Silent lace

Silent Lace - (I)

Just as I crossed a mountain ridge and looked down the steps, I saw her.

An indescribable feeling. In the endless green of the deep mountains, a stream flowed gently, and a slender, pale yellow figure swayed in the water. The mist after the rain had not yet dissipated, lingering lightly over this place.

To be honest, I didn't want to come here. If it weren't for not finding a job after graduation, if it weren't for my uncle's friend being too sick to attend classes, if my uncle weren't the kind of uncle who would glare and slap someone's ear after saying just a few words, who would want to come to this small mountain village without even electricity? But just now, I suddenly had a strange feeling, a secret surprise gently biting my heart.

I had already descended the steps and was walking towards the stone bridge over the stream. The whole village was silent, except for this clear stream in front of me and a girl washing clothes. I walked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something. However, she seemed to realize something and turned around. I saw a clear face and a pair of clear eyes. I suddenly felt the pressure of that pure beauty, my breath caught in my throat, and I managed to ask with difficulty, "Excuse me, where is the primary school?" She didn't answer, looking somewhat flustered.

Just then, I heard my uncle's gruff voice: "We're here?!" I was startled and saw my uncle coming from the village entrance, so I quickly went to meet him. A child stood at the village entrance, turned around, and ran away. I was a little surprised, but soon I saw several other children appear, curiously looking at me, which made me laugh.

The school was in a mud house behind the village, near a bamboo grove. The words "Floral Elementary School" were written crookedly in lime on the mud wall, presumably the work of the sick teacher. My uncle settled me in and was about to go back. Before leaving, he gave me many instructions, and I nodded repeatedly. To be honest, I was a little afraid of him.

Now I could finally lie on the bed and quietly admire my new home. It was a mud house, freshly washed, and quite cool. The room wasn't big, but with only a bed, a table, and a chair, it felt somewhat spacious. There was a small patch of empty space beside the bed, enough for me to do push-ups. Finally, I noticed an oil lamp on the corner of the table, which immediately made me feel a sense of destitution. So I got up and copied down a passage from "The Humble Abode," then pasted it on the wall. After reciting it twice, I felt quite pleased with myself. Just then, I suddenly felt someone watching me. I looked out the window and saw a figure flash by in the house ahead. I was certain it was the girl from the stream. Could that be her house?

It got dark quickly, and I was wondering how my classmates were doing. Several children shoved and jostled their way to the door, but didn't speak.

"Teacher," one of the children finally called out, "Come to my house for dinner!"

The others laughed and immediately started chattering, "Come to my house! Come to my house!" I was a little bewildered.

The first one to speak said, "I saw the teacher first, come to my house."

A thin, delicate boy said, "No! My sister saw her first."

"Your sister isn't a student, she's never been to school, and she's mute."

"Your brother is mute too!" The boy's face turned red.

A girl as clear as a stream flashed through my mind, her empty, pure, and expressive eyes. She was mute? I suddenly became anxious: "Stop arguing!" My heart was instantly filled with an indescribable sorrow.

That night, I ate dinner at Sister Bihua's house. I barely spoke a few words all night; to others, I looked like an honest, shy child. Sister Bihua treated me like a pitiful little brother, warm and kind. Back at my lodgings, I pulled the covers over my head and went to sleep, my mind still filled with the girl by the stream who could never speak.

The lace-covered path unfolded before me like a silent scroll. I loved the coolness here, I loved the bamboo grove behind the school, and I loved that clear, sparkling stream. I often went to the stream, perhaps hoping to run into her, that silent girl. Her gaze always seemed to hold a mixture of curiosity and fear, which, combined with her facial expressions, evoked both pity and affection. She always walked quietly, her eyes never daring to stare for long. If she happened to notice someone looking at her, she would seem startled and quickly look away. During this time, I was as if bewitched; if I didn't see her for a day, I felt empty and listless. Later, I learned from Sister-in-law Bihua that her name was Qixiu.

There were only about thirty households in Huabian, and fewer than twenty children from those households attended school in the village. The entire school had about thirty students and only one teacher, who was now me. The teachers at the school took turns eating at the homes of families with children attending school. I usually got up late in the morning, so I skipped breakfast.

That morning after school, Qixiu's younger brother squeezed up to me, his face flushed and a little out of breath, and said, "Teacher, come to my house for lunch today."

My heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Finally, it's her turn." A little nervous, I hurriedly replied, "Okay." Qixiu's brother was very shy; after saying that, he turned and ran away.

I was filled with anxiety, unsure whether to go to her house now or wait, so I took the opportunity to wash my hair first. Luckily, Qixiu's brother came running back to call me, and I followed him to her house. Once inside, I didn't see Qixiu, and she didn't appear even after we sat down to eat. Qixiu's parents were kind and gentle, though they didn't talk much, they frequently served me food. I kept saying, "Okay, okay, that's enough," and finished my meal with a question in my mind.

I thought to myself, Qixiu wouldn't deliberately avoid me; aside from glancing at her from afar, I hadn't had any contact with her, so there was no need. But she definitely wasn't home; I wondered what had happened.

When I arrived at her house that evening, it was already dark. Two oil lamps were lit in the kitchen, their flames illuminating one wall. The smoke and aroma of cooking filled the room, just like when the power went out occasionally.

Only Qixiu's mother and younger brother were inside. My heart, which had been pounding in my chest when I entered, immediately relaxed, yet a strange sense of loss lingered. Qixiu's younger brother saw me first and called out, "Teacher!" I smiled and nodded. Qixiu's mother quickly offered me a seat, but I went to the stove and sat down, helping to add fuel to the fire. I asked Qixiu's brother about his studies and replied to a few of Qixiu's mother's questions. A moment of silence followed, the firelight flickering, but there was still no sound from Qixiu.

"Qixiu is taking a bath. Today, she went to the mountain with some girls to pick wildflowers and just got back," Qixiu's mother said suddenly, wiping the pot with a cloth. I was startled, as if a thief had been caught red-handed.

After a long while, a figure moved in the doorway leading to the inner room, and Qixiu finally appeared. Seeing her like she was about to come in, yet also seemed about to retreat, my heart clenched with anticipation. After her bath, her hair was still wet, exuding a clear, fragrant scent. Her gaze met mine, and surprisingly, for the first time ever, she nodded. This was the first time she had clearly greeted me since I arrived in their village, which I found hard to believe.

The fire in the room suddenly blazed up, making it uncomfortably hot. The atmosphere was strange; we were like two wary rivals, carefully avoiding contact, not even daring to look at each other, yet all my sensitive nerves couldn't help but gravitate towards the dim light around her.

At this time, only Qixiu's younger brother was truly active, asking all sorts of questions and constantly darting around the room. I would grab him, but he would break free again. It was hard to believe he was such a mischievous child in his own home. Qixiu and I would use this opportunity to watch him, our eyes meeting only briefly before quickly looking away.

"Qixiu! Add some firewood!" Qixiu's mother called out while I was lost in thought, gesturing with her hand.

This startled them both. I hurriedly added firewood to the stove. Qixiu's face flushed red. After a moment's hesitation, she moved closer to my side, bending down to gather firewood. My blood boiled, and I said hoarsely, "I'll do it." Qixiu, however, picked up the firewood and stuffed it into the stove. Her cheeks, illuminated by the firelight, were so tender and red they seemed to drip with moisture. Her chest heaved dramatically, and her fragrant breath made it hard to breathe. I almost groaned.
This time, Qixiu didn't go far. She stood prettily by the stove, cheeks puffed out, staring intently at the pot, as if there was something endless to see inside. Her focused expression was somewhat amusing, yet so fresh and touching, so unbelievable, that it made me feel a pang of sadness.

That evening, there was a dish of rice flowers that Qixiu had picked that day. They were smooth, delicious, and very tasty. Qixiu's younger brother seemed quite proud and boastful, saying that the teacher was eating at his house that day, and his sister had specially dragged her friends to pick them. Qixiu tapped his head with her chopsticks, and the little guy tilted his head, looking at me innocently yet indignantly. Qixiu glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head and began shoveling rice into her mouth. I was overjoyed. My trembling hands picked up rice flowers, one bite after another, savoring every single one of Qixiu's pickings. A feeling of immense satisfaction welled up in my throat until I finished my meal.

Now, thinking back, the reason I dared to be so bold and crazy towards Qixiu was probably because of the vague hints and information I received back then.

After dinner, Qixiu's younger brother kept asking me to see something. Qixiu cautiously followed him in. Her brother opened a drawer in the inner room, and Qixiu snatched it like a startled deer. Her brother, quick as a flash, held up a white object. Before Qixiu could grab it back, the white object was already in my hands. I looked at it and saw it was a silk headscarf with beautiful lace trim, embroidered with flowers and plants.

This village was famous for its hand-woven lace. Villagers rarely went out; outsiders would come to the village to buy and select lace. My uncle was one of them. Perhaps due to its isolation, there were strict rules regarding lace making. Women who made lace only married men who made lace. Intermarriage among villagers inevitably led to confusion about bloodlines over time, and children born were often mute, destined to remain silent for life. As

the girls who made lace grew up, besides making various decorative laces to sell, they often kept some of their best works to take with them when they married. They would also often take them out to compare and admire with their friends.

Seeing the silk scarf in my hand, Qi Xiu became flustered, unsure what to do. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me. I playfully threw the scarf over her head, which she quickly pulled off, her face flushed. Qi Xiu giggled. I reached for it again, but she hid it behind her back. I wrapped my arms around her back, so close it was almost like I was embracing her. Startled and embarrassed, she fell onto the bed, staring at me in shock, her breasts heaving wildly, a breathtaking sight. Heaven knows how much I wanted to pounce on her then!

A bitter taste rose in my mouth, but I didn't dare to act rashly. That night, back at my lodgings, the excitement and frenzy of the night lingered. In my half-awake state, I kept replaying the image of her lying there, like a helpless fawn, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Countless times I imagined myself pouncing on her, that intoxicating madness making me want to scream.

The next time I encountered Qi Xiu, she still hid, leaving me helpless. Fortunately, Qixiu's younger brother liked me quite a bit, so I often used this as an excuse to visit her house.

One evening, I was tutoring Qixiu's younger brother with his homework, and Qixiu was watching from the side. The three of us sat on the edge of the bed, her brother leaning against the table, me in the middle, and her on the outside, her expressive eyes fixed on us.

I glanced at her and saw that she was wearing a light yellow dress, which looked exceptionally soft and charming under the light, and her skin appeared even whiter and more delicate. She was sitting sideways, her thin pants stretching her thighs, revealing her fullness, right next to my left. My heart pounded, and my mouth went dry. All my senses were focused on that hand, from the back of my hand to my fingertips, I felt an unprecedented sensitivity, receiving the slight warmth emanating from her thigh.

While talking to Qixiu's younger brother, I casually raised my left hand, and when I lowered it, it was already against her thigh, and for a moment I felt a rich and alluring sensation there. There was a slight tremor, but she didn't move away. My heart raced. My left hand's fingers scurried lightly, touching her thigh, my eyes never daring to look back. I didn't know her reaction.

After a while, her thigh tried to pull away, but I felt as if I had a reason. My left hand suddenly touched her thigh, real and full, the feeling of fullness and movement instantly intoxicating. She tried to push me away, but I stubbornly stayed there. While talking to Qixiu's younger brother, I silently wrestled with Qixiu, my hand becoming increasingly audacious.

My hand then moved towards the inside of Qixiu's thigh. Qixiu tried to grab it, but I immediately grabbed it back. Qixiu struggled a few times to no avail, and her hand obediently remained in my palm, not moving. This continued for a while, and I was overjoyed. I stole a glance back and saw Qixiu biting her lower lip, her face flushed, her eyes fixed on me, her expression a mixture of anger and shame, indescribable. If her younger brother hadn't been there, I definitely wouldn't have been able to resist rushing over and kissing her passionately.

Heaven knows, that night, I held Qixiu's hand the whole time, tutoring her younger brother until he finished his homework.

After that incident, whenever I encountered Qixiu in a secluded place, I dared to hug her, but Qixiu was very clever and I never managed to catch her. I was itching with desire, like a restless male dog in heat, constantly anxious and breathing heavily.

That's when I met Sister-in-law Bihua. Sister-in-law Bihua's personality was rare in Huabian Village; she was fiery, efficient, and energetic. In this quiet village, it seemed as if only her voice could be heard. One moment she was in the east, the next in the west. Sister-in-law Bihua treated me very well, like a younger brother. Sometimes, when she felt sorry for me, she would reach out and touch my cheek. The several jars of pickled peppers on my windowsill were made by her; she knew I liked spicy food. Sister-in-law Bihua often came to my room to tidy up, and while tidying up, she would feel sorry for me, saying that I was so young and honest, and didn't understand anything. She wondered how I would manage on my own outside.

Sister-in-law Bihua was of average appearance, with only moderate beauty, but a very good figure—a slender waist and full hips—and her swaying gait was quite charming. When she straightened my collar, I couldn't resist holding her hand. Sister-in-law Bihua didn't get angry; she just patted my face, still treating me like an older sister. So I stopped calling her "sister-in-law" and started calling her "elder sister."

That night, I was lying in bed reading when Sister-in-law Bihua brought some pickled radish to see me. She came into the room, said a few words, and then offered to help me swat away mosquitoes. She lowered the mosquito net, took a fan, and a cool breeze swept over me, feeling both comfortable and pleasant. Glancing inside, I noticed Sister-in-law Bihua's chest heaving, as if something alive was hidden inside, but I didn't think much of it at the time.

Then, Sister-in-law Bihua couldn't reach a corner inside, so she knelt on the bed, pressing down on my feet, causing a slight pain, but it felt quite comfortable. Sister-in-law Bihua then braced herself on my legs, leaned forward, and reached out to swat away the mosquitoes. Suddenly, something towered up before me like a mountain, enormous and perfectly round, so bright it was hard to see clearly. It took my eyes a while to adjust, and I realized it was Sister Bihua's high, rounded buttocks, right in front of me, swaying constantly.

This was simply unbearable. I blew out the lamp, plunging everything into darkness. Sister Bihua cried out in surprise. I pounced on her, wrapping my arms tightly around her buttocks. Sister Bihua started to move, but we couldn't break free inside the tent, our hands and feet touching. I leaned over her back, trembling, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Sister." Sister Bihua didn't answer, only breathing heavily.

I groped in the darkness, a wave of guilt washing over me. For a moment, all I could hear were the heavy breathing of two people in the darkness of the tent. Suddenly, Sister Bihua struggled, pushing my hands away, but I stubbornly persisted, like a willful younger brother. Sister-in-law Bihua screamed and threw me aside. My eyes were burning with desire, and I pounced on her again. We struggled fiercely inside the tent, panting. My manhood swelled, hard against her body. Like an unreasonable child, I disregarded Sister-in-law Bihua's kindness and feelings, and reached inside her clothes.

Tears streamed down Sister-in-law Bihua's cheeks, and when I kissed her, everything was wet. I kissed her mouth wildly, mixing the wetness with her tears. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear Sister-in-law Bihua say, "You ghost!" and then she began to sob, her struggles lessening. But when my hand reached inside her trousers, she put out a final, fierce resistance, twisting violently. My hand clung tightly to the skin of her waist and hips, like a small boat in a storm, unable to break free. Finally, it squeezed inside her trousers, my hands groping her flesh. Sister-in-law Bihua sighed and gave up struggling. My hand rolled into a patch of rough water plants.

I called out tremblingly, "Sister." My sister-in-law, Bihua, slapped me hard across the face, paused, and then suddenly pounced on me, kissing my face wildly, biting me repeatedly. I felt my face covered in heat and saliva; she was even more frenzied than I was. Her mouth was so big; when I kissed her, I encountered a mouthful of wide-open teeth, which was incredibly stimulating.

I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them hard. Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, "Damn it!" She tore at my body with both hands, grabbing my crotch through my pants. I jumped up and frantically tried to pull off her pants, but she kicked me away, only to have them slip down on me.

I pounced on her, kissing and licking wildly between her legs, not knowing where I was. It was wet and slippery, and this was the first time in my life I had unconsciously licked a woman's genitals so wildly. My hair was being pulled painfully by Sister-in-law Bihua, and I couldn't get it off. Sister-in-law

Bihua writhed all over, like a fish on a hot plate, uttering what sounded like screams and curses. I lifted her lower body, not knowing what I was going to do; I couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Just then, Sister Bihua came and pulled at my pants. I immediately pulled them off, and she grabbed my penis, pulling it forward. I didn't know what she was going to do, so I knelt down beside her, my hard penis pressed against her nose. Sister Bihua opened her mouth to bite, and I was startled. I quickly protected my penis and dodged, but she pulled me so hard that I fell back. My penis was in her mouth, like a sucked popsicle, almost melting inside her.

I didn't want to ejaculate in her mouth because I wanted to go to my vagina, so I quickly pulled out. My penis was on the verge of collapse. It hung in the air, trembling, but thankfully I didn't ejaculate.

My penis finally entered Sister Bihua's body as I had wished, and I moved around freely inside her. Finally, as if I had completed a sinful act, I lay heavily beside Sister Bihua. The honest face of Sister Bihua's husband flashed into my mind, and it felt a little unreal. I dared not think of Qixiu again, nor dared I look at Sister-in-law Bihua's face.

Sister-in-law Bihua was more tolerant than I had imagined. She touched my face with her hand, sighed, got up, put on her clothes, her hair disheveled, glanced at me, and silently left.
Once such things begin, it is difficult to stop. Later, I had sex with Sister-in-law Bihua several more times. Each time, the two of us didn't say much, just silently and fiercely having sex. Afterwards, I couldn't help but feel disgusted and guilty.

Somehow, Qixiu found out about this.

(II) Qixiu started avoiding me. I really didn't know that when someone deliberately avoids you, even if you live in the same small village, it's as if they've disappeared. And I, because I had done something wrong, was no longer as confident as when I went to see her before, and I became self-destructive. However, there was an even more important reason—God, I was deeply immersed in a crazy lust and couldn't extricate myself.

People who are new to sex have particularly weak self-control. For many days in a row, my genitals felt strange, extremely sensitive. Coupled with the replaying of the sensation of penetration in my mind, I would get erections frequently. I was constantly thinking about reliving that feeling with Sister Bihua, and I was distracted in everything I did, longing for that moment—in a deserted corner of the village, in a dense bamboo grove, in the unisex outhouse, in the dark of night, when—when I caught Sister Bihua.

Sister Bihua was initially unwilling, but after several attempts to entangle me, I realized she couldn't resist my temptation. She was infatuated with my handsome face, my slender and smooth body, even my long, thin, and seemingly scholarly penis covered by a foreskin. The moment my soft hand touched her, her body would go limp, offering no resistance. And our previous sibling-like relationship, with its age difference, created a suffocating incestuous feeling when we were together, adding a forbidden frenzy and pleasure to what was more than just a simple affair.

After several sexual encounters with Sister Bihua, I gradually learned to control myself, and the duration of my intercourse increased. Several times, I brought her to the peak of pleasure, leaving her limp and weak.

But this sense of accomplishment was fragile, requiring repeated success to prove and solidify it, so I gradually sank deeper and deeper into this state.

The girlish innocence I used to admire lost much of its luster in my eyes. On the contrary, Sister Bihua became indescribably alluring. Sometimes, just seeing her figure from afar and hearing her crisp voice would make my heart itch uncontrollably, and I would often be unable to resist getting an erection.

It was a busy time in the countryside, with people climbing weeds and fertilizing. Most of the villagers went to the fields, and many students often took leave to go home and help with the work. On rest days, the whole village was deserted, not a soul in sight. I would walk along the ridges of the fields, where the farm women would have their buttocks sticking out high, sometimes revealing their snow-white waists, and half of their upper bodies. If I was lucky, I could even see a white mound of breasts under their loose clothes.

When I offered to help, they laughed at me, saying, "Okay, come to the fields!" But when I actually took off my shoes and rolled up my trousers, they wouldn't let me. So I wandered back and forth in the fields like an inspector.

In the fields, Sister Bihua was very lively, often joking and playfully teasing the men helping out, her manner quite provocative. When she saw me, she would restrain herself slightly, but still not shy away, loudly announcing, "Oh, the scholar's here!" Her eyes would glare at me, making it hard to look directly at her. She always seemed perfectly fine in front of others, but I couldn't. Whenever someone was around, I would become more docile than anyone else.

Every time I saw Sister Bihua's husband's simple, honest face, I would have many strange associations, feeling very uneasy. Fortunately, her husband was always afraid of intellectuals and didn't dare talk to me much. And me? What kind of intellectual was I?

I often squatted on the edge of the field, watching them work. The sunlight shone on Sister Bihua's body, giving her a fiery, sexy allure. Her waist was defined, her breasts were prominent, her buttocks were shapely, and her movements were even more seductive. I would imagine our entanglement right in front of her husband, and my erection would grow so strong that I'd become wet, swollen to the point of limping home. When

I finally managed to get close to Sister Bihua, I'd only have time to grab a handful of her breasts or touch her buttocks before I'd whisper in her ear, "Come see me today!" Only after saying that would I leave. How shamelessly unrestrained I was then! Sister Bihua seemed not to hear me at all, but she would often find time to come to my place for a few tens of minutes or an hour of revelry before hurriedly leaving. Perhaps it was during one of those times that Qixiu saw me, but I couldn't care less, deeply immersed in a world of lust, frantically demanding more.

One night, I don't know what time it was, I was tired of reading, so I lay down on the bed fully clothed with the light on. When I woke up, Sister Bihua was by the window, her back to me, taking things out of a plastic bag one by one and placing them on the table. Her clothes sank in at the waist, wrinkling and revealing her round, large buttocks. I had taken a nap and was full of energy; my already semi-erect penis immediately became erect. I called out, "Sister Bihua!" Since this relationship, I had been hesitant about what to call her.

She heard my voice but didn't answer, her movements noticeably slowing. Finally, she finished taking things out and stood there, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

I tugged at her drooping fingers. She sat back on the edge of my bed, still with her back to me.

I nudged her shoulder, and she slid back onto the bed effortlessly. I leaned closer, my warm breath on her face, and said, "Touch me." After a moment, a hand slowly slipped inside my clothes and began to touch me. She started panting, and the hand wandered around, finally reaching my crotch and stroking me.

Her hands were very skilled, often reminding me of her nimble movements when she worked. I wondered if she touched her husband like this too? When her hand cupped my groin, it would envelop my testicles in her palm, squeezing them with just the right amount of force, often making me groan with pleasure.

Her fingers lightly tugged at my pubic hair, again and again, causing blood to rush upwards, and soon my penis became extremely hard. I couldn't resist any longer. I rolled over, and without saying a word, pulled down her pants and thrust inside. It was a little dry and tight inside, and when I inserted it, it stung and burned, but it felt even better than when it was wet.

Sister-in-law Bihua cried out in pain, but she was also incredibly excited. She gritted her teeth, her face showing great effort, her ten fingers gripping my arm, her nails digging deep into my flesh, making "mmm" sounds, like she was using the toilet.

I kept panting and thrusting hard. Gradually, it got wetter inside, and the movements became smoother. But it didn't feel as real as before. I guessed her husband's thing was very thick, making her vagina very wide, but not as long as mine. As I thrust deeper, reaching the depths of her body, Sister Bihua couldn't help but wrap her legs around me, shouting, "You're really different from him! You're really different from him!"

I thrust nearly a hundred times, until I was exhausted and lay down, panting. Sister Bihua climbed on top of me and put my penis inside her, bouncing up and down. She hadn't taken off her top, and her large breasts were high and firm under the thin fabric, swinging up and down. I reached out and grabbed her nipple and pulled hard. Sister Bihua cried out, lowered her head, and a few strands of hair fell down. She braced herself with her hands on my legs, but her lower body wouldn't stop. With each thrust, she moved even more powerfully than before.

I was overwhelmed with pleasure, my arms wrapped around her waist, wanting to press her tightly against me. I pulled her body forward, my lower body emerging from her opening, pressing against her. She shuddered, forgetting everything else, and sat down. My thick, hard, and burning-hot penis, so long and erect, pressed against her crotch, painful yet hard, blood surging, raging with rage, a deadly pleasure unlike anything inside her.

At this moment, Sister Bihua was completely out of control, her buttocks twisting and turning, squatting and sitting, sometimes pressing against me, sometimes penetrating my vagina, deep and heavy. Sister Bihua couldn't help but let out a "uh-uh" sound, her face contorted in agony.

Finally, unable to withstand the stimulation, she ejaculated wildly. Sister Bihua moved a few times, perhaps sensing it, and stopped, sitting still. Her hair fell down, covering most of her face. After a while, that clump of dark hair suddenly rustled, and I heard her cry.

She lay on top of me, crying and slapping my face and body with her hands. The louder she cried, the harder she was hit. I lay there quietly, letting Sister Bihua vent her anger, thinking sadly to myself, "I've ruined Sister Bihua. I've made her unable to stop. Sister Bihua is like a drug addict now, even more frantic than me!"

After a while, she calmed down, silent, and half-stood up, reaching for a tissue to wipe herself. Her legs were wide open, her vulva facing my face, her labia spread wide, revealing the area around her labia, a ring of dark hair, some of it stuck together, dripping wet, looking utterly lewd.

I couldn't resist reaching out to grab her long, frizzy pubic hair, pulling hard. She cried out in pain, her naked hips landing on my bare stomach, pressed tightly together without a gap. I felt wet, sticky, and hot flesh against my skin, the pubic hair tickling and pricking me. This close contact of flesh drove me mad.

Sister Bihua's eyes were closed, her mouth half-open, her brows furrowed, seemingly unable to bear the feeling of her naked groin pressed against my abdomen. She lifted her buttocks slightly, then couldn't help but sit back down, groaning, writhing and squeezing, completely disregarding shame, frantically rubbing against my stomach. At this moment, Sister Bihua was as wanton as could be; this was no longer the Sister Bihua I knew!

I slapped her large buttocks and thighs hard, the sound loud and clear, while also groping around her. She went mad, also thrusting hard against me, both of us screaming in pain, yet refusing to stop, and the movements becoming increasingly violent.
Suddenly, Sister Bihua raised her buttocks high, straddling my face, her juices flowing freely, soaking my face. I tried to struggle, but her hips held me captive. She cried out, her body trembling, fluid continuously flowing out, my head pressed down hard, forcing me to swallow a lot of something that was either urine or water. Sister-in-law Bihua let out a final, deathly cry, and collapsed to the side. Her large, white buttocks were right next to my head, her pubic area exposed, less than a foot from my eyes, clearly and dramatically visible.

I lifted one of her thighs, pressed my face against her groin, and placed my mouth near her vulva, remaining motionless, lying there quietly. We stayed like that for a long time. I was immersed in a feeling of self-abandonment and depravity, thinking of nothing but Sister-in-law Bihua's naked body. We were like two worms abandoned in a corner by worldly ethics, our only purpose being to keep having sex and release our pent-up desires.

Sister-in-law Bihua lay face down on the bed, silent for a long time. Unlike before, I didn't rush to leave after we were done. Afraid she had fallen asleep, I nudged her and called, "Sister Bihua!" Her head moved slightly, her eyes, half-hidden by her hair, glanced at me, but she didn't move. I leaned over her back and whispered, "Sister, it's time to go." She didn't answer. Her lower opening was pressed against my semi-erect penis, sticky and cold, a strange sensation. I couldn't help but get hard little by little, and I kissed her behind her ear.

Sister Bihua turned her head, tilted her head, and met my lips with hers. They were cool. We touched lightly, and I shifted my hips, inserting my penis, and slowly thrusting in and out.

After a while, Sister Bihua's hips rose, and she flipped me over. She tore open my clothes and kissed me wildly all over my body, finally taking my penis into her mouth, swallowing and releasing endlessly. I flipped her over again and started thrusting again, over and over. The two of us rolled around on the bed until we were exhausted. After Sister Bihua left, I took a basin of water, washed my lower body, and went outside. I felt the wind outside was very cool. All around was quiet. Across an open space, diagonally opposite was Qi Xiu's house. In front of her house was her clothesline, with several pieces of clothing of various sizes hanging on a long bamboo pole.

I walked over and suddenly saw a light on in her window through the gaps in the clothes. The silhouette of a young girl's head was quietly reflected in the light—it was Qi Xiu. She was doing something, and the shadow didn't move for a long time. I stared blankly at the shadow, a cool breeze blowing, and an indescribable sadness and loss welled up inside me.

Suddenly, the window was pushed open, something was thrown out, and then it was closed again. I quietly went to the window, picked it up, and went back inside. It was a piece of paper with nothing on it except some scribbles like a primary school student. But I looked at it repeatedly and then kept it before going to sleep.

The next day, I had no classes. I was in bed, woke up early, but stayed in bed too long to get up. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. I was startled and asked suspiciously, "Who is it?" The day before, I had already told the family who was providing meals that I wouldn't be eating breakfast.

A male voice came from outside: "You lazybones, get up!"

I opened the door, and was punched in the chest. Still groggy, I recognized my high school classmate Liu Gui's face, grinning smugly.

I snapped out of it and yelled, "You scared me! What are you doing here?"

Liu Gui grinned and squeezed into the room. I quickly glanced at the bed; there was nothing to hide.

Liu Gui called out, "Come in!" A girl in a light red top appeared at the door, her face fair and bright. She smiled shyly at me. I recognized her as Yueqiu, a girl from the village. She didn't have any children in elementary school, so we weren't very close.

Liu Gui introduced her: "Yueqiu, um—my—boyfriend!" He chuckled.

Yueqiu looked at me shyly: "Teacher Li—!"

I quickly said, "Come in, um—sit on the bed!" I'd heard that Yueqiu had gotten engaged a few months ago; I never expected her fiancé to be my high school classmate, Liu Gui!

********************************************************************************* The Silent Lace Author: Gu Yong (Part 3) After several years apart, Liu Gui had become much more experienced and capable. His short beard added to the sense of distance and unfamiliarity I felt. Yet, he remained as enthusiastic as ever, making me quite uncomfortable. We talked for a while, but it always felt like we weren't quite on the same page. Suddenly, Liu Gui asked, "Is there a toilet around here?"

So I led him to the corner behind the school wall, where a strong stench of urine permeated the air. A row of urinals lined the wall; the boys usually urinated there. The girls and boys had to relieve themselves in the nearby pigsty.

Liu Gui unzipped his pants, pulled out a dark-skinned thing, and a strong stream of urine shot out. I couldn't help but glance at it; his thing was short and dark, the glans sticking out, thick, dark pubic hair almost completely obscuring the penis. Back in school, I always thought his thing was very thick and big, but now it seemed nothing special.

Liu Gui noticed me looking at him and looked me up and down, chuckling, "Goodness, not small!" Then he asked, "Have you ever had sex?" In our area, we call sex "slapping the pussy."

I chuckled and proudly said, "Of course!" At that moment, I felt very grateful to Sister-in-law Bihua for giving me the experience of being a man.

I asked, "What about you?"

Liu Gui said, "Need you even ask?!"

We looked at each other and burst into laughter, the initial awkwardness between us lessening considerably.

Liu Gui nudged my shoulder and said, "Hey, I was just about to discuss something with you. When can I borrow your room? It's inconvenient at her place." As he spoke, he tossed his head back; Yueqiu was still in my room.

I said, "Good lad! I was wondering why you found me here."

Liu Gui said, "No, no, I just heard you were here and thought I'd invite you to her house for some Lei Cha (pounded tea)." Lei Cha

is popular in this area. For any happy occasion, important event, or when guests arrive, they pound several pots of Lei Cha, invite neighbors to sit around a few tables, and have a lively celebration.

Lei Cha was passed down by the Hakka people. Sesame seeds, tea leaves, orange peel, etc., are put into a mortar, some water is added, and it's ground and mashed with a pestle. Then boiling water is poured over it. That's Lei Cha—milky white with a hint of tea color, fragrant, delicious, and with an unforgettable aftertaste. It's said that drinking too much can be addictive.

The houses in Huabian are scattered, mostly built alone near the mountains. Each house has a small or large earthen platform in front. Occasionally, two or three houses are built together, belonging to brothers or uncles and nephews. Sometimes I think, in such a place, if a family closes their door, no outsider will know what they're doing.

From school to Yueqiu's house, the road was winding and turning, with Yueqiu walking ahead and Liu Gui and I following behind. Yueqiu had short hair, which swayed forward as she went downhill, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin behind her neck. She walked carefully, each step hesitant, highlighting her slender, graceful waist—unlike a typical country girl.

I quietly asked Liu Gui, "Hey! Have you been here with her before?"

Liu Gui smiled and whispered, "What do you think?"

I said, "Definitely, more than once. Look how round her butt is."

Liu Gui cursed, "Get lost!"

Yueqiu heard this, turned around, and asked, "What are you two talking about?" We laughed. Yueqiu seemed to guess something, and her face immediately turned red.

As I approached Yueqiu's house, I could see a couple of children playing in the yard. Reaching the door, I found a large crowd already gathered in the hall. Around the central table stood a circle of women, some taking turns pounding tea, others adding water and serving tea. Several other tables, temporarily borrowed, were filled with villagers of all ages. The gurgling sound of pounding tea filled the hall, carrying the delicate aroma of sesame seeds. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, creating a relaxed and lively scene rarely seen in the secluded village of Huabian.

Qixiu and Sister-in-law Bihua were both there. Sister-in-law Bihua, always the center of attention, was rapidly pounding tea, her arms swinging in a wide arc, joking with those around her. Her whole body trembled slightly with the movements, her buttocks jiggle, and her breasts bounced under her clothes. She didn't notice me enter. Qixiu stood to the side, still with that quiet, focused expression, occasionally adding water to the mortar. Turning around, she saw me. Unsure what expression to make, she simply turned back to look at the mortar and pestle, giving me a side view.

I sipped my tea, my attention focused on the group of women bustling about. Qi Xiu, dressed in white and blue trousers, looked very innocent and seemed to be in a good mood, responding with a slight smile to anyone who greeted or spoke to her. Qi Xiu's hearing was fine; she just couldn't speak. To the untrained eye, it was hard to tell she was mute; she looked more like a quiet, shy girl.

Liu Gui was busy running around, seemingly familiar with everyone in the village, greeting everyone. A moment later, he sat down next to me and said, "Drink a bowl!" Drinking pounded tea is sometimes like drinking alcohol; there's urging others to drink, toasting, and even a contest of who can drink the most tea. The host is only happy when the guest is stuffed.

Liu Gui and I finished a bowl of wine. I said, "You don't seem like a prospective son-in-law at all. You're so familiar with everyone in the village?"

Liu Gui laughed, "I've been collecting lace in the village for years. How could I not know them?"

I said, "No wonder! Going from house to house, you must have seduced Yueqiu, right?" The people around laughed.

Liu Gui seemed a little smug, but said, "Look at what you're saying!"

A moment later, Liu Gui put his arm around my shoulder, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "Hey, see that girl in the white dress?"

I followed his gaze and knew he was talking about Qixiu, so I said, "What's wrong?"

Liu Gui said, "Gensheng has taken a liking to her. It seems he wants his parents to propose marriage!"

No wonder I kept seeing Gensheng running around Qixiu earlier; it turns out he's interested in her! Gensheng's family is from the lace village. His younger brother goes to school there. I've not only been to his house, but I'm also quite familiar with him. Gensheng is strong and sturdy, one of the more agile young men in the village.
Would Qixiu be interested in him? For some reason, I felt a pang of sadness. Looking at Qixiu again, she seemed to have a different air about her than usual. Judging from her attitude towards Gengsheng earlier, she didn't seem to dislike him.

Just as I was observing her, Yueqiu tugged at her sleeve and came to my table. Holding a bowl, she said to me, "Teacher Li, let's have a drink together." Qixiu stood beside me with a large ladle. We exchanged a glance, and I suddenly felt a surge of resentment towards her. I stopped looking at her and smiled at Yueqiu, "Congratulations on finding such a capable partner as Liu Gui."

Yueqiu glanced at Liu Gui, blushed, and said, "How can I compare to you? A college graduate, and so handsome."

Liu Gui chuckled, his short beard swaying. I felt embarrassed and quickly clinked bowls with Yueqiu, drank my fill, and sat down.

Qixiu refilled both their bowls, and Yueqiu then drank a bowl with Bihua's father-in-law. Until they left, I kept talking to Liu Gui, not glancing at Yueqiu and Qixiu, but a dull ache lingered in my heart.

The tea drinkers gradually dispersed, but Liu Gui insisted I stay for dinner at Yueqiu's house, and her family also tried to persuade me to stay, so I stayed. I wasn't in the mood before, but after a few drinks, my mind became hazy. I let go of some thoughts and drank heartily. I drank bowl after bowl with Liu Gui and Yueqiu's brother, and before I knew it, I was drunk.

When it was time to go home, the whole family rushed out the door. Liu Gui himself was also drunk, and he staggered as he tried to take me back to school. I said, "No need! I'm not drunk!" I pushed him, and we both almost fell.

Yueqiu's brother, standing next to Liu Gui, quickly supported him, but Yueqiu stepped forward and supported me. I steadied myself, stood firm, and spontaneously laughed, saying, "Alright, you all—go home, I'm fine!" Her family was worried, and Yueqiu held my arm tightly, wanting to see me off.

I said, "No need!" and pushed her away, but a soft mass pressed against her chest, startling me. Yueqiu remained silent in the shadows; her back was to her house, and the doorway was dimly lit, so no one else had likely seen her. I panicked, becoming even more insistent. Her family finally gave in and let me walk back alone.

I staggered along the road, the dark night air cool and refreshing. The worries that had been weighing on my mind surged up, a mix of pain and bitterness. During the time I was entangled with Sister-in-law Bihua, Qixiu had been avoiding me. At first, I thought she was just annoyed by my ambiguous relationship with Sister-in-law Bihua, but now it seemed, could it be because she had really gotten together with Gensheng?

My mind raced, filled with jealousy and suspicion, yet also with self-consolation. In my hazy state, a thought gradually became clear: I must go find Qixiu now!

In the past few days, although I sometimes had a sudden, intense desire to see Qixiu, I had managed to restrain myself, secretly hoping there might be another chance. But today, suddenly learning about Gensheng's marriage proposal, I couldn't hold back any longer. The alcohol had gotten to me, and all I wanted was to see her right now, regardless of the consequences!

As I approached Qixiu's house, my body trembled with nervous excitement. Fueled by the alcohol, I finally reached the back window of Qixiu's house, where the light was still on. I gently knocked on the glass, but after a while, there was no response. So I leaned against the window and called in a low voice, "Qixiu!" I paused, then stubbornly called a few more times, "Qixiu! Qixiu!" All around was quiet, and there was no sound from inside. After waiting a while, my heart relaxed, thinking: she might not be here. But at least I had come to see her.

As if I had completed a task, I suddenly didn't want to see her anymore and turned to leave. But then the back door of her house creaked open, and a figure stepped out. I wanted to hide, but I couldn't move my legs, my legs awkwardly straddling the space. The person approached, near the light from the window, like a dream, emerging from the darkness—it was Qixiu! Dressed in a soft, thin robe, her eyes were deep and alluring in the dim light.

I had so much to say, but I stared at her, unable to utter a single word. The two of us stood silently gazing at each other in the darkness for a long time. I reeked of alcohol, panting like a wounded wolf.

Qi Xiu must have smelled it. She gestured to me and came to help me up. Her clear face drew near, and I suddenly wanted to cry. I grabbed her hand, wanting to speak, but the words stuck in my throat.

Qi Xiu tried to pull away, and I instinctively pulled her back, losing control due to the alcohol. Qi Xiu's soft, fleshy body was pulled into my arms, and in the darkness, a girl's fragrance overwhelmed me. I became excited, holding her tightly in my arms, wanting to crush her. My body swayed, but I couldn't stand properly. I stumbled a few steps, stopping her against the wall, burying my head in her shoulder and neck, breathing desperately.

Qi Xiu hadn't expected this. Her mouth was open, her head turning around, but no sound came out. I looked up, and her lips brushed past my nose and mouth. A fleeting, cool touch sent me into a frenzy. I found her lips and pressed them down hard. Her soft, icy lips sank in, releasing a sweet fragrance. I had finally kissed her!

Qi Xiu tried to dodge, but wherever her lips went, mine followed, as if glued together, until finally we met. After a long while, we separated, our faces close, our breaths hot against each other. In the blurry light, her face was so close that only her nose, eyes, and mouth were visible, radiating an alluring charm in the darkness.

I mumbled a string of drunken ramblings. Qi Xiu listened, her eyes gleaming in the darkness. I seemed tired of talking, loosening my grip on her waist, slightly separating our bodies. I immediately felt the amazing elasticity of her breasts and the softness of her waist. My erection almost instantly rose, hard and erect between her legs. This was truly exhilarating; a jolt of electricity shot through my entire body.

Qi Xiu's dark eyes flashed with surprise, her body trembled, and she tried to push me away. Her soft fingers parted and braced against my chest and ribs, panting softly. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the girlish tenderness between her fingers again, and a powerful will rose in my chest. I sealed her lips with mine again, a voice in my heart screaming, "Qi Xiu! Qi Xiu!" I lowered my head, burying my face in her soft, bouncy breasts. In her soft fragrance, I was truly intoxicated, frozen there, motionless for a long time. I don't remember how I got back to my room.

The next day was Sunday, and I still had no classes. I woke up with a bitter, dry mouth and a sticky, uncomfortable feeling in my throat. I got up and brushed my teeth. I seemed to remember running to see Qi Xiu last night, as if I had gotten into trouble, but the memory was fragmented and unclear. My head was spinning, so I went back to bed.

Around noon, Yue Qiu arrived with Qi Xiu. Yueqiu teased me about being drunk yesterday. I listened anxiously, but since I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, I felt much more at ease. I secretly glanced at Qixiu. She sat there, her eyes fixed on her toes, a slight smile playing on her lips. I was a little mesmerized, staring blankly at her.

Yueqiu noticed and smiled as she was about to leave. Qixiu stood up, but Yueqiu pushed her back into a chair. Only Qixiu and I were left in the room. I called out to her, and she turned her head and gave me a quick glare. I reached out and hooked her hand around hers. Qixiu turned her head, looking towards the door, her ears slowly turning red, but her hand obediently remained outstretched.

Our hands silently intertwined in the air. A surge of blissful joy filled my entire being. I touched the back of her hand; it was plump and soft, with tiny folds at the base of her fingers, her knuckles curling upwards. Each finger was incredibly delicate and white, like a tiny living thing, moving and twitching in disbelief.

After a while, she broke free, got up, went to the table to pour water, and gave me her back. I could now see the difference between her and Sister-in-law Bihua. Both had shapely waists and pert buttocks, but Sister-in-law Bihua's were soft and mature, with an alluring exaggeration and casualness. Qixiu, on the other hand, was reserved and restrained. Beneath her clothes, her curves were subtly and bouncy, revealing a girlish stubbornness.

The house was quiet, filled with sweetness and happiness. The following days were the happiest time of my life. After dinner, Qixiu came and sat at the small table by the window to practice writing. I would play with her hair behind her, revealing a section of her fair and delicate neck. Sometimes I would press my hand against her back, guiding her hand and teaching her to write. I couldn't resist anymore, so I would let her sit on my lap, my cheek against hers, one hand under her armpit, scribbling on the table. At this point, she would often suddenly jump up, her face flushed red, and my crotch would be hard and erect.

Qi Xiu was wary and wouldn't come near my bed. Although she often came to my room, I couldn't do anything about it. Sometimes, when I kissed her passionately, she would pant softly, but her hands would always push me away in time. Because I felt so much pity for her, I couldn't bear to force her. Sister-in-law Bihua came a few times, but seeing Qi Xiu here, she came less often.

One evening, it was raining heavily outside. I opened the door and saw Qi Xiu leaning against the back door of her house, smiling. I waved and called her over. She smiled and shook her head. I ran over and pulled her into the rain, bringing back a soaking wet Qi Xiu. The sky was dark on rainy days, and the room wasn't lit. I squeezed Qi Xiu behind the door and kissed her.

Qi Xiu closed her eyes, her lips trembling slightly. I loosened her collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin from her neck to her chest, which, in the hazy blue light outside the window, exuded a melancholic, fleshy allure. For the first time, my trembling hands unbuttoned her clothes, pushed up her bra, revealing two bright red nipples standing erect on her white skin. I passionately took one into my mouth.

Qi Xiu leaned against the door, her chest thrusting out, then bending over and sinking in. My lips slid down, lingering at her navel, then moving further down. Qi Xiu's hands protected it, dodging. At the waistband of her pants, a section of her hip bone suddenly widened on both sides, as if her pants were about to fall off. Just one glance ignited my passion.

Without any prior warning, I wrapped my arms around Qi Xiu's hip bone and lifted her up. Qi Xiu's waist seemed to bend over. I laid her down on the bed. Her wet clothes were open on both sides, her bra bunched up at her chin, obscuring her face. Her body was a long, white line, her chest completely exposed, with two pointed nipples.
I quickly took off my clothes and threw them aside. When Qi Xiu woke up and tried to get up, I pounced on her, tearing at her with both hands until we were both naked.

Only then did Qixiu suddenly realize the danger and struggle desperately. I threw off the blanket, plunging the room into darkness and covering both of us. Qixiu writhed under the blanket, giving me even more intoxicating touches of her skin. I went completely mad, my hands roaming all over her body, touching only smooth skin. When I touched her panties, my hands slid inside, revealing her bare buttocks. Further in, my fingers sank into a mass of soft flesh, interspersed with fine hairs.

Qi Xiu's body trembled, burning hot and smooth. I felt my cheeks burning, a burning pain, and a surge of desire made my throat dry. I pulled down her panties and thrust my hard member between her legs. Her lower body recoiled, and I caught her, sinking down, feeling my lower body break through a mass of soft flesh, slowly, inching deeper. The rough, fleshy sensation enveloped me, without the smooth pleasure I expected.

But I heard a strange sound, Qi Xiu's muffled cries stuck in her throat. I pulled the blanket up over her head and saw tears in her eyes, her head swaying, silently crying out. My heart ached, and I pulled her head into my arms, tenderly pressing my face against her cheek. Only then did I realize what a pure body meant to the girls in the village. Could I marry Qi Xiu? I didn't know myself, only that I felt an indescribable tenderness for the woman in my arms. I was willing to die for her, but I didn't know if I had the courage to face everything that lay ahead.

My lower body was still inside her. I slowly pulled out, and a hot liquid spread between my legs, crawling down my thighs, itchy. I knew I had taken Qixiu's virginity. My mind was in turmoil. I just held her tightly in my arms for a long time, giving her, and also giving myself, a silent comfort. (IV) After dinner, Huabian Village was peaceful and quiet. In the distance, among the trees, there were a few people standing scattered in front of several houses. There were still wisps of smoke rising from the roofs of some houses, where people had cooked late.

I strolled around and came to a dirt slope. I saw several children running around on the dirt ground in front of Qixiu's house. Some were rushing, some were blocking, playing a game of "passing obstacles". Qixiu's parents were sitting on a low stool in the corridor with their rice bowls, occasionally taking a bite, watching them play.

After that thing with Qixiu, although I was very conflicted, I always had the feeling of treating her parents as my in-laws. When I met them, I often had some thoughts, even though they were completely unaware of it. Her mother was especially kind to me, and I, a little shy, enjoyed all her care. Sometimes, I even had a fleeting illusion of being her son-in-law.

I lazily watched, my mind racing with random thoughts. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and my heart skipped a beat.

I quietly circled around to the back door of Qi Xiu's house, slipped under the clothesline, and went into the kitchen. No one was there. I went into the inner room and saw Qi Xiu standing there, the wardrobe open, as she was about to take something out. Her bedroom door was open, and there was a basin of steaming water inside, presumably preparing for a bath.

I was already hard, and silently moved behind her, grabbing her slender waist and feeling the soft, yielding flesh against my skin.

Qi Xiu was startled, her eyes snapping back in surprise.

My hands were on her abdomen, which, though delicate, was plump and alluringly fleshy. She wore a coarse blue floral dress, exuding a strong, hot, feminine scent from her tired body, which was incredibly arousing. I buried my face in her shoulder and neck, breathing heavily, and kissed her.

Qi Xiu made a soft "hmm" sound, her cheeks flushing red, the color spreading from her cheeks to the back of her neck. Her face looked frantically towards the door and window; the children's laughter outside was very clear, as if right next to her ear. Qi Xiu

's eyes were hazy with panic, and she reached back to push against my arms, but she was too delicate and weak. Her panting made her chest rise higher and higher.

I tightened my arms, and Qi Xiu's whole body pressed against my chest. Her full, firm breasts were incredibly alluring, and we both couldn't help but moan. Qi Xiu leaned softly against me, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her mouth half-open.

I didn't say a word, and my hand went to her waist to undo the belt of her blue floral dress. Qi Xiu clutched her waist, her face pleading.

But my desire was burning intensely; panting, I resolutely pushed her down onto the bed, pulling off her pants. I was stunned by what I saw: her breasts resembled a peeled hard-boiled egg, a pale white mass, slightly different in that they were tinged with a blush, so tender it made me want to take a bite.

My hand carefully touched them. Qi Xiu's buttocks twitched. I crouched down, exhaling, staring intently at the strange, hazy white scene before me. Her back was clad in a blue floral robe, which, due to her bent-over posture, had dragged up, revealing a smooth, concave area at her waist. Her buttocks rose abruptly, round and large, enveloping her in a feminine, graceful curve, below which were her plump, tender thighs. Her breasts were high and rounded, then dipped in the middle, her red lips were vibrant, and a few shy, curly hairs curled at the back, glistening with oil. I pointed at them with a finger, and Qi Xiu shuddered, her buttocks shifting to the side.

I opened my palm and ran my hand down her buttocks to her waist, until I reached her back. I withdrew my hand, lingering on her plump buttocks, then down her thighs, finally reaching between her legs. Wherever my hand went, Qi Xiu's body slumped to the side, going limp.

The silky feel of the touch made my hand itch, made my hand go wild. I explored every exposed part of her body, and Qi Xiu slumped to one side, her body shrinking like a trembling worm.

I swallowed hard, helped her up, and, unable to resist the temptation, stuck out my tongue and thoroughly licked her red lips. They were salty and wet, with a distinct body odor, incredibly stimulating.

Qi Xiu let out a hoarse cry, turning her face back, her fine white teeth biting her lower lip, her face flushed red, looking like she was about to cry from shock and shame.

I breathed hot air at her, like a dog devouring its prey, my tongue reaching too far, my face buried between her thighs. Ah, Qi Xiu was driving me crazy! Her attempts to dodge, her twists and turns, couldn't escape the tip of my tongue!

I didn't care about anything else anymore, I pulled out my raging member from my pants, aimed it at her bright red backside, and thrust hard, the oily liquid actually going in. I held her lower back and started thrusting wildly and frantically. Qi Xiu was lying face down on the bed, her body shaking with the impact, the folded blankets on the bed were torn up by her hands, bobbing up and down, the whole bed was pushed forward, but I held her lower back firmly, fucking her hard.

It was an exceptionally crazy moment, the sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, the sound of the bed moving, the sound of my feet rubbing, the sound of my heavy breathing, suddenly the room was filled with noise, sounding strange and exciting.

There was a small, round hole behind Qixiu's buttocks, its red folds opening and closing. I couldn't resist pressing my thumb on it, my fingertip slightly digging into the edge, where a protruding bone jutted out, wrestling with my hand.

Unexpectedly, Qixiu was particularly sensitive to this area. She couldn't take it anymore; her upper body straightened for a moment, hardening and rising high, hovering in the air before falling back onto the bed. In that instant, her vagina suddenly tightened, pulling me so tightly I couldn't pull out. Only when she crawled back onto the bed, a gush of fluid gushing out, did I suddenly feel free, and I could finally relax and enjoy myself.

I don't know how many times I thrust in and out, my penis rock hard, without any sign of ejaculation. Qixiu was limp, making muffled gurgling sounds, I couldn't tell if it was from her throat or stomach.

I watched from behind as my entire penis slid in and out of her, the pleasure so intense that my entire body was taut, making it hard to breathe.

Just then, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the kitchen. I quickly pulled the things out and rolled them inside my pants. Qixiu also scrambled to her feet, trying to pull her pants up as well. It was too late! The sounds were already at the door. I pulled Qixiu into her room and closed the door.

It must have been Qixiu's younger brother who came in from the other room. His steps were quick and light. He reached the table by the window, and I heard the sounds of water being stirred, large gulps of tea being drunk, followed by the sound of a teacup slamming on the table, and then him running out of the room.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when the intermittent sounds of dishes being cleared from the kitchen came again. Qixiu and I stared at each other, dumbfounded: it seemed I wasn't going to get out.

Qixiu's pants were pulled up to her waist, unfastened, her hair disheveled, her breathing uneven, and the blush on her face still lingering. I was about to start over when I turned my head and caught a glimpse of steam rising from the bathtub next to me. An idea struck me, and I whispered in her ear, "Go and bring in the clothes and towels."

Qi Xiu listened and, without thinking, was about to open the door when suddenly her face flushed red, and she hesitated, unable to move. I pleaded, "Good Qi Xiu, go quickly!" and gently pushed her on the back.

Finally, after much hesitation, Qixiu went out quietly to fetch towels and clothes. I heard her mother ask from inside the room, "Qixiu, haven't you started washing yet?" Qixiu naturally couldn't answer. A moment later, the door was gently pushed open, and Qixiu hesitantly walked in, stopping behind the door.

I bolted the door and moved closer to Qixiu. She blushed and shook her head, shrinking back. As

soon as my hand reached her collar, she lowered her head and pressed her chin against mine. I began to kiss her, kissing her behind her ear, her neck, and her forehead haphazardly, finally lifting her head and pressing my lips to hers.

In the midst of our passionate kiss, I undressed her piece by piece. Qixiu nestled heavily in my arms, and I placed her in the tub. Although the tubs in the countryside were large, they were only big enough for children; adults usually stood in them, splashing water and washing themselves. But I let Qixiu sit in the tub, then carefully washed her body as if caring for a child. Qixiu shrank back shyly, her face buried against my chest, letting me do as I pleased. With a gaze of wonder, appreciation, and admiration, I lathered her with soap, splashed water, and washed her, without making any move to arouse her desire.
This was an unforgettable, soul-stirring moment in my life. My heart was filled with tenderness; Qixiu was my child, someone I cherished and was deeply moved by.

Afterwards, Qixiu got out of the tub, and I stripped naked and stood inside. Qixiu then helped me wash. She washed silently, then suddenly stopped, pressed herself against me, and silent tears streamed down her face. I held her close, and time flowed by as darkness fell outside the window.

That night, I hid in Qixiu's room, moonlight streaming in through the window, the two of us entangled in a passionate embrace. Qixiu's younger brother slept in the outer room; the soundproofing of the walls was poor, and I could faintly hear his breathing. Qixiu and I were very careful, afraid to make a sound. First, we held each other close, and when my member hardened, I guided it in, but couldn't reach the very end, moving slowly. Qixiu's lips, which were covering my penis, continuously released fluid, wetting the sheets. For a moment, I couldn't resist and thrust hard, hitting my head. The bed shook violently with a creak, and the breathing next door seemed to pause for a moment. Qi Xiu bit my shoulder tightly, and I froze, afraid to move.

Only when Qi Xiu's younger brother started breathing again did I gesture for her to sit on top. She carefully sat down, but refused to move, her body pressed against my chest. My erection remained inside her, and I gently stroked her smooth back, drifting off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt Qi Xiu moving slightly on top. I opened my eyes, and Qi Xiu, shyly clinging to me again, refused to move. I smiled, closed my eyes, and let her try again. Qi Xiu's movements were small, just a slight shift of her hips, squeezing my lower body. An indescribable pleasure washed over me, unprecedented. I lay quietly, filled with gratitude and tenderness, savoring the gentle pleasure Qi Xiu brought me. I didn't get to sleep for a while until it was almost dawn, holding her close.

In the morning, Qixiu pretended to be unwell and didn't get up for breakfast. It wasn't until her parents went to the fields and her younger brother went to school that I quietly ran back to school and rushed off to class. Worried about Qixiu, I sneaked to her house during break. Qixiu was sitting by the window, kicking her legs and smiling at me. I went up and kissed her, feeling a little more at ease, and went back to class.

After school in the afternoon, Liu Gui was waiting at my door, looking furtive. When did this guy get to Huabian Village again?

As I got closer, I saw Yueqiu standing far away in the corner, seemingly unbothered by the smell, which made me chuckle. Liu Gui must have come to borrow my room, and Yueqiu, standing there so delicately, was probably waiting to be pricked, I thought.

Liu Gui coughed a few times, and I felt sorry for him. I said, "Comrade Liu Gui, just say what's wrong!"

Liu Gui punched me, and I cried out in pain, "Isn't that a bit much? Asking for help and then hitting me?"

Yueqiu covered her mouth and laughed. I caught a glimpse of her and shouted, "Sister Yueqiu, come save me!"

Yueqiu blushed and laughed sternly, "You deserve it!"

I protested, "Good heavens, neither of you is reasonable?"

Liu Gui grabbed my neck and said gruffly, "Tell me! Will you lend it or not?!"

I nodded repeatedly, "Lend it! Lend it! How could I not lend it? Sister Yueqiu must be getting impatient."

Yueqiu followed and said, "Tear his mouth apart!"

I ran away, throwing the keys over, "You'll have to wash my sheets, okay?" I

wandered to the village entrance alone and suddenly realized that in Huabian Village, I didn't even have a friend to talk to or a place to sit. I returned dejectedly, wanting to grab a book to read in the classroom. When

I got back to my room, the door was already closed. I thought, "No way, it's starting so soon?" I went to the window, but it was completely covered up. Even the hole that used to be there was now covered with books.

I thought, "Never mind," and went to sit in the next classroom. But then I saw a door at the end of the blackboard, and behind that door was where my bed was in my room. A thought struck me, and I went closer. Sure enough, I heard voices inside.

Yueqiu said sweetly, "It's so hard!"

My heart skipped a beat. Liu Gui said, "That kid! He didn't even put on a few more layers of mattress, it's so uncomfortable and makes a creaking noise."

I chuckled, "Oh, he meant the bed board."

"How about... we put his blanket on it?" Liu Gui's voice asked.

"No, it'll get dirty..." Yueqiu's voice trailed off, and then fell silent.

After a long while, Liu Gui finally let out a soft "Hmm!" The bed shook, and Yueqiu's voice, sounding like she was about to sob, cried out, "Don't... keep touching there! Your nails are too long, it hurts!"

Liu Gui snorted, followed by a "smack, smack" sound, then a "tsk tsk" kissing sound. Yueqiu sobbed again.

Liu Gui said, "Your water..."

Yueqiu cried out, "It's all because of you! I... I'm so itchy!"

Liu Gui chuckled a few times, the bed shook a few times, and then Yueqiu cried out, "Oh no! Why are you touching there! Move up a little!"

Liu Gui laughed, "I did it on purpose, your bottom is so clean!"

Yueqiu cried out, "You... Oh!" Then, with a loud "plop," the bed shook violently.

I thought to myself, "That Liu Gui is ruthless."

Suddenly, I heard Yue Qiu's voice filling the air, a series of soft moans and whimpers, like a song, accompanied by the creaking of the bed. It was so intense it almost made your soul scream. My penis instantly hardened, and I envied Liu Gui's actions, wishing I could take his place.

Liu Gui stopped, panting heavily, and then thrust in heavily a few times. With each thrust, Yue Qiu let out a soft "uh," a sound that seemed to give you strength.

After a while, Yue Qiu was silent, and I thought things had calmed down. Suddenly, I heard a couple of muffled "hmm" and "hum" sounds from her throat, which gradually turned into a sob. She paused, then sobbed again. I was completely overwhelmed. I squeezed my legs together, thinking, "Such moans exist in this world!"

Liu Gui suddenly started moving again with loud "hmm-hmm," and Yue Qiu's breath came in short, broken gasps: "Hmm...ah...I can't take it...I'm...going to die...ah!"

The last sound was loud and long, unrestrained, piercing my ears. My face burned, my throat was parched, and my mind was filled with Yue Qiu's moans. I never imagined that Yue Qiu, usually so quiet, would become so alluring in bed.

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