The Awful Man's Romantic Adventures (Repost)

Niu Da Chou: His fate changed after winning the lottery, leading him to a path of entrepreneurship and womanizing.

Lin Xiaoya: Da Chou's neighbor. A college beauty. Da Chou's first woman.

Tie Chunhan: Known as "Iron Fairy." Da Chou's dream girl and the object of many men's affections.

Li Qianhui: The daughter-in-law of a high-ranking official. A famous beauty. Da Chou's intimate lover.

Yang Xiaojun: Da Chou's colleague at the clothing market. Known as "The Strong Rose."

Tang Xiaocong: A college girl. Da Chou's tenant. Jin

Yujiao: A leader's mistress. Has an affair with Da Chou.

Yang Shuihua: Chunhan's cousin-in-law. A mature woman.

Xiaoju: Da Chou's ex-girlfriend.

Ye Rulian: Da Chou's "school beauty" during his student days. Now works at the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

Class Beauty: Works at a bank. Married.

Guan Jinxiu: A kidnapped woman. From Hebei.

Li Tiecheng: A wealthy man from the provincial capital. Da Chou saved him.

Li Jiaju: Li Tiecheng's son.

Author: Jiangnan Kuku Sheng's
friend whs111, Lao She wrote poems for this book
(Chapters 1-37) whs111

The ugly man is ugly but not ugly at heart, he lends a helping hand to the needy and students, Xiao Ya submits herself to show her love, they fall in love and compete in romance.

Twenty thousand yuan to help students in need, they sell their pots and pans to go to the provincial capital, the ugly man's first time with a massage girl, the novelty and excitement make him ejaculate.

He is unable to do it and wants to quit his job, he sees her naked buttocks in the factory director's office, the leader is having an affair and is afraid of being exposed, the ugly man is born into a lucky break.

He doesn't love money but loves red lips, the section chief has no choice but to let the ugly man be his lover, the ugly man is good at sex and has great skills, he subdues the beauty and makes her his lover.

The ugly man is ugly but has inner beauty, he is masculine, righteous and loves romance, he is affectionate, kind and precious, he bewitches his lover and makes him lose his soul.

He meets the class beauty on the bus, meets Xiao Ya on Sun Island, the affectionate man and woman meet by chance, and love is like dry wood and raging fire.

Xiao Ya, infatuated with Qian Hui, becomes her stud.

Da Chou rescues Yang Xiao Jun, a hot girl who promises him love. Qian Hui, deeply in love, confesses her feelings, while Da Chou, loyal and devoted, makes a promise. As their lovemaking intensifies, a beautiful woman knocks on the door, offering herself to him.

Qian Hui opens the door to the seductive fox, willingly recommending a beautiful woman to her lover. Da Chou, with his lustful encounter, sleeps with two beauties, and Yu Jiao regains her sexual satisfaction.

He politely declines a loan for a house, but Da Chou's good deed is rewarded. Xiao Jun recommends him for a security guard job, and he bumps into a woman on his way out, bringing him good fortune.

Opening the door, he is greeted with joy by a beautiful woman. Ya Cong and Da Chou enter their new home together. Da Chou keeps the two beauties hidden away, indulging in lustful pleasures with his young wife. Xiao

Ya is considerate and feels good. After saying goodbye to Qian Hui, they quickly have sex. Da Chou thanks Xiao Jun for taking up his new security guard position, and Da Chou treats his grandson

to a meal. Feeling lonely in his new home, the new security guard is quite comfortable. He unexpectedly encounters his old flame, Xiao Ju, stirring up memories of the past.

A fairy descends to earth, spring arrives, a beauty sends a house photo to the ugly one, Xiaoju throws food at him, a dangerous situation arises, a kite is pressed against him

, old love and new feelings are inseparable, the flirtatious school beauty attracts the ugly one, Qianhui is eager to come to his door, pregnant with the ugly one's child, she brings the good news.

The ugly one encounters good fortune in love, beauties flock around him like clouds, happily agreeing to a date with two flowers, diligently cultivating the beauty.

Visiting his little sweetheart at the teachers' college, he is robbed and encounters a beauty, the mistress sheds bitter tears, the ugly one comforts Yu Jiao's heart.

The plum blossoms bloom again, lusting Yu Jiao, lost and regained with skillful means, a rich man repays his kindness by recommending money and sex, the ugly one lustfully peeks at his cousin's sister-in-law.

The ugly one's flower dream encounters danger, Xiaoya kills Tie Yuhan out of jealousy, cleverly borrows a celebrity to suppress the underworld, rescues the beauty from suffering.

Rescuing a weak woman and reporting to the police, a brick knocks down a wanted criminal, a hero saves the beauty and wins her heart, Xiaojun, at the red, actually offers herself.

Xiao Jun indulged in debauchery with Da Chou, their love affairs a whirlwind of romance, bringing both wealth and beauty, a promising future ahead.

Fairy-like friends were the envy of all, Xiao Jun feigned anger, Jinxiu offered herself to Da Chou as a thank you, willingly losing her virginity.

Unable to part, Jinxiu remained devoted, their passion ending in separation. She met a good man and fell in love with Da Chou, their passionate lovemaking leaving a lasting impression.

Da Chou attended a grand banquet, surrounded by beautiful women and celebrities. Shuihua, at home, had sex with the class beauty, while his cousin-in-law caught them in the act.

Da Chou, with his "gun," satisfied his resentful wife, while his cousin-in-law waded through the water, engaging in a new kind of threesome, embracing two beauties

, a sight even the gods envied. Collecting rent at the station, he encountered a beautiful woman, Sister Ding, shrewd and calculating. Da Chou, having an affair with his bride-to-be

, went all out, ravaging the married woman. Their love was stronger than marriage, Da Chou passionately licked the beautiful vulva, the amorous Xiao Jun, far from being a slut, left behind a beautiful memory.

Xiao Cong is exhausted from moving, Niu Zhai keeps his mistress at home and can't sleep. Da Chou, lustful and impatient

, lusts after Xiao Ya, and they meet on the Magpie Bridge. Xiao Cong is consumed by lust, Ya visits his mother who has suffered a stroke, and is shocked to learn that his wife has been in a car accident. He searches for her but can't find her and is filled with panic.

Hearing that his wife is safe, he is relieved and rushes to Xiao Ju. Qian Hui calls, and he misses her terribly. They have an affair and indulge in lust.

Xiao Cong wants to ask Niu Ge for help, but he hesitates to speak.

Xiao Jun offers a plan to win over the fairy, and Da Chou enjoys the pleasure of her rear.

Xiao Cong's illness worries Da Chou, and his care shows his deep affection. Niu Ge generously lends a helping hand, and the poor girl's face is filled with joy.

Xiao Jun gets married, and Da Chou is heartbroken. He has no choice but to let the flowers fall. He meets with Niu Ge and demotes the school beauty. Shui Hua indulges in lust and offers a clever plan

. The fairy says she wants to rent a room, and Da Chou agrees with great joy, bravely acting as her boyfriend to get rid of her harassment. Xiao Cong is moved and his imagination runs wild.

A flower bed in the back seat of a car, a wild encounter in the woods, a tiger versus a wolf, a muscular man captivates Jin Yujiao, a fairy calls and maddens him.

The fairy moves in with two beauties, the golden crow hiding a beauty is not a fantasy, a jealous man threatens with harsh words, Tie Ning is interested in observing the cowherd.

The ugly man invests in Xiao Cong, his deep affection is reciprocated, the beauty throws herself into his arms and he finally gets her, thinking of the fairy, he must be patient.

Old Snake's poem:

1-4 are authorized for posting, so there are no accompanying poems or comments.

5 Qian Hui is willing to be a lover, only after talking do we realize the secret is deep, she shows righteousness in rescuing people on the road, and enjoys the beauty's favor upon entering the door.

6 He meets a pretty girl first when applying for a job, meets the class beauty on the bus, sees Xiao Ya on Sun Island, and rekindles old dreams by sleeping neck to neck.

7 Xiao Ya works hard before leaving, takes over the night shift, catches a robber while urinating, and Xiao Jun looks at her with new eyes.

8 Qian Hui is full of spring fever at night, the two are deeply entwined in bed, an uninvited guest suddenly appears outside the door, the ugly man is terrified.

9. Jin Yujiao, the lewd mistress, and her lover, Qianhui, secretly use a body-swapping scheme, while Da Chou dances with a stick ,

carefree and unrestrained. 10. Visiting Li Tiecheng at the hospital, he is unmoved by the large sum of money he is offered, and praises his niece, handing her the house keys.

11-12 No poems or comments yet.

13-16. Life is indeed like a tiny, insignificant ripple, drifting aimlessly with the tides of society. Although Da Chou is not handsome, he is open-minded and adaptable. Furthermore, he treats people sincerely and dares to help those in need, so good things naturally follow. This is both unexpected and perfectly reasonable. May all kind-hearted people in the world be rewarded.

17. Unable to contain his anger after his bus is stolen, he angrily encounters Jin Yujiao, who enters his house and weeps about her troubles. Da Chou dances with a stick, bringing the scene to a climax.

18. Jin Yujiao reveals her true feelings, the entertainment center holds secrets, Li Tiecheng repays her kindness, and Da Chou's desires surge.

19. Returning from house hunting, she had a dream: Xiaoya stabbed her unfaithful lover, and in a moment of crisis, she saved

the girl, only to discover that Jinxiu was forcing her into prostitution. 20. She reported the case to the police station with Jinxiu, and rescued Xiaojun by smashing a wanted criminal with a brick. A

stolen kiss revealed her virginity, and only then did she realize her boyfriend was impotent. 21. She always felt she had found an opportunity to have sex with Xiaojun; the act of fucking her was sweet. She said Tie Chunhan, a beautiful girl, was jealous, and felt ashamed for following someone else's path.

22. Two beauties competed for attention, attracting many men. Xiaojun's feet suffered during their playful antics. Jinxiu repaid her kindness with her body, while Da Chou shot and destroyed her.

23. The joy of men and women was not enough; Da Chou and Jin Xiu were a perfect match, their tender feelings inseparable, truly wanting to stay together until old age.

24. At the banquet, Shui Hua competed in drinking, gazing at Chun Han with a heavy heart. While buying medicine and getting a checkup, Ying Li shot him in the mouth.

25. The withered flower longed for water; the rain and dew nourished it, and it smiled. Two phoenixes and a dragon met joyfully; even immortals couldn't compare to Da Chou's charm.

26. Sister Ding was incredibly charming; Xiao Jun poured out her heart that night.

Niu Da Chou, assessing the situation, though melancholy, still loved the beautiful woman. 27. Love clung like glue at parting; from then on, he would give up pleasure for his wife, never forgetting the night of passion, their lovemaking continuing.

28. Anxious waiting, heart breaking; Xiao Cong came to stay with Bao Gui. Although they slept in separate rooms, they were completely intoxicated by each other's company.

29. The two were happy, but Xiao Cong was alone; Xiao Ya's mother was ill, tears streaming down her face. Shocked to learn of the car accident, she was terrified; searching for her, she was even more panicked.

30. Sorrow weighs heavily on my heart, food tastes bland; unexpected joy makes me intoxicated; I care for Xiao Cong, and like a madman, I fuck Qian Hui.

31. An old flame brings a DVD player; Xiao Cong is sad and speechless; the bride plans for Chun Han, and his back garden blossoms with unparalleled pleasure.

32. Xiao Cong is sick and on an IV drip; his old flame is getting married and they can't meet; Da Chou resolutely lends a helping hand, revealing the true meaning of life.

The story takes a turn for the better here; hopefully, we'll see fish leaping and dragons soaring again in the process of sifting through the sands.

33. Reminiscing always brings many feelings; I'm glad I once had it; Xiao Jun's marriage makes my heart ache; Shui Hua's seductive cave ripples with lust.

34. Chun Han wants to stay with Da Chou, who is drunk; Xiao Cong is entangled and retreats with a kiss; afterwards, he apologizes and blushes; his heart is open and he doesn't take advantage of danger.

35. Going out alone is lonely; I'm happy to meet Yu Jiao, who smiles brightly; we drive through the woods for a wild lovemaking; even pregnancy would be worthwhile.

The first story is

about Niu Da Chou, a man from a small town outside the Great Wall. Orphaned and a bachelor, he makes a living by driving a donkey.

He lives in two brick houses. Every night after finishing his rickshaw ride, he buys some vegetables to eat with his drinks. His drinking buddy, Da Gang, lives in the backyard. When they drink, Da Chou often bursts into tears, pouring out his sorrows to his friend.

Da Chou's real name is Da You. As a child, he got into a fight and someone slashed his face with a shard of porcelain, leaving a long scar on his left cheek. People called him Da Chou (Big Ugly). To be fair, if he didn't have the scar, he would at least be considered average-looking.

Because of his looks, girls in elementary school refused to sit at the same table as him. In junior high, he wrote a love letter to the class beauty, who tore it up in front of him, snorted, and walked away with her chest puffed out and hips swaying. In high school, he mustered up his courage and confessed his love to the school beauty, who looked him up and down and calmly said, "Maybe in your next life."

Before the college entrance exam, he studied day and night, determined to prove himself; his studies were top-notch, ranking third in the entire grade. Unexpectedly, his father, his only family, fell from a height while working on a construction site and died shortly after being hospitalized. This devastating blow caused him to fail his exams. He even considered climbing to the top of the tallest building in town and jumping off like a hero.
After that, he started cycling. The thought of a high-achieving high school student cycling like a roughneck made him feel terrible, but over time, he got used to it.
Soon after he started cycling, he met Xiaoju, a vegetable vendor. As they spent more time together, they fell in love. But the good times didn't last. Xiaoju changed her mind; the other man was better off than Da Chou, much more handsome.
What could Da Chou compete with? He could only hide at home, drinking and weeping. From then on, he dared not think of women again. He went about his life as usual: cycling, drinking, chatting with friends—these constituted the main content of his life. Of course, there was also buying lottery tickets, his only dream, which he had persisted with for several years.
One day, during a nap, he dreamt of a set of numbers. He remembered them when he woke up, and while going out to work, he bought a ticket and filled in the numbers from his dream. When he checked the results, he had won the first prize!
Was this a dream? He rubbed his eyes. Yes, he felt dizzy and almost collapsed. He didn't scream, but quickly went home, slammed the door shut, and cried and laughed for a while before calming down.
The next steps were relatively easy. He took his ID card, went to the provincial capital, withdrew the cash, and deposited it in the local bank, keeping only a small amount for himself—only 500,000 yuan.
He returned home, but unlike some who became nouveau riche and flaunted their wealth, he remained low-key and continued his normal life, riding his bicycle as usual, his mind racing with plans for the next step.
He quickly decided on his future: he wanted to go out and make his way in the world. The outside world was exciting—luxury cars, fine wine, and beautiful women. Now that he had money, he should enjoy himself.
That evening, he sat in a chair, lost in thought. He decided to find a woman to satisfy his cravings. But who should he choose? He couldn't go to a prostitute; he'd be taken advantage of. Poor Da Chou, already thirty, had never seen a woman's vagina. Since it was his first time, he needed to find a virgin. But finding a virgin was easier said than done; many said that finding a virgin these days required going to kindergarten.
Lost in these thoughts, the door opened, and Xiao Ya entered. Xiao Ya was Da Gang's younger sister, a university student in the provincial capital.
Among the young women Da Chou knew, very few gave him a second glance, but Xiao Ya was different. Every time she came home, she would visit Da Chou, helping him cook and do laundry. Her family was originally well-off, but her father died last year, and her mother's income alone was barely enough to support her schooling. Meanwhile, Da Gang's job went out of business.
Therefore, Xiao Ya's school fees became a major problem. She barely made it through last semester, and this semester she had to pay again. With the start of the new semester fast approaching, Xiao Ya and her mother were borrowing money everywhere, but they were still far short.
"Xiao Ya, sit down. You look so worried. What's on your mind? Tell me, I'll help you."
"Brother Da Chou, I'm not going to university." Xiao Ya fought back tears.
"Nonsense! You finally got in, how can you not go?"
"It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't afford it. I'm practically selling myself." Xiao Ya burst into tears.
"How much more do you need?" Da Chou asked calmly. "More than three thousand. Even if everything goes smoothly this year, how will you pay for the tuition later?"
"How much will it cost to complete the whole course?"
"More than ten thousand." Xiao Ya sobbed.
"I have twenty thousand here, take it all." Da Chou looked at her and said firmly.
"No, that's what your father left you. You still need to get married."
"Get married? What wife? Looking like this, who would marry me?" Da Chou said indifferently.
"Brother Da Chou, you lent me all your money, how can I thank you?"
"That's easy, how about you repay me with your body?" Da Chou teased her with a smile.
Xiao Ya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, hugged him tightly, and said softly, "Brother Da Chou, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me."
"It's not because of my money that you say that."
"No, I've liked you for a long time, you're like a big, clumsy ox." Da Chou was moved and hugged her tightly.
He raised his head and pressed his lips to the beautiful girl's fragrant lips, licking and rubbing them. The girl was also an amateur and didn't know what to do.
Da Chou put his arms around her waist, his hands slid down, grabbing, kneading, and patting her plump buttocks. The girl's breathing became heavy, and she instinctively twisted her waist, trying to avoid his hands, but little did she know that this only made it more exciting in Da Chou's eyes.
Da Chou stuck his tongue into her small mouth. The girl opened her teeth, and Da Chou's tongue was already sucking and licking it, which rapidly ignited their desire. Da Chou then reached for the girl's breasts, caressing them through her clothes
. They were firm, soft, and incredibly elastic. "Wow, this is wonderful!" he thought, and Da Chou lifted her clothes and unhooked her white bra. The girl tried to stop him, but she couldn't.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of perky, snow-white, and rounded breasts appeared, their pink nipples more alluring than cherries, driving Da Chou wild. He used both hands to grasp and pinch them, teasing the nipples and enjoying himself to the fullest. The girl was also enjoying herself, moaning with pleasure.
After a while, Da Chou lowered his head and began to play with the breasts with his mouth, kneading one and sucking on the other, switching between them.
This made the girl blush, her eyes half-closed, and she kept saying, "Ah...ah...no...Brother Da Chou...you're so bad..."
Da Chou was in high spirits, his usual unlucky appearance gone. Watching videos was nothing compared to playing with her like this. Heaven had finally been kind to him, sending such a beautiful little sister to play with. It was good that the girl was pretty; one look and he was hard.
Da Chou reached into the girl's pants, groping for her secret place, slipping into her tight panties, where the pubic hair was damp and slippery. Hidden in the grass was a hot spring, which had soaked Da Chou's hands.
What was it like there? He wondered. Thinking this, he carried Xiao Ya to the bed and began to strip her naked from head to toe. Xiao Ya was too ashamed to open her eyes. Da Chou stripped himself naked as well and, full of lust, lay down beside her.
He whispered in the girl's ear, "Do you want it?"
"Yes. "
"What do you want?"
"I want..."
"Tell me?" she whispered in her ear, "I want your thing."
"What's it called?"
"A big cock."
Da Chou laughed, "Sis wants a big cock, so I'll give it to you." He parted the girl's thighs, examining her closely. He saw curly pubic hair below her abdomen, and beneath it, a slit was faintly visible.
Da Chou parted the pubic hair; the slit was bright red, delicate, slightly parted, and drooling. Touching it with his finger, even more moisture appeared.
The girl cried out, "Big Ugly Brother...don't touch it...I can't take it..."
Big Ugly Brother withdrew his hand, but instead brought his mouth to hers, pouring all his passion onto her vulva. His snake-like tongue probed tightly inside and outside her opening. After a while, still not satisfied, he knelt down, grabbed the girl's white buttocks, and positioned her lower body facing upwards, her entrance wide open. Then, his tongue went up again, sucking her labia and licking her anus. The
girl was driven to the brink of ecstasy, crying out, "Big Ugly Brother...don't...torture me anymore, hurry up...
come on..."
Big Ugly Brother stopped: "Come on what?"
"Come fuck me."
Hearing this, Big Ugly Brother finally let her go, got into position, and, with his large penis erect, aimed at her mysterious place and tried to push it in. Being a virgin, the girl cried out in pain as soon as his head entered.
Da Chou fondled the girl's breasts with both hands, kissed her lips, and said, "Little sister, bear with it, it'll be over soon."
The girl nodded. Da Chou pulled out his penis, rubbed it outside the opening for a while, and then re-entered. Feeling something blocking the way, he thrust in forcefully, his large penis going all the way in, but tears streamed down the girl's face.

Da Chou stopped, lovingly licking away each tear. After a long while, feeling that she was feeling a little better, he slowly began to move. Seeing the girl's furrowed brows gradually relax, he understood and quickened his pace. Under his movements, the girl began to sing a sweet and joyful song. Da Chou wasn't stupid; he felt a surge of pleasure. Finally, a girl had been conquered by him, and he was extremely proud.
The sensation of penetration was indeed indescribable; the small opening tightly enveloped his large penis, and the friction brought frequent waves of pleasure. It was warm, wet, and slippery inside. Every movement made her itch. If she hadn't been holding back, she would have ejaculated long ago. He couldn't ejaculate; he couldn't bear to part with the ecstasy of their lovemaking. He didn't want to let go of this beautiful body. He thrust in and out, rapidly. At the first sign of ejaculation, he slowed down, then sped up again after the initial tension.
This frenzy made the girl cry out in pleasure, finally reaching climax with a loud shout, a gush of fluid pouring onto his penis.
He mustered all his strength and thrust in and out over a hundred more times before finally sending his virgin semen into her little hole. The girl couldn't help but moan, "It's so hot."
Da Chou seized the opportunity to ask, "Brother, did you do a good job?"
"Excellent. Sister really wants to be with brother like this every day," the girl murmured dreamily.
Da Chou held her close, enjoying the warmth after the storm. This girl, newly defiled, looked truly captivating. Her bright eyes were half-open, looking at him shyly. When she saw him looking at her, she quickly looked away.
After a long while, the girl struggled to get up and wanted to go home. They dressed, and the girl threw herself into Da Chou's arms again, saying sweetly, "If you're willing, brother, I'll come back and be your wife after I graduate."
"Sister, I like you too. I want to marry you, but I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you."
"Don't say that! I'm willing to follow you. But if you meet a good girl before I graduate, I won't hold you back."
Da Chou was so moved his eyes welled up with tears.
Da Chou escorted Xiao Ya to her door before leaving. "A golden carp is no ordinary fish! Tomorrow I'll start flying; I'm a dragon!"

After breakfast and a short rest, Da Chou went to the bank and withdrew the 20,000 yuan he had painstakingly saved over the years.
In the past, holding 20,000 yuan would have made his heart race with nervousness, but now he was much calmer. He personally delivered the money to Xiao Ya's house, and Xiao Ya's mother was so grateful she was speechless.
Xiao Ya didn't say much, just gazed at him tenderly with her bright eyes.
While Xiao Ya's mother was out... He gave Xiaoya a chance to drink water, then gave her a wicked smile and made a sexual gesture, making Xiaoya blush red. She glared at him reproachfully and turned her head away.
She knew he was thinking about the pleasure of the previous night. Recalling her own experience, a flame of desire rose within her. It was so shameful, yet also so exciting and exhilarating. No wonder girls were so eager to get married; the secret was here.
After leaving Xiaoya's house, she saw him to the door.
Da Chou turned back and asked, "When are you leaving, little sister?"
"Tomorrow,"
Da Chou said, looking at her. "Take good care of yourself."
"You too, wait for me to come back and be with you. Also, write to me when you have time."
Da Chou nodded.
Xiaoya said, "I'll miss you." She smiled sweetly at him.
Da Chou laughed, "I'll miss you even more down there."
Xiaoya snorted, turned and walked away, but after a few steps, she suddenly turned back, laughing and scolding, "You bad boy, I hate you!" Watching her retreating figure, Da
Chou suddenly felt like a happy person. The contrast between then and now was like flying from hell to heaven; life is truly unpredictable!
Da Chou pedaled for a few more days. Then, he started selling his house and belongings, even his donkey, his only means of survival. He declared that he was going to the city to work, to make his way in the world, and he wouldn't come back until he was a respectable man.
This move greatly impressed his fellow riders, who praised him for his boldness and manly spirit. Meanwhile, the old men and women in the neighborhood whispered, "That spendthrift, he doesn't live a proper life, he's got no sense of propriety. Just wait and see, he'll be back with his tail between his legs in a few days." "
These poor guys chipped in and prepared a farewell meal for Da Chou at a small eatery. Although the food wasn't fancy and the wine wasn't expensive, Da Chou was in high spirits and ate and drank just as much as the others. This pure friendship and deep human warmth brought tears to Da Chou's eyes. He got drunk that night, and his friends took him home.
Before leaving, he went to Xiao Ya's house again and gave her all the things he hadn't sold.
Xiao Ya's mother said, 'If things aren't going well there, come back quickly. There's no need to force yourself.' She also told him to visit Xiao Ya when he had time."
Da Chou asked for her address before saying goodbye and leaving.
He flipped through the calendar, chose a date, and set off.
On a sunny morning, a minibus carrying Da Chou and his dreams sped towards the provincial capital. He sat by the window, clutching his newly bought handbag, which cost twenty yuan and contained twenty-five thousand yuan—his entire savings.
He felt that only this truly belonged to him, while the other five hundred thousand yuan, for safety, was deposited in the bank. This money was like a flower in water, a moon in a mirror—not very real. Da Chou felt that it might grow wings and fly away any day, and he wouldn't regret it, since he had earned it all himself.
Four hours later, the bus entered the outskirts of the provincial capital. Da Chou glanced out the window; this area wasn't much better than his hometown, except for more buildings and wider roads. The roads were full of potholes, big and small. Pedestrians could walk, but when large vehicles passed, the bus swayed from side to side, especially those loaded high with cargo, making one worry that it might overturn at any moment.
At the Sankeshu Station, Da Chou felt a sense of release from prison as soon as he got off the train.
His backside ached from sitting all the way, and standing on the ground in the provincial capital, he stretched. It was midday, the sun was intense, and the heat was scorching; his clothes were useless. Da Chou wiped the sweat from his face.
A few men and women approached from the opposite direction, asking the disembarking passengers if they had any hotels. Their attitude and aggressive manner were practically taunting him. Da Chou didn't want to deal with them and hurried forward. He remembered a small eatery not far ahead, not a proper building, but a makeshift stall with four steel pillars supporting a canopy, all open to the elements. His stomach was rumbling.
Sure enough, the canopy was still there, and the same dark-skinned woman was still running it. He went in, sat down, ordered a bowl of cold noodles and four steamed buns, and then began to look around. His last visit was practically a waste; he'd come and gone quickly. He hadn't seen any of the famous sights or skyscrapers, and he hadn't even had a chance to properly observe the women of the provincial capital.

Last time, he was so nervous, his heart was in his throat, always afraid someone would stab him. Today was different; he was very calm.
Da Chou looked outside, paying particular attention to young women. The provincial capital was famous nationwide for its "dressing." He didn't know what the word meant—was it fashionable and expensive, or cleverly revealing?
A girl walked by, wearing a red bellyband, her shoulders exposed, very individualistic.
Da Chou had never seen anyone dressed like that in his hometown, so he glanced at her a few more times. After the girl passed, she turned her back to him.
Da Chou was surprised to find that her back was completely naked, smooth, and gleaming with a healthy, slightly dark sheen in the sunlight. However, from that back, Da Chou couldn't help but think of other things. His gaze slid down to her buttocks.
At this moment, another woman walked by, blocking Da Chou's view. Da Chou had no choice but to look at her. She had a slender figure, wearing a very short skirt; indeed, very short, down to her upper thighs; her legs were covered in stockings, with nice lines. Unexpectedly, the young woman's small bag fell to the ground. As she bent down to pick it up, her skirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of
her cleavage. Da Chou had a perfect angle and got a full view.
Underneath her skirt were plump, round buttocks, white and perfect, with a deep cleft. Da Chou initially thought she wasn't wearing underwear, but upon closer inspection, he discovered she was indeed wearing a strip of fabric. This sight suddenly ignited a fire within Da Chou; his manhood hardened, almost bursting through his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and "take her."
Suddenly, the proprietress placed the noodles in front of him with a thud, bringing him back to his senses.
The proprietress, seeing his foolish expression, couldn't help but laugh. Da Chou, embarrassed, lowered his head and ate heartily. After finishing, he was covered in sweat, his clothes clinging to his body, making him very uncomfortable. He paid the bill and asked if there was a bathhouse nearby.
The proprietress replied, "Of course there is. Go west past five intersections, turn left, and there's one inside."
Da Chou thanked her.
The proprietress said again, "Young man, that's a good place. But you need money. If you don't, you'd better behave yourself. If you don't, you'll get into trouble." She then smiled, a mysterious and ambiguous smile.
Da Chou didn't understand and didn't ask any more questions, just grabbed his bag and left.
Following the directions, Da Chou wiped his sweat several times before reaching his destination, his sleeves stained black. He looked up at the bathhouse; the storefront was quite large, the decor average, so he figured it wouldn't be too expensive, but he hesitated for a long time before finally pushing open the door.
He asked the attendant how much the cheapest bath was, and the attendant said, "Our prices are all the same here." He then led him to a private room.
The private room was indeed quite large, easily 30 square meters, with a shower, a tub, and a steam room. There were also various bathing supplies, and new pajamas hung on the wall. There was also a large, soft bed against the wall.
Da Chou soaked first, then showered, and then lay naked on the bed to rest, feeling completely comfortable. Before he knew it, he was going to sleep. Not wanting anyone to knock on the door, Da Chou asked, "Who is it?"
A woman outside replied, "Please open the door, sir. I'm a masseuse."
Da Chou had never had a massage before and wanted to try it. So, he put on his pajamas and opened the door.
A girl wrapped in a bath towel walked in. She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a good figure. She was pretty, with a charming smile, a seductive allure.
As instructed by the woman, Da Chou first lay face down, and the woman straddled him, pinching his head, choking his neck, and patting his back. It was actually quite comfortable.
When she placed her hand on Da Chou's buttocks, it felt like an electric shock, making Da Chou's desire rise, and his penis became hard again. He was suffering under her weight. He just had to bear it; it would probably get better soon.
After a while, Da Chou lay flat on his back. This time, the woman only glanced at other parts of his body, but she paid special attention to his penis. She grabbed his penis through his pajamas, and it revealed its lecherous nature, hard as iron. She pressed it down, and it rose again. The woman skillfully rubbed and caressed him, igniting a burning desire in Da Chou.
He tried to control himself, thinking, "I can't do anything like this."
But the woman wasn't satisfied with the status quo; she simply reached in from below, directly touching his penis. Flesh against flesh, Da Chou panted heavily, thinking, "If this continues, I'll have no choice but to commit a crime."
The woman laughed, "It's so hot, take your clothes off." Without further ado, she unbuttoned Da Chou's clothes.
Soon, Da Chou was naked. The woman looked him over; although his appearance wasn't flattering, his body was quite strong, especially his penis, which was thick and long, standing tall like a flagpole; the veins on it were bulging, and the glans was bigger than a ping-pong ball.
The woman had seen countless men, but such a treasure was rare. The more she looked at it, the more she loved it, wanting to study it properly. So she straddled Da Chou, repeatedly rubbing, pulling, and spreading it, until a large drop of sticky fluid oozed from his penis.
Da Chou felt so comfortable he wanted to cry out. Because the woman was kneeling and leaning forward, her buttocks were sticking out high. This wasn't unusual, but what was unusual was that Da Chou discovered her insides were empty; her white buttocks, tight anus, and hairy little hole were like a beautiful sight before his eyes.
Da Chou swallowed hard and quickly reached over to touch her buttocks. Her buttocks weren't big, but they were very elastic. Parting her pubic hair, her labia were exposed. Her vulva was opening and closing with the woman's breathing, and a few drops of fluid had already flowed out.
Da Chou pinched her clitoris with his fingers, and the woman moaned, "Brother...please...don't touch it...it's so itchy..."
Hearing this, Da Chou's interest grew even stronger. He used his other hand to help, inserting two fingers into her little hole and moving them around. With both hands working at once, the woman's moans grew louder. Suddenly, she lowered her head and swallowed his penis into her mouth, licking and sucking it endlessly.
Da Chou, experiencing oral sex for the first time, exclaimed with pleasure, "So comfortable! It's wonderful!" and intensified his work.
Just as Da Chou was about to lose control, he flipped the woman over and pinned her down, aiming his large penis at her wet little hole and thrusting it in forcefully. The woman cried out in satisfaction, "Good, good~~~" and raised her limbs to wrap around Da Chou's body.
Da Chou roused himself and thrust into her little hole with a splashing sound, her juices flowing incessantly.
The woman responded enthusiastically, twisting her hips and arching her back, crying out, "Big cock...
brother... you... are really good... you've made my... little hole... all ripped... harder... thrust...
thrust... thrust me to death..."
As Da Chou fucked her hard, he squeezed her not-so-large breasts, saying, "You cunt... not bad...
tight... gripping my cock... feels so good... you want to die... okay... brother will satisfy you today...
let you die enough..."
The woman sang loudly.
After a while, Da Chou told the woman to change positions. She rolled over, sticking her buttocks up. Da Chou, without even lifting his large penis, shook it a few times in her buttocks, and then, as if guided by instinct, thrust it all the way in with a whoosh. He slapped her buttocks with both hands, and his penis moved faster, so fast it was dizzying. The woman's screams echoed throughout the room, and she uttered all sorts of vulgarities.
Da Chou was very pleased with himself. He grabbed her breasts and buttocks, and used his index finger to poke her anus. The woman instinctively contracted. Da Chou then got some of her vaginal fluid on his finger and inserted it. The woman cried out in pain.
For some reason, as Da Chou watched his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, he suddenly remembered another vagina, a pure and beautiful one that only he had ever visited. After so many days, it must be even more alluring now.
Distracted for a moment, he climaxed, and streams of warm semen shot into the woman's cunt like bullets.
After a short rest, Da Chou got dressed and went outside. It was a dangerous place,
and he wanted to leave quickly. He calculated the bill: three hundred yuan. That three hundred yuan would have been enough for half a month's earnings while he was pedaling his rickshaw—he didn't know how many passengers he'd carried or how much sweat he'd shed. Therefore, he felt a slight pang of pain as he paid.
As he left, the woman gave him a flirtatious wink and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, come again sometime!"
Da Chou didn't reply and quickly walked away.

Once on the street, he strode briskly until he could no longer see the bathhouse. Only then did he feel safe. If the police caught him, he'd be in deep trouble.
He needed to find a hotel. Da Chou inquired about prices at each place. The cheapest was fifteen yuan for a four-person room; a single room was thirty yuan. Da Chou hesitated for a moment, then chose the cheapest single room. He went inside, closed the door, and began to think about tomorrow. He decided to look around first.
That evening, he bought two boxed lunches nearby. As soon as it got dark, he lay down. In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door, asking if he needed a prostitute.
Da Chou opened the door halfway and saw a woman in her mid-thirties, pretty and dressed provocatively.
Da Chou wanted to let her in, but thinking safety first, he closed the door again. He was unfamiliar with the area and didn't want to fall into a trap; being extorted wasn't worth it. The
next morning, he went to a street stall and ordered two bowls of soy milk and half a pound of fried dough sticks, eating until his mouth was shiny with oil. After wiping his mouth, he got on the bus and headed to Qiulin.
This time, he was much more careful with the bus. Last time, he'd boarded the wrong bus, and when the conductor asked him, he realized he'd been on the wrong bus, drawing mocking looks from everyone on the bus. This time, he carefully checked the route sign before boarding.
When he arrived at "Qiulin," he got off. Looking at "Qiulin," he saw it was across a wide road, with iron railings on both sides; he had to use an underpass to cross. As he descended the passageway, he carefully glanced at the famous shopping mall. It wasn't tall, a long, green building, with the two golden characters "Qiulin" standing out prominently in the sunlight.
He carefully positioned himself in the direction of "Qiulin" before stepping down the passageway.
But when he came back up, it wasn't "Qiulin" anymore; "Qiulin" had moved to the right across the passage. He had no choice but to turn around and go down the passageway again. After this ordeal twice more, he finally arrived at the entrance of "Qiulin."
The sidewalk in front of the entrance was teeming with pedestrians, a sea of heads; it seemed that family planning was truly necessary.
In the open space, there were beggars; some sat on the ground wrapped in cotton coats, with a piece of cloth in front of them bearing a tragic story; there were also children, their upper bodies bare and dark, kneeling on the hard paving stones, heads bowed, faces full of sorrow, a teacup in front of them. Many kind and compassionate people were there, occasionally throwing money at them.
Da Chou didn't join the fun; he had heard there were many swindlers these days, dressed in various disguises to cheat people out of money.
Da Chou wandered around Qiulin Park carefully, but he didn't remember the layout or the merchandise. The only thing he remembered was the abundance of beautiful young women among the waitresses, which made his penis erect, and he had probably sexually assaulted countless men with his eyes.
He had no destination, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly. On a small Jiefang truck, there was a poster announcing a martial arts and song and dance performance at Xiangfang Park. It even featured pictures of scantily clad women swaying their hips. Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to join the fun. He
entered the park, paying three yuan for admission. The martial arts performers were a group of monks. One monk held a spear to his throat, while several strong men gripped and pushed it forward. The monk's face turned serious, his body shifted forward, and suddenly he shouted. The spear had bent into an arc shape, and everyone applauded and cheered.
As for the singing and dancing, there was nothing particularly outstanding, but it received far more applause than the martial arts performance. This was because the actresses, dressed in bikinis, would sometimes lean forward, exposing most of their breasts, sometimes stick out their buttocks, their large buttocks taut as if about to burst out of their clothes. Sometimes they would lean back, their crotches bulging, making one want to protest that the fabric was too thick, obscuring the true view.
Da Chou's eyes were also burning with desire; his pants were digging painfully into his penis. Luckily, he was sitting; if he were standing, he probably wouldn't be able to straighten his back.
Not far from the park, a factory was recruiting workers, and several hundred people were gathered there, with a registration desk at the entrance.
Da Chou squeezed through the crowd and glanced at the advertisement. The gist was: This factory has invested heavily in producing a new product, sponge iron, and is currently short of one hundred male workers. The wages are generous, and room and board are free. Anyone young, strong, and healthy can apply.
Da Chou went to the registration desk and saw a long queue of people waiting to register. He thought to himself, "I've never worked a day in my life, and I really want to experience what it's like to work. Besides, there are no appearance restrictions, and if the job isn't good, I can easily leave." So, he joined the ranks of those who signed up.
Quickly, after the physical exam in the afternoon, he went to the dormitory. According to regulations, you have to bring your own luggage.
Da Chou didn't have any luggage, so he told the factory manager to see if they could help him. The factory manager asked him a few simple questions about his personal situation and then instructed a section chief to handle the matter.
The section chief led him to a warehouse and brought out a set of clothes. Of course, Da Chou had to pay a deposit of one hundred yuan.
Da Chou was surprised when he first saw the section chief. She was a woman, and very beautiful, about thirty years old, exuding a youthful yet mature charm; over 1.7 meters tall, with full breasts and hips, long flowing hair; large, bright eyes that sparkled; beautiful red lips that always wore a smile; a well-fitting suit dress that made her look like a career woman.
Da Chou mustered his courage to look at her a few more times, his heart pounding. The section chief glanced at him a couple more times; perhaps someone like him was a rare sight.
Along the way, Da Chou followed behind, staring at her alluringly swaying hips, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her body, and letting his mind wander: "Just being able to hug a woman like that would be incredibly lucky; if I could actually penetrate her, it would be worth sacrificing ten years of my life. Her husband is fucking lucky to enjoy such a beauty every day; his ancestors must be incredibly fortunate."
The next day, at a meeting in the conference room, the factory director gave a passionate speech. The director was very refined-looking, wearing glasses. The female section chief also spoke, her expressions lively and her language elegant. All the male colleagues focused their fiery gazes on her, as if they wanted to melt her. The section chief remained calm, probably used to such stares. From the nameplate on the stage, Da Chou learned her name: Li Qianhui. The factory director's name was Ye Qiufan.

[Soon, Da Chou started working. It turned out to be manual labor. Da Chou first did slag removal work for a few days, which involved removing slag from the boiler. Two people worked together, pushing a cart down the sloping cement road to the furnace door. The work itself wasn't tiring; however, once the furnace door was open, they used shovels to remove embers from inside and then shoveled them back onto the cart. This process was unbearable for Da Chou; it was too hot, his face burned, and he almost fainted. The room was already hot, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked the workshop director for a transfer.]
The foreman was alright; he transferred him to sifting coal outdoors. Although it was dustier, Da Chou felt it was much better than the heat. However, another problem arose: the night shift was unbearable. He had a habit of being a light sleeper; the slightest noise in the room would keep him awake. When he returned to the dormitory in the morning, groggy from his shift, some people weren't sleeping; they were playing cards on their beds, making it impossible for anyone to rest. While
others snored loudly, he could only stare helplessly, asking them to be quiet. At first, they paid attention, but as they played, they forgot and started shouting again. Over time, Da Chou lost weight. On night shifts, after working for a while, everyone else would sit on the shovel handles, chatting and laughing, while Da Chou would lean against the coal pile, dozing off, half-asleep.
What kind of life was this? Da Chou was furious. It was much more comfortable at home, riding a donkey. At least there was freedom, and he could sleep well. He endured this for about half a month before deciding to quit. He wanted to see the factory manager, but after several visits to the manager's door, he hesitated.
That day, after much deliberation, he finally decided to leave. Looking at the date, it was Saturday. A few of his roommates were still sleeping; most had gone out to have fun at the factory. Everyone called to Da Chou, but he didn't go. Da Chou went downstairs and paced around the courtyard. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the building where the factory manager's office was located.
That building was on the far west side, and there was no one in front of it. He looked up; the manager's window was still open. Had he forgotten to close it? Or was he inside? If so, that would be even better; he would go find him now.
The building was quiet. When he reached the top floor, he faintly heard moans—a woman's. Da Chou tiptoed towards the sound and finally stopped in front of the manager's door. Yes, this was the source of the sound. At the door, the sound was clearer, captivating and mesmerizing.
Da Chou wasn't satisfied with just the auditory impact; he craved a "video call." Because the hidden lock on the door had broken yesterday, it hadn't been replaced yet. Therefore, a small hole was left in the door, which was stuffed with a wad of paper. Da Chou pointed over and slowly poked it out, revealing the beautiful scene inside.
A man and a woman were making love, facing Da Chou from the side. The woman's hands were on the table, her large breasts peeking out from under her bra, bouncing rapidly like big white rabbits; her skirt was rolled up, revealing her buttocks, which were sticking out high and dazzlingly white, with a medium-sized penis going in and out from behind. With each movement, the woman moaned incessantly: "Fan... Fan... you're doing it so well... it feels so good... it feels so good... don't stop... faster... let me... go to heaven..." Her large buttocks thrust back forcefully.
The man thrust again with great force, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking his penis and dripping onto the ground. He panted heavily, laughing, "Qianmei... your pussy... is so tight... it makes me... want to cum... I've been fucking... for so many years... but... I just... can't... get enough..."
While fucking, the man also occasionally groped the woman's buttocks and breasts.
"My pussy... is... yours... fuck me... fuck me to death... if I don't... it's always itchy... I can't hold it in..." the woman confessed in a wanton manner.
The man grabbed her buttocks, thrusting hard while saying, "Then I... will... will... fuck you to death..."
Reaching his peak thrusting speed, he suddenly shuddered, and the woman said, "Don't... cum... I haven't... had enough..."
The man couldn't control himself, pulling his penis out and ejaculating onto the ground in spurts.
The woman turned around, squatted down, and swallowed his penis into her mouth. Now, Da Chou finally saw who she was. Actually, he already knew from her voice. A beautiful face, captivating eyes, and elegant demeanor—even when giving a man oral sex, her gaze and movements remained refined. The word "slut" couldn't be associated with her.
Watching his dream goddess lick another man's penis, Da Chou felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could immediately become the man who possessed that penis.
After a long time of playing the flute, the dead snake didn't rise, and the woman stood up in disappointment.
The man said apologetically, "Let me lick it for you."
The woman obediently sat on the table, spreading her two plump, jade-like legs, revealing her hairy, watery, and rosy little treasure to Da Chou.
Just as he got a clear look, the man blocked him. He leaned down and kissed her vulva, making a few soft, sucking sounds, like a kiss, then biting her clitoris.
The woman opened her mouth, let out an "ah," tilted her head back, squinted her eyes, and moaned softly, grabbing the man's head with both hands.
The man was very enthusiastic, licking her labia with his tongue until she made loud noises, and her juices flowed down her cheeks. He ate them without any disgust.
The woman moaned, "Fan... I love... you... forever... I love you..."
After a few minutes, she screamed and then stopped.
The man sat down, pulled her into his arms, and teased, "Qianmei, you not only have a beautiful face, but also an absolutely amazing pussy. Any man who can fuck you even once should be shot on the spot."
The woman opened her eyes and smiled, "Then you'd be shot countless times already. I'll shoot you right now." As she spoke, she tapped his head with her finger.
The woman got out of his arms and said, "Hurry up and put them on, don't let anyone find out." She went to find her underwear.
The ugly man outside the door saw that the show was over and turned to leave. If he didn't leave, he would be caught.
As the woman straightened up to pull up her underwear, she suddenly noticed that the crumpled paper in the doorway had fallen to the ground. She quickly opened the door and looked into the corridor, but no one was there. She ran to the window and looked down, just in time to see Da Chou leave through the building entrance and run eastward.
Her heart sank; she thought, "Oh no, we've been exposed. I have to find a way to silence him. If word gets out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The man, seeing that her underwear wasn't fully pulled up, came over to help and asked, "Did you find anything? Is anyone there?"
The woman kissed him on the cheek and said sweetly, "Darling, everything's normal." But her mind was in turmoil, desperately searching for a solution.

Ever since that day of peeping, Da Chou had been haunted by that breathtaking and arousing scene: her large breasts jiggling, heaving; her buttocks trembling, an endless display of
eroticism. Da Chou's penis couldn't resist the temptation; he had masturbated many times behind her back. Each time he ejaculated, he imagined it was being pulled from her vagina, silently calling her name, and fantasizing about the lewd moans and groans she made as he writhed under his penis's assault.
The scene was incredibly beautiful, allowing Da Chou to fully enjoy the superiority of being a man. Little did he know, his whereabouts had been exposed; if he had known, he would have fled long ago, even forfeiting his wages.
That day, Da Chou had no work. He took advantage of the quiet morning to sleep, and in the afternoon, he went downstairs to go for a stroll.
He ran into a colleague downstairs, who said, "Our beautiful section chief is looking for you. She wants you to come quickly. It's about work."
Da Chou didn't think much of it and went straight to the section chief's office. He knocked and went in. The section chief was sitting in a chair, smiling at him with bright eyes, showing no disdain for his appearance, which warmed Da Chou's heart.
The section chief asked him to sit down and, as usual, asked about work, such as whether he was tired and if he was settling in well. She also inquired about Da Chou's family situation, whether he had a wife, and so on.
Da Chou answered truthfully. Then, the section chief stared at him and slowly said, "Last Saturday morning, what did you see outside the factory manager's door?"
Da Chou was startled. The section chief was still smiling, but her eyes were clearly cold, like a knife piercing Da Chou's heart.
Da Chou hurriedly replied, "I didn't see anything. There was paper stuffed in the doorway, so I couldn't see anything."
Upon hearing this, the section chief suddenly stood up, her face flushed, her eyes sharp. She clenched her fist secretly. Since you saw it all, why should I be polite? But she suddenly calmed herself down, her expression slowly returning to normal, and she sat down again.
She opened a drawer and took out a small leather bag. Picking up the bag, she stood up, walked to the door, tugged at it to make sure it was locked, then turned and walked to Da Chou's side. Da Chou lowered his head, not daring to look at her, his heart pounding. He thought, what does she want? Is she going to kill me to silence me? No, I have to run away.
The section chief smiled charmingly again, opened the bag, and took out two wads of cash. Most people are sensitive to money, and Da Chou looked up.
The section chief's gentle voice rang out: "These two thousand yuan are all yours. Take them all. Just keep your mouth shut. If you can't keep your mouth shut, you'll lose it too."
Da Chou glanced at the section chief. She was still smiling, a charming smile, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her pearly teeth. But Da Chou sensed a sternness beneath that charm, as if a sharp blade was about to strike his neck. Da Chou's heart pounded wildly.
His voice trembled slightly: "Section Chief, don't worry, I won't say anything. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." He turned to leave, but the section chief stepped aside, her large chest blocking Da Chou's path.
"Take your money safe," the section chief reminded him.
"Section Chief, that's not my money, I won't take it. Don't worry, I'll keep my word. I'll keep my mouth shut." With that, he walked around the large chest and...
Stepping outside, Da Chou wiped his sweat, thinking, "This woman is so beautiful, yet she seems like a venomous snake."
The section chief stood at the door, watching his strong back, and began to devise a new plan. "You promised not to tell, and I'm somewhat inclined to believe you, but without money, I'm still a little uneasy. If you take the money, then nothing will happen. If you don't want money, what else do you want? I don't believe anyone doesn't love money; I just think I have too little."
Since returning from the section chief's place, Da Chou hadn't felt relaxed, as if a herd of mad horses was running rampant in his mind. He too was pondering what to do. Running away, he was reluctant to leave behind his salary; almost a month had passed, payday was approaching, and leaving would mean losing it all. Staying, however, left that woman eyeing him menacingly, as if she wanted to devour him. "
It's just adultery, what's there to be afraid of? Since you've already done it, what's there to fear? As long as your husband is willing to be a cuckold, nobody else cares." Thinking of her smile, her beautiful voice, the red lips that made that sound—those red lips that were sucking on a man's penis that day, though it wasn't mine.
Thinking of this, Da Chou became a little delirious. If she could lick me, I'd be willing to be stabbed a few times.
The factory manager's words were truly classic: "A woman like that, after a man has slept with her, he'd be immediately dragged out and shot, and it wouldn't be unjust. "
On the morning of the third day, he decided to go to the city for some fun. He walked out of the factory gate, just about to cross the street to catch a bus.
"Niu Da Chou, come with me." Turning around, he saw the beautiful section chief.
She wore a white long dress, her voluptuous figure curvaceous, her slender legs appearing and disappearing beneath the skirt with her movements; the skirt fluttered, exuding elegance; wearing sunglasses and holding an umbrella, she had a particularly stylish air.
Seeing Da Chou following, she walked east along the sidewalk, her high heels making a rhythmic clattering sound. From behind, her perfect figure and graceful gait were no less than that of a professional model on the runway.
Da Chou tried to approach her, but she said without turning her head, "Follow behind me, keep a safe distance. Just pretend we don't know each other."
Da Chou didn't know what she wanted, thinking, "It's broad daylight, you're not going to kill me, are you? If you're going somewhere secluded, I'm not going with you."
Da Chou followed cautiously, glancing around occasionally for any suspicious figures.
A dozen minutes later, Da Chou entered a courtyard. It was a residential area with tall, beautiful buildings.
He went up to the third floor through a doorway. The section chief opened the door, and Da Chou hesitated for a moment before following her in.
"Wait in the living room for a moment, I'll go change my clothes."
Da Chou nodded and waited for her to enter through one of the doors. Da Chou quickly opened the other doors to check for any ambushes. He had intentionally
left the outer door open when he came in, just in case something happened, so he could escape. Finding no one in any of the doors, he relaxed and closed the outer door. He sat down on a green sofa. Even though he was an amateur, he could sense the luxury and high-end nature of the room. The television was enormous, the coffee table exquisite—things he'd never seen in his hometown.
The section chief emerged, now dressed in a strapless gauze dress, her bra and panties barely visible; her underwear was black.
She'd removed her sunglasses, and her captivating eyes gazed tenderly at Da Chou, making him feel as if he were basking in a spring breeze.
The section chief opened the refrigerator, taking out a pile of things: ice cubes, popsicles, fried ice cream, and so on.
After the section chief's repeated polite refusals, Da Chou picked up a popsicle, thinking: "Is this popsicle laced with rat poison?"
He licked the popsicle, and for some reason, he remembered the day the section chief had licked his penis. His face flushed. He turned to look at the section chief, who sat beside him, legs crossed, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes half-closed, gazing at him meaningfully.
Da Chou couldn't help but glance at her upper and lower body, covered by her clothing. The section chief seemed to realize this too, subconsciously turning her body to the side.
Da Chou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head to eat.
After Da Chou finished three popsicles and wiped his hands, the section chief asked softly, "Do you know why I called you here?"
Da Chou shook his head. The section chief said, "You don't need to play dumb. What happened that day isn't over yet."
Da Chou hurriedly confessed, "I didn't tell anyone, I didn't miss a single word. I can swear to you."
"You don't need to swear, I believe you, otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to sit here and talk to me."
"Then why did you call me here?"
"Of course, to get what you deserve."
Saying this, the section chief got up and went to the inner room to take out a bag, and took out five stacks of money from the bag.
"Take it, this five thousand yuan is yours."
"I don't want it." Da Chou waved his hands repeatedly.
"Why? You still think it's not enough? You should know how to be content. Do you know what five thousand yuan is for?" The section chief moved closer to him and said patiently, "This money is almost your annual salary. It can do a lot!
You can buy a decent TV, a decent motorcycle. If you like women, you can find fifty prostitutes, or even ten or eight for a more upscale lifestyle. You can also buy a virgin's first time. If you don't accept it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
As she spoke, she watched Da Chou's reaction.
Da Chou smiled憨厚ly and didn't reply.
The section chief's eyes widened, but her voice remained calm: "This money can also buy a person's life."
Da Chou could certainly hear the weight of those words. He was a little nervous, but he forced himself to remain calm, thinking: No matter how powerful you are, you're still a woman. I don't believe you can do anything to me.
Da Chou looked directly into her eyes and asked, "Is your secret with the factory director worth more than a person's life?"
The section chief immediately replied, "Of course, if you were me, you would know."
Da Chou didn't want to sit any longer, so he stood up and said, "I'll keep it a secret, but you can keep your money for yourself. I won't take your money."
The section chief jumped up and said loudly, "Niu Da Chou, what exactly do you want? Just tell me what I can do, and I'll satisfy you."
Da Chou stared at her chest, scratched his head, and said, "I dare not say, I'm afraid you'll be angry."
The section chief covered her chest with both hands, already guessing what it might be about, her heart pounding in her throat, but she still said loudly, "Tell me."
Da Chou then confessed, "I want to hug you and kiss you, that'll be enough."
The section chief breathed a sigh of relief. So it was that simple. I thought he wanted... If he wanted that, it would have been really difficult.
The section chief laughed and scolded, "So you're a pervert. Okay, I agree. It's settled, after the hug and kiss, we'll be even, you take the money and leave. From now on, you are you, and I am me."
Da Chou nodded, taking a step forward, his heart pounding. Finally, he embraced her waist, gazing into her dark, gem-like eyes, and murmured dreamily, "You know, the moment I saw you, my soul was captivated. I think about you constantly at work, and I dream about you all the time. If one day I could hold you, kiss you, my life would be complete. Fifty prostitutes, a virgin's first night—in my heart, they can't even compare to a single hair on your head. You are my goddess. No woman is as beautiful, as noble as you. I swear, I'm telling the truth."
The section chief was completely surprised that such a rustic, honest man could utter such sweet words. Had he memorized them from some book? She was even more surprised that this man adored her so much. She hadn't heard such words in a long time, not even from her husband or lover. It was truly comforting.
A warm current rose from the depths of her heart, almost completely erasing her resentment, wariness, and anger towards him. Suddenly, she realized this man wasn't ugly at all.
She laughed, "Don't try that. Do you think I'm an eighteen-year-old girl?" She narrowed her eyes, pouted her red lips, and waited for Da Chou to make his move.
Da Chou didn't kiss her lips, but instead kissed her face, earlobe, neck, and shoulders. It tickled the section chief, making her want to dodge, yet also wanting to laugh.
Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good. Da Chou first gave her fleeting, light kisses, then went on a whirlwind.
Before the section chief could even think, he suddenly sealed her lips with his. A jolt of electricity shot through her entire body; her soul seemed to tremble—a feeling she hadn't experienced in years.

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