[Urban] The Life of God (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 1 of the Side Story: The Head of the Family.

The D3101 bullet train screeched to a halt on the platform. I grabbed my handbag and stepped out of the carriage, entering what's touted as Asia's largest transportation hub. Despite the surging crowds, my movements were swift and decisive. This wasn't surprising; at least 185cm tall, with strong muscles peeking out from under my black patterned shirt, and sunglasses perched on my buzz cut, anyone who met my gaze averted their eyes and shifted their distance.

Once outside the station, I quickly hailed a taxi. "Driver, 115 Huaihai Road," I said, my words few. The driver remained largely silent, perhaps my appearance had left a strong impression on him. He cautiously glanced at me through the rearview mirror as he drove. I didn't care about his actions, or rather, I didn't care about anyone's opinion. The towering skyscrapers outside the window held no interest for me; I simply took out my wallet and gently stroked a photograph inside. The photo is one of those laminated color photos popular in photo studios in the 1990s. Although well-preserved, the edges of the plastic film are quite worn, with some corners curling up, as if it has witnessed many stories.

There are two people in the photo, against an outdoor background resembling a park. A child of about five years old is running towards the camera with outstretched arms. The child is wearing a white sweater that is clearly hand-knitted, with a small yellow dog on it. Although it's hand-knitted, the dog is very lifelike, showing the skill of the knitter. The child is wearing a soft hat with lace trim, and has delicate features, making it difficult to tell whether it's a boy or a girl.

Behind the child was a woman, reaching out to support him as he ran, as if afraid he would fall. The woman in the photo was young, about 20 years old, tall and slender, with long, black hair pulled back and held in place with a hair clip. She wore a pink turtleneck sweater, which accentuated her full breasts as she bent over, creating a striking contrast with her slender waist. Below that was a white embroidered pleated skirt, about knee-length, revealing a pair of long, slender legs. Her legs were covered in flesh-colored stockings, common in that era, and her leg lines were extremely soft and beautiful. Although the attire was from the last century, it was still clear that she was a beauty.

The woman in the photo had a delicate oval face, her slender cheeks making her appear even longer. Beneath her smooth forehead were a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, long and slightly drooping at the ends. Her bright, beautiful eyes, like two crescent moons, gazed at the child in the photo with boundless love. Her straight, delicate nose had a slightly upturned tip, her upper lip was thin, but her lower lip was full and plump, and her teeth were white and firm like pearls. This woman was not only beautiful, but also exuded a gentle and virtuous aura, though a hint of melancholy lingered in her brows, something not easily discerned by most. My fingers gently traced the photo, lost in deep memories, as if the world had ceased to exist, until the driver's voice, "Sir, we've arrived," snapped me out of my reverie.

After paying the fare and getting off the bus, I stood on an eight-lane, two-way road, somewhat bewildered. Was this avenue, with its towering buildings and bustling traffic, still the same old place I remembered? The once remote residential area on the city's edge has become part of the city's second and third ring roads in this ever-expanding metropolis. The old concrete roads, once shaded by plane trees, have been replaced by asphalt roads lined with trees. Not to mention the seven- or eight-story apartment buildings of yesteryear; various new residential complexes have taken over this former urban outskirts. In July, the sun shines directly through the reinforced concrete buildings onto the road, creating waves of heat.

After standing there for a few minutes, I had to move before my shirt became soaked with sweat. After crossing the pedestrian crossing, I reached the entrance of a residential complex and stopped in front of a convenience store called "Xinying." This convenience store wasn't large; compared to the "7-Eleven" just ten steps away, it looked like a simple young woman. It was clearly a family-run business; the people running it must have lived here for quite some time. Perhaps I could ask them for some information.

After buying cigarettes and bottled water, I casually asked, "Ma'am, do you know where the staff housing for the Third Port Authority is?"

The convenience store owner was a woman in her early thirties, fair-skinned and plump, quite charming, and spoke with a clear, crisp Wu dialect.

"No, I don't know. When we opened this shop, there had already been two rounds of demolition. Many old houses were torn down. I've never heard of the Third Port Authority you mentioned. I'm sorry." This answer didn't surprise me. I could tell from her accent that she wasn't a native of the city, but I recognized the accent; it belonged to a small town in the suburbs.

"It's alright, I'll ask around elsewhere."

I smiled, thanked her, and prepared to leave.

The young woman seemed a little apologetic and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Don't rush off. My husband just went out to deliver goods and will be back soon. He's a local and grew up here. Why don't you wait for him to come back and ask him? Maybe he'll know."

Her enthusiasm and kindness touched me. Anyway, it was such a hot day, and wandering around might not yield any results, so I decided to wait here. I stood in the shop, chatting as I waited. Perhaps because it was midday, there weren't many customers in the shop. Once this young woman started talking, she couldn't stop, telling me all sorts of everyday stories, even trivial matters between husband and wife. Through our conversation, I learned that her surname was Yao, her given name Ying, and she was from a small town called Niaoshan in a suburban county. She came to the city to work after graduating from high school and married her husband, a local resident, through a relative's introduction. Her husband's family used to live in this urban village, but a few years ago, after the village was demolished, they received a resettlement house in this very community. They used their resettlement compensation to open a convenience store at the entrance of the community, which they ran together. Although the store was small, the occupancy rate of the nearby residential areas was quite high, so their business was fairly good. Sister Yao was a woman who loved to gossip, constantly asking me all sorts of questions. However, I didn't tell her much, only that my surname was Gao and that I was there to find someone.

As Sister Yao and I were chatting animatedly, a thin man of medium build walked in carrying an empty water bottle. Sister Yao immediately stopped smiling and went to help him, pointing at me as she walked, saying, "Honey, this young man is from around here too. He has something to ask you." Sister

Yao's husband put down what he was carrying, took the towel she offered, wiped his sweat, and gave me a wary look. I nodded slightly, unconcerned by the slight hostility in his eyes. His physique and appearance made him seem weak in comparison to me, and he must have felt quite insecure being around such a charming young woman as Sister Yao.

"Brother, I've been away from home for over eight years now. This is my first time back, but I can't find anyone. I didn't expect my hometown to have changed so much. Do you know what the old residential buildings of the Third Port Company were like? Where are all the old residents now?"

I asked him in a friendly tone, offering him two Zhonghua cigarettes.

His expression softened a bit. He took the cigarettes but didn't light them immediately. Instead, he picked up the teapot on the table, took a few sips of water, and then looked at me with a curious gaze.

"Are you a family member of the Third Port Company? This unit was laid off a long time ago, everyone's gone. That staff housing building was slated for demolition by the city construction department five years ago, and now it's been developed into a mixed-use commercial and residential building. The original owners all received monetary compensation; they either bought houses in other communities or moved to other places. There's no way to know where they are."

Hearing this answer, I was somewhat disappointed and turned to leave the store. Sister Yao's husband hesitated for a moment, then said, "Wait, I think I know someone, also from the Third Port Company. He used to be the gatekeeper of the staff housing compound. He has a crippled leg."

Hearing this, I immediately turned around, grabbed Sister Yao's husband's hand, and excitedly said, "Is that cripple surnamed Li, and around forty years old?"

Sister Yao's husband was startled by my actions. In his eyes, my face suddenly became so ferocious and terrifying. He answered haltingly, "There is a cripple. He uses a cane all day. People call him Iron-Crutch Li. Nobody knows his real name, but he's almost sixty years old."

Many images flashed through my mind: Old Li, the gatekeeper of the family compound back then. Although he was lame and ugly, he wasn't very old. He used to be a worker at the Sangang Company, but after injuring his leg in an accident, he was transferred to guard the compound. He was only in his forties then, and now he's almost sixty.

"Hey, young man, can you let go? You almost broke my husband's arm!"

Sister Yao's somewhat delicate voice snapped me out of my reverie. Seeing her husband's face was purple and his forehead was covered in sweat, she quickly let go of his hand. He immediately shook it off and cried out in pain. Sister Yao seemed very sorry for her husband at this moment, scolding, "Why did you use so much force? Old Zhang isn't a bad person."

I continued to press for the address of the "Iron-Crutch Li" with a blank expression. Old Zhang, probably eager to get rid of this troublemaker, hurriedly replied, "Iron-Crutch Li originally didn't have any share of the collective housing, and he wasn't entitled to any demolition compensation. Later, he insisted on petitioning and causing trouble, and it's been going on for almost 2..." The neighborhood committee couldn't take it anymore, so they found him a low-rent apartment. It was called a low-rent apartment, but he never paid a penny, and nobody dared to bother him; it was basically

free housing for him until he died. Sister Yao chimed in at this point: "Yes, yes, it's that Tieguai Li (Iron-Crutch Li). His low-rent apartment is in this complex. That guy is ugly, unhygienic, and very lecherous and sleazy. Every time I pass by, he always gives me the eye..."

Having gotten what I wanted to know, I stopped listening to Sister Yao's gossip. I gave Old Zhang two red bills as cigarette money, turned around, and left the convenience store, heading into the complex.

This complex was called "Happy Home." It wasn't large, but the buildings were densely packed, with an absurdly high floor area ratio. The few patches of green space were sandwiched between seven or eight 20-story tower blocks. It was probably a government-subsidized housing complex for relocated residents and low-income families. Following Lao Zhang's directions, I found Building 16 where Tieguai Li lived. Luckily, the building had an elevator; it seemed Tieguai Li was no easy character to deal with. I went up to the 9th floor and found room 1619. Although the building had been built for some time, the interior was quite clean, except for Tieguai Li's apartment, which was filthy.

Two large patches of paint had peeled off the uniformly installed dark red security door, the screws on the lower half of the doorknob were missing, and there were several yellow stains on the white-painted wall next to the door. Several pairs of worn-out leather shoes lay by the door, and a stench of decay made me nauseous. Thankfully, the doorbell was still working, but no one answered after ringing it for a while. I even tried knocking, but there was still no response. Frustrated, I kicked the door a few times, but aside from numbness in my leg, it remained silent. The door was quite sturdy, wasn't it?

Waiting around like this wasn't going to solve anything. One side of this floor had exposed railings, usually used by residents to place air conditioner units. Apartment 1619 had a balcony on that side. I peeked over; the security bars were very tight. Although jumping over wouldn't be difficult, getting past them would require tools. Disappointed, I abandoned my plan to break in.

The balcony of 1619 was empty, except for a few men's clothes hanging on a clothesline. I glanced at it and turned back, something felt off. There was something on that balcony that shouldn't be there. I peeked out

again, this time focusing intently, and sure enough, I found something unusual. Next to a black t-shirt hung a black strip of cloth. The first time I saw it, I thought it was Tieguai Li's underwear and didn't pay attention. But this time, a closer look revealed the truth. The underwear was far too small for men, barely the size of a palm, and it didn't look like children's underwear either. The side covering the buttocks was Y-shaped, with so little fabric that it barely covered the flesh of the buttocks. The front was even narrower, and the entire thing was made of openwork lace. It was clearly women's underwear, and a very sexy one at that. The fact that

a woman's underwear, and a woman who was quite particular about her appearance, was on the balcony of an ugly, lame, old bachelor had successfully piqued my curiosity. Underwear is a woman's most private item, closest to her genitals, and the only place it could be displayed besides a shop is in another location. The man who could handle it must have had an extremely intimate relationship with this woman. The question was, why would this sexy woman's underwear be on Tieguai Li's balcony?

I remember that ever since Tieguai Li (Iron-Crutch Li) came along, he'd always been a bachelor. I heard he was from the Shanxi area, and used to work as a dockworker at the Third Port Company. Because he was too ugly, he couldn't find a wife. Then an accident left him with a limp, making it even less likely any woman would be interested in him. So he was transferred to the family quarters to look after the compound. But he didn't change his eccentric and withdrawn personality. He'd drink and curse at the drop of a hat, and whenever he had the chance, he'd grope the women in the compound. Although he was a universally disliked monster, few dared to mess with him. He already possessed great strength, and his disability hadn't weakened him; instead, it had strengthened other parts of his body. Especially after he once single-handedly broke the arm of Xiao Lu from the same compound, everyone, men and women alike, avoided him.

"Clang!" Suddenly, a sound came from the other end of the stairs. Could it be Tieguai Li returning? I quickly walked towards it. The elevator was empty; the floor indicator showed 0, and no one seemed to be coming up. My muscles tensed, and I slowly moved towards the emergency stairwell. The sound must have come from there. My premonition was quickly confirmed; another strange sound came from the stairwell, this time a "pop," somewhat like the sound of a wine cork being popped.

I quietly moved to the doorway and peeked inside through the slightly ajar door. The midday sun shone through a narrow ventilation window, casting a dim light in the stairwell, but I saw no one. I darted out the door and turned back, but it was still empty. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave

when a muffled groan sounded. This time it was definitely a human voice, a deep female voice, seemingly suppressed, but with an indescribable quality, as if someone was suppressing something. And I was certain it came from the stairs above me.

I took a few steps up the stairs and looked up. The sunlight was shining directly on the 10th-floor stairwell, allowing me, in the darkness, to clearly see a dramatic scene unfolding.

The first thing that catches the eye is four pillars, or more precisely, two white pillars and two black pillars. It is obvious that the two white pillars are a pair of women's legs, and very beautiful legs at that. The thighs are long and straight, and the calves are slender but not thin. They are the kind of legs that are fleshy but not fat. The fair and delicate ankles are encased in a pair of gold sandals with heels that are more than 7 inches high. On the right ankle, there is also a thin gold anklet with a heart-shaped pendant that bounces with the movement of the woman's body.

Since the woman was facing away from me, I could only see her long, white legs and feet, but that alone made her figure incredibly alluring. At that moment, her legs were spread out in a V-shape, and from her taut ankles, I could tell she was arching her back and thrusting her hips to receive the impact from the man behind her. The man was naked from the waist down, his pants were only loosely undone and pulled up to his shoes, and he was covered in thick, black body hair from his feet to his buttocks. His hands were probably on the woman's waist, and his black buttocks were swaying back and forth, indicating that his penis was making piston-like movements inside her.

In the dimly lit stairwell, the couple was indulging in the pleasure of having sex in public. The man was of medium build and not particularly strong, but he was incredibly powerful when manipulating the woman in front of him. His thrusts were swift and forceful, each one penetrating deep inside her. His testicles slapped rhythmically against the woman's buttocks, and with each "slap, slap, slap," the woman trembled violently from the penetration. Her long, slender white legs swayed, the fleshy white flesh of her legs flying and shaking from the impact. Her joints seemed to be able to twist at will, swaying and moving in rhythm with the man, like two large white snakes dancing in the air, exuding a strange and lewd charm.

The couple had probably been having sex in that stairwell for a while, still very aroused. I estimate it had been about ten minutes when the man grabbed the woman's waist and guided her to turn around. The turning wasn't quick because his penis was still inside her, so they could only turn slowly, step by step. As they turned, the man continued to thrust into the woman at the same rhythm, which made their movements even slower. When they were facing me, the man suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, while simultaneously using both hands. The woman obediently lowered herself according to his force, her knees landing on the clothes still on the floor, her buttocks raised high in a doggy-style position. At this point, you could see that the woman's thighs were particularly long. Even though her knees were on the ground, the man could easily penetrate her from behind with just a slight lowering of his body. The man began to thrust into the woman's lower body while slapping her buttocks with his palms. The violent impacts caused the woman's body to sway forward until her hands gripped the railing.

I was standing directly below the woman. Since she was facing away from the sun, I could only vaguely make out a pair of dazzlingly white arms wrapped around the railing. Her head was obscured by her long, flowing hair, so I couldn't see her face clearly. But as the man's movements became more vigorous, the woman was gradually pushed forward until her breasts were squeezed into the railing and exposed above my head. Although I couldn't see the shape of her breasts, I estimated that those two large mounds of white flesh were at least an E-cup or larger. Her two enormous breasts, sandwiched between the railing, bounced against each other with the movements behind her, occasionally slapping against the hollow railing with a "clanging" sound. So that's how the sound that initially attracted me had been created.

The man's movements became more intense, and the woman's fair, plump flesh was slapped against, creating waves of flesh. The small stairwell was filled with a lewd atmosphere. A drop of unknown liquid landed on my forehead. I touched it, brought it to my nose, and smelled a fishy odor mixed with the woman's fragrance. Looking up closely, one could see rays of light shining through the buttocks of the two mating figures, making the area where their genitals met appear bright and vivid. The woman's vulva swelled like a small steamed bun, with a few sparse, curly black hairs winding down to her flat, snow-white abdomen. Her vulva was thick and rosy, clearly that of a mature woman over thirty with a rich sexual history. However, the color wasn't as deep as an average woman's; even her labia minora were a vibrant red. She was undoubtedly a stunning beauty.

At this moment, a thick, hard penis was penetrating these full lips. The man's penis was quite large, but it was obvious that the woman's labia weren't designed for that size. Each penetration required the man to forcefully separate the woman's labia, overcoming layers of resistance and suction before reaching full depth. This man had exceptional stamina. Most people would have ejaculated quickly with a vagina so small and deep, but he had been thrusting for 20 minutes, still energetically maintaining his position. With each insertion and withdrawal of his penis, a clear fluid continuously oozed from the woman's vulva, and white foam clung to the outer labia where it met his penis, making a gurgling sound with each thrust.

The woman seemed to have entered a state of extreme arousal; aside from her arms gripping the railing tightly, her body appeared weak and limp, leaning forward. Her previously suppressed groans gradually loosened, turning into soft moans.

The woman's moans were unique, unlike the typical "ouch" or "ah" of a woman, or the wanton screams of an AV actress. Instead, they were soft "hmm" sounds, seemingly coming from her nose, each ending with a slight tremor, like "hmm, hmm..." It conveyed

the feeling of a mature woman being violated while desperately trying to maintain her dignity, yet the tremor at the end of the sound betrayed the arousal she had experienced.

The man behind her was probably nearing his limit; he began to wheeze, his lower body thrusting rapidly, causing the woman beneath him to undulate, her white flesh trembling wildly. The stimulation brought forth more clear fluid, which gradually gathered into a thin line, slowly flowing from her vulva to her navel, then continuing downwards. The light from behind shone on it, making it shimmer like a silver chain around her waist, swaying from side to side with the increasingly rapid movements of the man and woman.

I knew the couple was probably close to their climax; I'd already had a free show of sex and there was no need to watch any longer. My goal was to find Tieguai Li, and it was obvious these two had nothing to do with him. With that thought, I quietly left the stairwell.

I went to 1619, and as usual, no one had returned. It was already past 1 PM, and I'd wasted over an hour there without any results. I had no desire to wait any longer. Tieguai Li was an eccentric man whose actions were unconventional; I thought I'd try again another time.

Chapter 2:

Stepping out of Building 16, the midday sun was still scorching. The bright, clear sky contrasted sharply with the dark and lewd scene in the stairwell. I walked towards the exit. The neighborhood was deserted; most people were taking their afternoon nap.

Suddenly, a figure passed through the passage between buildings 16 and 17. Although I only glanced at it, I was struck by how short the person was. In a flash, I ran in that direction. Although I was incredibly fast, the figure had vanished by the time I entered the passage. The exit of the passage led to a green space between two buildings, with some exercise equipment. At the end of the space was a wall separating the complex from the outside. Along the base of the wall were two other passages. I ran to the corner of the wall and observed the passage. The left passage ended at another wall, forming a narrow alley about 40 meters long. The right passage led to several other buildings. I paused briefly, then turned and ran to the right. I glanced at the open space between each building as I passed it, but I didn't see anyone when I reached the end.

The chase had left me a little out of breath. Looking around, I realized I'd unknowingly run back to the entrance of my apartment complex, not far from Sister Yao's convenience store. My shirt was soaked with sweat. I decided to walk back to the store.

It was empty except for Sister Yao. When she saw me come in, she greeted me with a smile, but I felt her expression was a bit fake, as if she was hiding something. It wasn't as natural as when we'd been together that morning.

Sister Yao was standing behind the cashier when I came over with a can of Coke. We faced each other. She was wearing a floral tank top, but her lower body was hidden by the counter. Her two fair arms were exposed. The tank top was quite deep, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white breasts. She was probably 164 cm tall, a full head shorter than me, but that's considered tall for a woman from the South. Although it wasn't intentional, I could easily see her breasts when I looked down. Judging by sight, they were definitely not small, but they weren't constricted by her clothes, instead trembling and hidden behind the thin fabric, swaying from side to side with her movements. Moreover, I could see two very obvious nipples on her tank top. Was she not wearing a bra?

This discovery excited me, and my breathing became heavy. This voluptuous and charming Sister Yao seemed to have another side that no one knew about, not just a gossipy, husband-loving little woman.

Sister Yao seemed to sense my change. She lowered her head to give me change, but her movements were frustratingly slow. Her face was quite small, with fair and delicate skin except for a few freckles on her nose. Her lips were a bit short, but full and thick. Her large eyes were lowered, avoiding my gaze, only her long eyelashes fluttering. My breath hit her forehead, and I saw a few drops of sweat on her narrow forehead, sliding down her cheeks. Although the shop didn't have air conditioning, there was a fan in the corner blowing directly at the cashier. Was it really that hot? Sister Yao suddenly pursed her lips, revealing her white teeth, and bit her lower lip tightly, making her lips so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

After waiting for about three minutes, she handed me the change. Just as I reached out to take it, and our hands touched, Sister Yao grabbed my hand. I hadn't expected her to hold on so tightly; the veins on her otherwise fair and soft hands were bulging.

"Sister Yao, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

I found Sister Yao increasingly strange. From the moment I entered the shop for the second time, every move she made exuded an eerie aura.

"No, no, it's...it's nothing, I'm fine," Sister Yao seemed to suddenly wake from a dream, hurriedly shaking her head in denial. She loosened her grip, trying to pull away from my hands, but I held them firmly, unable to move.

This woman, let's see who's playing whom. I somewhat lightly placed her hands in my palms, wantonly caressing them. It seems Sister Yao's husband treats her quite well; this woman's hands are definitely not something a busy, busy boss's wife could cultivate—smooth, delicate, with bright red nail polish on her white fingertips. I didn't expect her to be so alluring.

"You, what do you want to do? Can you let go of me?"

Sister Yao seemed somewhat anxious. She finally looked up at me, her large eyes seeming to hold a hint of anxiety, a hint of helplessness, but mostly a sense of sadness.

That look is so familiar; I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. No, how could it appear in Sister Yao's eyes? Why is this? I... I can't remember. Images flashed through my mind like a slideshow: tall buildings, lights, men, women—many women of all kinds, men of all ages. Strangely, the women's faces were blank; only their eyes were visible, and every single one of their eyes looked so much like Sister Yao's… What's wrong with me? My brain seems to have crashed, like a computer overloaded with data. A sharp pain shot through me, and I was back in reality.

Sister Yao saw my heavy breathing and my eyes fixed on her, and she became even more frightened. She started to struggle to break free from my grasp.

But how could her strength possibly be a match for mine? With a slight movement, I pulled her along, and her arms immediately shot up.

Wait, I noticed something else. There were several incongruous red marks on Sister Yao's white arms, as if she'd recently pressed against something hard. These must have been caused by friction within a short time, because these marks would fade on their own if left too long, and would be darker if left too short. Who caused these red marks on Sister Yao? Could it be Old Zhang? He seems like such an honest man, yet he's so rough with his wife.

However, this discovery pulled me back from my earlier jumbled memories. I released Sister Yao's hand, feeling a tightness in my head, as if too much blood had rushed to my forehead. I felt a little uncomfortable.

"Sister Yao, it's so hot here. Let me come in and use the fan,"

I said, preparing to walk towards the cashier.

Sister Yao seemed to have been struck by lightning. She stomped her foot heavily and rushed in front of me, blocking my path. She pushed me away with both hands, saying, "No, you might have heatstroke. You can't use a fan if you have heatstroke, or you'll catch a cold."

Unexpectedly, Sister Yao was quite strong, and coupled with my dizziness, the push actually caused my 160-pound body to stumble back a step. One of my feet tripped on the shelf leg beside me, and I lost my balance and fell backward. Sister Yao cried out "Ouch!" as the force of my fall pulled her forward as well.

I landed heavily on the ground, and before I could catch my breath, a pair of soft, round breasts, exuding a fragrant aroma, wafted towards me. Sister Yao let out another soft moan, then fell headfirst onto me. My vision was instantly filled with two plump, delicate mounds of white flesh; the touch, smell, and size were all quite appealing.

Because I had run a long lap and was soaked in sweat, and with Yao Jie's tugging, two buttons on my shirt were undone. Yao Jie tried to get up by supporting herself on my chest, but her smooth little hands trembled when they touched my bulging pectoral muscles, and she slipped again.

This time, her face was directly facing mine, and her pair of bright red, silky lips were pressed against mine. Inhaling the strong masculine scent mixed with my sweat, she felt as if her bones had been removed, and she could no longer get up.

My lower body was already aroused, and it was now standing tall, paying homage to Yao Jie. I placed one hand on Yao Jie's buttocks and moved towards her thighs under her tank top, while my mouth captured Yao Jie's lips and kissed her with my tongue.

Yao Jie, whether truly weak or captivated by my scent, neither accepted my tongue nor resisted. She simply closed her eyes, her face flushed, and let me play with her as I pleased.

Because she was lying on top of me, I could only see her back, buttocks, and legs. The floral print tank top she was wearing today was extremely short, barely covering her full, plump buttocks. Her long, smooth, white legs and bare feet were encased in gold, open-toed high-heeled sandals, her delicate white toes painted with bright red nail polish.

Suddenly, I realized that the open-toed sandals Yao Jie was wearing looked familiar—gold, open-toed, and with heels that were roughly seven inches high. Weren't they the same style as the woman I'd seen in the stairwell earlier? Could that woman be Yao Jie? Could Yao Jie really be cheating on her husband, having an affair with another man in the dimly lit stairwell, less than 300 meters away?

My hand floated upwards from Sister Yao's thigh, exploring beneath her skirt. The higher I touched, the wetter her thighs became, as if covered in some kind of liquid. Although the sun was strong outside, it shouldn't be this hot in the shop. Was Sister Yao prone to sweating so easily?

My hand continued upwards, reaching her crotch, but instead of the expected underwear, my fingers touched a warm, slippery area. A clump of sticky hair clung to my finger, and when my middle finger extended, it was accidentally pinched between two soft, slippery mounds of flesh. Wasn't this a woman's genitals? Had Sister Yao been chatting with me without underwear all morning?

I was stunned for the first time today. This fair-skinned, radiant young woman, a shrewd and cheerful convenience store owner, a devoted wife, was actually greeting customers with her plump, white buttocks exposed in broad daylight, her legs covered in some unknown liquid, all while displaying a professionally gentle smile and clear voice.

My fingers invaded her bare genitals, causing Sister Yao to let out a soft cry, but her body remained limp, offering no resistance. I seized the opportunity to capture her parted lips, my tongue plunging deep inside, parting her teeth and entwining with her already fiery tongue.

My kiss was swift and passionate. Sister Yao went from initially passively welcoming me to being aroused, and our tongues locked in a passionate exchange in less than half a minute. Two strangers who had known each other for less than three hours were already engaged in a tongue-wrenching battle, their tongues intertwining, licking and sucking each other's saliva. Sister Yao's tongue was remarkably agile, as if she possessed extensive oral experience. Was this the result of Old Zhang's proper training?

The heat on my tongue spread through Yao Jie's entire body like an electric current. I felt my middle finger, which was deep between her snowy thighs, suddenly tighten. The thick, tender flesh inside Yao Jie's lower body wrapped around me. How could I show weakness in front of a woman? With one hand, I grabbed Yao Jie's breasts, and with the other hand, I extended three fingers (excluding my index and little fingers) to separate the tight flesh walls inside Yao Jie's vagina. I quickly inserted and withdrew my fingers at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye. My fingers were long and strong, and each thrust hit her sensitive tender flesh.

If Sister Yao could still control her body to respond to my movements before, she completely succumbed after I used my finger technique. Her whole body convulsed with the movements of my fingers, oblivious to the pedestrians on the street and the possibility of customers seeing her. She swayed her hair with her body, her two fair legs unconsciously rubbing against the floor, as if the contact with the cool floor could relieve the heat in her lower body and body. She let out a moan that was hard to suppress but she tried to control, the moan filled with indescribable seductiveness. Anyone could tell that she was now immersed in the stimulation of lewdness in broad daylight.

It was already past 2 PM, and the sun outside showed no sign of weakening. Aside from passing vehicles, there were few pedestrians on the street. But this convenience store was located at the entrance of the residential area, and people would inevitably pass by. If they happened to pass by this "novel little shop" where they regularly bought things, and perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps to catch a glimpse of the charming proprietress, they would surely witness a rare and surreal scene.

The shop was small, only about 60 square meters. Half of the entrance area was occupied by a counter and a cashier. Inside were rows of shelves, and on the floor between the counter and the shelves, the shop's owner, the wife of honest man Zhang Xin, known in the neighborhood as "Convenience Store Beauty" Sister Yao, was now disheveled, her white buttocks mostly exposed, lying on top of a strange man, being sexually assaulted by his fingers until she reached multiple orgasms.

Inside, a scene of eroticism unfolded; outside, the traffic flowed. The two seemingly unrelated things were intertwined here, until a series of footsteps shattered this harmony.

"Honey, I'm taking over. Are you tired?"

Yao Jie's husband's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door. This familiar voice seemed to give Yao Jie a shot in the spine. She suddenly woke up, her whole body straightened, her legs pulled together, and she tried to stand up from me.

But before that, she had just been brought to the brink of climax by my fingers. Although her body had risen, her lower body had not relaxed. Those tender flesh rings still held my fingers with a strong suction. Sister Yao's legs had stood up, but her lower body was still clamped around my hand. She couldn't move or stand up straight. She could only hold onto the arm that was inserted into her body to maintain her balance. From a distance, Sister Yao looked like a little white lamb, supported in the air by the hand that was inserted into her lower body. In this position, Sister Yao felt that the muscles in her lower body could no longer support her and automatically gave up her defense to let me penetrate. I felt a heat in my hand, and half of my hand had entered a warm and wet cave. Sister Yao desperately squeezed her buttocks together, her legs shook, and a large pool of clear liquid gushed out from her lower body. She actually reached orgasm on my hand.

Sister Yao was trapped in a predicament she couldn't escape. Her husband was closing in outside, and her lower body was being dominated by a man. She could only grab my hand and plead, "Xiao Gao, please spare me, let me go this time."

"I don't want my husband to see this. Please, don't come back to me later, my child is still young."

Whether it was her expression or her words that touched a chord within me, I bent my knees, tightened my back, and abruptly stood up from the ground. Without loosening my grip, I swept Sister Yao's 80-plus-pound body up and darted behind the cashier. I gently placed her under the counter, which was made of black plywood, completely obscuring the view from the outside. A dark green velvet curtain hung from the inside, with a slit in the middle, just big enough for a person to hide inside.

Just as I finished, Old Zhang walked in, his arm resting on the cash register, pretending to be fiddling with it. Old Zhang didn't see his wife, but the stranger from that morning was standing in the shop, which made him a little suspicious.

"Hey, what are you doing in the shop? Where's my wife?"

I was about to answer when someone suddenly stood up from the counter near the door. Sister Yao had crawled under the counter at some point. Women are strange creatures; just a moment ago she was as soft as a puddle of mud, but now she's as fast as a cheetah. While crawling, her big, wet white buttocks swayed, she straightened her clothes. Apart from a few strands of hair stuck together with sweat, her fair face was slightly flushed, but her expression was calm as still water.

"What are you squatting there for?"

Old Zhang saw his wife and breathed a sigh of relief, but he still looked at Sister Yao suspiciously, trying to find some clues from her.

"What am I doing? I've been busy in the store for over three hours in the middle of the day, and the cash register even broke down. Xiao Gao happened to come over and help me fix it. I was just picking up his screwdriver when you came in."

Sister Yao suddenly seemed like a different person, her aura fierce like a shrewish tigress. She waved her hand as she spoke, and indeed, she was holding a screwdriver. This woman was something else; in such a short time, she not only prepared her response to her husband but also had a screwdriver readily available.

Old Zhang, who had initially been somewhat suspicious, immediately deflated after his wife's outburst and dared not resist any longer. He stammered, "I only drank two bottles of beer at noon and slept a little longer. Honey, don't be angry. I'm here to relieve you. You should go home and rest."

Sister Yao pressed her advantage, saying, "Rest? Are you even going to do business anymore?" "Lingjie Internet Cafe ordered takeout around 10 PM, but I couldn't leave alone. It's already more than 10 minutes late. If you don't come soon, I'll have to close the shop and deliver the goods."

Old Zhang knew he was in the wrong, so he immediately tried to appease her, saying, "Honey, please calm down. I'll go deliver the goods right away. You rest for a bit, and I'll watch the shop for you when I get back."

Sister Yao's anger turned to joy, and she scolded, "Then hurry up and go!

What are you waiting for? Making a racket like this will make the customers laugh." This woman's mood changed faster than flipping through a book; I really admired her. I replied, "It's okay, I haven't been of much help anyway. I'll go now."

Sister Yao seemed to remember something, and she pulled my arm, asking, "Xiao Gao, what did you want to see this Tieguai Li that you said you were looking for this morning? Did you find him?"

She looked at me, her eyes seeming to say something, but I wasn't sure what she meant.

"No, I waited outside his house for an hour, but no one seemed to be home, and I didn't see anyone looking for him."

"Oh," Sister Yao silently withdrew her arm, as if relieved, and said, "Tieguai Li is a bit elusive, rarely home, but I heard he sometimes goes to internet cafes to relax. Maybe you could ask him about it." As she spoke, she gestured towards Lao Zhang, indicating that he should hurry up and pack his things.

"Okay, I'll go check it out too, Brother Zhang, I'll go with you."

I glanced at Sister Yao, a playful glint in my eyes, which made Sister Yao blush again. She lowered her head and went over to give Lao Zhang the delivery slip. As she brushed past me, she pinched my buttocks, then stood behind my husband with a half-smile, her eyes almost dripping with seductive charm.

"Xiao Gao, come sit in the shop more often when you have time. Maybe Sister Yao can help you remember more things."

This Sister Yao is no ordinary housewife. Her expressions and postures are so varied that it's hard to keep up. Old Zhang, having such a beautiful young wife, doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Chapter 3

Old Zhang and I each carried two lunch bags towards "Zero Boundary Internet Cafe." Each bag contained six lunches. Although the quantity was large, it wasn't very heavy. The internet cafe wasn't far from here, so we chatted as we walked.

Perhaps wanting to regain the face he lost in the shop, Old Zhang boasted to me all the way about his usual husbandly authority. In his words, Sister Yao was described as a quiet, obedient, and gentle young wife. Little did he know that this man beside him had teased his wife until she was wet with lust just half an hour ago with his fingers. Not to mention, the fingers carrying the lunch bags still had the scent of Sister Yao's genitals on them.

However, since he had already taken advantage of another man's wife, it wouldn't be difficult for him to satisfy his lustful desires, especially since he was cuckolded. I simply listened attentively to Lao Zhang's ramblings, letting him ramble on, and then seized any openings to carefully question him about Tieguai Li and the internet cafe. Although Lao Zhang's words were mainly used in his fictional tales of manhood, I managed to extract quite a bit from him.

This internet cafe is located in a building that was originally the staff quarters of the Sangang Company, now converted into a residential building. This building is called "Fuyou Center," nominally developed by a Taiwanese-funded enterprise. However, according to rumors, the real controllers behind it are several senior executives of Sangang Company and some leaders from the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. Without their intervention, the land in this location could not have been acquired at such an extremely low price. Moreover, the project was originally planned as a women and children's cultural center, but after completion, it was sold as residential property. Except for the bottom five floors used for commercial development, floors 5-38 were designed as high-end apartment suites, and the top five floors were converted into a private club. This club is extremely secretive; it has no other access except for a members' elevator. Luxury cars with military license plates or license plates starting with "zero" are frequently seen driving into the underground parking garage and then taking an elevator from a special entrance on the second basement level. It is said that the club's interior is extremely luxurious, with rooms more opulent than a five-star hotel, and that extremely beautiful and elegant women are often seen there. However, I think the above is mostly just Old Zhang's fantasy, because apart from the luxury cars, he has no chance to see anything else.

Old Zhang became more and more excited as he spoke, as if these scenes, coming from the mouth of a nobody like him, instantly elevated his social class and status. His ordinary face suddenly shone with a rare radiance. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and leaned close to me in a mysterious tone, saying, "Don't think I'm exaggerating, I really have seen one of these beauties, and I see her quite often."

Before I could reply, he continued, "This woman, you can't even describe how gorgeous she is. Although she's a bit older, she looks like a young girl. Long legs and big breasts, she's even sexier than movie stars and models. Her skin is so white and smooth, even whiter than my wife's."

Speaking of this woman, Old Zhang's eyes were as bright as blooming peach blossoms, and he was swallowing hard, it was utterly disgusting.

I half-believed him and said he was fantasizing about the female lead in the Japanese movies he watched. I provoked him, and he swore he was absolutely right, adding that the woman lived in this building and I'd definitely see her if I came a few more times. I deliberately teased him, saying she could be a woman in some kind of profession, and there are many such services these days.

"You have to believe me," Old Zhang began, gesturing wildly as he described her to me. "I know this woman. She's the owner of this Zero Boundary Internet Cafe. I see her at least two or three times a month, and I even delivered takeout to her house once." "But you're pretty accurate, young man," he said,

pausing to leave me in suspense.

"This woman, though beautiful and rich, isn't exactly a saint, hehe." He paused, seemingly wanting to keep me in suspense, but I didn't press him. After a while, he couldn't resist continuing.

"You don't know, this woman is beautiful, but she's a slut, everyone in the area knows. She's married, but she's always hanging out with other men, all kinds, all ages, they'll sleep with her."

"And sometimes, when they get really into it, they'll just pull her into it in public. I've seen it myself two or three times, but I'm better than them, I know all about her...hehe."

Old Zhang's ramblings became increasingly outrageous, as if he'd actually had intimate contact with the woman he was talking about. But I didn't believe his boasts. This usually quiet, timid, even somewhat henpecked middle-aged man was beaming with lewdness and a lewd grin when talking about his so-called romantic encounters.

This man, with a beautiful wife at home, wasn't satisfied; he drooled over other women, completely unaware that he'd been cuckolded. Perhaps all men are like this, always coveting the good things others possess. The moment someone relaxes their guard, they rush to try and take what belongs to them, even their wives.

After walking about 800 meters, just before I could no longer tolerate Old Zhang's lewd face, I finally arrived at the Fuyou Center. Although the building was built on the original site of the San Gang Company's staff quarters, the changes in the surrounding environment made it impossible for me to find a trace of the past. It was a cream-colored building. The first five floors were circular glass curtain walls, and from the fifth floor onwards, the area shrank by half, becoming a square tower rising straight to the top. From the air, it should resemble an ancient copper coin, round on the outside and square on the inside. But from below, the entire building looked like a man's phallus, towering in the city. The first three floors were entirely occupied by a branch of the Bank of China. We took the elevator from a side entrance to the fourth floor and found the Zero Boundary Internet Cafe in a corner.

This internet cafe occupies about 400 square meters. The decor and interior are relatively new. Directly opposite the entrance is a service counter made of black marble. To the right are rows of computer desks with partitions, creating separate internet access areas. To the left are rotating black fiberglass tables, each with two computers back-to-back – presumably a more upscale seating area. The computers in the entire cafe were top-of-the-line at the time, and there were probably over 200 seats. Although it was midday, the cafe was almost full, indicating it was doing exceptionally well.

Behind the counter sat two young women, around seventeen or eighteen years old. Old Zhang was busy distributing lunchboxes, so I ignored him and went to a seating area to find a computer and sit down. These days, police surveillance of the internet is increasingly strict; you need an ID card just to use the internet at an internet cafe. However, "where there's a will, there's a way," and most internet cafes have dozens of spare ID cards for casual customers like me.

Just as I sat down, before even starting the computer, someone came over to the seat opposite me – a young-looking kid. He was called a kid because although he was already quite tall, around 178 cm, he was skinny and wiry, with a childlike face and a bit of baby fat. His features were fairly regular, his lips were full and somewhat voluptuous, and a few wisps of light yellow hair on his upper lip indicated he was in puberty. He had a rough and arrogant look on his face, coupled with his curly blond hair like a popular Korean star, a fitted floral shirt, and narrow-legged trousers—the typical outfit of a 90s delinquent.

This kid seemed to know this internet cafe very well. As soon as he entered, he didn't bother to register and went straight to the computer opposite me, turned it on, and started playing his games. He didn't even use a headset, just blasted all sorts of popular internet songs, which inexplicably made me angry. Even worse, he got so into it that he actually put his feet up on the computer desk. Although the desk was quite large, it was still shared by two people. His muddy, dusty flats were right across from me, which made me a little impatient.

With his feet up, he was nodding and swaying to music like he was on drugs, his legs swinging restlessly, making the desk shake. I happened to be smoking, and the ashtray bounced up from the impact, spilling a lot of ashtray. I immediately lost my temper, grabbed the ashtray and slammed it on his table, yelling, "Can't you fucking be quiet? Don't disturb others!" The guy was stunned by my outburst; he'd probably never been yelled at like that before. When he came to his senses, a ferocious look appeared on his childlike face, veins throbbing on his forehead, and he was panting heavily from his fat mouth. He stood up and tried to pounce on me, cursing, "Fuck you, that's how I am, so what? What's it to you? You fucking want to die?"

He swung his fist, but I didn't even look, my left hand holding a cigarette. I grabbed his fist with my right, and with a slight twist of my thumb and forefinger, the guy doubled over in pain, groaning and moaning. I flicked his right hand, and he stumbled a few steps to the side, leaning against a stainless steel railing, still cursing.

I stood up, and thinking he had a chance, he suddenly kicked at my shin. Unexpectedly, I kicked back faster, hitting his shin squarely. It was a hard kick; he lost his balance and fell onto the fiberglass disc, clutching his leg and howling. I had already gone easy on him; this kick would only make him limp for three or four days. If he had kicked him more squarely, he would have broken a bone and been hospitalized.

Our fight was incredibly fast, and I quickly won with an overwhelming advantage. That kid was probably already infamous here. Seeing him get beaten up and make such a commotion, the security guards and other people in the internet cafe just watched from afar; no one was willing to intervene. I sat back down in my original seat and continued smoking my cigarette.

The kid let out a few howls, and then a tacky "love for sale" ringtone sounded. He quickly pulled out an iPhone to answer the call. Upon hearing the voice on the other end, his previously mournful face immediately relaxed. He carefully climbed up, holding onto the railing, and spoke into the phone.

"Where are you? Why are you so slow? You've made me wait forever. If you do this again, I'll punish you."

As he said the last few words, a lewd look appeared on his repulsive face.

The person on the phone seemed to be explaining something, but I impatiently interrupted them, gritting my teeth as I said, "I ran into a lunatic today. How is your building managed? A madman is beating someone and nobody cares. And that security guard, he's just eating and doing nothing. Fire him right now. If I see him again, I'll call my uncle to investigate you."

As he said this, he glared at me, then, ignoring what the other person was saying, said firmly, "You have ten minutes. I'll be waiting for you at the usual place. You know what to bring and what to wear. Don't make another mistake, or you'll be in big trouble."

Then he hung up. After

hanging up, the guy paced around my desk twice, spat on the glass plate, and viciously said two things: don't run away, he'd bring people to deal with me, and I'd have to kneel down and beg for mercy.

After uttering those harsh words, the kid immediately limped away, as if afraid I'd chase after him and beat him up. He kept turning back to see if I made a move. I couldn't be bothered with this kind of delinquent. Seeing him head towards the bar, I turned around, turned on the computer, and started doing my work.

I skillfully opened Google, entered keywords like "Urban and Rural Construction Committee" and "State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission," and started searching for locations using Google Maps. I also made a few calls to the numbers provided on the website and wrote down the collected information on paper—the paper and pen, of course, were provided by the internet cafe.

While doing all this, I would occasionally look around. Although that kid posed no threat to me—no matter how many people he called, they wouldn't be a match for me—the current situation didn't allow for any mistakes. My innate vigilance was what had kept me alive until now.

My seat was diagonally opposite the bar. Behind the bar was a large black marble wall with the words "Zero Boundary" in orange embedded in it. Behind that wall was the restroom; this was the only restroom in the entire internet cafe, so everyone on either side had to go behind the bar to use it.

In a fleeting moment when I looked up, a beautiful figure caught my eye. The woman had her back to me, talking to someone behind the bar. Although I couldn't see her face, her slender and voluptuous figure was alluring enough. She was very tall, nearly 180 cm from a distance, and if you factored in her heels, she was probably around 172 cm. Since her back was to me, I could only see her dark, cloud-like hair styled in a high bun at the back of her head, revealing a long, graceful, white neck beneath. She wore a white silk blouse with short sleeves that reached the top, the lace cuffs revealing her slender, shapely arms. Her skin was incredibly fair, the kind of fair that rarely sees sunlight. Her narrow, delicate shoulders curved inwards along her waistline, only widening outwards at her hips. She wore a silver-gray pencil skirt, just above her knees, revealing long, straight legs without an ounce of excess fat. While not slender, her legs were fair, plump, and evenly proportioned. Her bare feet, without stockings, were clad in black stilettos. Her legs were exceptionally long, almost two-thirds of her height, while her hips were large and full, stretching the silver-gray skirt tightly and emphasizing her remarkably slender waist.

She spoke briefly at the bar, then received a phone call. After a few short words, she handed the phone and a small black lambskin handbag she had been carrying to the bartender, then walked with elegant steps towards the restroom.

I reluctantly withdrew my gaze, a strange familiarity lingering in my mind, as if I'd seen that figure before. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall who it belonged to. A sudden, sharp pain shot through my head. This damned thing always seemed to stop me from thinking whenever I tried to recall something.

Who could tell me why I couldn't search my memories for her?

Who could tell me why my head started to ache when I saw her?

Who could tell me who she was? (Chapter 4,

11-14 ) Watching the breathtakingly beautiful woman disappear behind the marble wall, I snapped out of my reverie and pulled out my phone to call Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei was a friend I'd built up over the years, sharing life and death experiences, our bond as strong as brothers. This time, I was out on my own, and many things remained unresolved. I needed Xiao Hei's help in coordinating things, and he was an expert at gathering intelligence. Right now, I needed someone to analyze things for me. I tried calling for ages, but the phone was always busy. Where was Xiao Hei? Why didn't he answer the phone at this crucial moment? While dialing, I idly browsed the news online. These days, the internet has all sorts of news. A shooting happened in a neighboring city, and the suspect was a police officer! Even more bizarrely, the victim was a government official in the financial sector. Most astonishingly, rumors say the suspect's wife was at the scene of the shooting, and that she was having an affair with her boss—the victim—in the office just a door away. This kind of melodramatic and gossipy plot is practically like a novel written by an online author. Compared to this, things like a pawnshop robbery in Ningbo, a suspect jumping over a mental hospital on Nanshan Island, or a private plastic surgeon being murdered in his studio seem like mere news. This country is becoming increasingly decadent, rampant with materialism and moral decay. Everyone is driven by fame, fortune, and desire, acting almost like animals. About twenty minutes later, Xiao Hei still hadn't answered the phone. A little annoyed, I turned around to light a cigarette and just then saw that annoying kid come out of the restroom. This time, he was accompanied by a shorter friend, also wearing those skinny jeans, a green t-shirt, a mohawk, and a face full of acne. He looked about the same age as the kid. The kid had one hand on his friend's shoulder, half his weight on him, practically using him as a human crutch. His friend, however, didn't complain and carefully helped him walk. The kid looked much better than before, as if he'd taken some kind of magic potion, but the lewd aura around him was even stronger. He strode around, giving me a provocative look and muttering something unintelligible. I gave him the middle finger in return, and he sullenly left the internet cafe with his friend's help. Turning around, I saw that unforgettable figure. She was also emerging from the restroom, but unfortunately, I could only see her profile again. She wore large Chanel sunglasses and her meticulously styled black hair was piled high at the back of her head. Even just from the part of her face visible beneath the sunglasses, her features were undeniably worthy of her stunning figure. From the side, her curves formed a perfect S-shape, her breasts high and shapely, her round, firm hips stretching taut over her white silk blouse and silver-gray pencil skirt. The only slight imperfection was that her incredibly slender waist, as seen from behind, was slightly convex from the side, forming a small arch on the silver-gray pencil skirt, not as flat as a young girl's, but this did not diminish the allure of her mature beauty.

She didn't linger at the bar for long. After retrieving her items, she picked up her bag and walked out, her steps as elegant and charming as ever. However, I vaguely noticed that the swaying of her full, round hips was becoming more pronounced, and her long, snow-white legs were moving with increasingly shorter strides, as if she were clamping something tightly between them.

She swayed and disappeared from my sight. The beauty was gone, and I had almost finished my investigation. I printed out several pictures and photos from the printer at the bar, pulled out a large headshot of Tieguai Li, and first asked the bartenders. Tieguai Li's appearance was absolutely unforgettable; the two bartenders quickly recognized him, pointing out that he always came online after 8 PM and left before midnight, always very regularly, but only on Friday and Saturday nights, rarely seen at other times.

Besides that, the two bartenders couldn't say anything else; after all, he was just an infrequent customer, and if it weren't for his distinctive appearance, they probably wouldn't even remember him. I didn't expect them to tell me much. I took the photo and ran to the internet cafe, asking people at each seat to identify him. The internet cafe was packed with people, and the smells of cigarettes, cheap perfume, instant noodles, and stinky feet made it a place not to linger. But sitting in front of the computers, everyone seemed mesmerized by the magic of the screen, oblivious to the outside world, immersed in the virtual world.

Perhaps because I had just taught that kid a lesson, most people in the internet cafe had seen it. They were all very cooperative when I asked them questions, but most of them didn't pay attention to the strangers in the same internet cafe. Even if a few remembered this "kidnapper," they didn't know the origin of Tieguai Li (Iron Crutch Li). I asked the people in the first three rows, but I got less information than the girl at the counter.

When I went to ask the fourth row, I heard two children, around thirteen or fourteen years old, whispering to each other in the two seats on the outermost side of the row.

Their seats were right next to the wall, with an aisle to their left leading to the bar. At the end of the aisle was the restroom. This was considered one of the worst spots in the internet cafe: firstly, it was close to the aisle, making it noisy with people coming and going; secondly, it was close to the restroom, meaning they'd have to inhale unpleasant odors.

However, the two kids were engrossed in their conversation and didn't notice my approach. One of them, fair-skinned, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and looking like a bookworm, said, "Cheng Xu, don't try to fool me. Did you really see that beautiful auntie being fucked in the restroom?"

"Li Jing, why would I lie to you? I not only saw her being fucked, but she was being fucked by two people at the same time! That's called a threesome, you know?"

The kid called Cheng Xu was slightly older, dark-skinned, with a burly, robust build.

"Wow, so open-minded! I never expected such a gentle and quiet beauty to be so lewd in private."

"Hehe, I arrived half an hour earlier than you today. I was watching The Voice of China when that beautiful auntie showed up. She was wearing a white shirt and a silver-gray skirt, with long legs and high heels. She was incredibly sexy. As she walked past me, she left a lingering fragrance.

Tsk tsk, it's simply irresistible." Cheng Xu pretended to inhale, looking completely intoxicated.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!" Li Jing urged him impatiently.

"Don't rush me, I'll tell you slowly. Enjoy yourself."

Cheng Yan slapped Li Jing a little impatiently and continued.

"I happened to be sitting here, and I watched her wiggle her big, round butt into the restroom. I was thinking, will this beautiful aunt take off her skirt later? How beautiful will she look squatting on the toilet to pee? How white will her butt be? Will her pee smell sweet?"

Cheng Xu said, lost in his own fantasies, almost drooling.

"Tell me, tell me," Li Jing urged, seeing him rambling again.

"But I've already seen a singer come on stage, and she still hasn't come out. I'm starting to wonder if this beautiful aunt is constipated, since she hasn't moved for so long. I peeked into the women's restroom, and there were a lot of women going in and out, but no matter which way they came in or out, I could definitely see them from my spot. I'm sure she never came out after she went in."

Cheng Xu said, gesturing as he analyzed.

"Then I recalled the scene she just walked past, and suddenly something was wrong. The women's restroom is right across from the corridor. She disappeared right after passing my desk, so she definitely didn't go into the women's restroom. The men's restroom is at the other end, so that's even less likely. The only explanation is that she went into the staff restroom."

Cheng Xu's analysis was quite logical, showing he had a good ability to reason. The internet cafe did indeed have a staff restroom, right behind their computer desks against the wall.

"Then, I kept wondering why she hadn't come out for so long, and I couldn't resist getting up and running to the door to check. Guess what I saw?"

Cheng Xu asked his companion, somewhat smugly.

"What else could it be? You just saw her having sex with another man, didn't you?"

Li Jing replied somewhat irritably.

Cheng Xu scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "No, that restroom is usually not noticed. When I got to the door, I heard a rustling sound, like there was more than one person inside. I went closer to take a look, and the door seemed to be slightly ajar, with a small gap. I peeked through, and hey, I really got something!"

"What did you see? Tell me quickly!"

Li Jing became more and more anxious as she listened.

"The gap in the restroom door wasn't big, I only saw a side view, and hey, it really was that beautiful auntie. She was wearing that silver-gray dress, squatting on the floor, but the dress was already pulled up halfway, revealing her long, white legs. She was wearing black high heels, and the heels were so thin, like the stems of the wine glasses my dad drinks from. Her high heels were obviously high-end; the luster and quality were much better than my mom's shoes."

"Get to the point, get to the point, don't go off-topic," Li Jing quickly prompted him.

"She was squatting in high heels, but her legs didn't look bulky at all; the lines were still so perfect. I kept looking up, and you know what? I almost spat blood! Her upper body was completely naked, not even wearing a bra. Holy crap, her body was so white, like an ice cream just taken out of the freezer, and her skin was so tender you could squeeze water out of it. It didn't look like someone her age at all."

As they spoke, Cheng Xu and Li Jing swallowed hard.

"Her breasts were exposed, white, big, and firm, as big and round as the melons we ate yesterday, and they didn't sag. What's even more outrageous is that her nipples were pink! Have you ever seen pink nipples?"

By this point, both of their crotches were bulging, clearly Cheng Xu's description was too erotic and stimulating.

"How could that be? I only see little girls with pink nipples. My older sister is only in her first year of high school, and her nipples aren't pink anymore. That auntie must be over 30. What else could she be but a vixen?"

"That's right, I knew this woman must be a reincarnated fox spirit, she'd bewitch men to death. But what I didn't expect was what happened next. Those big, white breasts, like cantaloupes, were lifted up. You heard me right, it was the beautiful auntie herself who lifted them up with her long, slender fingers."

Suddenly, a boy's voice rang out: "You slut, hurry up and use your big, horny tits to massage my feet. Damn it, if you hadn't been so late today, I wouldn't have been kicked by that lunatic. If anything happened to my feet..." Then, I saw a skinny boy's leg reach into her arms. The leg was quite white, somewhat like yours, but it had a lot of sparse black hair, which was disgusting. But the beautiful aunt didn't seem to mind at all. She wrapped her big, white breasts around the boy's feet and gently rubbed her breasts, massaging them. "

Damn, this guy is having too much fun. He actually got such a beautiful woman to do this for him,"

Li Jing cursed unhappily.

"That's not all, there's more to come. While enjoying the breast massage, the guy kept directing her to adjust her position and pressure, and the beautiful auntie silently complied. What's even more outrageous is that the guy used his toes to suck on the beautiful auntie's pink nipples. Those pink and tender nipples were pinched until they were red and swollen by his hairy toes, and only at this time did the beautiful auntie not be able to bear the pain and let out a soft moan."

"The guy also said: 'Slut, don't just make me feel good, make my little guy feel good too. Xiao Dou, your dick has been hard for a long time, let this slut suck it for you.'" At this moment, I noticed there was a third person in the bathroom. Another boy, naked from the waist down, walked over. Although he was also thin, his penis was already quite erect. The beautiful auntie was massaging her breasts while turning her pale body to open her bright red mouth and swallow Xiao Dou's penis, swaying her head and sucking on it. The scene was incredibly lewd and stimulating. "

And then what? Didn't you say there were other videos? Where are they?"

Li Jing, seeing Cheng Xu's indignant expression, stopped talking and continued to ask.

Cheng Xu shook his head helplessly and said, "I saw the beautiful auntie giving someone breast sex and oral sex for quite a while. Then that kid suddenly told Xiao Dou to close the door tightly, and I couldn't see what was happening inside anymore. I only heard the sound of the beautiful auntie's high heels and a kind of cotton-fluffing sound." "

I suddenly remembered that the inner wall of this bathroom is outside the internet cafe, and it happens to be a spare passage that is rarely used. The ventilation window of the bathroom is in that corner. So I ran there, moved a few wooden boxes to stand on, and barely managed to put my hand on the window. I turned on my phone and recorded inside for about fifteen minutes, and then they finished. I immediately ran back and just saw the two kids and the beautiful auntie walking out one after the other. Didn't you just walk to the door too?"

"Yeah, I almost bumped into that beautiful auntie when I got to the door. Her face was flushed, like she'd just finished running, and a few strands of hair were sticking out of her neatly styled bun. She smelled so good, but I also vaguely smelled a strange odor, like sawdust."

Li Jing muttered to himself as he recalled.

"Idiot, think about what your masturbation smells like."

Cheng Xu curled his lip in disdain.

"No way, did they... ejaculate inside that beautiful auntie?"

Li Jing was speechless with surprise.

What these two kids were talking about was shocking. Was that elegant beauty really so promiscuous in private? Not only did she engage in a threesome in the busy internet cafe bathroom, but with two boys much younger than her. That boy was probably the annoying kid I scolded earlier, and Xiao Dou was his acne-faced friend. Although these two blond-haired boys were delinquents, they couldn't possibly handle a beauty with such noble bearing.

The two men were talking excitedly until I placed my hands on their shoulders, at which point they noticed me and shrank back. I said coldly, "Who was that woman you were talking about? What are the names of the two boys in the room? Tell me honestly, or I'll call your parents to come and see what you're doing."

Li Jing was so frightened he couldn't speak. Cheng Xu was also trembling, but he was braver and stammered that they didn't know the beautiful woman, but they were very familiar with the boy. His name was Lü Tian, and he lived in a nearby upscale neighborhood. His father was the former Party Secretary of the Sangang Company and was now the CEO of a listed company. His uncle was a member of the Standing Committee of the Huaihai District Committee and the Director of the Public Security Bureau, wielding immense power. This boy, relying on his family's power and status, had been arrogant and domineering since childhood. Picking fights and bullying the weak was commonplace for him; he was a notorious "little tyrant" in the area. Moreover, although he was only about sixteen years old, his body was like that of an adult. It was said that Lü Tian had developed sexually very early, starting to pursue women at the age of twelve. Moreover, he didn't care about age or whether a woman was married or not; if he took a fancy to someone, he would do everything he could to get her. This made everyone in the school and neighborhood with a beautiful wife feel insecure, and everyone wanted to stay away from him. No one knew what methods he used this time to get such a stunning mature beauty.

As for Xiao Dou and the others, they were all his cronies, sons of officials with some money and power. However, none of them had Lü Tian's powerful background, and they all regarded Lü Tian as their boss and obeyed his orders.

After listening, I loosened my grip slightly, and the two of them immediately looked as if they had just escaped death. I showed them the picture of Tieguai Li and asked them to identify it. This time, Li Jing's eyes lit up, and he eagerly said, "Isn't that Tieguai Li? I know him. He lives in the nearby Happiness Home." He

looked at me with a look of wanting to curry favor and ask for a reward. I said that I already knew that. What I want to ask now is where Tieguai Li usually goes and his daily routine. His house hasn't been visited for half a year.

“I know a little about this. After Tieguai Li caused trouble in the neighborhood a few times, the government stepped in and solved his housing problem. But then he said he would starve to death without income, and complained that his welfare allowance was too little to cover his medical expenses. The neighborhood committee had no choice but to find him a job. He set up a shoe repair stall in front of the Donggang Bus Station. The tools and everything else were paid for by the government. Tieguai Li is good at everything, and he repairs shoes quite well, so he stopped bothering the government.”

Cheng Xu chimed in at this point, adding that Tieguai Li usually came home late, around 7:30 pm when the bus station closed, so he was rarely seen at home during the day.

I asked him how he knew so much about Tieguai Li, and Cheng Xu said with a bit of pride, "Well, my mom is the director of this community. The few times Tieguai Li caused trouble, my mom was the one who persuaded him to go back. She also helped arrange things like the house and shoe stall. The leaders all praise my mom for being very good at handling grassroots issues; besides her, no one else can really subdue this 'crippled' guy."

"Heh, then I should thank you properly."

I patted his head and changed the subject: "You said you filmed Lü Tian in the bathroom, where's that video?"

Cheng Xu was about to show me his phone, but I snatched it away. After confirming the video was on the memory card, I opened the phone, removed the memory card, put it in my pocket, and tossed the phone back to him.

"I'll keep this memory card for now. Don't tell anyone about me when you get back, otherwise, Lü Tian's behavior will be your point of reference."

I threatened them fiercely and walked away.

"When are you going to give me back the memory card?"

Cheng Xu asked again, still a little unwilling.

"I'll return it to you when I'm done. I already know who your mother is. Do you want me to give it to you directly or have her pass it on?"

"Just give it to me directly, no need to bother. My home is in Wenjingyuan 108. My mom will be home on weekends, so don't come over this weekend."

Cheng Xu quickly followed behind me, reminding me. I patted his big head, smiled noncommittally, and walked out of the internet cafe.

Chapter 5

Leaving the internet cafe, I headed straight for Donggang Station. This bus station was nearby, small in size, but it served as the terminus and starting point for buses and long-distance coaches in the Lingang area; it was only about 300 meters away, a short walk. Judging by its appearance, the bus station was probably the only place in the area that hadn't changed. The faded metal sign, the rusty iron railings, and the litter scattered everywhere were all much the same as I remembered.

Standing in front of the station gave me a sense of time travel; its dilapidated state clashed sharply with the surrounding high-rises and bustling traffic.

It was already past 6 pm, the sky was gray, and the wind blowing from the roadside carried a chill. The station was full of arriving buses, with only a few individual passengers leaving. A cleaner was slowly sweeping up trash, and a small figure sat on the steps below the ticket counter, tending a shoe repair stall.

I approached slightly. Under the dim light, Tieguai Li looked even shorter. His ugly face was almost unchanged from eight years ago, except that his already sparse hair was now even thinner, and his dark face seemed to have several new scars. Coupled with his large, flat nose, protruding jaw, and teeth that even his thick lips couldn't conceal, he looked exactly like a large ape. The dockwork clothes he wore seemed unchanged since I first met him; the original blue fabric was now so dirty that it was almost a dark purple. His walking stick lay beside his shoe repair tools. The shaft of the stick was polished and shiny from years of use, but the section supporting the top was relatively new, wrapped in white linen, looking as if it had been recently replaced.

There wasn't much business at this time, and Tieguai Li wasn't in a hurry to pack up his stall. Instead, he lit a cigarette and puffed away, his eyes occasionally glancing at the pretty women passing by, following their thighs and hips, until my tall figure blocked his way.

Tieguai Li seemed startled by me. He flicked his cigarette butt, leaving a few sparks that landed on his leg, burning him and causing him to gasp. After smoothing out his trousers, he looked up and saw me. His initially annoyed expression immediately transformed into a fawning smile. "Boss," he said, "do you have shoes that need fixing? Great price, quick service."

I sat down on a small stool opposite him, lifting one foot and placing it on his tools. "I do have something to fix, but not shoes," I said.

Upon seeing my action, a fierce glint flashed in Tieguai Li's eyes. He calmly picked up a shoe brush and gently brushed the leather shoes on my feet, saying slowly, "This boss doesn't know what you need fixing. I'm an old man, and I don't know how to do anything except repair shoes."

I moved closer, staring intently into his filthy, triangular eyes. I pulled out a photograph I had kept for a long time and placed it in front of him, saying in a deep voice, "I want you to take a good look at this, and then tell me who these people are and where they live now."

Tieguai Li's gaze shifted to the photograph. At first glance, he seemed somewhat indifferent, but after a few glances, he suddenly tensed up, grabbing a corner of the photo and moving his sparsely haired head closer to examine it closely. While stroking the figures in the photograph with his unusually large, dirty hands, he gave me a strange look. After a long while, he muttered, "This old cripple hasn't even married yet. This pretty woman and young man aren't from my family. How would I know who they are?"

His roguish and cunning gaze ignited my anger, and I snatched the photograph back. Tieguai Li's reaction was unexpectedly fast, no slower than that of an able-bodied person. He suddenly jumped up and stepped back, simultaneously raising his crutch with his left hand to counterattack. But I was even faster. With a slight contraction of my abdomen, I leaped off the stool. My left leg, already on tiptoe, moved with lightning speed, striking Tieguai Li's only intact leg. He immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground. Before he could recover, I leaped forward, stepping on him with my left foot and kicking his crutch away with my right.

These actions happened in just a few seconds. The usually strong Tieguai Li was completely unable to resist and was under my foot. With a slight exertion of my left foot, Tieguai Li let out a pig-like scream. I ordered him to shut up, but he only became more frenzied, screaming even louder. The shrill screams were extremely jarring in the empty space.

Although there were hardly any people standing at the entrance at this time, a few passengers waiting for taxis still turned around at the sound, and the cleaner also stopped what he was doing and looked over. Not wanting to cause any trouble, I grabbed a woman's high heel that was waiting to be repaired from beside his stall and stuffed the toe of the shoe into Tieguai Li's mouth. Although the woman's high heel wasn't big, it was more than enough to stuff Tieguai Li's mouth shut. Tieguai Li's strange cries immediately stopped, and he could only mumble and try to say something.

I casually picked up another woman's shoe, pointing the high heel at Tieguai Li. The heel was a thin metal one, about 6 centimeters high, with metal nails already driven into the sole. I pressed the pointed end of the heel against Tieguai Li's right eyelid and coldly said, "If you try anything funny again, with just a little force, you'll have a bloody hole in your face. Want to try?"

My actions intimidated Tieguai Li. He probably hadn't seen such a fierce person before, and immediately quieted down, his small eyes darting around, revealing a pleading look. I slightly withdrew my arm from his right eye.

"You answer what I say. If you conceal anything or lie even a little, for every wrong word you say, I'll take something away from you. Do you understand? If you understand, blink twice."

With that, I moved the heel away slightly, allowing his eyelid to move.

Tieguai Li quickly blinked twice, as if afraid I would change my mind. I pulled the other shoe out of his mouth. The sole had anti-slip grooves, and it had been stuck in his mouth for over five minutes, causing several cuts to his lips and oral mucosa, leaving his mouth full of blood. His blood-red teeth looked rather ferocious under the light, making him resemble a wounded wild animal.

He gagged a few times, took a few deep breaths, and his gaze softened as he said in a fawning tone, "Boss, I'm really impressed with you. I'll say whatever you want me to say, but please be magnanimous and spare my life. I'm already ugly enough; I don't want to be a one-eyed monster."

I didn't hold back and made him say again who the person in the photo was, threatening him that if he tried to evade the question again, I wouldn't be so polite.

This time, he stopped grinning and looked at the photo again and again, looking at me with a confused and somewhat wary expression.

“Boss, you don’t need to play games with me anymore. My heart isn’t strong, I can’t handle this kind of stimulation.”

“Just say what you want to say, stop dawdling, my patience is limited.”

I moved my right hand a few centimeters closer to his eyes.

“You’re really not playing games with me?”

His expression turned serious for once, and the only answer I got was the metallic touch of my eyelids.

His triangular eyes gleamed strangely as he stared intently at me and said, word by word, “The woman in this photo is the wife of a former employee of the San Gang Company, and the child in the photo is their son.”

This answer didn’t satisfy me, because my remaining memories were already hazy. I asked him to be more specific about their names and addresses.

This time, Tieguai Li didn’t press me further and quickly told me, “The woman’s surname is Bai, and her given name is Liyuan. The child in the photo is called Xiaoshitou. That’s all I know, nothing more.”

He looked at me as he spoke, as if trying to glean something from my reaction. My face remained expressionless, like marble. These two names were still unfamiliar to me, and besides knowing that my surname was Gao, my only clue was the two people in the photo.

"Where do they live now? Do you have their address?"

I continued to press. Tieguai Li seemed a little disappointed, but quickly told me what he knew. According to him, the woman still lived in this community, and coincidentally, her home was inside the Fuyou Center where I had been that afternoon. Tieguai Li couldn't provide any more information.

I released my foot from Tieguai Li, picked up the crutch and returned it to him, casually tossing him five Mao Zedong bills. He picked up the money without saying a word, just sitting there blankly, watching me turn and leave with a half-smile.

Walking along the road, night was approaching. From morning until 8 pm, I hadn't rested a moment since setting foot on this land. Even though I was as strong as an ox, I was inevitably hungry and exhausted. I walked along the main road, looking for several hotels and inns, but the police required every accommodation to register guests' ID cards, so I had to hurry away before the front desk became suspicious.

Walking alone on the brightly lit street, weaving through the diverse crowds, I unknowingly entered a less crowded sidewalk. Couples strolled, paused, and embraced under the shade of trees, while some bolder individuals made various gestures right there on the roadside. Like the couple walking in front of me, not only were they entwined, but they also staggered as they walked, the man's right hand almost inside the woman's underwear.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a floral shirt and black trousers, with somewhat long hair. From behind, the woman appeared to have a good figure, a slender waist and full hips, with thin legs. In the dim light, I could only vaguely make out that she was wearing a short skirt, her white thighs alluringly exposed. The man seemed to be saying something, eliciting a series of silvery laughs from the woman beside him, who occasionally playfully punched him with her small fist. The man's hand inside her buttocks kneaded more vigorously, the two mounds of white flesh swaying beneath her lifted pink underwear.

Turning a corner, the streetlights suddenly came on, and I realized I had circled back to a familiar place. At the end of a row of roadside trees, the four large characters "Happy Home" were prominently displayed. It turned out this was the other side of the neighborhood where I had been at noon.

The couple stopped a short distance ahead, pressing themselves tightly together, caressing and kissing. Under the bright streetlights, I could even see the glistening saliva on the woman's tongue, not to mention their faces. The woman, wearing a floral dress and gold sandals, with short, shoulder-length, fair skin, was none other than "Convenience Store Beauty" Sister Yao. But the man embracing her, tall and slender, fashionably dressed, with long sideburns, was definitely not Sister Yao's husband, Lao Zhang.

After a few moments of intimacy and a few words, the man walked off into another road, giving Sister Yao's shapely buttocks a hard slap before leaving, causing her to stomp her foot in annoyance. Sister Yao stood there for a moment, a genuine smile of joy spreading across her face. She ran a hand through her hair, and as she turned slightly, her eyes met mine. She paused for a few seconds, then greeted me naturally, her eyes brimming with undisguised allure.

I moved closer until my chest was pressed against her breasts, and frowned as I looked into her eyes, saying, "Sister Yao, are you here all alone? Where's Lao Zhang?"

Sister Yao looked up at me, her large, almond-shaped eyes devoid of any hint of unease, and smiled, revealing her white teeth, saying, "He's on duty at the shop tonight, so he's sleeping there. I'm home alone."

Then she glanced at the bag I was carrying and asked if I had found the person I was looking for, and why I was still walking around so late. I simply told her I had found a new address, but it was too late to search, omitting the events that had transpired in between. Upon learning that I couldn't find a place to stay, Sister Yao's eyes lit up. She grabbed my arm and offered to stay at her place for the night.

While the suggestion was tempting, we'd only known each other for less than half a day. Aside from a brief, intimate touch on the floor of a convenience store, we were complete strangers. This invitation seemed very unusual for both of us. Wasn't she afraid I might do something to her, or did she intend to do something to me?

But for some reason, my intuition told me this woman meant no harm.

Otherwise, where else could I go? It couldn't be worse than sleeping on the streets, could it?

Chapter 6:

Sister Yao's house was three buildings away from 1619. It was quite large, over 90 square meters, with two bedrooms and two living rooms. The decor was very ordinary, but Sister Yao kept it extremely clean.

I put down my bag and had barely settled onto the sofa in the living room when Sister Yao started bustling about. She took off her gold sandals, changed into a pair of plain white slippers, tied on a plaid apron, and went into the kitchen to start cooking. Soon, a fragrant bowl of noodles was on the table.

Sister Yao busied herself inviting me to eat. I hadn't eaten a single grain of rice all afternoon and was starving, so I didn't stand on ceremony. Looking at the bowl, I saw thin white noodles bobbing in a golden broth in a blue-and-white porcelain bowl, accompanied by finely sliced yellow croaker, pickled mustard greens, and bamboo shoots. The white was white, the yellow was yellow, and a fragrant aroma infused with the sourness of the pickled mustard greens wafted up. Just looking at it made my mouth water. One bite, and the noodles were chewy, the broth delicious. Sister Yao truly had a knack for it; this pickled mustard green and yellow croaker noodle soup was perfectly cooked. She even sprinkled a few shredded ginger on top, adding a refreshing touch to the sweet and sour flavor. Yellow croaker noodles are cooked in many places, but the way they're made with ginger is unique to one place; I remember only eating this kind of noodle dish in my grandmother's neighborhood.

Sister Yao only made one bowl of noodles for me. She didn't do anything else, just pulled up a stool and sat opposite me at the table, her snow-white arms propped up on the table, her hands supporting her chin, watching with interest as I wolfed down my food. The

freshly made noodle soup was very hot, and as I ate, sweat began to bead on my forehead. Suddenly, a napkin was placed on my forehead. Looking up, I saw Sister Yao's delicate hands gently wiping away my sweat. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly hazy in the lamplight, looking at me as if she weren't really looking at me.

At that moment, Sister Yao exuded a maternal aura, more like a gentle and virtuous housewife.

That cheerful, gossipy young woman; the assertive and shrewish proprietress in front of Lao Zhang; the alluring woman dancing on my fingers; and the timid, adulterous wife in front of her lover—which side is the real Sister Yao?

Only after I finished the entire bowl of noodles, soup and all, did Sister Yao happily begin clearing the dishes. After I'd eaten and drunk my fill, I took out a cigarette to light it, but she came out of the kitchen, snatched it, and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"No smoking in my house. Lao Zhang has to go 100 meters away to smoke."

Her domineering manner was more like that of a submissive wife. I scratched my head and didn't insist further, turning to go to the bathroom to wash up. Then I heard Sister Yao's voice again: "The blue one is your toothbrush, put it in the white cup. You can use mine for now, the pink one."

The bathroom was small, with only a toilet, shower, and sink, but it was impeccably clean, without a trace of odor, showing Sister Yao's high standards of cleanliness. I picked up the toothbrush and cup she had placed there and started brushing my teeth. There were three towels on the towel rack next to the mirror—two large and one small. The brown one was probably Lao Zhang's, and next to the small white towel embroidered with a little cat was

a pink towel. I picked it up and washed my face; the towel had a faint fragrance, similar to Yao Jie's scent. Leaving the bathroom, I saw the light was already on in a small guest room next to the master bedroom. I pushed open the half-closed door. Yao Jie had changed into pink pajamas and was changing the sheets by the bed. Although the pajamas weren't form-fitting, her slender waist and round, full buttocks made her look like a domestic wife waiting for her husband's favor.

I quietly approached, placing my hands on her waist. My erect penis was already pressing against her buttocks through my pants. Yao Jie, busy with her work, was completely unprepared. Sensing my approach, her body trembled. She straightened up, trying to turn around, but something was stuck between her legs, forcing her to turn halfway to the side.

I wanted to kiss her, but she stopped me with her hand. Her fair little hand rested on my chest, and she shook her head at me. Under the light, two red clouds had already risen on her snow-white cheeks, but the message in her eyes was very firm.

As if she knew what I wanted to say, she pointed to the next room and said, "The child is sleeping next door. In this house, I won't do 'that' with anyone except Old Zhang."

I didn't force her. I like people with principles, and I've always felt that having a bottom line in doing things is a good thing. Sister Yao is undoubtedly that kind of person.

Releasing my grip on Sister Yao, I sprawled out on the bed. The bed was soft and comfortable, making me sigh deeply. I curled my arms behind my head and began humming a nameless tune.

Sister Yao didn't leave but sat on the edge of the bed, watching me with the same gaze she had when I was eating noodles.

I grabbed one of her arms, stroking her soft hand with its red nail polish, and asked her the question that had been nagging at me.

"Why did you let me come to your house? Why do you trust me so much?"

Sister Yao didn't answer immediately but leaned closer, gently touching my face with her hand, from my forehead to my Adam's apple, not missing a single inch. The maternal tenderness in her eyes intensified.

"You remind me of someone, someone very important to me. When I first saw you, I thought I was seeing him again,"

she murmured.

With a slight pull of my arm, she leaned forward and fell against my arm. I stared into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Who do you think I resemble? Who do you think I am? Who am I, really?"

Sister Yao wasn't intimidated by my tone. She simply stroked my face and said somewhat absentmindedly, "He wasn't as tall or as strong as you, but he was very manly since he was little. Although he was thin, he always said he would protect me. He always said I was the most beautiful girl, that my cooking was the best, and that he would marry a wife just like me when he grew up. He always said I had sacrificed too much for the family and for him. He said he would study hard, work hard to earn money, and give me the life of a city girl. But..."

"But what? Who do you take me for?"

I tried to dig something out of Sister Yao's eyes, but she was completely immersed in her memories.

"But—there are no buts. When I was twenty, I came to this city, working three jobs to earn money to support his university education. I was determined to make him successful, even if it meant working as a prostitute. But before that day came, he could no longer protect me."

Sister Yao's voice sounded distant, like a solo performance on a single string.

"What happened to him? What happened?"

I felt a pang of sympathy for the woman before me. What story lay hidden beneath her delicate frame?

"Nothing much. One day during my sophomore year, a drunk driver hit him on campus. The driver was supposedly the son of a vice-governor. So what? I went crazy, reporting and accusing him everywhere. In the end, the court sentenced him to ten years, suspended for three years. I don't understand the law, and I don't understand this society. What difference does his sentence make to me? Even if he were sentenced to death, I wouldn't be able to see my brother again."

Sister Yao slowly uttered this heartbreaking ending, two lines of tears unconsciously welling up in her eyes.

"He's your brother. Do I look that much like him?"

I never imagined that behind Sister Yao's cheerful exterior lay such a painful past. Suddenly, I understood her attitude towards me and the way she looked at me.

I gently pulled her into my arms. Lying there, Sister Yao appeared petite and frail. Although her alluring body pressed against me, I felt no lust, only silently stroking her hair. Her hands wrapped around my waist, her head buried in my chest, as if she had returned to her childhood self. A damp breath blew against my chest.

"Your features are so similar to his, both with long faces, high noses, and a mark on your chin. If he were still alive, he would be as tall and strong as you..."

Sister Yao repeated the last two sentences, her voice growing softer and softer until it was almost a twittering, finally fading into silence as she fell asleep in my arms. I was also extremely tired, and so, fully clothed, I embraced Sister Yao and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but a rich, feminine fragrance wafted over me. I felt my lower body being drawn into a warm, moist container, a hot, small snake with tiny bumps coiling and writhing around my erection, making it incredibly hard and strong. I thought Sister Yao wanted it, so I used her mouth to wake me up, but at that moment, my erection was being serviced by Sister Yao's fragrant tongue, incredibly pleasurable and stimulating. I was too lazy to move, and instead closed my eyes to enjoy it.

Just as I was thinking how good Sister Yao's oral skills were, my lower body suddenly left Sister Yao's mouth. But before my erection could be exposed to the air for long, an even hotter and moister container immediately enveloped it, and the tightness inside was even greater than in her mouth. Layers of smooth, tender flesh pressed against my massive member, the walls of the flesh seeming to pull and graze it. I felt two warm, plump buttocks rhythmically slapping against the inside of my thighs. Each time the buttocks fell, my member was drawn into the layered honeyed depths, until it touched the soft flesh at the top. Sister Yao's moans rose and fell, alluring and penetrating.

"Mmm, mmm... ah..." "Mmm, mmm... ya, mmm... ah..." Sister Yao's cries were soft, yet incredibly seductive.

I vaguely sensed something was amiss. Wasn't this coy, inviting moaning the very sound of the woman in the stairwell? I opened my eyes and saw a snow-white, voluptuous female body riding on top of me, dancing. Her face was obscured by her black hair as it swung around, but her narrow, fragrant shoulders, long, straight white legs, and extremely slender yet slightly fleshy abdomen made it clear that this incredibly alluring body was definitely not Sister Yao. It resembled the beautiful mature woman I'd encountered in some internet cafe.

She wore silver stilettos, the heels a full 10cm high. A silver chain hung from her chest, forming an "X" shape around her body. Her fair, full breasts were separated by the intersection of the chain. The lower end of the chain wrapped around her slender waist and disappeared behind her hips, while the upper end wrapped around her neck and remained connected. The silver chain shimmered under the light, further highlighting her snow-white skin and making her alluringly beautiful.

Her smooth, white flesh seemed boneless, swaying gracefully with the movement of her lower body. Her large, melon-sized breasts rose and fell, creating dazzling waves. The woman on top of me was like a radiant enchantress, her body conjuring up a thousand alluring poses. I was completely captivated by her, thrusting my dragon upwards relentlessly, my lower body as hard as a pillar of flesh, each thrust deeply impacting the soft flesh within her. She, in turn, used all her seductive charm to meet my thrusts.

Under my incredibly persistent and powerful assault, she finally gave in. I felt an incredibly powerful suction force, as clumps of tender flesh rubbed and squeezed against my massive member. A generous amount of fluid spurted between my thighs, and she convulsed violently. Before her body could soften, I abruptly sat up and laid her face down on the bed, lifting her long, white legs with my hands. My massive member pounded into her honeypot like a drill, sending her to orgasm after orgasm. Although her body bloomed like a flower beneath me, she always covered her face with her hands, preventing me from seeing her beauty.

Just as I was reaching my climax, my lower body deeply embedded in her honeypot, ready to release my essence into her body, a sudden chill ran down my back.

I watched as a gleaming blade tip appeared in my chest, a dagger plunging into my heart from behind. Strangely, I felt no pain. A red dot appeared on my chest and then slowly spread outwards from the dot, gradually covering my entire body. I felt nothing; it was as if my soul had left my body and I was floating upwards. But my eyes saw that my body was still kneeling on the bed, and my lower body was still connected to that snow-white female body.

At this moment, red liquid began to flow from my body. The liquid was as red as blood, but human blood couldn't flow like that. The red blood flowed faster and faster, until my body was like a collapsing dam, pumping out red blood. At this moment, the woman's body and I had become two red blood figures, but the red blood was still gushing out. Soon, the entire bed and the entire room became a blood-red world.

My consciousness floated upwards, and my eyes began to see the person behind me who had plunged the dagger into my body. He was short and thin, and didn't look like someone who would commit violence. But when my gaze fell on his face, I froze. That face was actually my own, as if we had been taken from the same mold. Except for the huge difference in body shape, that face was completely my face.

I was in utter shock when suddenly a fireball fell from the sky, igniting the house like an incendiary bomb. In the blink of an eye, half the house was engulfed in flames. I, the perpetrator, vanished from the house like a wisp of smoke. The woman was gone too. Only a corpse lay amidst the raging flames. I turned it over. The front of the body had been burned beyond recognition; tender, red flesh lay exposed on the white bones. The eyes, now empty, were just two black holes. The mouth, with only upper and lower teeth remaining, was still grinning maliciously. ( Chapter 7 ,

11-14 ) I suddenly woke from the nightmare. Before my eyes was a small white towel with a kitten on the corner. The towel was being gently wiped on my face by a chubby, pink little hand. The owner of that hand was clearly not very strong; although she tried her best to wipe my cheeks, her hand kept slipping, either touching my nose or pressing on my eyes. I blinked hard, and what woke me from my nightmare was a little girl of about four years old with two pigtails sticking up. The little girl, holding a towel, smiled brightly when she saw me awake, her two dimples sparkling. She called out in her sweet, childish voice, "Mommy, Mommy, Uncle's awake! I'm washing his face for him!" "Okay, Lele's so good. Let Uncle get up by himself. Tell him to come eat when he's done washing." Sister Yao's voice seemed to come from the kitchen, but it sounded so warm and friendly. I got up, picked up the little girl, and kissed her smooth, apple-like cheek. "So you're Lele! Lele's such a good girl. Uncle likes it when you wash my face." Hearing this, Lele's face lit up with happiness. She jumped down from my arms and ran to the living room, shouting, "Mommy, Uncle praised me! He said I'm a good girl, haha!" She wore a pink dress, the puffy skirt revealing her chubby little legs in white lace socks. She bounced around like a little angel. I sat down at the dining table, eating the rice porridge and pan-fried buns that Sister Yao had made for me, along with a bowl of steaming sweet tofu pudding. Sister Yao sat beside me, coaxing the squirming Lele to eat. She was still wearing the same pajamas as yesterday, her face bare of makeup, her shoulder-length hair clipped back with a hairpin. Her fair face was focused on her daughter, filled with deep love and maternal instincts—a perfect picture of a devoted wife and mother. We were having breakfast like any other ordinary family of three in this city. This scene seemed so familiar. I had once enjoyed this kind of simple yet peaceful happiness, but I couldn't remember the people in it at all. The moment I tried to recall them, my head buzzed again, this time mixed with fragments of last night's nightmare. I clutched my head, which felt like it was about to split open, and couldn't help but groan. A pair of cool, slender hands touched my forehead, and I felt relieved. Before me were Sister Yao and Lele's concerned eyes. Sister Yao took Lele's small towel and wiped my sweat, asking, "Little brother, are you alright? Where does it hurt?" Lele chimed in, "Mommy, is Uncle sick? If you're sick, you have to get a shot, and shots hurt a lot. Uncle, are you afraid of shots?" I gave Lele a playful smile and said, "Uncle is afraid too, so it doesn't hurt anymore. Uncle was just thinking about something; I'm not sick. Thank you, Lele." Sister Yao quickly added, "Lele, look, Uncle will be better soon. You should eat properly every day. Eat all the food in your bowl so you can grow tall and healthy, just like Uncle. If you're healthy, you don't need shots, okay?" She coaxed the child while still looking at me with concern. I gently took her hand and smiled confidently, "Sister, I'm fine, don't worry." My address made Sister Yao tremble slightly. Her small hand was held by my warm, large hand, but she didn't pull away immediately. Although her hand holding the spoon to feed Lele was still steady, the trembling long eyelashes under her almond-shaped eyes and her slightly reddened eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. After sleeping together last night, I felt closer to her. It was as if some inexplicable feeling connected us, not the kind of feeling between a man and a woman, but more like the affection between siblings. Not wanting her to get too excited, I let go of her hand and started telling jokes to Lele, making her laugh so hard she spilled a lot of rice, which earned me another scolding from Sister Yao. Once she returned to normal, we chatted like long-lost siblings. Sister Yao told me about her experience coming to this city to work, how utterly devastated she was after her younger brother's death, and how her elderly parents passed away shortly after due to cancer and lack of funds for treatment. During this time of multiple misfortunes, a relative introduced her to Lao Zhang, a local man with city residency. She casually started dating him, and eventually married him after his persistent pursuit. Although Lao Zhang wasn't her ideal partner when she was a girl, he was honest and kind. In this city where housing prices were skyrocketing, owning a home was a source of security for a woman, so Sister Yao quickly accepted Lao Zhang's proposal. Later, they had Lele. Although they might never become rich, this peaceful life was the best thing for Sister Yao. I also told Sister Yao my story, but I could only recall fragments from my memory. The last time I was conscious was in a hospital. The doctor told me I was a survivor of a car accident. Only a few people survived on the bus carrying 25 passengers, and when I was found, aside from a severe concussion, I only had minor injuries. However, I quickly discovered that I couldn't remember many things, including my name, identity, and family. The doctor told me my surname was Gao, but didn't know my given name. I found the surname on a tattered card in my bag. I only vaguely remembered places I lived as a child, but whenever I tried to recall people who were very important to me, my brain would suddenly start to throb with pain and cut off my memories. The hospital performed MRI and other tests on my brain, but found no damage. The doctors couldn't help me with the loss of certain memories. My injuries weren't serious, but I soon couldn't stay in the hospital any longer. The police had begun investigating the car accident, and I naturally became a prime target for questioning. It was then that I realized I was in grave danger. I had no legal identity and couldn't prove who I was. Adding to the pressure, the local government was putting immense pressure on the police. After overhearing a conversation where the police were considering classifying me as the perpetrator, I immediately seized the opportunity when they hadn't yet tightened their security and fled the hospital that very night. It was through a few clues and fragments of memory that I found my way to Sister Yao's story. After hearing my bizarre experience, Sister Yao fell into deep thought. My story was truly unbelievable. A car accident causing amnesia was bad enough, but the amnesia was selective—it was more astonishing than any Hollywood blockbuster plot. Sister Yao considered various possibilities for me, but none could provide a reasonable explanation, so she had to give up. "Little brother, didn't you say yesterday you were looking for Tieguai Li? Did you find him? Was he of any use to you?" Sister Yao asked with concern.

"Well, although it was a bit hard to find, I finally found it. He gave me the address of the person in the photo, and I plan to go see him today."

I told Sister Yao the truth, trusting her completely.

Hearing my words, Sister Yao's worry turned to joy, saying, "That's great! Maybe the person in the photo knows your past, and then you can find yourself again. If I hadn't had to cover Lao Zhang's shift this morning, I really would have liked to go with you."

Mentioning Lao Zhang, I couldn't help but think of the man I saw being so intimate with Sister Yao last night. I thought for a moment and then said, "Sister Yao, there's something I'm not sure if I should ask." Sister Yao

seemed to know what I was going to ask next. She reached out her right hand and pressed a finger to my lips, interrupting my question. She gestured towards Lele with her small mouth, her eyes seeming to say, "Let's not discuss this now."

I also felt that the timing and environment were inappropriate, so I nodded and stood up, ready to end our morning chat.

Just then, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock at the door, and then Lao Zhang appeared in the entryway, looking exhausted. "Honey, I'm home. You should go get ready to open the shop."

Hearing her father's voice, Lele immediately jumped off her chair and rushed to his side, proudly saying, "Daddy, Daddy, I finished a whole bowl of rice today! Mommy said if I grow up to be as tall and healthy as Uncle, I won't need any more injections."

Old Zhang had just picked up his daughter to cuddle when he looked up and saw me standing in front of him. His daughter's words made him suspicious. He pointed at me and stammered, "What are you doing in my house, honey? When did this boy come to our house? Why didn't you tell me?"

This is understandable; anyone who comes home to find a complete stranger in their house, with their beautiful wife in the same room, would react the same way as Old Zhang.

Before I could answer, Sister Yao came over and grabbed Old Zhang's hand, saying, "What are you yelling about? Don't overthink it. Xiao Gao couldn't find a place to stay yesterday, so I let him spend the night in our guest room. He was just about to leave." Old Zhang got even angrier. He shook off Sister Yao's hand, stammering angrily, "You, you, you...you brought a man home to spend the night! Have you no shame?"

Before Old Zhang could finish speaking, Sister Yao's eyebrows shot up, her almond-shaped eyes widening as if spitting fire. She grabbed Old Zhang's ear, saying, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm having an affair? Old Zhang, you'd better explain yourself clearly today. If you utter a single false accusation, I won't let you off."

Old Zhang cried out in pain as Sister Yao twisted his ear, but he didn't back down: "You, you, you are keeping a lover! You slut! Let go! It hurts so much!"

I saw they were acting too outrageously. Lele was... Everyone around was terrified and started crying. I stepped forward to separate them and said, "Alright, stop arguing. I slept in the guest room yesterday. If you don't believe me, go in and see for yourself."

Lele immediately nodded and said, "Dad, Mom slept with Lele yesterday, and she even told me to wake Uncle up this morning."

Seeing that both I and the child said so, Old Zhang believed me most of the time, but he was too embarrassed to admit it, so he could only awkwardly apologize to his wife, saying, "Wife, I was stupid. I was blinded by greed and shouldn't have doubted you. I apologize to you."

Sister Yao turned her face away, ignoring him completely, and said, "Hmph, what do you need to apologize for? I should be the one apologizing to you. A shameless woman like me has brought shame to your Zhang family. I see there's no need for me to stay in this house anymore. I'll pack up and take Lele back to my hometown."

After saying that, she started to walk towards the bedroom. Old Zhang panicked completely and quickly grabbed Sister Yao's arm, apologizing and begging for forgiveness. He was so terrified that he was almost kneeling down to beg his wife.

Seeing that things had calmed down, I went over to help Lao Zhang persuade Sister Yao. Sister Yao put on a show for a while, then stopped, saying she wouldn't leave for the time being, but she would observe Lao Zhang for a while. If he continued to be unreasonably suspicious, she would definitely file for divorce next time. However, from her cunning eyes, I could tell that Sister Yao had won another great victory this time; she really knew how to tame her husband.

After they calmed down, I gave Lao Zhang two thousand yuan and said to Sister Yao, "It's getting late, and I still need to go ask that family. Consider this my lodging and meals for yesterday. I'm sorry to have bothered your family."

"Oh, brother, why are you being so polite?"

Lao Zhang was overjoyed to see how generous I was and immediately tried to take the money.

Sister Yao raised a delicate eyebrow, snatched the money from Old Zhang's hand, and stuffed it back into my hand, asking me with concern, "Little brother, I can't accept this money. Be careful on your journey. Whether you get any news or not, remember to come back for dinner. If you have good news, tell me."

I could hear the affection in her voice, so I grabbed her hand, put the money back in, and gave her a confident smile, saying, "Sister, I know. Don't worry, I will definitely come back. This is a gift for Lele. It's my first time visiting the General Manager." "You're supposed to give me a gift, right?"

Sister Yao's eyes welled up with tears when she heard me address her. She was so moved that she couldn't speak, only nodding to me through her tears. Old Zhang, afraid that his wife would return the money, quickly took it from Sister Yao's hand and said, "Oh dear, don't refuse such a kind gesture. I'll keep it for you and buy toys for Lele later."

No one paid attention to Old Zhang's mutterings. I first picked up Lele and kissed her little cheek, then gave Sister Yao a brotherly hug, and then picked up my handbag and walked out the door.

Chapter 8

Standing at the entrance of the residential area behind the Fuyou Center, I realized that going in to find someone would not be an easy task. I don't know if Tieguai Li had concealed some key information, such as the fact that the elevator in this building can only be selected by swiping a card, and only the owners of each unit can use the elevator. Other visitors must have a video call and ask the owner for a dynamic identification code to control the elevator. This is undoubtedly an insurmountable difficulty for me at present. I tried looking for the emergency stairwell, but when I saw two neatly dressed building security guards sitting in front of the emergency doors, I had to give up on that idea.

I pressed the button for unit 2002 in the elevator lobby for ages, but didn't get a response from the resident. I figured no one was home at this hour. What should I do? Should I keep waiting or come back during mealtime? But loitering in the elevator lobby for so long wasn't a good idea; I noticed at least four security cameras monitoring the area as soon as I entered. The building security guards would notice me sooner or later.

I moved to the mailboxes opposite the elevator, pretending to look for mail, and quickly found the 2002 mailbox. Unfortunately, this mailbox also required a card swipe. When did urban housing become so technologically advanced? However, a few business letters were still stuffed out of the envelope. I took them out and glanced through them; they were mostly shopping receipts and advertisements, but the recipients were listed under two names. Most of the shopping receipts were addressed to Bai Liyuan, while a few real estate and financial product advertisements were addressed to someone named Guo Qi, but his address was also 2002. What was the relationship between Guo Qi and Bai Liyuan? Why were they at the same address?

While pretending to read the letters, I kept glancing at the people going in and out of the elevator. There weren't many people in the building at this time. After a while, a young woman in her early twenties entered. She was wearing a white dress, not tall but well-proportioned, with slender, fair legs in flat shoes. Besides her bag, she was carrying a rather large basket, which looked like she had just returned from shopping. The basket was full of fruits and vegetables, and it looked quite heavy.

I saw her take out her card and swipe it; the floor indicator showed the numbers 2101. I quickly followed her into the elevator. My strategy was to pretend to be a resident of the building. Since the building is basically two apartments per floor, residents on different floors rarely interact, and most people are unfamiliar with the residents on their floors above and below. So I greeted her as if I often saw her in the neighborhood, and she responded politely, which showed that she didn't know me at all.

"You bought a lot of groceries today. Your husband is so lucky."

While complimenting her, I offered to carry her shopping basket.

"It's alright, I don't have to work now, so I just stay home and cook. I've become a housewife, sigh."

I lightened her load considerably, and she relaxed a bit. Although her tone was somewhat resentful, her words revealed a comfortable lifestyle.

"No way! You've maintained a great figure, almost like a young girl. You'd have plenty of suitors. No wonder your husband doesn't let you go to work."

I distracted her with small talk, and sure enough, she didn't notice I hadn't swiped my card.

Women are vain, and my compliments had a great effect. A blush spread across her face, and she became much more relaxed in her conversation. She said things like, "It's not that men like to cheat, it's that a woman's biggest job is to look beautiful so she can keep her man," while simultaneously observing her own clothes against the elevator wall.

As we chatted, the elevator arrived at her floor before we knew it. I helped her carry the basket to her door, and she warmly invited me in for tea after she went inside, but I declined, citing other commitments.

I pretended to wait for the elevator and walked back to the elevator entrance. After hearing the door close behind me, I quickly turned and headed towards the stairwell.

Everything went smoothly; the stairwell wasn't locked. I quickly went downstairs to the door of apartment 2002. Now I had plenty of time to observe the place.

The layout was exactly the same as the floor above. The elevator led to a viewing balcony. The abundant sunlight from the 20th floor shone brightly on the brown carpet in the elevator lobby. The balcony was enclosed by floor-to-ceiling tempered glass. Standing in front of the glass and looking down, I could see pedestrians the size of ants. In the center of the floor-to-ceiling window was a triangular rosewood round table, on which sat a vase of daffodils in a gilded porcelain vase. As I approached, I smelled a faint fragrance—they were real, live flowers! Several modernist paintings hung on the walls of the elevator lobby, and the entire environment was spacious and elegant.

There was a unit on each side of the elevator, with doors facing each other. The doorknob of the left unit was quite dusty, indicating it hadn't been occupied for some time. The right unit was my target; it clearly showed signs of frequent use. I crouched down to examine the doormat; there were several deep dents, smaller than a coin, likely made by women's high heels.

Beyond that, I couldn't explore any further. The building's security and decor suggested the residents were wealthy. Although not in the city center, the city government's key development projects—the Lingang Business District and Cultural and Leisure Center—were located here, and property prices had risen to over 30,000 yuan per square meter in recent years. I was curious about the people in the photos, their backgrounds, what they were doing, their relationship to me, and who I was.

After waiting for an hour with no sign of them, I suddenly remembered the memory card I'd received from Cheng Xu. Its contents were related to the mature woman I'd seen at the internet cafe. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about that beautiful mature woman; there was something about her that attracted me. Thinking of this, I quickly pulled out the memory card from my pocket, inserted it into my phone, and started looking at it.

The memory card wasn't big, only 8GB, but it was already full of things. I glanced at it; most of them were Japanese AV videos, featuring mature women with an air of elegance like "Hojo Maki" or "Kuroki Mai." It seemed this guy was a total mature woman enthusiast. No wonder, kids this age often have many fantasies about mature women. I opened the dcim folder, which contained three video clips with the .3gp extension. The first two were quite old, so I opened the last one, recorded yesterday afternoon, about 400MB in size.

The video started off a bit shaky and dark, clearly Cheng Xu hadn't positioned himself correctly. It took about a minute for the picture to brighten up; the resolution was pretty good, quite clear on the phone.

The first thing that comes into view is a bun styled at the back of the head. The bathroom lights are bright, and the woman has created a seemingly intricate bun, secured at the top with a small gold bow-shaped hairpin. It's clear from the video that the woman's hair isn't pure black; a few strands are highlighted with burgundy, adding a touch of sensuality and allure to her elegant updo.

Below the bun is a long, graceful neck, like a swan's. The video angle only shows the back of the beautiful mature woman. She is completely naked from the waist up, her narrow shoulders revealing a beautiful curve formed by her shoulder blades, and her snow-white skin is dazzlingly white under the lights.

The mature woman in the video began to move. Her slender waistline appeared first, continuing upwards along her waistline to expose her plump, white buttocks to the camera. Although I had already seen the shape of those buttocks bound by the fitted pencil skirt that day, their freed form was even more astonishing. At this moment, those plump buttocks were slowly swaying, then began to move up and down. Only then did I notice something sandwiched between the middle of the mature woman's plump, white buttocks. The phone's camera could only vaguely capture a dark shadow, but judging from its shape, it should be the boy's genitals. The mature woman's incredibly beautiful and alluring buttocks were constantly swallowing and releasing the boy's genitals. Her movements seemed very practiced. Although the movements of her plump buttocks were large, the boy's genitals remained firmly inserted inside. The occasionally exposed part shimmered under the light, as if it were covered with a transparent liquid.

Suddenly, a hand slapped her moving buttocks, causing them to tremble. The mature woman's skin was extremely delicate, and five-finger-shaped red marks immediately appeared on her plump, white buttocks. She let out a soft moan. The phone's recording quality wasn't very good; only a boy's voice could be clearly heard saying, "Slut, harder! Don't act like you haven't eaten. I won't let you go until you've made me come."

The voice sounded somewhat like Lü Tian's. I couldn't make out what the mature woman said, but the speed of her hip movements clearly increased.

The camera was adjusted slightly higher, and now it was clear that the mature woman was sitting on a pair of thin, hairy boy's legs. The owner of those legs was undoubtedly Lü Tian. Based on their positions, Lü Tian was likely sitting on the only toilet in the bathroom, while the beautiful mature woman, with her back to the camera, sat naked on the boy's lap, her lower body constantly absorbing Lü Tian's genitals. Under the light, her body resembled a white jade pear, swaying and dancing as Lü Tian's penis thrust into her.

Even in such a confined space, being dominated and pleasured by a boy, her movements remained graceful. However, Lü Tian was not one to appreciate this beauty. He gritted his teeth, urging her to speed up her movements while repeatedly slapping her buttocks. Soon, her buttocks were bright red, and she finally couldn't help but moan. Through those moans, one could sense her pain, but I also felt a strange pleasure mixed in with them.

While torturing the mature woman's buttocks, Lü Tian said, "Slut, don't be lazy. Xiao Dou's cock is still hard. What are you doing with your mouth up there? Hurry up and suck it out."

At this moment, a dark figure appeared in front of them. It seemed to be Xiao Dou, his penis thrusting towards the mature woman's mouth. The mature woman's head tilted forward, and her cheeks bulged out, as if she had swallowed Xiao Dou's penis. With the rhythm of her body movements, her hair bun swayed constantly, and the golden bow seemed to come alive under the light, dancing gracefully with the movement of her head. One of her slender, white arms was pressed against Lü Tian's thigh, while the other rested on Xiao Dou's waist, to cope with the vibrations caused by Lü Tian's continuous and violent thrusting.

The three maintained this position for about ten minutes. Lü Tian, seemingly unsatisfied with sitting, slowly stood up, supporting the mature woman's slender waist. He then pushed her forward until Xiao Dou's waist was against the sink. Lü Tian forcefully pressed the mature woman's waist down, her back forming a 90-degree angle with the sink. By this time, Lü Tian was fully upright, but his right leg was still somewhat unsupported, and he dared not put it down, supporting himself on his toes.

Throughout this process, the mature woman's mouth and lower body were never empty, stubbornly enveloping the two boys' genitals. Even while moving, Lü Tian and Xiao Dou maintained their possession of both orifices. The mature beauty stood with her legs apart, her full, rounded buttocks receiving Lü Tian's thrusts. Her long, white legs were spread wide, and she wore black stilettos. A small black strip of fabric, resembling a thong, clung to her right calf. The thong was made of very little fabric, just a few straps tied together, swaying with her leg movements.

Although her body was bent at nearly a 90-degree angle, her long, beautiful legs created a very high waistline, making it difficult for Lü Tian to insert his penis from behind. After a few unsuccessful attempts, Lü Tian seemed to get angry and slapped the mature beauty's buttocks harder. The woman shook her head in pain, grabbing Xiao Dou's thighs with both hands, desperately lowering her waist and bending her knees inward into a half-squatting position, significantly lowering her waistline. Only then did Lü Tian begin to thrust, satisfied. Because this position meant her body was half-suspended, the mature woman's head had to be completely positioned under Xiao Dou's crotch for balance. This meant she had to swallow Xiao Dou's penis entirely into her mouth, essentially giving him deep throat sex. Each thrust from behind pushed her head deeper into Xiao Dou's crotch, forcing her mouth to expand to its limit. Her mouth was completely filled with his penis, and only faint, muffled moans could be heard.

After Lü Tian got into position, he began thrusting his penis rapidly, while simultaneously reaching out to fondle the mature woman's breasts. Her plump, white, melon-like breasts drooped under the influence of gravity, rhythmically swaying with each thrust from behind, occasionally hitting Xiao Dou's thighs and creating waves of white flesh.

The beautiful mature woman was sandwiched between two boys, her body simultaneously penetrated by their genitals. Yet, she appeared completely at ease, seemingly enjoying the boys' bodies while being violated by two teenagers.

Under the light, it was clear that all three were sweating; a few glistening beads of sweat slid down the woman's graceful back, past her slightly protruding belly, and down her long, slender, white legs. Her perfectly sculpted calves were taut, and her toes, clad in high heels, were slightly raised. At this moment, Lü Tian, presumably reaching his limit, roared, grabbed the woman's slender waist, his thin buttocks trembling, and began ejaculating inside her. Xiao Dou also ejaculated deep into her throat, the two boys shouting as they released their semen into her body.

After receiving the two boys' fluids, the beautiful mature woman swayed her ample buttocks with a hint of lingering pleasure, as if Lü Tian's actions hadn't yet brought her to her climax. However, Lü Tian's lower body had completely softened, his small, white penis dangling among a few tufts of dark hair, completely devoid of its previous brutality.

After ejaculating, Lü Tian started putting on his pants and clothes while urging Xiao Dou to help him up. Then, he pushed open the door and left, leaving behind a parting remark: "You slut, you're lucky today. I need to rest this week. Wait for my call next week, and don't be late."

After they left, the beautiful mature woman immediately rushed to the sink and began vomiting and gagging. She then grabbed several tissues and kept wiping her genitals, as if trying to erase all traces left by the two boys. After finishing all this, she picked up her clothes from the sink and put them on. The white silk blouse and silver-gray pencil skirt were back on her. She even touched up her makeup in front of the mirror and tidied her slightly messy hair. She was once again the elegant and graceful beauty she always appeared to be. The video ended there.

While watching this video, my whole body was tense, partly from the desire aroused by the erotic scene, and partly from a burning anger. It wasn't just the voyeuristic pleasure of a beautiful woman having sex with two boys, but the humiliating way the mature woman was being penetrated and played with by the boys. It was clear she wasn't having an affair willingly; because someone else had something on her, she was being controlled by Lü Tian to satisfy his lust. But what unsettled me was that after being forced to penetrate the boy's genitals, although she tried her best to control herself, she couldn't help but gradually reveal a growing enjoyment of sexual pleasure. These emotions, though subtle, showed how sensitive her body was, how easily she could fall into sexual ecstasy.

But why do I feel a little uncomfortable? What does she have to do with me? Why do I feel jealous? Is it because I witnessed something beautiful falling into ruin before my eyes?

Chapter 9:

This mobile phone video is about 20 minutes long. After watching it, I stood up and stretched my stiff body. Just then, the elevator dinged, indicating that someone had arrived on this floor.

A tall, thin man walked over. He had a rectangular face, thin lips, and slightly curly black hair combed back with long, thick sideburns that looked meticulously styled. His features were quite handsome, but the thick crow's feet around his eyes suggested he was not young, probably around 40 years old. He wore a loose linen shirt and work pants, with the shirt cuffs and trouser legs rolled up, giving him an artistic air. However, his flirtatious eyes were always darting around, and his slightly crooked, downturned mouth gave him a frivolous and selfish appearance.

I only realized he was about half a head shorter than me when he got closer. His large, almost extravagant eyes, typical of men, were scrutinizing me as if appraising me. He immediately said, "You don't need to introduce yourself anymore. I'm not buying anything from you. And tell your companions to stay away from here. I don't know how the security guard let you up."

He seemed to think I was a salesperson, and my clothes and the bag I was carrying did indeed make me look like one. I forced a smile and used my prepared explanation: "Excuse me, Mr. Guo Qi and Ms. Bai Liyuan, do you live here?"

He seemed surprised and said, "I am Guo Qi. This is my home, and Bai Liyuan also lives here. What do you need me for?"

I wasn't surprised he admitted to being Guo Qi, but what was his relationship with Bai Liyuan? I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before.

I politely asked, "Mr. Guo, how should we address Ms. Bai Liyuan?"

He said impatiently, "Bai Liyuan is my wife. Are you looking for her or me?"

Was he Bai Liyuan's husband? Why can't I find a single clue about this person in my memory? Tieguai Li didn't tell me Bai Liyuan had a husband, right? No, otherwise, who gave birth to her child? Could this person be the child's father?

While thinking this, I quickly delivered the excuse I had prepared. I pretended to be a lawyer from a law firm, here because I had been commissioned by a foreign client to find his relatives in China. He had gone abroad to do business thirty years ago and lost contact with them. He now had assets worth hundreds of millions but no heir. In my story, Bai Liyuan was his only niece, so I was here to verify everything. I had already come up with this story when I saw Guo Qi. Judging from his appearance, he was cold-hearted, greedy, and selfish, and money was the only bait to lure him in.

As I expected, Guo Qi was quickly drawn in by my story, constantly asking me about the amount of the assets and related procedures. It wasn't until I hinted that we had been standing at the door for too long that he realized what was happening and invited me in to discuss it further.

After entering, I used the fabricated story to answer Guo Qi's persistent questions while looking around the house.

This house is definitely not small, probably over 200 square meters, with a four-bedroom, three-living room layout. The interior decoration matches the building's class, mainly using light colors, with creamy yellow wall paint paired with a full set of off-white teak furniture. The overall decoration is simple European style, and the bright and clean windows show that the owner values home life. On the dining table and coffee table are blue and white porcelain vases, filled with white lilies, the flowers still glistening with morning dew. What surprised me was that the house didn't have the wine cabinets, antique furniture, or other ostentatious items commonly found in homes of this class. Instead, oil paintings were scattered throughout the walls and cabinets.

These paintings mainly depicted people, and most of them depicted the same woman, but the woman in the paintings was mostly shown in profile or in the distance, making it difficult to see her face clearly. Among them, a 120*80 painting placed next to the TV cabinet caught my attention. I used the excuse of assessing the price of the house to walk closer to the TV cabinet and observe the oil painting out of the corner of my eye.

The background of the painting was a clear blue sky and water. The painter's brushstrokes were very delicate, not only vividly depicting the light washed by the afternoon sun, but also capturing even the birds gliding in the air and by the water. In the center of the scene is a long European-style daybed, its color and style matching the furniture in the room. A woman lies on her side on the daybed, her back to the scene. Her dark, cloud-like hair is styled into a noblewoman's bun at the back of her head. She has a slender, fair neck and delicate, small ears. Only the outline of her profile can be roughly seen, but it is enough to show her beauty. Below that is her pure white, translucent body shrouded in a layer of light gauze. One arm is resting on the armrest of the daybed, while the other arm gently caresses her long, fair thigh. Her curves are perfect. A slender spine extends from her slender shoulders to her full hips. Although her body is in a folded position, there is not an ounce of fat on her waist. Her jade-like body exudes the aura of a mature woman, but her fullness is not at all greasy. She is like a naturally crafted jade pipa, waiting quietly.

This woman was absolutely stunning, but I felt her features were somewhat familiar, as if I'd seen her somewhere before—was it in a dream or some memory? Given her presence here, she must be Bai Liyuan. Pretending to assess the situation, I asked Guo Qi, "Mr. Guo, this painting was created for your lady, right? I wonder which renowned artist it is? Paintings like this are incredibly sought after in today's art market, worth a fortune."

Guo Qi beamed, eagerly replying, "This is indeed my work. I wouldn't call it a famous artist, but it's only a matter of time."

"The current art market is too superficial. Collectors are all nouveau riche with no discernment, only knowing how to chase after those outdated masters. My painting will take at least thirty years before people realize its value."

Guo Qi spoke of his work with considerable pride, quickly shifting the topic to his own creative process, occasionally interjecting with comments on the prevailing trends in the art world. In his words, many in the art world today are charlatans who rely solely on their past fame to survive, while truly great works (like his own) are overlooked. His words were tinged with resentment.

I casually brushed off Guo Qi's boastful talk, while secretly wondering how he and Bai Liyuan could help me remember things. It wasn't until he had described all the paintings in sight that the door opened.

A tall, graceful figure appeared in the entryway. Beside the entryway was a wardrobe, with a small shoe cabinet on the bottom shelf. The owner of this figure was bending one of her slender, white legs, taking off her black stilettos. She was wearing a Chanel-style vest dress with black and white diamond patterns. Because she was bent over, her two round and plump buttocks were facing me. The hem of her dress was lifted up, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs like jade pillars. After freeing her legs from the stilettos, she put them into a pair of silver satin slippers. Then she stood up and raised her hair, which was tied in a bun, to look at me.

Before me lay a beautiful face, captivating with both joy and sorrow. Her long, slender eyebrows, straight nose, delicate lips, and slightly melancholic eyes made her seem as if she had stepped right out of the photograph in my hand. Time seemed to have stood still on her face; apart from a slightly fuller face and a deeper hint of melancholy in her expressive eyes, she had hardly changed.

When this woman, whom I had dreamt of countless times, caressed countless photographs of countless times, and thought of countless times in despair, stood before me, I suddenly fell silent. Before this, I had imagined a thousand scenarios of our meeting, prepared a thousand questions to ask, and stirred a thousand passionate emotions within me, but at this moment, all of them vanished like smoke. I simply stared into those beautiful eyes, my body frozen as if against my will.

The beautiful woman before me, too, seemed bewitched. Upon seeing me, she gasped in surprise, then stared intently at my face, oblivious even as her bag fell to her feet.

“Liyuan, do you know some good news? This lawyer just told us that a large sum of money is waiting for us to receive.”

Guo Qi greeted me and began to chatter on about the story I had fabricated.

But the beautiful woman called Liyuan ignored him and slowly approached me until her high breasts were pressed against my chest. She had a scent that was neither musky nor fragrant, not the smell of perfume, but a natural, feminine fragrance. This scent was so familiar; images began to flash through my mind like a slideshow. Standing in

front of my tall frame, the slender Bai Liyuan was still a head shorter than me, so she had to look up at me. She reached out her slender hands and touched my face. Her long, beautiful fingers, like white scallions, were neatly manicured and painted with silver nail polish. Under the light, her hands were so white they seemed transparent, and you could see the tiny veins beneath the skin.

At that moment, her slender hands were tracing my face, from my lips to the bridge of my nose and then to my eyes. The warmth from her palms made me feel the turmoil in her heart, like a flame trying to envelop me. Her breathing became a little rapid, and as her luscious red lips parted slightly, a fragrance as sweet as orchids and musk wafted onto my face, making my heart beat even faster. My mind had been filled with conflicting thoughts, but upon smelling her unique scent, a sense of calm instantly settled over me, and those conflicting thoughts subsided. The splitting headache gradually disappeared.

She stroked my face for a long time, then suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace. I felt a warm, fragrant body sink into her arms. Her height only reached my shoulder blades, and even through my clothes, I could clearly feel her high, full breasts pressing tightly against my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder, and the fragrant breath from her small mouth brushed against my neck, making my heart itch.

She murmured, "Little Stone, my Little Stone, you've finally come back to me."

Her words jolted me awake from my sweet dream. As if grasping something, I ignored her embrace, cupped her face in my hands, and looked into her eyes, asking, "Who is Little Stone? Who is Little Stone? What happened to Little Stone?"

Her beautiful eyes gazed at me, but her gaze seemed to drift to another level. In an extremely gentle tone, she said, "Little Stone is my precious darling, Little Stone is my only child. You are Little Stone."

My heart seemed to have been struck by something, and countless images flashed through my mind. The most striking was that photograph. The young and beautiful woman in that photograph had merged with the beautiful and noble Bai Liyuan before me, while the delicate child had become me. I thought of what Tieguai Li had said and the look in his eyes when he looked at me. His look had puzzled me for so long, but now I understood. He must have seen something and suspected I was playing a trick on him, but he had also cleverly tricked me, deliberately concealing this important information.

I spoke each word carefully, but in an extremely serious tone, "I am Little Stone, so you are my mother, right?"

The moment I called out "Mom," Bai Liyuan seemed to go limp, sinking into my arms and holding me tightly. Her face was pressed against my shoulder, her body trembling slightly as she sobbed softly, her voice trembling with emotion as she said, "Yes, you are my son, you are my precious little stone, and I am your mother."

Her fragrance grew stronger, and my mind seemed to be electrified, like a bug in computer software being fixed. Clearer images began to surface:

me, lying in my swaddling clothes, suckling at my mother's breast, her eyes filled with such tenderness and love; me, running around in my open-crotch pants, her hands chasing after me, feeding me with such firm yet gentle touch; me, lying in the bathtub, letting my mother bathe me, her movements so gentle and warm.

The memories in my mind became more complete, like tangled threads being untangled. As a child, I was extremely attached to my mother. I would be terrified if I couldn't see her. Once, she deliberately hid, and I searched everywhere for her, crying loudly in fear. She immediately emerged from her hiding place, hugged me tightly, and comforted me by kissing my hair. Only when I smelled her familiar scent did I calm down.

Now, my mother hugs me in the same way, but I'm no longer a little child. I'm a grown man now, and she can only reach my shoulder. I gently stroke her black hair, and it feels as if everything in the world has stopped, filling my heart with peace and tranquility, until my gaze falls on the golden butterfly-shaped hairpin in her hair.

The golden butterfly, perched on Bai Liyuan's black hair, is very conspicuous, seemingly dancing with the slight movement of her head.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my head, and countless images flashed through my mind. A noisy internet cafe, peeping children, a cramped bathroom, snow-white flesh under the lights, black stilettos, thongs hanging on the feet, the genitals of a teenage boy, a mature body writhing between two boys. This golden butterfly dances among several bodies, interspersed with the image of my mother from my childhood: my mother busy in the kitchen, my mother attentive at the dining table, my mother gentle by the bedside. This time, the faces of women in my memory are no longer blank; every face is Bai Liyuan's face, and the eyes on every face are the same, looking at me with a sad and helpless expression. In the background were extremely malicious laughs: Lü Tian's arrogant laughter, Tieguai Li's mocking laughter, and many other laughs I didn't recognize. These laughs pierced my ears like needles, each one stinging my scalp. The laughter grew stronger and stronger, and the images of my mother from my childhood faded from my mind. Instead, images of snow-white flesh, long, beautiful legs, full buttocks, and large breasts twisted and turned in my mind, striking all sorts of alluring and bizarre poses.

Finally, my brain couldn't take it anymore, and after a wave of dizziness, I collapsed to the floor.

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