insists on meeting you. The day after tomorrow is an auspicious day, so let's go take a look, okay?" My cousin said, her face beaming.
"The day after tomorrow? No, I still..." I had no intention of going on
a blind date; I had to decline. "Still? What do you mean, still? You think you're young? Look at all your childhood playmates' sons; they're all running around in the mountains now. Are you out of your mind? I can't lose face. Your sister has been running around arranging this for you. Go the day after tomorrow!" My dad put down the wine glass he was holding and rudely interrupted me, making the decision for me.
I know that early marriage is still a custom in the countryside. Most people in their twenties like me are already married, and those who aren't are from poor families. Not long after I returned to my hometown, matchmakers started coming to my door. At that time, I was troubled by the decision to return home, and my college girlfriend broke up with me without hesitation when she heard I was coming back. She had a strong aversion to women, so I refused them all. If someone with my conditions didn't want to find a wife, people might think I had a physical defect, and my dad wouldn't tolerate that.
"I'll go, and if it doesn't work out, it's not my fault." I couldn't go against my dad's wishes, nor could I offend my cousin.
"Who says it has to work out right away? Marriage is determined by God. Go and have a match first." My cousin was happy to reassure me when she saw that I had agreed.
After dinner, my two older brothers and dad played cards, my sisters-in-law went to take care of their naughty nephews, my cousin helped my mom clean up, and I watched the card game for a while out of boredom before going outside to the open space.
The moonlight shone quietly on the ground, and a thin veil veiled the distant trees. Layers of clear clouds, like smoke and mist, drifted in the moonlight.
"Niu'er, what are you doing?" I turned around and saw my cousin standing behind me. In the moonlight, she looked even more charming than usual. I went over and took her hand. Long hours of physical labor had made her hands a little rough, but they were still supple.
My cousin lowered her head, letting me hold her hand obediently for a while before quickly pulling it back. "Don't do that, Niu'er. It's not good if people see. Niu'er is all grown up now, she should have her own pen." Her soft words evoked childhood memories. I clearly remember that day, the moonlight was also beautiful... "Did I explain everything to you clearly?" My cousin's question pulled my thoughts back from my distant childhood to the present. Seeing my blank look, my cousin said angrily, "Didn't you listen to what I told you?" "No, no. Sister, I was listening." "Hmph," my cousin expressed her dissatisfaction, "When you go, put away your airs of a college student and a director. You're going on a blind date, not conducting an inspection." "Actually, you know this family. You fought with them before, the Xue family of Xiawan." My cousin mentioned it again, but I still didn't remember. I fought with the Xue family in Xiawan a lot when I was a child. Almost everyone in Xiawan has the surname Xue, just like most people here have the surname Cao. How could I remember so many?
Blind dates are simple; it's just a glance between the two parties, no words needed. If they feel the first impression is good, they get married, the man gives a gift, they start dating, and eventually they get engaged, have a big banquet, and the woman moves to the man's house. As for legal marriage, it's usually done after they've reached a certain age. "It's just a glance, what's so scary?" I encouraged myself.
On the morning of the fifth day, after breakfast, amidst my parents' admonitions and my sister-in-law's laughter, I went out with my cousin. On a tree branch by the door, a magpie chirped, "Hmm, good luck, this will work out." My cousin looked delighted.
Compared to my perfunctory attitude, the Xue family seemed a bit too grand. Seeing my cousin and me arrive, they even set off a small string of firecrackers, treating us like honored guests, which made me feel embarrassed.
Upon entering, we exchanged pleasantries for a while. I recognized the vaguely familiar face of the third brother of the Xue family, and after a moment's thought, I finally remembered. Without hesitation, I called out, "Gouwa, it's you!" The third brother, seeing I recognized him, nodded happily, "Yes, yes, I didn't dare say anything, afraid you'd forgotten." "Forget the person, but forget the beating? You and my second brother beat me so badly I rolled around in the paddy field, and then Dad beat me again when I got home. Damn it, I've never suffered such a loss!" I blurted out a curse, and everyone in the room laughed.
With a good start, the atmosphere became much more relaxed, and I talked more with the Xue brothers, chatting animatedly, until a strikingly beautiful girl appeared from behind the curtain. Only then did I remember my purpose.
The Xue father spoke up: "Come, come, Qinwa, this is Director Cao, Director Cao, this is Xue Qin, my daughter." A girl in red! I was startled and almost cried out, but thankfully I reacted quickly and immediately gave a textbook greeting:
"Hello, Sister Xue."
"Hello, Director Cao," she replied like a parrot, glancing at me before turning her face away. I quickly turned my head away as well.
"Come, come, let's drink!" Old Master Xue laughed heartily and raised his glass.
Leaving the Xue family home, I was already a little tipsy. The Xue brothers wanted to see me off, but my cousin firmly refused. Halfway there, the alcohol kicked in, and I walked increasingly unsteadily. Seeing that I was walking unsteadily, my cousin, afraid I would fall, put my hand on her shoulder and supported me. It
felt as if I was embracing a cloud, a mist, a hazy, warm vapor. I buried my face in her round shoulder; her hair, her skin, the scent of fallen leaves and earth around us, all blended into an intoxicating fragrance. My hand unconsciously reached for her chest, but my cousin grabbed it, preventing me from touching her, and whispered, "Niu'er, you're all grown up now. Settle down and live your own life. I'm a mother now. Don't think about the past, okay?" A bird chirped somewhere. The branches swayed, and a few more yellow leaves drifted down.
It was already noon when I got up. At lunchtime, my dad asked with a smile, "How was it?" "Dizzy, the alcohol hasn't worn off yet," I answered honestly.
"Nonsense, I wasn't asking if you were dizzy, I was asking about your blind date." "Oh, I went on one." Besides drinking, I had no recollection of anything else from yesterday.
"Of course I know you went on a blind date! I was asking what you thought of it!" My dad was clearly angry and yelled.
My dad's loud shout jolted my brain, which was still battling the alcohol, back to reality. I quickly roused myself:
"Dad, what's the big deal if it's so soon? I need to think about it."
"Hmm, this is a big deal. You need to think it over. Tell your sister when you've made up your mind." My dad was satisfied with my answer. Hearing my dad's words, I looked up, listened again, and asked, "Where's my sister?" "She went back early this morning. She's been here for a few days, and she has things to do at home." My mom came in with a plate of dishes and took over the conversation.
I wanted to talk to my cousin, but she was gone. I felt a little disappointed.
In my hometown, the New Year celebrations don't end until after the Lantern Festival. I couldn't stay home until the ninth day. A scholar had passed the imperial examination and was now a local official. Matchmakers kept coming to pay their respects. It was really unbearable to be drunk all the time. I used the excuse of having to work to prove myself and hurriedly left home, returning to my own cozy nest.
I simply cooked a bowl of noodles. I was tired of eating too much meat and fish these days, so this bowl of noodles tasted especially delicious. With nothing to do, I took a shower and lay in bed early, half-closing my eyes, thinking about Niu, my cousin, the girl in red named Xue Qin, and the small shop… I felt I should go to Niu's house to see if he had been beaten or scolded, so I headed there.
It was another overcast day, but it didn't look like it was going to snow. The wind was biting and dry; dust and yellow leaves lingered on the paths, in the open fields, and in the corners of the houses, unable to find a place to settle. Occasionally, a few crows flew anxiously across the gloomy sky. The fields, which had already been flooded in winter, began to freeze, shrink, and crack, and the earth was a pale white. All the branches had lost their leaves, bare and suddenly looked much older.
I hurried along the narrow path, the ice under my feet crunching under my feet. I ignored it all, only wanting to see Niu as soon as possible.
Finally, I saw Niu's house. I walked quickly with joy, when suddenly I faintly heard Niu calling for her father. Was she being beaten? I couldn't help but jog to her door. The big yellow dog was nowhere to be seen, and the door was ajar.
Strange, I clearly heard Niu calling for her father. I went into the room and saw that Shengwa's room was also closed. It wouldn't be good to go in like this. I peeked through the crack in the door... Niu was lying naked on the bed, her hands and feet bound and stretched into a "big" shape. Her father, naked, was on top of her, just as she said, "his buttocks were swaying." Niu was twisting her body desperately, perhaps in unbearable pain. She shouted again, "Daddy~ Daddy~" "You son of a bitch Shengwa, I'm going to kill you today!" My anger rose, and I kicked out. The door was ajar, and I rushed into the room, foot and all. I couldn't stop in time and fell to the ground with a thud.
My head hurt terribly from hitting the floor. I slowly stood up and picked up the blanket.
"Dad~", damn it, the voice in my dream was still so clear. It's unbelievable. I've been drinking too much these past few days, I'm even hallucinating. I need to sober up. I made the bed, ready to go back to sleep.
"Dad~ Dad~" It wasn't a hallucination! I went to the window and saw Niu at the front door, carrying a big rooster in one hand and a piece of cured pork hock in the other.
"Hey, I'll open the door." I didn't care that I was only wearing a thin shirt and pants, I ran downstairs, opened the door, Niu darted in, and I hurriedly closed the door.
Niu carried the things to the kitchen, laughing, "Dad's sleeping in, huh? I called for ages." "Yeah, yeah, I'm going upstairs now, it's so cold." I thought to myself, those few times you called "Dad" almost made me kill your dad.
I was sitting on the bed, wearing a coat, amused by my dream, when Niu came in and sat next to me. Looking at her flushed face and holding her cold hand, I said, "Are you cold? Why did you come today? Didn't we agree to come after the fifteenth?" "I've been here for days, but every time I see the door locked, so I have to go back," Niu muttered, sounding like she was complaining.
"Did your dad hit you?" I asked, still a little resentful about the dream.
"No, Mom and Dad are very good to me. They say I'm capable and can earn money," Niu said, proudly raising her head.
"Then why don't you stay home a few more days? You could play with your sister." "My sister and her mom went to Grandma's house and won't be back until after the New Year. I… they play cards at night and ignore me. It's boring." Niu shook her head as she spoke, whether out of dissatisfaction or simply because she found it boring.
I suddenly became alert: "You… you're not saying you're here with me, are you?" "No, Dad, nobody asked me, and I didn't say anything," Niu said, not sounding like she was lying.
"So you came to my place before the New Year was over, didn't your dad say anything?"
"He did, he told me to work hard and earn more money, and he also told me to bring you a piece of meat and a chicken. They're so heavy, they've exhausted me." The girl said this with an air of being a hard-working and meritorious person.
"Hehe, you're something else," I praised her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hmm, Daddy didn't wash his mouth, I'll get you some water." I said, running downstairs to bring the water up. After I washed my face and rinsed my mouth, you went to empty the water before coming up.
Ah, having you around makes all the difference. I reached out and pulled you close, undressing you.
You let me hold you obediently for a while, then immediately reverted to your mischievous self: "Daddy, I want to ride a horse!" "Okay," I replied, rolling over in my arms, and you were nestled against my chest. "That's not how you ride," you protested, trying to roll off.
I held her tightly, preventing her from moving, and laughed, "You can ride like this, haha..." The girl clearly didn't accept this idea and tried even harder to break free. I chuckled and didn't let her down. In this tug-of-war between struggling and holding on, my large, dormant penis, which had been idle for over ten days, quietly rose, like a lurking venomous snake spotting its prey, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
During our playful roughhousing, I felt the girl's body touching my penis—it seemed to be her buttocks, or perhaps her mons pubis, whatever the fleshy part.
The girl clearly noticed the change in my body, abruptly stopping her struggles, lying on top of me, looking up at me with a mischievous grin.
"What's wrong, girl?" I asked her deliberately.
The little girl chuckled mischievously, climbed up a little, and whispered in my ear, "Daddy, the prince's grown bones!" "Yeah, that's right. The prince hasn't seen the princess in so long, he misses her, so he's grown bones. Does your princess miss the prince? Is the door open yet?" I reached around the little girl's bottom, my fingers heading straight for that familiar area. It was already slightly damp; all my efforts had paid off.
The little girl lay on top of me, her chin resting on my chest, looking at me with dreamy eyes.
My hand didn't stop; the little house became increasingly wet, and the little girl's breathing became a little rapid, her face pressed against my chest. I felt it was time to introduce a new lesson.
"Little girl, is it fun for Daddy to touch your little house?" I asked her.
The little girl didn't answer, but her face against my chest felt very hot.
"Honey, Daddy's touching your little house, how about you touch your prince too?" I said, pushing her feet to my side and her body down a bit, letting her face rest on my lower abdomen. I took her little hand and guided it towards my penis.
She didn't resist, but her whole body was under the covers, so I couldn't see her expression. I guess she probably didn't have any expression at all. This thing had been through countless times in her hands during washing, but this was the first time since it started "growing bones." Her little hand moved back and forth on my skeletal penis, and I used my fingers to probe her little house.
She poked her head out from under the covers and said, "Fun, so hard."
"Do you like the prince, honey?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes," she replied without hesitation.
That was the answer I wanted, so I went straight to my real purpose: "If you like it, you should kiss it." The girl hesitated a little, so I continued, "Daddy likes you, so Daddy will kiss you." After saying that, I gently kissed her cheek and added, "Go on, the prince is waiting for you." Perhaps encouraged by my example, the girl burrowed under the covers. I couldn't see anything, but I felt my penis being touched by two warm little lips in a flash before separating. It seems I was too hasty and missed a step.
When the girl peeked out, I still praised her.
"Come here, let Daddy kiss you." The missed lesson needed to be made up, so I said, bringing my lips to hers.
The girl didn't seem to understand what to do, so she obediently let my tongue dart between her teeth.
After a while, I said to Niu, "Where's Niu's tongue? Let's have a battle with Daddy's tongue, okay?" Then I put my mouth to hers. She understood this "battle" very well. At first, she was a little stiff, but quickly her tongue intertwined with mine, sometimes touching, sometimes swallowing. I then lifted her onto my lap, letting her ride on my stomach. I held her waist and lowered her, while my little prince, with his long bones, came to meet her. The little prince skillfully slipped into the princess's little house.
Niu seemed a little unaccustomed to this position, a little lost. She didn't seem to know where to put her hands and feet.
I held her little bottom, guiding her up and down, while encouraging her, "Look, this way you can ride a horse, and the prince and princess can be together. Isn't that fun?" "Mmm," Niu made a soft sound, I couldn't tell if she agreed or if it was an unconscious sound.
"Niu, ride by yourself for a while, this is also a lot of fun," I encouraged her.
As always, the new lesson would make her hesitate for a moment, but she would eventually start to act with my encouragement.
The girl carefully began to move her bottom back and forth. While I comfortably enjoyed this effortless comfort, I cupped her peach-blossom-like face in my hands, looking into her clear, large eyes, and tenderly stroked her cheeks.
It was a real face; the eyes were real, bright and spirited, without that affected, half-open look; the nose was real, though it occasionally panted, it would never make those affected "hmm" sounds; the mouth was real, except for the occasional involuntary slight tremor, it would never make those exaggerated "ahh" sounds; the expression was real, joyful and happy, clearly visible at a glance, absolutely without any expression of suffering or pain. Perhaps this is the biggest difference between a girl and an adult? The lurking venomous snake chose the most opportune moment to launch its final attack, spewing out its long-accumulated venom.
[The End]

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