Blue clouds

Chapter One:
After obtaining two master's degrees from Xuanwu University, I was single-mindedly focused on going to the battlefield. After passing the physical examination, I chose to join the Marine Corps, eagerly anticipating making a name for myself under the White Tiger banner and honoring my ancestors. I still remembered what my father had told me when I was a child: "When a man's ideals are grand, the world becomes grand too." Although my father never returned, I remembered his words.
A few days later, my enlistment notice arrived. Warehouse keeper at the Fifth Base of the Logistics Department of Qingshan Fortress in the East China Sea Theater. My hand trembled uncontrollably as I held the notice, my blood rushing to my head. If I had looked in the mirror then, I would have looked like a mad tiger with bloodshot eyes. What the hell is this? A warehouse keeper? While my classmates and friends were winning medal after medal on the battlefield, while they were bringing honor and benefits to the country step by step, I could only look like an 80-year-old man guarding a warehouse? How could I face the world then? What was the point of talking about grand ideals and a vast world? I'd been careful to avoid her, but I forgot. Once she sets her mind on something, she'll never forget it. She… is my aunt's daughter, my cousin Lily.
I kicked open her office door with a vengeance, rushed to her, and, glaring into her eyes, said through gritted teeth, "I want to reapply for military service. I want to join the Marines. I want to go to war!" Lily turned to her two stunned secretaries and said, "You can leave now. Close the door behind you." A soft click sounded as the door closed behind her. She returned to her seat and sat down gracefully. She was petite, beautiful, and possessed a kind of elegance that was often praised by the common people, leading many to describe her as a poised and graceful princess. But I hated her elegance, especially when we argued. Her refined manner only fueled my anger, making me feel uneasy and immature.
But today I decided to ignore her elegance. I knew she always acted so elegantly when we were together, just to provoke me, to make me lose my composure, to make me give in to her. I couldn't fall for that trick today.
She crossed her legs in the large leather swivel chair and casually adjusted her dark blue navy skirt.
She took out a pack of Maple Leaf cigarettes from her jacket pocket, lit one, and took a light puff. Through the thin smoke, she looked up at me.
"This isn't just my decision; everyone in my family insisted I do it. I can't agree to your re-enlistment, and besides, the Marine Corps is full. If you're really interested, I can consider transferring you next year during draft." My family doesn't agree? I believe that. Since my father passed away, my mother and two older sisters have practically treated me like a goddess, and my aunt, needless to say, moved in to be by my side. Until the day before I went to university, I hadn't even participated in military training in junior high or high school. If university military training hadn't been a mandatory coming-of-age ceremony mandated by law, sleeping on a wooden plank bed in a military camp would have been a pipe dream for me
. "I don't care, I want to go to the front-line combat unit. I don't care what method you use, even the army's border defense regiment is fine, I just want to fight."
After firmly declaring my determination, I turned and sat down on the sofa. Suddenly remembering I was out of cigarettes, I got up, took her box of maple leaves, lit one, took a deep drag, and stopped looking at her.
The wall clock ticked away, and the two of us fell silent for a moment, with only two plumes of smoke drifting and mingling. After
finishing her cigarette, Lily stood up. "What do you want for lunch? How about I make you some fruit sushi? I just learned it from a chef in Dongying."
I was ashamed to answer such a petty trick. "Hmph, trying to trick me with a meal of sushi? No way..." I exhaled a smoke ring, watching it dissipate, and calmly said, "Little sister, I'm a man. I can't hide behind a woman forever. I have to come out and face the wind and rain, see the lightning and hear the thunder. Even if I die, I'll know I've lived. Otherwise, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
Lily silently walked from behind her desk to me, knelt down, and took my hands in hers. Her large, dark eyes were filled with tears, her small mouth twitching, and in a moment, tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto my leg.
"Brother, what will I do if you're gone? Do you want me to die with you?" In this critical moment, to get things done, you have to say a few tough words. But her small hands were so cold, and each tear struck my heart. What tough words could I possibly say? I could only wipe away the tears again and again, rubbing her cold hands repeatedly.
"Little sister, I'll be alright. I promise you, once the war is over, I'll come back safe and sound and return to you." Even I felt like I'd said nothing at all.
Lily buried her face in my hands. "Even if the kingdom loses the war, as long as you live, I've won." How could I make her understand that I absolutely had to go?
Lily snapped on the intercom on her desk and told her secretary outside that all afternoon activities were canceled, and that in case of emergency, she should call her at home.
Then she opened a drawer, took out two pistols, one large and one small, and tucked them into the holsters on her waist and under her skirt. This was essential protection; the Incas had planned more than one assassination attempt against her over the years, two of which had almost succeeded.
The first time was at a dance. A handsome man invited her to dance. As they twirled and danced to the music, the man suddenly pulled a short knife from his sleeve and stabbed her in the chest with lightning speed. The knife pierced her coat, then the metal cigarette case of Maple Leaf brand cigarettes, finally stopping at the Burmese jade pendant her aunt had given her, unable to go any further.
The handsome man was then quickly killed by a swift-thinking army colonel who shattered his throat with a single blow. Afterwards, I opened Lily's bra and found that although there was no wound at the stab site, there was a bruise the size of the jade pendant. Long afterward, people joked with her that what a woman gets from a handsome man is often a fatal blow.
The second time was on her way to work. A bullet lodged in her ribs; if it had gone in, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Only one member of her guard squad survived that time. If she hadn't used the weapons left behind by her guards to kill the three assassins charging at the front, she would have died in a hail of bullets before the rescuers arrived. After that, she always carried two guns with her, but only I knew that she also concealed a weapon, which she wouldn't use until the very last moment.
Sitting in her spacious Hongqi armored car, she was visibly more relaxed. Her small hand casually took one of my hands and placed it on her lap, then she leaned closer. She knew my personality; she knew everything about me. No matter how angry I was, I couldn't push away a woman who was so gentle and approaching. All
I could do was grit my teeth, raise my arm, and pull her closer. I didn't need to look to know that she must have a smug smile on her face. This made me even angrier at myself. Why did I go home with her? Why couldn't I stick to my ideals in her office? Was I destined to never win in front of her?
Even just once…
The car exited the highway, turned onto Yushu Street, and was home after two more intersections.
I couldn't help but sigh deeply. Hearing my dejected sigh, she looked up at me from my arms for a moment, then turned her head back and buried herself in my chest. After a while, I heard a weak voice from inside me say, "Brother, I might be pregnant."
Thirty-three years after the great war, in the spring, the killing of humanity had not stopped, and conscription notices were still being sent to every eligible citizen as scheduled.
The world's total population has dwindled to less than a billion. Heavy industries in all countries have been destroyed and rendered inoperable, making the production of new weapons and equipment impossible. Everyone is now fighting with stockpiled inventory. Especially in recent years, weapons that have been sealed off for over a century have been unearthed, and the battlefield has reverted to the era of rifles and grenades, primarily based on the principle of gunpowder vapor expansion. The warring parties can only barely maintain this level of weapons production using some broken production lines.
"If the production of rifles and grenades cannot be guaranteed, then equipping ourselves with cold weapons is the only option," the defense minister said at a luncheon last month.
The equipment of the navy and air force of various countries is even more diverse. Some naval museums converted from warships before the war are now the backbone of the fleet, even serving as flagships for some fleets. The air force is even worse; fewer and fewer ships can fly, and the air forces of some countries are essentially defunct.
However, rebuilding heavy industry is extremely difficult, firstly due to the massive loss of technical personnel, and secondly because most production equipment has been destroyed. In some major countries, only a small portion of heavy industry and light industry that hadn't been severely impacted could barely maintain production. The good news was that agriculture had recovered, and basic food and necessities were no longer a concern.
The bad news was that ceasefire agreements between major powers had failed to be signed again—this was the umpteenth time already—and it seemed the war would continue indefinitely.
In reality, at this point, all countries were exhausted. The only reasons for continuing the war were religion and men.
Before the war, various religions flourished across the world. After the outbreak of war, the widespread proliferation of weapons following mobilization further exacerbated the already tense relationship between local and central governments.
Nations were at war, regions were at war, and local and central governments were at war. In this chaotic world, the functions of governments at all levels were repeatedly weakened, while religious organizations quickly established prestige and gradually formed powerful forces.
Consequently, it wasn't long before some local governments and even some central governments became intertwined with these religious organizations. There's no other reason than that religious organizations are better at rallying people's hearts. With people comes power, and with power comes survival. From that day on, war became a war fought for one's own god, and thus, human warfare eventually evolved into a war of gods.
Another reason concerns men. The large-scale use of nuclear weapons and other high-energy weapons drastically reduced the world's population. Once all the nuclear bombs were used up and nuclear radiation levels dropped to tolerable levels, a terrible side effect of thermonuclear and high-energy weapons was discovered: a severe imbalance in the sex ratio of newborns. Excluding those with obvious radiation aftereffects, newborn girls accounted for 79%, while newborn boys accounted for less than 29%. Men became the world's biggest problem; more accurately, the lack of men became one of the most troublesome problems facing governments worldwide.
The Peony Kingdom was a new kingdom built on the foundations of ancient China, with a vast territory, but its post-war population shrank to less than 100 million. It formed a tripartite balance with the Ice Empire to the north and the Inca Kingdom to the east, engaging in both warfare and trade. These three kingdoms were the three strongest empires of their time, but many surrounding smaller states also harbored resentment, leading to years of constant warfare and immense suffering.
Ten years after the outbreak of the great war, several governments and local organizations began drafting and revising their legal codes, introducing a series of new laws concerning family and marriage, aiming to increase population and stabilize society. This was because disputes over male heirs had escalated into wars in many places.
Thanks to breakthroughs in DNA technology that minimized the consequences of inbreeding, the Peony Kingdom followed the example of the Ice and Inca kingdoms and promulgated a new legal code that permitted marriage between close relatives.
One provision stipulated that a man could marry an unlimited number of wives after submitting a marriage application. If there were no male relatives of either the man or woman after marriage, all their immediate female relatives would automatically become the man's legal wives.
This automatically generated marital relationship was called dowry, and the man could not evade this legal responsibility; those who violated it would be punished according to law. To ensure reproductive rights and maintain basic family interests, and to allow citizens to undergo artificial insemination, though the kingdom does not encourage this practice, as a large number of families lacking male members would harm the kingdom's long-term development.
Chapter Two:
Auntie's daughter, Lily, was born through artificial insemination. The sperm came from a deceased Dongying scientist, Ono Masakazu. Strictly speaking, my cousin is from Dongying, of mixed race; her real name is Ono Yuri.
She inherited her father's meticulous thinking and possessed her aunt's lively and cheerful nature, making her a child prodigy from a young age.
At twelve, she entered the best women's university, Zhuque College of Arts and Sciences; at nineteen, she earned a doctorate in oceanography and a master's degree in naval military science from Xuanwu University, after which she served in the East China Sea Fleet. During those years, the navy was engaged in fierce fighting with the Inca's western expeditionary fleet in the East China Sea. She rose rapidly from a junior staff officer in the fleet headquarters, and within two years was transferred to the large battleship Princess Baikal as second mate.
During the Second Battle of the East China Sea, despite the death of her captain, she and First Officer Gao Tong jointly commanded a well-planned and bold offensive, leading five small boats to break through the enemy's naval interception line, sinking a submarine and damaging and capturing the Western Expeditionary Fleet's flagship, the Hercules.
Seeing their formation disrupted, the other members of the East China Sea Fleet swarmed in, ultimately forcing the Western Expeditionary Fleet to retreat and relieving the crisis in the East China Sea. After the battle, His Majesty personally awarded her and Gao Tong with honors at the victory banquet, and both were directly promoted to captain. They later pursued further studies in naval operational command at the National Defense University. Under His Majesty's fervent patronage, she rose rapidly through the ranks. By the time the Third Battle of the East China Sea concluded, she was already the Chief of Staff of the East China Sea Fleet, holding the rank of Rear Admiral. She was 24 years old that year.
Actually, whenever I think of these events, I feel an indescribable envy. During those years when she led her troops to victory at sea, I was indulging in the comforts of a group of women at home, enjoying a life of ease and pleasure.
Back then, my aunt Ziyu was the one I cared about most. She was incredibly good to me, both in daily life and in bed. Ziyu was always so gentle and kind, trying her best to fulfill even the most unreasonable requests. Unlike my mother and two older sisters, who constantly kept an eye on me under various pretexts and were often jealous of my visits to women outside the family. They made it clear early on that no woman outside the family would be allowed in.
Later, three of my most beautiful female classmates from university and high school were forcibly separated from me through their machinations. This hurt me deeply for many days. In fact, it wasn't just these three girls; there were also two professors from university. The first three, being younger, didn't pass my test, and I haven't even dared to mention the two older ones.
One of the professors, Amy, even gave birth to my daughter, my first child. Now I can only secretly visit them. On the contrary, after Ziyu found out about this, she began to quietly take care of Amy and her daughter, for which I am very grateful. So sometimes I really hate my mother and two older sisters, but I also know that if I really acted recklessly, there would probably be at least thirty, if not fifty, women in the family, and I wouldn't be far from reincarnation. After some deliberation, I decided to make Ziyu my legal wife.
In the kingdom's legal code, the legal wife's position is extraordinary. When the husband is not at home, she is the only one with the right to represent the whole family in handling legal matters, such as property rights. Even if the husband wants to do certain special jobs, the legal wife's approval is required. For example, if the husband wants to join the army, and the legal wife does not agree, then this husband can forget about becoming a military policeman. Also, the consent of the wife who comes into the family after the initial marriage is required. Although other women also have a say in this matter, the first wife's voice undoubtedly carries the most weight.
Naturally, the legal wife directly controls the happiness of the other women in the family.
If Ziyu were my legal wife, I feel I would be secure in every way. She wouldn't mistreat my other women, and even if I did something out of line, she would consider my reputation and not embarrass me too much.
But if it were my mother or my two older sisters, I'd be doomed.
I remember after I started junior high, my mom made sure my two older sisters were always by my side. Later, when they didn't go to the same school as me, my mom personally took me to and from school, afraid I'd be taken advantage of by some woman and deflowered. She said she had to keep my virginity until my sixteenth birthday. Back then, I thought, "You're all watching over me like this, just so you can keep my virginity for yourselves!"
Especially my mom; after I grew up, sometimes I noticed she looked at me like a wolf. Now that I'm an adult, I think my judgment was right. So, for myself and for my woman, Ziyu is the most suitable wife for me. When I told my aunt about this decision, I didn't expect her to strongly object. She said that it wasn't her who needed the title of wife, but Baihe.
Being a wife is no small matter in a woman's world; it's not only a symbol of dignity but also a symbol of status.
How much does her husband love her? In her husband's and others' eyes, does she have a higher status than other women? These are the two things that women fight most fiercely about, things connected to men.
Vice Admiral Nasha, the commander of the East China Sea Fleet, is looked down upon by many because she isn't the legal wife. Some women even speak ill of her to her face, which she pretends not to hear.
It's said she moved in with her niece as part of her dowry. Despite being the fleet commander, her husband's family includes several prominent women, including the CEO of a large conglomerate.
She's old and past her prime, so it's no wonder her young husband doesn't appreciate her. Faced with strong marital discrimination from the female community, Vice Admiral Nasha can only compromise, prioritizing avoiding mistakes over achieving merit. She remains silent, hidden behind her many young women at home. Over time, she's become less involved in the fleet's daily operations. In recent years, everyone in the East China Sea Fleet only consults Baihe for matters. My second sister says that after the Spring Festival, Baihe's official appointment as commander might be announced, and Vice Admiral Nasha will retire.
Alas, the world of women is a cutthroat place!
It seems Ziyu is terrified that Baihe will suffer the same fate. She'd rather forgo the title of principal wife herself than let her daughter suffer. Hearing that Ziyu wanted to give the principal wife position to Baihe, I was vehemently opposed. Baihe is far more astute than my mother and two older sisters; nothing escapes her keen eyes.
If she marries into the family and becomes the first wife, what will become of me? Amy and her daughter will be destined to be lonely ghosts for life. In this world, women without a man to take them in are looked down upon by other women. Only heaven, earth, and themselves know the pain they endure.
If it weren't for me, a man, whom they could rely on from the start, I don't know how these women in the family would have survived all these years.
I told Ziyu my worries without reservation, and she burst out laughing, tapping my forehead with a finger. "You lazy bum, all you care about is women's physical desires. When will you ever grow up? Don't make your mother and me worry like this."
I chuckled dryly twice. "Once I've married all of you, I can finally focus on making money."
Ziyu blushed and lowered her head, fiddling with the small handkerchief in her hand. After a while, she said, "Actually, you can talk to Baihe about Amy's matter before the wedding. She'll agree."
"What if she doesn't agree?"
Ziyu punched my leg with her little fist. "Are you stupid? You're her only man. She's too busy doting on you to refuse such a small thing." I moved over and pulled Ziyu into my arms. "Little girl, can you agree to something small?" I picked her up and nuzzled her face and neck, making her giggle. She punched my shoulder with her little fists, clutching her handkerchief. "Little girl, my penis is hard. I want your body." My nose touched hers, then I touched her lips. After a few touches, she pinched my face. "Look at you, you've got lipstick on your lips. Don't move, let me wipe it off for you." "I have another place to wipe." Ziyu smiled and ignored me, lying in my arms, carefully wiping my nose with her little handkerchief. She stopped wiping my face, cupped it in her hands, and gazed at me with deep affection. Her face flushed and her breathing quickened. "Brother, I feel so happy to have such a handsome husband!" I suddenly felt a pang of sadness. Looking at Ziyu carefully, I realized she had aged considerably over the years. The pressures from both inside and outside the family were slowly eroding her beauty. She was only in her forties, but compared to photos from ten years ago, she looked noticeably older. The little aunt who used to hold me and take naps when I was young was becoming increasingly distant from the Ziyu before me.
Ziyu seemed to read my thoughts in my eyes, "Is my sister getting old?" "My little girl, you'll never get old. Even if that day comes, I'll still hold your little hand and slowly walk from east to west, and then from west to east." The matter of choosing Baihe as my wife
in Chapter Three
went surprisingly smoothly at the family meeting. Normally, a man doesn't need to discuss this with other women. But out of respect for my mother and two older sisters, I still solemnly called them all in for a meeting. As soon as I mentioned the idea, my mother and sisters agreed. I had prepared a bunch of high-sounding arguments, but suddenly I had no use for them and was caught off guard. Sitting on the sofa, I looked at the three of them with a puzzled expression.
My eldest sister was lying next to me. From the moment I sat down, she stretched her little feet under my armpits, unconsciously rubbing them together. She would sometimes tickle me with her toes; it's always been her favorite game, one she's played since childhood.
When it was her turn to speak, she said that Baihe currently has the highest social status in our family, and at this rate, she'll be a general someday. The whole family will depend on her in the future, and we can't let anyone look down on Baihe. Therefore, protecting Baihe's status is protecting our family's interests. It seems that although Mom and my second sister gave different reasons, they probably thought the same thing. Good, now that they're on the same page, things will be easier. I asked them to choose a date to marry Baihe, and the three women immediately started chattering. I couldn't get a word in edgewise, so I made an excuse and quickly slipped out of the house.
I, Lin Hao, am 27 years old this year, one year older than my cousin, Xiao Ye Baihe. The legal marriage age for men in the kingdom is sixteen. Without realizing it, I've really married late. Thinking back to my childhood... My friends, who doesn't have a harem of wives and children?
But I only have one little daughter, and she can't even officially come to live with us yet. Looking at the large groups of children surrounding other men, I'm truly envious.
It's strange, but over the years, only Amy has had a child; none of the other women have. Sometimes I feel a little empty inside. Ah! Never mind, I won't think about it anymore.
Actually, choosing Baihe wasn't my original intention, and I didn't have the thoughts my older sister mentioned. But I felt sorry for Ziyu, and I couldn't bear to refuse her request. After all, she was my first woman. They say a woman can't forget her first man, but for me, the first woman who gave me both body and soul, I could never betray her. When I was eight, my father went to the front lines and never returned. Ziyu and my cousin moved in, and she and my mother began to protect me, their
only child.
My mother was the finance director of a company under the government's mining department. She was very busy, and I rarely saw her during the day. She changed jobs when I was almost graduating from junior high so she could keep an eye on me. So, back then, Ziyu would come home to cook lunch for the four of us siblings.
Ziyu had a habit of cuddling me for naps since I was very young. She was a surgeon, and the hospital was very busy; there was practically no time for a lunch break. However, one year while working in battlefield medics, she developed narcolepsy due to overwork. If she didn't take a nap every afternoon, her body couldn't handle it. So, the hospital director granted her special permission to go home and rest for three hours every afternoon, but her evening shift was extended by three hours.
Her narcolepsy only gradually improved after she had me. So, sometimes when this old story comes up, I laugh and say she was just thinking about men, and she blushes and pinches me hard.
At Ziyu's insistence, my siblings and I all developed the habit of taking afternoon naps with her. Usually, my two older sisters and younger sister would go back to their own rooms to sleep, while I would sleep in Ziyu's room. Ziyu's habit was to wear long-sleeved pajamas in the summer, and in the winter, she would take off all her
clothes and crawl into bed. But I, regardless of the season, would always be completely naked. Every day before bed, she would give me a drink she had made herself. After I lay down, she would lean down and take one of my testicles into her mouth, gently touching and warming it with her tongue for about ten minutes, then switch to the other one. After taking both, she would turn over and hold me for my afternoon nap.
For the first few days, I just felt itchy, but Ziyu did this every day, so I asked her curiously, "Auntie, what are you doing?" Her face immediately turned red. "You mustn't tell anyone about this. You're still young, you don't understand yet. Auntie is doing this for you, and for the women of our family. When you grow up, you'll understand."
The Kingdom's laws stipulate that males under the age of sixteen cannot have sexual relations with females. This is to protect underage males and, more importantly, to ensure the quality of the Kingdom's population. However, too many women secretly disregard this law, especially their immediate family members, making it impossible for the law to enforce. Therefore, many of my friends were already adept at sexual relations at a very young age, no longer virgins, and some even became fathers before graduating from junior high school.
The Kingdom welcomes newborns, so eventually, everyone turned a blind eye to the sixteen-year-old rule. At school, some friends would often get together and talk about their family's secrets, some even taking out their penises, adding saliva, and manipulating them until white fluid appeared. But I was never interested in what they talked about. My penis was never as big as theirs, I never had any white fluid, and I never felt that women had the wonderful qualities they described.
I saw my aunt's body when I was eight, knew she didn't have a penis, and even touched her breasts, thinking her skin was quite white—that was all. Every day, I'd fall asleep quickly in her arms, though other thoughts lingered. Sometimes I'd touch my aunt's body, like touching my own hand—but what's so special about touching my own hand? It wasn't like they said, that a woman's entire body is a treasure. But when I was thirteen, I learned that a woman truly is a treasure.
That day, as usual, after drinking my beverage, I darted into bed, eagerly anticipating my aunt licking my testicles. Actually, I didn't feel anything special, just an itch, but it felt like a secret between my aunt and me, a little secret only we could share in a secluded place, unknown to anyone else. So, psychologically, it was still somewhat exciting.
I tossed and turned in bed, urging my aunt to hurry up. Once she was in bed, I spread my legs wide, waiting for that familiar, obligatory lesson. Soon, my aunt snuggled under the covers. First, I felt her hand grasp my penis, then my testicles were enveloped in warmth. Her tongue was incredibly skillful; my little bud was never at peace in her mouth. Her long hair brushed against my inner thighs. Everything was so familiar, yet something was gradually changing.
My heart started racing. My penis rubbed against her face and nose, gradually hardening, growing larger and harder. This had never happened before. Just as I began to feel discomfort, my aunt stopped, abruptly pulling back the covers. She stared intently at my penis, even reaching out to grasp it and sliding it up and down a few times.
Ah, it felt so good. My aunt's hand on my penis brought indescribable pleasure.
She looked up at me and said, "Baby, you've grown up."
I said, "Auntie, I feel uncomfortable."
"Auntie knows, it won't hurt in a moment."
My aunt took off her pajamas and straddled me, reaching down to my penis. She spread her legs and sat down, pinching my penis between her legs with two fingers and brushing it back and forth like a brush. Then she slowed her movements, as if finding a place for it.
My aunt hummed, and warmth enveloped my penis. She pulled my hands up for support, bouncing me up and down like riding a horse. My penis felt like it was in a small mouth.
She enveloped me, warm and moist, making me unwilling to leave… My aunt hummed, sometimes "yes," sometimes "hmm." Later, she grabbed my hands to touch her breasts, but I wasn't tall enough to reach them. She stopped, ignoring my penis inside her, and instead lifted my upper body, tucking a blanket between my back and the pillow. Now I could sit up and touch her breasts.
Ah! It's strange. I've touched my aunt's breasts before, but today is different. They feel soft and plump in my hands, and I can't help but like it. I just want to keep touching them like this. Her penis is noticeably thicker and bigger. As my aunt bounces up and down, I can see it's already very large, surrounded by soft, moving flesh. Every bounce gives me an urge, a desire to be enveloped in that soft flesh.
But my aunt is really heavy. After a while, my legs started to go numb. She must be very tired too, though; she's covered in sweat. I'm sweating too, but not as much as she is. My aunt lowered herself further and further until she was completely on top of me, moaning and panting. Her lower body was still slowly undulating with my penis inside her, undulating... undulating... Gradually, she increased her speed, rubbing my penis harder and harder with her lower body. I began to feel as if there was a mouth biting my penis from below, and the biting became more and more intense. She held me tightly in her arms, her body swaying from side to side. The moment she bit me the hardest was also the moment she swayed the most. Finally, she stopped moving completely, her entire weight pressing down on me.
She was taller than me. When she knelt down, I could grab one of her breasts and put the nipple in my mouth. Her chest had a strong, fleshy scent; it had been faint before, but now the whole room could smell it. Smelling this scent, I suddenly felt a surge of energy drain from my toes to the top of my head. My mind went blank, and I felt a strange, indescribable sensation in my penis. As my body trembled uncontrollably, I ejaculated… It felt like something was leaving my penis, the stimulation to my urethra was incredibly intense. I couldn't help but arch my back, tilt my head back, and scream—the screams were uncontrollable.
For the first few seconds, I was terrified. An unprecedented mix of discomfort and pleasure washed over me. Because of fear, I tried to control what was rushing out of me, but within two or three seconds I knew it was impossible. I couldn't control what was surging out; the urge to control it only amplified the intense pleasure. When I gave up all effort and stopped struggling, it felt like I had already ejaculated for a long time, yet I was still ejaculating, the pleasure still washing over me in waves.
I don't know when I stopped screaming, but I clung tightly to my aunt, letting her take what was inside me. I had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. At this moment, I didn't care what my aunt took from me; I just wanted this pleasure.
Chapter Four:
My aunt sat beside me, legs spread apart, wiping her genitals with a soft tissue, one sheet after another. "Baby, you came so much."
My aunt's watery eyes were full of laughter. She lowered her head and wiped a few more times, even smelling it under her nose. She then held the tissue out to me to show me. There were some jelly-like things on the white tissue. Actually, I had seen these jelly-like things when some of my classmates played with their penises. At that time, I was so envious of them because my own penis never produced these things. Later, I even secretly felt inferior because of this, thinking that I was different from them. When they talked about those things, I would stay far away. Now, it's okay, I have these things too. I don't have to hide from them anymore.
I happily jumped up and ran into my aunt's arms. "Auntie, what are these?" "These are a man's life energy." "Why didn't I have them before?" My aunt smiled. "That's because I locked these energies in for you. I've locked them in for you since you were eight." "Why do I have to lock them in?" "When a man is still young, he can't let them come out too early, it's bad for his health." "Then can they come out more often in the future?" "No, today is just an exception. From today onwards, I'll lock them in for you until I say yes. Also, you can't tell anyone about today, not even your mom." "Mmm, Auntie, it felt so good just now, I want it every day from now on." "Silly baby, do you know what feels good?" My aunt pinched my nose and laughed. "I don't care, I just want it."
"Okay, okay, you want it. Alright, go to sleep now, if you want it, we'll talk about it tomorrow." But the next day at noon, when my aunt put my testicles in her mouth again, my penis didn't get bigger. I felt nothing but itching, and I didn't feel like doing what I did yesterday. Everything was the same as usual. I nestled in my aunt's arms, squeezing her two full breasts, but all the joy I felt yesterday was gone. It was like touching my own hands, just like before, which was incredibly disappointing.
It wasn't fun at all!
I released her breasts, wrapped my arms around her waist, and drifted off to sleep, my mind free of any other thoughts.
It wasn't until after my nineteenth birthday that my aunt told me she had unlocked part of my "lock," and that full unlocking would have to wait until my wedding day.
Later, I understood the meaning of "partial unlocking." It meant I didn't have any active physical desire for women unless they stimulated me. However, even in this partially unlocked state, my sexual ability was incredibly strong. My female classmates and two professors had all actively seduced me. Before we slept together, I didn't find them particularly attractive, but after we had sex and I had my seed in them, I realized how beautiful they were. But for other women, I felt nothing. In other words, only women I had slept with seemed truly alluring to me.
Not long after my nineteenth birthday, my mom and two older sisters seemed to possess an irresistible allure.
One summer night that year, I woke up needing to pee and found my mom beside me. As soon as I woke up, she hugged me tightly, kissed my lips, and shoved her tongue into my mouth, licking everywhere. Then she sucked on my tongue and guided it into her mouth.
She was completely naked, and in the moonlight, I could see that my mom, lying on top of me, was a truly snow-white mass.
She got tired of kissing me, so she grabbed my hand and let me touch her two large breasts. They weren't very elastic, but they were soft and smooth, making it hard to let go. After touching her breasts for a while, I put my left arm around her back. Her back was thick and fleshy, and there was even more flesh under her ribs. I followed her back down and touched her two mounds of flesh. I felt even better than touching her breasts; they were plump and smooth. Maybe Mom had been lying next to me for a long time. Except for the warmth of her tongue in her mouth, her breasts, thighs, and buttocks were cool. My penis quickly became erect in this cool, slippery environment, throbbing between her belly and thighs. She reached out and grabbed my penis, stroking it.
The urge to urinate made me stop. "Mom, I need to pee." Mom, who was lying on top of me, looked up, kissed me on the lips, and stroked my penis a few times. "Go quickly, Mom is waiting for you." After saying that, she rolled over to the inside of the bed, grabbed a pillow, patted it to make a nest in the middle,
and lay down comfortably. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. Maybe my sexual urges were too strong just now, because I couldn't pee for a long time. Standing there with my erect penis, the more anxious I got, the less I could pee. "Have you finished peeing? Hurry up and come back," my mom's voice was much sweeter than usual. If only it could be like this every day.
Before I knew it, my penis had gotten even harder. I stood there for a while longer, still unable to pee, and the urge was getting more and more unbearable.
"Mom, what should I do? I can't pee..."
I heard my mom get out of bed. I held my penis between two fingers and turned towards the bathroom door. My mom appeared quickly. At first, she looked suspicious, then when she saw my erect penis, she burst out laughing.
"Okay, okay, listen to Mom, relax, relax slowly," her voice became even softer. One hand was on my back, gently stroking it from top to bottom, while she kept whimpering. Strangely enough, after a few strokes and whistles, I suddenly relaxed, and slowly my bladder opened up. It was a good pee, and I felt like I had been holding it in for a long time. Mom's whimpering never stopped, and her hand kept stroking my back until the last drop of pee was released. I felt instantly relieved.
When Mom saw that I had finished, she suddenly squatted down and took my now shrunken penis into her mouth, gently sucking on it a few times. My penis felt warm. I gently stroked Mom's face and earlobes with both hands, subconsciously making thrusting motions with her little mouth. My mom slapped my bottom, then spat out my penis. She looked up, a smile on her face, and said, "When you were little, your aunt said your foreskin was too long, and it really was. I should have cut it back then. But I was afraid it would hurt you, so I didn't let them do it. What if they messed it up?" She then lovingly kissed my penis, rubbed it against her cheek, and sniffed it a few times. Then
she added, "It would have been better if you'd cut it back then. Without the foreskin, the little guy might have been more energetic, maybe even bigger." "Is Dad's big?" I asked, not without curiosity. "Sigh, whether it's big or not, it's all in the past." Hearing my mom's somber answer, I suddenly felt sorry for her. She hadn't seen my dad since I was eight years old, which was about seven or eight years.
My mother lived in a world dominated by women. All the other men were tightly controlled by their respective wives, leaving her with little chance. Even the seventh welfare benefit from the social welfare department required waiting in line, and even then, she rarely got a turn. In her daily life, the only things she could use were silicone electric toys, but those were lifeless objects, offering no emotional comfort.
All her hopes were to protect her only son, waiting for him to grow up, to become strong, to marry her, and to transform her into a happy woman again… Without me, what would she hope for in this life? She wasn't just protecting a son, but also her love, her support, and all her future hopes… I pulled my mother into my arms, tightly, feeling her cold skin and the warmth of her breath on my ear. My arms tightened around her, my grip growing stronger, as if I wanted to grow together, to be connected forever, never to be separated.
Chapter Five:
After Amy gave birth to Niu Niu, all my women went silent, which left me deeply frustrated. So over the years, whenever I had the chance, I would diligently pursue my desires. Although it was a half-open lock, I always felt at ease with these women I knew well.
I would visit Amy and Niu Niu about every two or three days. Amy's work was getting busier and busier; starting this year, she was also supervising graduate students. Niu Niu was mostly cared for by the nanny, but Ziyu would try to come over whenever she had free time.
Every time I opened the small fence gate in the yard, a string of wind chimes would ring. If Niu Niu was downstairs at that time, she would open the gate and run towards me, calling "Daddy, Daddy" incessantly. I was always worried that she would fall if she ran too fast, so I would quickly walk a few steps and pick her up in my arms.
Niu Niu was four years old now, and she looked more and more like her mother, especially her two eyes, which were blue just like her mother's. I love looking into Amy's eyes; in those deep blue eyes, I can almost see the ocean and the sky. Now, even the little one's eyes have that sea-like mist in them. It truly makes me marvel at the Creator's ingenious design of biological inheritance. When Amy was heavily pregnant, I often discussed our unborn daughter with her. But even the most rational and intelligent woman would find it difficult to describe her daughter's appearance—either too bad or too good.
Amy never imagined that Niu Niu's eyes would be the same color as hers, while her skin, inherited from my ancient Chinese genes, would be yellow. She could speak at seven months, which astonished Amy, completely contradicting her earlier predictions.
But I told Amy that our Niu Niu was just right. There's an old saying that other people's wives are better, but your own children are the best. In my eyes, Niu Niu is the pinnacle of the world, a simple and happy paradise.
I can play with her all day long, from her various toys to the ants on the lawn in the yard—there's nothing we're not interested in. Sometimes we play so hard that even after dark, Amy has to hold a flashlight so we can carry food to the ants' nest.
Amy sometimes complains that I spend far more time with our daughter than with her.
I say, "It's not that I don't want to spend time with you, but I don't even see you during the day. Where am I supposed to spend time with you? Or should I take your postgraduate entrance exam?" "You rascal..." Usually, after that, I'll tear off my hypocritical mask and show her my rascal nature.
Among all my women, Amy has a relatively strong sex drive, which is another reason why I need to come over often. Once, I was too busy and didn't visit for more than ten days, but Amy couldn't wait any longer and showed up at the door.
Luckily, no one was home that day. As soon as I opened the door after hearing the doorbell, Amy threw herself into my arms and hugged me tightly. Without a word, we kissed our way upstairs from the doorway. By the time I pushed her onto the bed, her clothes were scattered all over the path. When I entered her, she screamed with pleasure, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist to force my penis deeper. This made the subsequent thrusting much more difficult; her legs held me firmly in place, and I couldn't even pull my penis out a little. She was too strong.
When she collapsed on the bed, panting with satisfaction, I realized this was my mother's bed. I was doing it with another woman in my mother's bed. If my mother found out, would she kill me?
Lily's pregnancy was just a pleasant surprise for me. I also thought that Lily was lying about the pregnancy; she was capable of doing it, she knew I couldn't do anything about it, and she knew I really loved her. At first, I didn't have many feelings for Lily; I just knew she would be one of my wives. If she had been with another man before we got married, I wouldn't have felt any regret.
She was often away from home since our school days. When she came home, we would bicker and tease each other. I remember when we were both in middle school, if anyone said she was my wife, she would argue with them.
But one summer, she went to military training while I couldn't go. She knew I would be very sad. The night she came back, she quietly came into my room and mysteriously told me she had a gift for me. Smiling, she pulled out a black cloth bag from behind her back, saying she had caught a lot of fireflies and put them in a glass jar. She said that if we removed the bag, we could see the glowing fireflies.
So we excitedly turned off the lights, sat on the floor, and carefully opened the black cloth bag. But no glowing fireflies appeared; the glowing fireflies had all died because they had been there for too long. She held the glass jar and cried, unable to speak. I could only comfort her, saying it was okay, we could catch more when we had time, and then we could watch them together. The next day, I saw her digging a hole in the backyard and burying those fireflies. There were so many; I don't know how long she had been catching them.
Sometimes I would deliberately tease her and make her angry. When we were little, she would cry and run to my mom and aunt to complain. But ever since she went to university, she stopped complaining when I teased her. Sometimes I'd just hear her say softly, "Brother, you're not allowed to make me angry anymore."
Back then, she skipped a grade to go to university, while I was still messing around in middle school. Facing a sister like that, I felt somewhat inferior, so I gradually stopped picking fights with her, but we also gradually grew distant.
After she joined the army, she changed even more, becoming increasingly quiet, and her eyes became increasingly unfathomable.
I remember one day, she came back from the East China Sea base with lots of vegetables and fruits. She busied herself in the kitchen, wielding her knife and spatula. My older sisters offered to help, but she refused. By the time Mom and Ziyu got off work, she had already prepared a huge table of dishes, her face flushed and her forehead covered in sweat. Then, at the dinner table, she solemnly raised her glass to wish Mom and Ziyu eternal youth, and even teased me for not having given them any children all these years, saying I was a disgrace.
At the time, I was dismissive of her mockery. At eighteen, I didn't care about having children at all, and the other women in the family felt that such things could wait.
Later, she gave a long toast, but everyone said they were starving and didn't want to listen to her rambling anymore, so we quickly started eating. Before she even sat down, we were already eating.
But after the first bite, everyone covered their mouths and fell silent. She, still bewildered, asked, "Why has everyone stopped eating?" I spat the food I had in my mouth back into my bowl and said, "Little sister, can you even cook? Is this food for normal people?" Her face turned pale instantly. She hurriedly grabbed a pair of chopsticks, put a bite in her mouth, and spat it out a few seconds later. "Sorry, sorry, it's too salty, too salty..." Amid my laughter, she shamefully called to order takeout. That day's dinner ended with two large boxes of pizza.
The next morning, I found a pair of knitted socks and a book of poetry on my bedside table. I went out to ask my mother, and she said my little sister had already gone back to the base. She had quietly left the socks behind to avoid waking me. This girl can knit now? Hehe, the sun rose in the west... I put the woolen socks in the drawer, and I didn't even glance at the poetry collection before tossing it on the bookshelf. I'm too lazy to even read serious books, let alone have time for these sentimental little tunes. Ignore everything... A few days later, news came that the navy and the Inca's western expeditionary fleet were locked in combat, and war was likely imminent. My second sister hurriedly called the East China Sea base, and they replied that Lily had already set sail with the ship, but her destination was a military secret and couldn't be disclosed. My second sister hung up the phone, sat on the floor, and started crying. By the time I realized what was going on, the women in the house were already sobbing uncontrollably. I stood up from the sofa, went back to my room, and felt my legs go weak as I closed the door.
"Sister, can you come back? I won't make you angry anymore... I want to watch the fireflies with you... I want to eat your cooking..." Tears unknowingly soaked my world... Holding your hand, I didn't stop. I just wanted to keep walking.
Intertwined branches, clinging to heaven and earth, radiant in the wind
, following your dreams, rushing all the way, where can they find their resting place? In that
moment of pausing, I suddenly looked up, and there it was
(Brother, wait for me to come back…).
From that day on, this collection of poems has always sat on my bedside table…
[The End]

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