Spying on the journey

Peeping on the Journey

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Our school organized a trip for teachers, with Putuo Mountain in Zhejiang as the destination.

The car first traveled along the Shanghai-Nanjing Highway, then took many detours for most of the day. Around 1 p.m., we arrived at the seaside near Ningbo, preparing to cross the sea to the Zhoushan Islands.

I am a voyeur and have an innate sensitivity to voyeuristic locations. As soon as the car stopped, while everyone was marveling at the sea, I had already quietly found the toilet at the ferry terminal.

Wow, a wonderful voyeuristic spot.

The toilet was located in a corner far from the ferry terminal, outside of which was the large parking lot of the ferry terminal, and next to it was the ferry terminal's wall. Behind the toilet in the wall was a small door that led to the outside of the ferry terminal. People could go to the toilet from inside the ferry terminal through the parking lot, or they could go directly to the toilet from outside the ferry terminal through the small door in the wall. Such a toilet was very convenient to enter and exit, and it was not easy to attract the attention of others.

Male? What is the division? There were two sections, an outer section for urination with a long trough along the wall, and an inner section for men's defecation with four squat toilets in a row. It was a flush toilet, with a large water tank hanging at one end and the other end connected to the women's toilet next door.

I was really lucky to find such a satisfactory toilet during a short rest stop on my journey.

Men usually only urinate during trips, so very few men go into the inner section. The women next door, however, use the squat toilets to undress regardless of whether they need to urinate or defecate.

Entering the inner section, I saw large aluminum alloy windows on both walls, making it very bright. I recalled seeing the women's toilet earlier, which had three walls with large windows besides the door, so it must have been even brighter. The squat toilet stalls were also made of aluminum alloy with frosted glass, extending from about 2 meters high to the ground, blocking people but not light. There was a step about 20 centimeters leading to each stall. Normally, toilet stalls are made of wood. It's made of precast concrete slabs, and it's rare to see one with aluminum alloy and glass partitions; I just happened to come across one today. After entering the cubicle, I noticed that the side panels went all the way down, but the front and back panels didn't, leaving a gap of about 15 centimeters from the ground. I know this is for cleaning convenience; the mop can be used through the gap under the cubicle to wipe the floor, preventing trash from accumulating inside. However, for us voyeurs, this kind of toilet has another advantage: the woman using the next stall, once she squats down, her genitals are already below the gap, so no matter which stall she's in, the men can observe her through the central hole in the mirror. The only difference is the distance between the stalls and the clarity. Since the side panels go all the way down, as long as the door is closed, the danger of being discovered by men is gone. Of course, if the second stall in the men's toilet is occupied, then caution is needed, because… The partition here doesn't reach the bottom, so he might spot me. But as I said, few people relieve themselves during a trip, so it's rare for a man to be in the second stall. I stayed there for a long time without a single man coming in. The hole in the wall separating the men's and women's stalls is only a few centimeters below the ground, almost flush with the floor, making it easy to observe. Unlike some toilets that are located very low, requiring you to lower the mirror very far to peek, which is both strenuous and difficult to see clearly. The drain is lined with matte stainless steel. Compared to ceramic tiles, stainless steel reflects light better without creating a clear silhouette, making it easy to conceal oneself and also easier to clearly observe a woman's genitals. There are also two directional footrests in each stall. When using the toilet, if there are footrests, people generally squat down in the direction they point, especially women. This might be related to women's thought patterns. The footrests in the men's stalls were facing the women's stalls. Later I learned that the footrests in the women's stalls were facing the men's stalls. The direction is unclear. Tell me, where can you find such a perfect toilet? Maybe the designer was a voyeur, and this toilet was built according to his own voyeuristic desires.

Most of the people using this toilet are waiting to cross the sea, so it's a continuous flow. When I went in, the entire toilet was completely silent, not a single person was there. I quickly ran to the stall near the women's stall, closed the door, and peeked into the drain. The stainless steel sink was gleaming, obviously the women's stall was empty too. I squatted down and extended the reflector. All three stalls in the women's stall next door were reflected, but there wasn't a single woman, they were all empty. What's wrong with being empty? As long as I can see something, there will be one soon. I have experience with this; the best thing about the toilets at ferry terminals is that cars arrive one by one, and people come to use the toilet in waves. Don't be fooled by the lack of people now; soon you'll be watching them all. The toilets at train stations and docks have a particularly high flow of people; you can easily spot dozens or even hundreds in a short time. And women using the toilets at stations and docks aren't as cautious as they are near their homes. They're unfamiliar with the layout and often unknowingly become easy prey for us.

I stood up, tiptoed, and looked out the window. I saw my colleagues walking towards us, one after another. Because of the heat, the women's clothing was varied—some wore skirts, some shorts, and some trousers. The men were all wearing trousers and t-shirts or shirts.

I got out of my stall, closed the doors to the other three, went back to the innermost stall, closed the door, and locked it. I started to wait. I know that when men urinate, some will go to the urinals if there's an empty one, but they usually won't if the door is closed. I closed all the urinal doors to minimize unnecessary disturbance.

The prey has come knocking.

After the men entered, they crowded haphazardly into the outer urinals. The women, however, entered in a very orderly fashion. Of the three urinals, the middle one was the first to go in, followed by the one furthest from the men's stall, and finally, someone would go to the one closest to the men's stall. Those who came later had to wait, and those waiting didn't care about distance from the men's stall; they went wherever there was an empty spot. Once inside

, almost everyone squatted facing the men's stall. I immediately understood: the women's stall feet were facing the men's stall.

This gave me quite a bewildering and entertaining experience. Our workplace is predominantly female, especially women in their thirties and forties. I particularly enjoy observing women of this age; their genitals are fuller than those of young girls, their movements when using the toilet are more daring, and their underwear is more varied. There were about twenty of them on this trip, and because they had been on the bus for a long time, almost all of them went to the toilet. I saw them all, and occasionally one or two would turn their backs to the men's restroom, but I didn't care.

Anyone who has spied on women knows that there are many similarities in how they use the toilet: their genitals are all similar, and their procedures are also similar. Explaining them all would be tedious, so I'll just mention a few that are more distinctive, using pseudonyms, of course. I should clarify that these are the teachers at our school; everyone knows them well, and I can recognize them by their accents, clothing, and posture. Therefore, I could easily match the genitals I saw in the rearview mirror with their appearance.

I often see women's vulvas, and whenever I do, a popular folk saying comes to mind: "凹屄" (āo bī). What a vivid word! One has to admire the imagination of our ancestors. "凹屄," especially the word "凹" (āo), depicts a woman's vulva so realistically. There are two labia on either side and a slit in the middle, only lacking the parts hidden inside the depression. It's as specific and vivid as it gets. If you flip the word "凹" and press it between a woman's legs, it's practically identical to a real vulva. Let's look at the character "屄" (bī). "凹" (āo) depicts the shape of the vulva, while "屄" resembles the shape of a mouth. Say it aloud: "bi, bi." Pay attention to the mouth shape; the lips are slightly parted. Doesn't it look like a woman's vulva? So, "凹" and "屄" complement each other, describing the vulva from different perspectives. One is realistic, the other fictional; one represents form, the other sound; one refers to the lower mouth, the other to the upper mouth (some say women have two mouths, and "凹屄" is the lower mouth—how apt!). The term "凹屄" reflects the unparalleled wisdom of our ancestors. Hearing, seeing, or thinking of "凹屄" naturally conjures up the image of a woman's vulva. If we flip the corresponding character "凸" (tū) over and invert it along with "凹," what happens when we combine them? The result is a vivid and typical model of sexual intercourse. In comparison, those "little holes," "flesh caves," "soul-stirring caves," and the like that seen in some places nowadays are all inferior. Only "abalone" has some meaning and is relatively vivid, but "abalone" is still inferior to "concave vagina." I absolutely love the term "vagina," and I also really like calling a woman's clitoris "clitoral core." Actually, "clitoral core" is quite descriptive. On one hand, the clitoris is hidden in the depression in the middle of the vulva. If you compare a woman's vulva to a flower, the labia are the petals, and the clitoris is the flower's center. On the other hand, the clitoris is a woman's most sensitive part, naturally the center of sensation during intercourse. Therefore, the clitoris should be called "clitoral heart" or "clitoral core." Personally, I prefer "clitoral core." The clitoris is the core of the vulva. If you compare a woman to a flower, her body is the trunk, the vulva is the flower, and the labia are the petals, then the clitoris is the flower's center.

Having said that, I'll get to the point: besides "vagina" and "clitoral core," I also like the terms "fucking vulva" and "fucking vulva." "Sexual intercourse" and "sexual life" sound dry and uninteresting, while "making love" and "having sex" are even less evocative. However, "fuck" and "sex with a vagina" are both vivid and direct; seeing these terms is like seeing the real scene. The word "vagina" (屄) is self-explanatory, and the words "fuck" and "sex" are equally lifelike. Look at the character "fuck" (肏): "entering flesh, entering flesh"—isn't that the penis entering the vagina? The character "sex" (日) is even more descriptive. The side part, which was originally drawn as a circle, clearly represents a woman's vagina. The horizontal line in the middle, which was originally written as a dot, undoubtedly represents a man's penis. The penis enters the vagina, and the vagina grips the penis—what else is that but sexual intercourse? What else is it but "sex with a vagina" (日屄)? Northerners like to call it "fucking pussy," while in my hometown we call it "sun pussy." Following local customs, I prefer "sun pussy" and find it more vivid and descriptive. I always felt that the original meaning of the character "sun" should refer to "sun pussy," not the "sun" as commonly understood today. The sun is merely an extended meaning of "sun." Humans understood "sun pussy" countless ages before they understood the sun. Think about it: without ancestors who understood "sun pussy," how could descendants understand the sun? Conversely, if our ancestors only understood the sun and not "sun pussy," how could they have survived generation after generation? Of course, this is just idle talk, and not enough evidence.

I think that in the future, when possible, I should try to use "concave pussy" to replace a woman's vulva, "clitoris" to describe a woman's clitoris, and "fucking pussy" and "sun pussy" to depict sexual intercourse between men and women. Please don't blame me for my lowbrow taste. I write this to share my true thoughts. In my mind, "凹屄" (āo bī) represents a woman's vulva, and "屄芯" (bī xīn), "肏屄" (cāo bī), "日屄" (rì bī), etc., all have their own meanings. I like these words and the meanings they represent, so I can't stop myself from writing this term, which is generally considered vulgar. Again, please understand.

The first person to come in was Teacher Wang. She went into the middle stall. Teacher Wang is a veteran of our school and has reached retirement age, but because...? The semester wasn't over yet, so classes were still in session. She usually had a full head of silver hair and a delicate face, and I always assumed her internal organs were delicate too. But this time I was wrong. When she took off her underwear, everything was exposed. Her vulva was shriveled like a child's, with no labia majora or minora, and it was stretched open like a mouth, a round hole in her vagina. The grayish-white pubic hair was completely at odds with her silver hair. It was strange; white hair gives a certain elegance, but white pubic hair was disgusting. There's really nothing to say about her.

The second person to come in was Xia, the science teacher, a young girl who had just been assigned to our school last year. She's usually very talkative, and today she was wearing jeans. When she squatted down, a patch of thick pubic hair appeared in the rearview mirror. From her mons pubis to her anus, it was all covered in dense pubic hair, completely concealing her vulva. I thought, truly worthy of being a science teacher; even her vulva looks like an untouched wasteland, a natural landscape. I didn't get a clear look at her pubic area; I only saw urine spraying out like a showerhead from her pubic hair, soaking a patch of it. Being a young woman, she was efficient. After urinating, she didn't use toilet paper, squatting a few times before standing up. I could still clearly see the urine stuck to her pubic hair; she must have used her underwear as toilet paper.

The third person to come in was Yingzi, the Chinese teacher, a woman in her thirties. She was plump, the balanced, full-figured type, with everything around her a size larger than others. She had a round face and large breasts. She was always cheerful. Because she was late, she had to use the stall closest to the men's stall, so I could see her even more clearly. When she was standing, I extended my rearview mirror towards the women's stall, so I could see her as soon as she took off her pants. She was wearing a light yellow pair of cotton briefs, without any see-through fabric.Empty. She squatted down while taking off her underwear. As she squatted down, I pulled the rearview mirror back. She squatted down, and I pulled the mirror back in. The rearview mirror always showed the situation on the other side, and she never knew my secret.

I know that, generally speaking, plump women tend to have plump vulvas, which are considered the most attractive. When she squatted down, I saw that, sure enough, her vulva was plump like a steamed bun. Her white-pink labia majora were high and tightly closed, hiding her labia minora inside, leaving only a thin, brownish strip in the middle. There was a lot of pubic hair on her mons pubis, but sparse hair on her labia minora, which didn't detract from the view. I prefer women with less pubic hair; it's clearer and looks cleaner. I know that the reason her vagina is so full and delicate is not only because of her plump figure, but also because of her fulfilling married life. From my years of experience of secretly watching, I know that for women of similar build and age, a young woman's vagina is always fuller than a young girl's, and conversely, a young girl's vagina is always tighter than a young woman's. However, the vagina that is now clearly displayed in front of me perfectly combines the fullness of a young woman and the tightness of a young girl. From this, I judge that our Yingzi enjoys frequent and regular sexual life. Her already plump vagina is constantly being caressed and stimulated by her husband's hands, mouth, and penis, and is fully developed, like a beautiful flower blooming in the wind. Her tightly closed labia revealed that her husband was a considerate man who treated every act of intercourse as an act of love for his wife. In their sex life, he was tender and loving, never rough with her, and never allowed his thick penis to rampage and ravage her vagina. Every thrust was powerful yet gentle, and every act of intercourse was long-lasting yet steady. Only such a sex life could allow his wife to experience orgasm without injury, and to ensure that her vagina was nourished by the rain yet protected from the ravages of the storm, thus becoming so beautiful and delicate.

Yingzi squatted down, and a stream of clear urine spurted out from the closed gap. Because her labia were tightly closed, with only a tiny slit, the urine that shot out became a very flat and wide stream, like a rushing waterfall falling from the sky. It landed in the ditch with a clanging sound, and after a long while, it gradually became thinner and finally could no longer be sprayed. The remaining urine flowed everywhere along the vulva, making her vulva and buttocks wet everywhere. A woman with a full and tight vulva is a good thing for her husband, and it is also pleasing to the eye for me, but it is really not a good thing for her. Look at the whole vulva inside and out, the whole buttocks front and back, everywhere is wet with urine, and it is still dripping down from the tip of her buttocks. It is not easy to clean. The waterfall finally stopped flowing, but she remained squatting. I saw her occasionally contracting her vagina. Actually, with a vagina as full and tight as hers, the contraction wasn't very noticeable; only the labia rippled slightly. But when she contracted her vagina, her anus, resembling a chrysanthemum, also contracted, making it very clear. The little chrysanthemum behind her vagina would tighten forcefully one moment and slowly relax the next. With the ripples of her labia and the contractions of her anus, urine dripped softly from her vulva. After a while, a drop of crystal-clear liquid, like dew, slowly oozed from the small, rounded part at the very bottom of her vagina. The droplet slowly stretched, eventually reaching three or four centimeters in length, somewhat like glue, somewhat like clear snot, and somewhat like semen, dangling precariously on her beautiful, slightly shiny, wet vagina. I knew this was the vaginal discharge that women, especially married women, often produce. Such clear discharge showed that our Yingzi had a healthy and clean vagina.

Yingzi's vaginal discharge was quite sticky. I saw her constantly wiggling her buttocks, clearly trying to shake off the discharge clinging to her vulva, but despite her efforts, she couldn't get rid of the glistening droplets.

Finally, she started using toilet paper. She was very particular about using toilet paper. The first step was to gently scrape off the discharge clinging to her vulva, carefully pinch it, and examine it closely. Seeing that the discharge was clear and transparent, she brought it close to her nose and smelled it; there was no odor, so she was relieved. She changed to toilet paper and began to properly wipe her vulva, wiping so carefully and meticulously, as if she were wiping a precious item. In fact, she wasn't wiping; she was using the toilet paper to pat dry the urine stuck to her vulva and buttocks. First, she wiped her labia, then her buttocks, and finally her anus, patting each area. She would change the toilet paper when it got wet, and finally, she would use a finger to gently insert between her labia to pat dry the urine around her vaginal opening and clitoris.

Yingzi threw away the last piece of toilet paper and gently patted her vulva. This action was strange; perhaps she also loved her plump vulva, so she gently caressed it. Her thick labia trembled slightly from the pat, looking quite beautiful.

She finally stood up. After standing, she didn't immediately put on her underwear. First, she stuffed the remaining toilet paper from the small plastic bag into her handbag hanging on the wall. That day she was wearing a pair of denim shorts with frayed edges, which she had pulled down very low when she went to the toilet. Now, standing there, she was barely holding them up with her knees. As she stuffed the toilet paper into her handbag, her body arched forward, her legs slightly apart, her knees

forming an O-shape as she tried to tighten her un-put-on pants. I extended the rearview mirror to a position where I could see her vulva while she was standing; a full vulva, viewed from below, was fully revealed before my eyes.

Fellow enthusiasts might think this is dangerous, as it seems easy for the woman to notice. Actually, as long as you control the degree, it's just as safe as looking at a woman's vulva when she's squatting. Think about it, when a woman stands up, her vulva is raised, and so is your gaze. When a woman stands up, she's always leaning forward to pull down her pants, so there are many blind spots in her vision. You can draw a diagram to find the best viewing angle and also to boost your confidence.

I positioned the mirror appropriately, observing Yingzi's vulva from below as she stood. Although her legs were slightly apart, her vulva was still gently pressed against her thighs, making her full labia even more prominent, creating an alluring bulge between her legs. I admired it for several seconds. She hid some toilet paper and pulled her pale yellow panties up to her waist. Because of her full figure, her thighs and buttocks were plump, putting on underwear was a bit inconvenient. She tugged at it for a while, and after finally putting it on, she rubbed it against her waistband a few times. After a few rubs, I could see her vulva wrapped in underwear. The crotch was taut and very fleshy. Because her vulva was full, her legs couldn't be completely closed, leaving a large gap in the middle, which seemed large enough to fit a fist. Most people assume that a woman's vulva doesn't have a large object and should be relatively flat when wearing underwear, but I saw that Yingzi's crotch was bulging, as if it was wrapped with a large lump. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a patch of slightly darker-colored fluid on Yingzi's crotch. It must have been from the white discharge overflowing from her vagina.

Our Yingzi, calm and unhurried, finally completed a beautiful process.

Here, I'd like to briefly mention that I'm a physiologically normal man, just like everyone else, and a man who enjoys voyeurism. Seeing a woman's vagina, seeing men and women having sex, naturally triggers my sensual reactions. However, I rarely describe my own physiological changes, aiming to give readers more room for imagination and interpretation, and to prevent my physical descriptions from affecting their experience. I hope you can gain more stimulation and enjoyment. As for psychological reactions, I will selectively share them, aiming to evoke resonance. In short, the psychological reactions can be shared, but the physiological reactions are best experienced by you alone. Okay, let's continue.

Next to come in was music teacher Shen Jingfang, eight months pregnant. She said that once she gave birth, her life would be tied down, so she was catching the last train to go on a trip. Teacher Jingfang? She was shy but also quite easygoing. If you joked with her a few times, she would only blush, not get angry. We usually got along very well. Earlier on the train, we sat in the same row. The journey was long, and she was sleepy, leaning against me in a daze. I quietly put my arm against her big belly and chest. There was no particular reaction, except that she quickly sat up straight when she woke up and gave me a shy smile. But after a while, she leaned against me again. I felt a tickle in my heart, but I didn't dare to touch her with my hands. I only dared to rub her with my arm. Her big belly felt strange, and it seemed like she was only wearing a very thin and loose bra. Her breasts were big and soft. On the train, I didn't dare to do anything too outrageous, or I would be embarrassed at work. Now that she was in the restroom, I should take a good look at her. After she settled into her squatting position, I, as usual, extended the rearview mirror to check on her. As long as I controlled the angle, it was perfectly fine, and even safer for a pregnant woman. Her large belly completely blocked her view, and the pregnant woman's slow movements made it easier to observe her. She was wearing the kind of overalls you often see on the street; I find it hard to understand why pregnant women like to wear overalls—they're so inconvenient! I extended the mirror so far that I could see her chin, almost like there was no wall between us. Normally, I wouldn't dare extend the mirror that far, but since the person opposite me was pregnant, I knew what to expect and was confident. Jingfang stood there, pulling the straps of her overalls off her arms one by one. Without support, the pants fell naturally down. When they reached her knees, I noticed a secret: her underwear had also fallen down to her knees along with the overalls. It seemed her underwear had already slipped down, only held up by the overalls. Its function of concealing her vulva was long gone; it was just crumpled up and clinging to her thighs. Thinking about it, it made sense. A pregnant woman's belly is like a ball, so of course it couldn't hold her pants up. No wonder I noticed her constantly tugging at her bottom in the car; her underwear was already clinging to her buttocks then, and her vulva was only concealed by the overalls. Actually, if I had known earlier, I might have been able to see her exposed vulva through the gaps in the overalls. Everyone knows that overalls have a large opening at the waistband; what's the difference between a woman not wearing underwear and being completely naked? In public, if a man sits next to you with no underwear under your coat, exposing your genitals, it might cause some psychological distress. Women, even if their husbands want to see their genitals, feel embarrassed, let alone other men. She probably knows that if I were so inclined, I might see something between her waistband and underwear. After returning from the trip, I brought up this issue with her when we were alone, saying, "With your big belly, how are you going to keep your underwear in place?" She blushed and smiled shyly, but later quietly told me that it was going to fall down, and she just had to wear it more often. Of course, she didn't know I had seen her underwear fall down. I even asked her what she would do if her underwear fell down during class. She said she would just have to make do, and told me that most of the time it wasn't quite right. I asked her what it was like now. She smiled shyly again, it was obvious that her genitals were still exposed under her coat.

However, even though her underwear had fallen down with her overalls, I still couldn't see her vulva. Instead, I saw a three-finger-wide strip of white paper between her legs. Upon closer inspection, it was a sanitary pad, wrinkled and clearly showing the shape of her vulva behind it. I was puzzled. Her underwear was down, so why was the pad still stuck to her vulva? A closer look revealed the secret: the pad wasn't stuck to her underwear, but rather taped directly to her stomach. No wonder it didn't fall off even after her underwear came off! But it was only stuck to the front, not the back. Why wouldn't it fall off? Further observation revealed another answer: she was probably pregnant, and her vulva had a lot of discharge. This discharge was what stuck the pad to her vulva. What a brilliant method! I'd never seen anything like it before. She held up her overalls and wiggled her hips, her vulva moving along with her, finally managing to wring the pad off. Finally, I saw Jingfang's vulva. It was sticky and wet, with a lot of mucus even on her inner thighs; it must have been very uncomfortable.

With her large pregnant belly, what was Jingfang doing? It was inconvenient, so she slowly pulled up her pants and squatted down. Because her pants were pulled down to her knees, her entire vulva and belly were exposed, and I could even see the stretch marks on her stomach. Due to her pregnancy, a closer look revealed that Jingfang's vulva was noticeably different from others. First, the labia were darker, with more pigmentation; the entire vulva was a dark, brownish color, and the labia minora were darker than the labia majora. Second, the shape of her vulva had changed significantly. Because her vulva had been preparing for the extreme dilation during childbirth, coupled with the pressure of the fetus, the entire vulva protruded noticeably outwards. The labia majora were swollen and taut, and the labia minora were hanging outside the vulva, clearly parted. The width of her vulva has noticeably increased, and her legs are wider than usual. Due to abdominal expansion, the arc-shaped area of her lower abdomen has disappeared, forming a spherical shape from her vulva to above her navel. The small triangle marking the vulva area has disappeared, replaced by a large triangular area extending from her vulva to her navel. Overall, Ms. Jingfang's vulva is now much larger, more prominent, and fuller than that of an average woman—a standard large vulva, so large that my small mirror seems unable to contain it.

Jingfang's urination is unremarkable; it simply comes out of her vulva, but the flow is quite rapid, effectively washing away the sticky discharge. After urinating, I can hear her soft sighs, sounding very comfortable. Because of the protrusion of her vulva, her labia tremble more intensely and for a longer duration when wiping than an average woman. After urinating, a considerable amount of vaginal discharge gushed out again from her vulva, likely due to pregnancy; it was relatively cloudy. The color was milky white, more like semen flowing from the vagina after intercourse. I mentioned this in our conversation before; I said my wife had a lot of discharge when she was pregnant, which was very uncomfortable. She said yes, it was annoying. I then asked if it was still like that now, and she said yes too. When men and women talk about sex, unless there's a specific opportunity, they just touch on it briefly, but the meaning is clear. She clearly told me that her vagina was very uncomfortable.

After urinating, Jingfang wiped with difficulty, but she wiped very carefully, cleaning the inside and outside of her vagina, then struggled to stand up. After standing up, Jingfang methodically reattached the sanitary pad. Yes, with the continuous discharge from her vagina, how could she manage without a pad? The pad on her lower abdomen wasn't a problem, but the back was difficult. Due to the flushing from the urine and careful wiping, her vagina was already very clean; what to do without the pad?

Jingfang had a way. She reached down from behind and used her fingers to push the sanitary pad into her vulva, pulling it back and forth to create a deep slit in the middle. The pad was finally seated. After inserting the pad

, Jingfang, holding her overalls in one hand, clumsily pulled her underwear up to her waist with the other. I saw it was a very loose pair of underwear; even after she put it on, I could still see the sanitary pad on her vulva through the leg opening, and the shape of her labia was still very obvious.

Jingfang finally put on her overalls and slunk out.

Meanwhile, people were constantly changing in the two squatting stalls behind her, one after another, showing me their beautiful vulvas.

Teacher Zhang was slender, but her vulva wasn't thin. Teacher Liu was short, and her vulva was also small; apart from the pubic hair at the front, her vulva was shorter than a finger. Teacher Li had a delicate face, but her vulva…? Her skin was frighteningly dark, and her thick, bushy pubic hair was incongruous with her appearance. Teacher Xi was delicate and pretty, petite and charming, with fair skin. Teacher Zhu was old, her pubic hair was old, and she looked like a urinal. Teacher Jin was different; although she was old, her pubic hair was still youthful, pink and tender, giving off a kind and gentle feeling.

Teacher Jiang was so urgent to urinate that she couldn't hold it in and insisted on going with Teacher Hu. Not only did she turn her back to me, but she also covered most of Teacher Hu's vulva. Teacher Xiao was menstruating today, and her vulva was covered in blood. After squatting down, she didn't urinate but first used her fingers to dig and poke inside her vulva, finally pulling out a wad of toilet paper soaked in menstrual blood. After urinating, she wiped for a long time, and I even saw her stick her fingers inside her vulva. Finally, she stuffed a clean wad of toilet paper into her vagina. I've occasionally seen people stuff toilet paper into their vaginas, or use their fingers to roll up toilet paper and insert it inside to wipe, but this is the first time I've seen someone I know do this. We all know Ms. Xiao is frugal, but I never imagined she'd be so stingy as to be squeezing money out of her own vagina. Come to think of it, if it weren't for her stinginess, I wouldn't have witnessed this spectacle. The sight of a woman's fingers moving inside her vagina is almost as stimulating as a woman tying a menstrual belt, not to mention I saw her digging out and stuffing toilet paper into her vagina.

The squatting positions behind were changing, and someone entered the one in front. This time it was Ms. Wang Yun, who's known as the school's most beautiful woman. Ms. Wang Yun is in her thirties, married for several years, and probably wants to be childless, so she hasn't had any children yet. Her stable and happy life has made her already curvaceous figure even more shapely. She speaks softly, always smiling, and is very popular. We all call her Yun'er.

Yun'er was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and a floral skirt today. On the bus, everyone had already been half-complimenting, half-teasing her about her figure. Now she was in the restroom with her colleagues.

Yun'er went inside, hung up her handbag, and tied her skirt in a knot at the waist, leaving her in only a small pair of panties. They were light blue, openwork embroidered panties; through the small openings, you could see dark pubic hair, and she was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose over them. She tied her skirt, fumbled in her handbag for toilet paper

, and started to undress, first pulling down the pantyhose, then peeling off her underwear, squatting down as she did so.

Wow, this is interesting! After she squatted down, I saw a white cotton thread hanging from her vulva. I knew it was the lead of a tampon. Seeing a woman using a tampon is still a rare sight these days. Today, an acquaintance, a beautiful woman, actually gave me the chance to witness the beautiful sight of inserting and removing tampons—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I had

to take the time to appreciate it properly. I quickly observed Teacher Yun'er's beautiful vulva. And I must say, Teacher Yun'er's private parts truly matched her face. Unlike some women who look radiant when clothed, but reveal a dark, ugly vulva when their pants are down, which is extremely disappointing. Her vulva was quite full for her figure. The labia majora were small and raised, a tender pinkish-red, while the labia minora protruded from the labia majora, a light brown color, full of wrinkles. The entire vulva was exquisite and translucent, giving a delicate and soft feeling. A white line peeked out from the vulva, adding to its vibrant color. There was no pubic hair on the labia, only a sparse tuft on the mons pubis, making her vulva appear even more delicate.

After squatting down, Yun'er reached her hand behind her knees and groped for the tampon hanging outside her vulva. She pinched it with two fingers and gently pulled it out. The tampon, swollen from menstrual blood, was stuck inside her vagina and difficult to pull out. As everyone knows, a woman's vaginal opening is small but the inner cavity is large. When the tampon is soaked in blood, it inevitably swells, causing the vagina to expand as well. Normally, this is fine, but the vaginal opening is responsible for preventing the tampon from slipping out.

Now the situation was different; the swollen tampon was difficult to pull out of the tightly constricted vaginal opening. She pulled gently, but couldn't move it. With a little more force, her vulva bulged outwards, becoming a protruding vulva, but it remained tightly closed. The tampon still wouldn't come out. With even more force, her labia finally opened slightly. With increasing force, her labia opened wider and wider, finally revealing the dark red tip of the tampon. As the tampon slid out, the vulva expanded and protruded further. One could imagine what the vulva would look like when it was fully open, but the full expansion certainly provided a unique kind of stimulation.

After half the tampon had come out, the rest was easy, sliding out smoothly with a "snap." The tampon, having emerged from the vagina, detached from Yun'er's vulva, swinging like a pendulum under her fingers. The tampon, soaked with menstrual blood, was thicker than a thumb; it must have felt very good inside her vulva. With the tampon gone, the blockage was gone, and the vulva became clear. The menstrual blood accumulated in the vagina flowed out, dripping into the ditch, leaving specks of blood on the vulva. Even more interestingly, the tampon also brought out a large piece of the remaining hymen, hanging outside the labia. Many people don't know that after marriage, some women's hymens, after being broken by their husbands' penises, don't completely shrink or slough off. Some remnants of the hymen remain at the vaginal opening, and larger remnants protrude from the vulva. Every time I see a vulva with remnants of the hymen, I feel a unique kind of stimulation. The hymen is broken? What? It broke? It's because of the penis thrusting in and out! Thinking about this, the vulva in front of me seems to be being thrust into by a thick penis. Isn't that stimulating?

Yun'er pulled out the tampon, but instead of throwing it directly into the ditch, she wrapped it in several sheets of toilet paper. However, she eventually threw it away, but no one would know that the tampon she had just pulled out of the vulva was on the right side of the paper packet.

Yun'er started urinating, and the urine mixed with menstrual blood gushed into the ditch. Perhaps to avoid soiling her lower body with menstrual blood, she slightly parted her vulva with both hands to let the urine and blood flow more freely. Of course, this allowed me to see more deeply and clearly. No matter how careful she was, some blood still stained her lower body, flowing down her buttocks, past her anus, and all the way to the tip of her buttocks.

After urinating, she repeatedly wiped her genitals, and finally took out a clean tampon and reinserted it into her vagina. Clearly, she wasn't used to it, and it took her quite a while to spread her labia wide open. Through her parted labia, I could see the vaginal opening, its hymen broken and mottled, and the pink, pearl-like clitoris at the top of her vagina. She finally managed to insert it, but when she pulled out the tube, half of the tampon was still sticking out of her vagina. If it weren't for her labia barely holding it in, it probably would have fallen into the ditch. As many people may know, tampons are inserted into a tube that resembles a medical syringe before use. To use one, you first insert the tube as deep as possible into the vagina, then use your index finger to push the plunger, while pinching the tube between your thumb and middle finger. Push and pull simultaneously until the plunger is fully extended and the tube reaches the vaginal opening, leaving the tampon inside. She was clearly a novice; her movements were not coordinated, and she pulled too quickly, causing the tampon to protrude outside her vaginal opening. As we know, the vagina is wide at the opening and narrow at the entrance. Only by leaving the tampon deep inside can the narrow opening contain it and prevent it from falling out. Now, with half of the tampon protruding, the vaginal opening's constricting effect is lost. Now, I had no choice but to use my fingers. First, I used two fingers to pinch and insert it into her vagina, then I used another finger to push it in, about two finger-widths deep. With some effort, I finally got the tampon in place. I got to witness the stimulating sight of her fingers inside her vagina. Ms. Yun'er was always so dignified and clean; no one would imagine she would insert her fingers into her vagina when no one was around. But now I knew.

We were colleagues, seeing each other every day, but from that day on, whenever I saw her, I had a completely different feeling. Her impeccably dressed appearance and the image of her vagina with her fingers inside would overlap and contrast before my eyes.

The tampon was in place, leaving only a white string peeking out and dangling. Ms. Yun'er wiped her fingers clean with toilet paper and stood up. I quickly held up a mirror towards the women's area and could barely see the white string dangling between her legs before being quickly covered by her panties. Yun'er put on her underwear, massaged her crotch a few times, pulled down her skirt, patted it off, opened the door and went out.

Meanwhile, while Yun'er was using the first stall, the principal went into the second stall and squatted down facing the men's stall. Our principal is in her forties, still quite attractive. I heard she was a beauty in her youth, with special connections to so-and-so in the Education Bureau and so-and-so in the Municipal Party Committee, which is why she was able to become principal. Judging from her appearance and figure, I felt those rumors were believable. Today, seeing her vulva, it matched her appearance, though it was slightly worn due to age, with a deeper pigmentation and a slight opening. But from her two full labia majora and two slender labia minora, one could still vaguely see her charming appearance from back then. The most distinctive feature was her large vulva. Although it was quite far away, I could still see it clearly. The color was still tender red. Due to the support of the vulva, the front of the vulva was slightly wider than the back, although the entire vulva was only slightly open. Anyone who's ever peeked knows that a woman's vulva is hidden inside her labia and is usually invisible. Our principal's vulva is quite unusual—large and protruding, which is why it's visible outside her labia. Women like this are rare; you could even say her vulva is deformed. But for men, this deformity is a blessing. I suddenly remembered the rumors that the principal had a nickname, "White Pearl." Looking at what I saw before me, I understood the deeper meaning of that nickname. Those who didn't know the details assumed it was because of her fair complexion. Now I understand; fair skin only gives her half the nickname. "Pearl" clearly refers to the large, dazzling, pearl-like vulva on the principal's vulva. That pearl-like vulva was a treasure! In her youth, it must have been an invincible weapon. Who could resist being captivated by the principal's dazzling vulva?

From this, I also understood a principle: walls have ears. Our principal's fair skin was common knowledge; everyone could see it. But her unique "pearl" had also eventually spread among people. Clearly, someone had exposed the inside story. Of course, most people didn't know the true meaning of "white pearl." I once saw someone jokingly use this nickname to the principal's face; obviously, he didn't know the inside story, otherwise he would never have done that.

The principal's urination was quite ordinary. After urinating, she wrapped toilet paper in her fingers and ran them along her vulva a few times before standing up. Now that she's older, the beauty of her vulva is no longer important, and she doesn't pay as much attention to maintenance as younger people.

Another woman entered the first stall, this time two at once. Teacher Jianjie came in first, hung up her bag, and was about to close the door when Teacher Li Fang exclaimed, "I'm so anxious! I'm so anxious! Let's just share!" and squeezed into the stall. Don't know? What? Ms. Jianjie, unwilling to compromise, said, "You go first, I'll wait a bit," and stepped out of the stall.

Ms. Li Fang said, "How could I? ...Thank you." She essentially took the stall.

Originally, Ms. Jianjie was inside first, and Ms. Li Fang came in with her back to the men's area. After Ms. Jianjie left, Ms. Li Fang still had to turn around and face the men's area to urinate, showing how powerful those two footrests on the stall were.

Ms. Li Fang's vagina wasn't particularly attractive, but her husband was also from our school, a loving young couple who had come on a trip together with their four-year-old son. The father and son were currently

urinating in the outer stall of the men's area, and I could hear them talking. Imagine, hearing his voice and admiring his wife's vagina—how exciting! They were both colleagues and acquaintances, making it even more exciting.

From my perspective, Ms. Li Fang had a large patch of pubic hair on her mons pubis. It was large in area but not very dense, and the hair itself wasn't long. The upper edge of the pubic hair was very flat, forming a perfect inverted triangle. She's a math teacher; who would have thought she'd hide such a geometric shape in this secret place? Behind the huge patch of pubic hair was a very small vulva. The labia majora were flat, and the area enclosed by the labia minora was smaller than average. From the vulva's clitoris to the arc at the back of the vagina, the distance was only four or five centimeters—a miniature, concave vulva. This

kind of vulva isn't very attractive, but I know that it's very useful during sex, allowing the penis to enjoy a stronger grip. There was a sanitary napkin stuck to Ms. Li Fang's white panties, with a small patch of blood on it. There was practically no blood on her vulva. It was probably the beginning or end of her period. After urinating, besides wiping as usual, she used her fingers to push a piece of toilet paper slightly into her vagina, holding it at the vaginal opening for a while before examining it. When she removed her fingers, I saw a small amount of menstrual blood on the toilet paper. I also knew her husband, He Zhuang, but he didn't live up to his name. He was short, short in every way—a typical short, stocky build. But I knew that He Zhuang's penis was extremely large. I had seen it in the toilet, and it seemed disproportionate to his physique. Even when not erect, it was quite frightening. Actually, there's an old saying, "A short man must have one strong member," and that "strong member" refers to his penis.

Looking at Ms. Li Fang's petite vagina, I wondered whether she would experience pleasure or pain when Mr. He Zhuang's enormous penis entered her.

As Teacher He Zhuang spoke, Teacher Li Fang finished urinating, and a small, hairy, concave vulva disappeared from my sight.

Next to her came Teacher Jianjie, who had given up her stall earlier. I was wondering why she hadn't suggested they share. Ha, I have the answer. Guess what happened?

A completely pubic, white vulva appeared in the rearview mirror. Oh, so our Teacher Jianjie is a "white tiger" (or "white tiger vulva"), because she doesn't have pubic hair. Generally, "white tiger" women are ashamed to be known, so she preferred Teacher Li Fang to use it first rather than share. Here, "white tiger" women are looked down upon; there's a saying: "Better to suffer hunger for a lifetime than marry a white tiger."The "hunger" here doesn't actually refer to physical hunger, but rather to a lifelong vow of abstinence from sexual intercourse.

Now that Teacher Li Fang is out, Teacher Jianjie can comfortably expose her vulva without revealing her shameful secret. However, she has no idea that another colleague, a male colleague, is peeking through a hole in the wall of the drain, observing her vulva—a secret she would rather die than show—and learning the truth about her desperately guarded secret, rendering all her previous efforts futile.

Teacher Jianjie's mons pubis is completely hairless, like a girl's, while her labia are full and rounded like an adult woman's. Seeing her vulva, I had two misperceptions. First, I felt her vulva was smaller than that of an average woman. With most women, I always treat the pubic hair and vulva fold as a whole, but Teacher Jianjie's vulva, lacking the pubic hair, appeared shorter. Second, I felt her vulva was larger than that of an average woman. Without the cover of pubic hair, the entire vulva appeared more exposed and clear, giving it a more three-dimensional and fuller appearance. Two illusions alternated before my eyes.

The skin of Ms. Jianjie's vulva was fair and rosy, and judging from how she wiped it, her labia were elastic. Except for the lack of pubic hair, her vulva was perfectly developed, especially the clitoris, which seemed larger than most women's. After urinating, a little white discharge leaked from her vulva. Like most women, she wiped it with toilet paper, then looked at it and smelled it. After standing up, she even stuck a sanitary pad to her underwear, giving me a chance to see the beautiful appearance of her white vulva when she stood. At the front was a soft, slightly raised pad of flesh, and behind it was a distinct slit, the top of which was slightly forked, somewhat like a "Y." Of course, the two dots at the top were only tiny, but it was this small fork that made her vulva even more textured.

Speaking of the White Tiger, I'm reminded of something that happened to me, a strange event that I couldn't understand at all, but which was eventually solved unexpectedly. This might not seem strange to others, but I really didn't know about it before.

Here's what happened: In the past, while spying, I'd glimpsed a few Hui women, the kind who wore dark headscarves. Strangely, most of them were pubic hairless (without pubic hair), and the other one or two had very short, neatly trimmed pubic hair. You know, I have this tendency—if I see a woman, I have to tell her. But telling a woman you've been spyed on requires an opportunity; you can't just tell every woman you see. There were a few I told, but their reactions didn't allow for further conversation, so I had to leave it at that. But with my silver tongue, I managed to hook a few. However, when I pointed out that she was pubic hairless and asked if it affected her marital relationship, the answers were always the same: they didn't care about that, it didn't matter, etc. Just when I'd formed the idea that "they don't have the same taboo about pubic hair as we do," I suddenly received an unexpected answer.

That day, I remember it was around 9 a.m., I was peeping in a park restroom. This park was located in the suburbs, not a scenic area, so there were no tourists, only nearby residents coming to this grove for a walk. There weren't many women to see, but it was very safe. The restroom was small, with only three stalls: two for men and one for women. I chose this place not only because it was safe, but also because there was only one stall for women, so if someone was in it, I had to watch. I had been peeping here for many years, accumulating a lot of women over time. Because

the place was secluded and undisturbed, I could usually see the whole process without having to pretend to take off my pants like in a regular restroom. Through the window, the only path outside was completely visible, and I could see people coming from afar. Because it was quiet, the footsteps could be heard far away. Because the restroom was small, and the stalls for women had no partitions or obstructions, the lighting was excellent, making the view quite clear and enjoyable. The toilets are small and lack privacy, so women usually hide behind the door, facing only the direction of the men's toilet. To be honest, I have no interest in looking at women with their backs to the men's toilet. It's different here. Outside the women's toilet is a small mound surrounded by bamboo groves. From the mound, you can see through the doorway into the squat toilets. Unlike in the north, where toilets only have openings but no doors, here, if a woman's back is to the men's toilet, then... I can simply go behind the mound and, through the gaps in the bamboo, admire her entire body. I've tampered with my view beforehand, allowing for very discreet peeks. Actually, I quite enjoy watching women use the toilet, especially in the past. I've seen many women wearing menstrual belts here. Back then, women of all ages used menstrual belts, making it easy for me to see. Sadly, those good old days are gone. Women wearing menstrual belts were so beautiful; there's no comparison. Now that menstrual belts are no longer used, sanitary napkins are very popular, and many women even stand while applying them, which looks quite nice. A woman's vulva looks good whether she's squatting or standing; the beauty is simply different for each person.

In this restroom, I've told many women about being spied on, but I'm very careful, only going once every one or two months. Even if they wanted to do something, they wouldn't have the patience. Based on my years of experience spying, I know that the vast majority of women won't do anything. I've tried many times. Single women are fine, and even women with partners are okay; they might tease each other or feel shy. I've even tried telling couples that their wives were spied on, describing it as a couple's situation. When I offered to help catch them, I didn't get a response. Most just said "never mind," and that was it. A few husbands went in to check and then nothing more was done. Actually, I know that if you think about it the other way around, if it were me... would anyone be so bold? The most dangerous is often the safest. It's most interesting to talk about this with married couples. Although they don't want to cause trouble, they still have some reservations, since their wives' vaginas were seen and described by their husbands. This applies to male friends as well. Once, I was telling a woman that a male colleague came over, and while she was away, he inquired. I told him he was very interested. Later, I used words like "there" and "that," while he used "vagina" and "labia." Of course, he used explicit language, so I followed suit. Eventually, we even used the more direct term "vagina." This explicitness is only occasional; most male friends don't react much, but I know what they're thinking. Through my descriptions, their wives' vaginas are already vividly in their minds.

I'm sharing these stories to reassure you. Talking to women about peeping isn't a big deal, as long as you maintain appropriate boundaries and use the right techniques, there's no danger.

Let's steer slightly back to what happened that morning. That day, I was lying in wait in the men's restroom when I saw a young mother helping a five or six-year-old girl walk towards us. The woman had a black floral headscarf wrapped around her head and wore a red skirt; she was clearly from an ethnic minority. Many of them were husband-and-wife shops selling Lanzhou noodles. At that moment, I had no idea I'd get to see another white-cheeked vulva. Inside the restroom, the woman first helped the girl urinate, showing me a young girl's vulva. To be honest, I didn't like seeing that kind of vulva; it lacked substance. After the child finished, the mother urinated herself. As I squatted down, a mixture of pleasure and doubt arose in my mind: another white-cheeked vulva before me. Did their ethnic group really have so many white-cheeked girls? Years of voyeuristic experience told me that white-cheeked vulvas were more common in rural areas than in cities, perhaps due to nutrition. But almost all of them were white-cheeked, which made me uneasy. Of course, despite my grumbling, I absolutely love a woman's vulva. It was a rare opportunity, so why not take the time to appreciate it properly? I watched her entire toileting process through the rearview mirror, scrutinizing every detail of her vulva's shape when she was standing and squatting. Let me add a side note: a vulva is incredibly beautiful when standing, with two labia forming a slit, perfectly resembling the Chinese character "凹" (āo), evoking the picturesque scenery of two peaks surrounding a valley. I've been to Hangzhou, and I remember a scene at West Lake called "Twin Peaks Piercing the Clouds," which is probably similar. People often compare a woman's breasts to twin peaks, but that's because they haven't experienced the beauty of a vulva. In my opinion, a vulva with white, tender labia is exquisitely beautiful and alluring—an unparalleled spectacle. Let me tell you a secret: I once had the chance to have sex with a woman with a vulva, and I didn't want to stop for a whole day and night.

Speaking of Hangzhou, let me digress a bit. I don't know if you all know, but Hangzhou is truly a voyeur's paradise. I've been to Hangzhou on business trips, and all I saw were flush toilets everywhere—at least hundreds. Hangzhou is a metropolis, unlike our small towns. There are so many toilets, and so many flush toilets! You can just squat down anywhere and peek at several places without it getting in the way. Hangzhou is beautiful, with beautiful mountains, beautiful water, and beautiful people. The young women and married women are all so radiant. Hangzhou women not only generally have good skin, but their vaginas are also as full, moist, and rosy as their skin. In my opinion, if we were to rank vaginas, Hangzhou women's vaginas would be one or two levels better on average than those of women from other places.

As you know, a woman with a pretty face doesn't necessarily have a pretty vagina, but the majority of Hangzhou women's vaginas are beautiful. I'll discuss this topic with you another time.

Having seen the young mother's exposed vulva, I followed her. I first praised her child for being cute, and she, like any mother, was happy and sweet upon hearing my praise. We chatted for a while, and seeing that she wasn't wary, I made a friendly gesture by quietly telling her that I had been spied on. She was unsuspecting and quite talkative, so she took me for a helpful person. Perhaps it was because she was traveling and had few acquaintances, and was feeling lonely, but we started chatting. The park was quiet, and there was a place to sit. She talked to me while watching her child; the child was still young and didn't understand, so there was no need to be shy. Of course, during the conversation, I seized or created opportunities to describe what I had seen to her. As usual, she was shy. I noticed that although she was shy and not used to Mandarin, speaking haltingly, she was still willing to talk to me and answer my questions. I thought to myself, "I've finally got my chance!" I know she's a naive village woman, very bold in her speech, starting with "there" and "that," then moving to "vagina" and "intercourse," and finally using "vagina" and "fucking vulva." I went back and forth, repeatedly, to achieve this. Because my writing isn't good, I can't clearly describe the whole process, so please forgive me. Anyway, this happened, just not clearly. For example, I said things like, "We don't understand each other's language very well, so let's be direct and easy to understand," and "They're peeping at your...that vulva...you know what a vulva is...it's that...vagina...you understand what I mean?" The purpose was to

make the conversation more explicit. And I must say, talking to a woman so directly has an indescribable pleasure. I enjoy voyeurism, and I consider speaking lewd language to women part of voyeurism—a broad kind of voyeurism—peeping at her shyness, peeping at the unspeakable feelings in her heart.

During our conversation, I asked her according to my own understanding: "You don't have pubic hair, which we call a 'white tiger' here. Does your husband have any thoughts about that?" To my surprise, she refused to admit she was a "white tiger," saying in her broken Mandarin with its rising and falling tones, "I have pubic hair... I do." Hearing her explanation, I thought: I've already seen right through her, and she still wants to hide it? I've encountered women like this before. After I told them, they denied it in every way, insisting I peel back the layers completely before they would submit. You want to deny it too? Fine, I'm just hoping for it. Your denial is giving me the perfect opportunity to expose you!

Unexpectedly, she told me, "I really do have pubic hair, but I shaved it off, so you can't see it... We have a custom of shaving pubic hair where I'm from... Our people are very clean. You see, we wear headscarves, that's because... our hair is dirty. Men wear hats too... because... our hair isn't clean... When we grow up, we have to shave our pubic hair... Our pubic hair isn't clean either. The shaved hair and clipped nails are buried in the ground... We all have yellow soil where I'm from... so we bury it all in the yellow soil..." Her Mandarin wasn't good, and she spoke incoherently with a strange accent, but the meaning was clear, and she could understand what I was saying.

"Do you shave often?" "About once every two or three months... I shave when my husband tells me to." "Do you shave yourself?" "I shave myself... when I shower." "Doesn't your husband shave you?" I tried to steer the conversation deeper.

"Our custom is to shave our own hair... After we get married, we live with their parents... We listen to our parents very much... We have to shave our own hair." This is probably what the elders were telling us.

"Do you still listen to your elders when you're out?" "Well, not necessarily now... My husband helps with the shaving... He's willing... We can't let Mom and Dad know." I started to ramble on. "Hey, let me ask you, what do you call a woman's vulva where you're from?" "I can't say..." "It's okay to tell you... We don't know each other... I really want to understand your language and your customs, they're different from ours... We call it 'ao bi' here, what do you call it where you're from? Tell me...

We'll forget about it once we leave, it'll be like we never talked about it... I really want to know." "It's pretty much the same... We call it... we call it bi... We don't say it..." (They call it "bi" where they're from, we call it "ao bi" here, I still prefer our name, I especially like the word "ao").

"Never say it?" "No." "Not even between husband and wife?...Not even in bed?" "No,...not usually..." "Then do you say it in bed?" "In bed,...he sometimes says it

..." "What does he say?" I pressed.

"He says 'vagina'." This time she was surprisingly straightforward.

I continued: "So what do you call that thing you do?...you know, married life,...what do you call it?

" She hesitated again: "Well...it's pretty much the same thing." "It's okay to say it..." "...

It's called 'fucking vagina'..." She finally said it.

I asked a jumbled question: "Hey, you often shave...shave your pubic hair, doesn't that make the pubic hair hard?" "No." "How come? No? Look, my beard is very hard, because I shave it often." "Pudic hair doesn't." She also started calling it 'vagina' with me.

"How old are your children?" "Five...and a son, eight, living in our hometown, being cared for by his parents.

" "You must be thirty, right? You don't look it, you seem very young." I started talking according to my own logic.

"No, I'm twenty-four." "Twenty-four?...Your child is eight?" I was taken aback.

"Yes...I got married at fifteen and had my baby at sixteen." "Fifteen?...Still a child?" "No, I'm an adult." "How old were you when you started menstruating?" "I got my period at fourteen, got married at fifteen, I'm an adult now." "Where do you go, do you shave your pubic hair from the start of marriage?" "No." I was confused again: "After having children?" "No." "Then when do you start shaving your pubic hair?" "When pubic hair grows, when do you start shaving." Her answers became increasingly fluent.

"So when did your pubic hair grow?" "Seventeen." "Oh...you only grew pubic hair after having a baby?

""Yes... I started menstruating at fourteen, got married at fifteen, had my son at sixteen, and grew pubic hair at seventeen.

" She recited it like a diary.

"You call that 'fucking'? How often does your husband fuck you?" (I should have asked how often you fuck, but I deliberately phrased it differently, implying that your husband fucks you whenever he wants, hiding the insult).

"It's not certain..." "There's a general timeframe, right?" "We... every two or three days...

We don't know anyone here, so after closing the shop, we just watch TV and DVDs... We always have to fuck. Sometimes we fuck more often." "So you fuck almost every day? Can you handle it?" "Yes, I can, my husband is strong and young." She was very proud.

"When your husband wants to fuck, what does he say?" "He doesn't say anything... but we fuck every day anyway.

" She seemed prepared. "

There must be times when he says that, right?" If he said it, what would he say? ...Fuck? ...Sex? " "...Fuck. ...But I don't usually say it. I usually say 'let's do it,' when I want to do it. ...Fuck is something I say in bed, it makes me happy." "Then? ...Does your husband touch you when he's having sex with you?" "Yes, he does." "Where do you like him to touch you?" "At first, I liked him touching my breasts...but later...I liked him touching my pussy."

"Did he lick you? ...with his tongue?" "Yes." "Where did he lick you?" "Face...breasts...pussy." "Did you lick him?" "Yes." "Hey...I'm asking you, how long does it actually take for you to have sex? ...I mean, after his dick goes inside your pussy, how long can he fuck you? Not counting touching and licking from the front." "Well...I haven't calculated it...it's not certain..." I continued to coax: "There must be a general time, right? ...I'm afraid I don't last long enough, I want to know other people's. ...It's okay to talk about it.

...Tell me, how many minutes does it actually take to have sex?" "...About seven or eight minutes, ...sometimes even longer." "Oh, ...I can have sex for more than ten minutes, that doesn't seem short. ...Do you feel like you've had enough?

" "It's nothing. Whether it's enough or not, ...I just let him have sex..." "Oh (I kept saying 'oh' to make her feel accomplished, to make her feel like she was teaching others, and also to make her feel like she was normal, standard, and deserved to be satisfied)... According to you, your husband initiates sex?... He can have sex whenever he wants, for as long as he wants?" "He initiates, the length of the sex is up to him... whether he has sex or not is up to him... sometimes when I want to, he has sex with me too..." Look at this simple village woman, she's becoming more and more frank. Since

she's frank, I'll be frank too: "When do you want to have sex?" "Sometimes when I'm in a good mood... I really want him to have sex with me for a day... We're from out of town, we don't have any games, when I'm in a good mood, I just want to...

have sex... He's the same, when business is good, he wants to have sex with me," "Oh... you two seem to be having a lot of fun...

actually, do you want to hear the truth?" "...No other game can compare to that...fucking...Of course, fucking is something between husband and wife, only the two of them can do it, you can't do it with someone else." I wanted her to feel at ease, to talk it over, I only do it with my wife, I won't violate her, "...Do you like your husband fucking your...pussy?" You're at ease now, you should be able to answer.

"...I like it..." Her voice was very soft, very shy, but also very frank.

"? What? You like it?" "It feels good." This time it was straightforward.

I pressed on: "Tell me,...where do you feel most comfortable when you fuck?" "...My whole body feels good..." "Where does it feel most comfortable?" "It's there,...pussy..." She was squeezing toothpaste, but I finally managed to squeeze it out.

I changed the subject slightly: "Hey...when you fuck, do you like it to be fast or slow, and do you like it to be light or heavy?" "When he first came in, I liked it light and slow. But later on, I wanted it to be as fast and heavy as possible." "Can you handle it if he goes in hard? ...I also like it hard, but I'm worried my wife can't handle it, so I wanted to ask you." "I'm not afraid. ...Heavy is comfortable, I'd rather he do it. Heavy is comfortable...heavy is comfortable for my pussy...in the end, thick and heavy is the most comfortable." "When you're having sex, is he on top or you on top?" "He's on top. ...I rarely go on top...he only goes on top when he wants me to." "What's your favorite position?" "...I put my legs on his shoulders...that's when he goes in the deepest, hardest...most real." "Let me ask you another question. ...Does he do it in your ass?" "No,...I don't let him...pussy is good, ass is bad." "...He only fucked my anus once...I learned it from a DVD...we watched it together, and he wanted to try it. I couldn't resist him, so I let him try...it hurt so much...and I got diarrhea." It was my turn to comfort her: "That's because you weren't prepared...your vagina is slippery, of course it's easy to fuck, your anus is dry, of course it hurts...you ejaculated into your anus, so you got diarrhea...

fuck my anus first, then my vagina, that's fine." "Who's being nosy?...anyway, I don't like it." Seeing she was getting annoyed, I quickly changed the subject, going back to the beginning: "Hey, by the way...what do you use to shave...your pubic hair? A razor? An electric one?" "No,...there's a special razor...similar to the razors you men use to shave your beards." "Our men's beards are easy to shave...your women's...vagina...is down there, you can't see it, how do you shave it?" "It's easy to shave. Shave while looking in the mirror. Women in our area all shave their pubic hair. ...The shaved pubic hair is wrapped up with the fingernails and buried in the ground...Don't let anyone know, bury it secretly." "You use a mirror? ...Then you must often look at...often look at your own vulva? ...Let me ask you, do you think yours is beautiful? ...I think your vulva is beautiful...full, tender, even more beautiful without pubic hair...that's what I just saw." My prompting immediately restored her blushing face to its previous shyness.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. A strange man tells you personally that he saw your vulva and even remembers its shape—wouldn't you be ashamed? Women keep their vulvas in the most private place precisely to prevent men from seeing them. But a man has seen it, and he's not even your husband, and he insists on telling you himself—can you handle that?

But despite her shyness, she still spoke: "...What?" "Is it good or bad... a woman's cunt is the ugliest... dirty..." "From our men's perspective, a woman's cunt is the most beautiful, the cleanest... to be honest, although someone else showed it to me just now, I still felt a bit... a bit... I really want to see it again." "You've already seen it, what difference does it make?" She said casually, without any other meaning.

She didn't mean anything, but I did. I felt this woman might have an opportunity: "I'm telling the truth... your cunt is really beautiful... doesn't your husband praise you?" "... my husband always says I'm beautiful." "I knew it... your husband is telling the truth... women can't see a woman's beauty, only we men can... your face is already very beautiful, but... but your cunt is even more beautiful than your face... I really want to see it again." "Nonsense." I didn't know if she meant that my praising her beauty was nonsense or that wanting to see her cunt was nonsense.

I went straight to the point: "Really, I really..."

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