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It was probably the joyous Spring Festival holiday, but who knew that with joy came tears, and that

where there is spring, there is also winter?

At that time, our troops were stationed in Wukuai in the south. One day, we went to Fengshan. By

chance , I strolled through the streets and entered through a small intersection on Sanmin Road. In my forgetful memory

, there seemed to be a few blacksmith shops there.

Strangely enough, in a place with no big business or theater, how could there be so many

people coming going? At that moment, I felt extremely puzzled

. Later, I turned away from those blacksmith shops and entered the next residential area. There were

houses on one side and fields on the other. It turned out that all the crowds had gathered here.

At first, I thought there were people gambling or some other business, but after I

inquired , I found out that there was a brothel (human flesh market) there. It was a row of

high-rise buildings. To reach the buildings, people had to climb more than ten high stone steps, an

old... The main gate was always closed, with a small hole installed above it,

making it difficult for anyone without connections or unidentified identities to enter.

If the police or anyone they suspected insisted on investigating, they

could simply ring the doorbell, and the girls and bodyguards inside could quickly evacuate through the back door

. Since I was a soldier at the time, it was easy for me to blend in with the crowd. As

soon as I entered, two hairy-chested guys stood at the door and glared at

me fiercely, but I didn't care. The rooms inside were row upon row, at least

dozens of them. The girls ranged in age from forty or fifty to ten or so. People came and went

like villagers rushing to do business.

Those older guys, perhaps not very interested in sex, had slow business, but the thirteen or fourteen-year-old

girls were a different story. There were always so many people, and business was booming. Most of the people who went there were looking for

sex. The bustling crowds, coming and going, were incredibly lively.

I'm not only a bit of a busybody, but also quite curious, so I invited a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl

over for a chat, hoping to experience the fresh taste of young flesh. But as soon as I entered, the girl

reached out said, "Give me the money first." I gave her the money, and she went out to settle the account. Then

she brought back a small basin of warm water before closing the door. Our transaction was complete.

She lay down on the dirty bed... There was only a small wooden pillow. She pulled up her skirt and urged me, "Hey

, hurry up and get to work! Hurry up!" Oh dear, she wasn't even wearing underwear. I asked her why, and she said, "We

see thirty or forty customers a day. We don't have time to wear underwear. Not only me, but all the girls in the shop

are the same. We see so many customers a day, can you handle that?" She said painfully, "We can't handle it, but what

can we do? This is our livelihood." I asked her, "Can't you just quit? If you don't work, will you be protected?" The beating

was many times more painful than penetration. Finally, I asked her, "You're so small, can I penetrate you?" She said

she'd lost all feeling; ever since she was deflowered, she hadn't gone a day without sex. Then she said, "Sir, would you like to play?

Time's almost up." So I sat down and pulled her skirt up higher. Her vulva

was completely hairless. Her skin was dark, perhaps because it was too dirty. Her vulva was well-positioned, high up, but her

labia unusually dark red, perhaps from excessive penetration, but also seemed faded

. I touched it; her vulva felt burning hot. How could such a small child have sexual desire? It was

truly a sin. My originally hard penis naturally softened under these circumstances.

When time was up, I said it was fine if I didn't penetrate her. She understood I was only refusing because I pitied her. She was almost

moved to tears. Although I'm an expert at penetration, I still have a conscience. What would you do in my situation?

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