Life is Like a Dream, Part 2: Chapters 1-4 - Harmonious People

Word count: 4300 Life is like a dream Chapter 1 The Threshing Ground August in Jiangnan is hot and humid. The scorching midday sun makes one drowsy. There is not a breath of wind in the air; the whole world seems to be still, except for the tireless chirping of cicadas in the treetops. More than a month has passed since graduation. In this month, I have braved the blazing sun almost every week to go to the job market and submit my resume to several companies. All my resumes, as always, have disappeared without a trace. I spend my days idly at home, counting down the days. Looking at my parents' increasingly gray hair, thinking about how my college classmates have all found good jobs, and Rong's marriage to someone far away in Nanjing, disappointment and helplessness gnaw at my heart like locusts. In my most helpless, confused, and dejected moments, my childhood sweetheart Tongtong showed me tenderness and gentleness, allowing this small boat adrift on a boundless sea to find temporary harbor. Today is the 14th of the seventh lunar month. According to our local custom, the 15th of the seventh lunar month is the day to worship ancestors. Legend has it that this is the day when Yama, the King of Hell, gives all the ghosts in the underworld a holiday, and the ancestors of each family in the underworld will come to their homes in the mortal world for a feast through the sacrificial rites of their descendants. After dinner, my parents went to my uncle's house to discuss the sacrificial ceremony. In the countryside, besides the Spring Festival meal, this is one of the most important events. Before Tongtong left in the evening, my heart pounded as I asked her to go to the village threshing ground to watch the moon that night. Tongtong blushed and hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. The threshing ground is located on the north side of the village, surrounded by large wheat fields. In the middle of the threshing ground, piles of wheat straw are stacked. Climbing to the top of the straw piles, you can see the beautiful river view not far away. This place used to be the liveliest spot during the autumn harvest in the 1980s, and it was also where Tongtong and I, along with a group of other children, would play and frolic. Of course, after the reform and opening up, the threshing ground became a thing of the past. During the day, the desolate stacks of wheat stood alone, and at night it was even quieter. As soon as it got dark, I hurried to the threshing ground. Tongtong hadn't arrived yet. I plopped down on the soft haystack, looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and couldn't help but think of my first love, Min'er. That old man, ten years older than me, could he really give me the so-called happiness? I also thought of Rong, and that almost crazy night. The moon was so round that night too. Rong, what are you doing now? Are you writhing and moaning under your boyfriend? And then I thought of Tongtong. Would we have a future? Soft footsteps approached from afar. Tongtong arrived, wearing a snow-white cotton blouse with the English word "Angel" printed on the front, its hem bobbing up and down. Her light blue floral long skirt fluttered gently in the evening breeze. In the silvery moonlight, Tongtong looked like a fairy descended to earth, smiling as she looked down at me lying on the haystack. Chatting with Tongtong was always relaxing and enjoyable. I told her about my happy university life and funny anecdotes, and Tongtong would sometimes laugh out loud, and sometimes stare at me with wide eyes. When I got excited, I would occasionally mention Rong. "Hanhan, is that Rong your girlfriend?" Tongtong suddenly asked me. I paused for a moment, nodded, then shook my head, saying, "Sort of, sort of. We were over before we even started." "Oh, I noticed your eyes lit up when you mentioned Rong, so I guess you must like her?" "That's all in the past. There's nothing to say. She's married now." I looked up at the deep night sky filled with stars, unsure what to say. "Then, then Hanhan, do you like me?" After a moment of silence, I suddenly heard Tongtong timidly ask this question. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to see Tongtong's expectant eyes. "Yes, I've liked you since I was little." I gently put my arm around her shoulder, my tone firm and sincere. Tongtong hesitated, her face flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer. The moonlight made Tongtong's hair appear silvery and hazy, and the fresh, virginal scent emanating from her filled my nostrils. We were so close that I could see the fine silver beads of sweat on Tongtong's exquisitely sculpted nose, her bright red, moist lips exhaling a sweet fragrance, and her firm breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Following the open neckline of her short-sleeved shirt, I could see her fair breasts encased in a light blue bra, and my heart began to pound wildly. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to Tongtong's slightly parted lips. Tongtong struggled slightly for a moment, then her body went limp, her eyes tightly closed, and she wrapped her arms around my waist. Tongtong's kiss was awkward; I guessed it might be her first kiss. My tongue gently parted her pearly teeth and slipped into her small mouth. Tongtong's tongue, carrying a hint of mint, finally intertwined with mine, albeit awkwardly. As we greedily sucked each other's saliva, my hand slipped under her cotton shirt. Tongtong mumbled, "Oh, no!" But under my insistence, she gave up. When I impatiently pressed my hand against the breasts I had longed for, my touch was as warm and soft as I had imagined. I gently caressed them, feeling through my palm that the hemispherical shape was quite impressive, too large to be grasped with one hand. Pushing her bra up, I quickly felt the soft, elastic, and delicate breasts, the nipples, the size of grains of rice, already hard and erect. Just as we were burning with lust, we heard the soft, teasing voices of a man and a woman in the distance. Tongtong and I separated as if electrocuted, lying prone on the haystack. By the moonlight, we saw a couple approaching and then sitting down on a haystack not far from us. The couple was facing away from us; although the moon was full, their faces were obscured by the darkness. The man was balding, seemingly older, while the woman was voluptuous and tall, with long, flowing hair, appearing quite young. They looked vaguely familiar, perhaps from our village. A thought flickered in my mind: were they having an affair? And a May-December romance at that? As I expected, under the moonlight, the couple began to make love right in front of us. Amidst their moans and groans, their clothes gradually disappeared, and soon their two pale bodies were intertwined and rolling on the haystack. Tongtong and I blushed deeply; Tongtong even closed her eyes in embarrassment after just one glance. But the seductive moans and gasps from nearby seemed like a potent aphrodisiac. My left hand unconsciously continued to tease her already erect nipples, while my right hand gently slid down her smooth leg, sneaking under her skirt. When my hand pressed against her sensitive spot through her panties, she let out a soft gasp, her legs clamping my hand tightly around her. Her tightly closed eyes opened, looking at me with pleading eyes. My heart softened, and I pulled my hand away, but Tongtong seized the opportunity to break free from my embrace, blushing and whispering "You bad boy" in my ear. Then, holding her skirt, she tiptoed away as if fleeing, leaving me alone, my face flushed. In Chapter Two, the battle opposite Tang Wenya was entering a frenzied phase. Originally in a man-on-top position, at the man's request, the woman knelt on the haystack, her snow-white, rounded buttocks raised high like a crescent moon. The man squatted behind her, his hands on her waist, his slightly bloated body thrusting wildly from behind. The sounds of their bodies colliding and the woman's rapid, rhythmic moans filled the air. After dozens of rapid thrusts, the man suddenly let out an "Oh," then pressed his body tightly against the woman's buttocks, his body trembling. A few seconds later, the man let out a deep breath, collapsing onto the woman's back, drenched in sweat. I knew the old man was done. After finishing, the man hurriedly put on his clothes, said something to the woman still panting on the haystack, and left. The haystacks in the threshing ground, which had just been teeming with passion and lewd whispers, were now eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustling sound from the grass. A woman, naked and pale, knelt on the haystack, seemingly still reeling from the intense intercourse. My innate curiosity compelled me to know who this woman was, why she looked so familiar from afar. As if possessed, I stealthily moved from behind the haystack where I was hiding towards her. Closer and closer, until her pale body was clearly visible, my breath caught in my throat. Her cloud-like hair was casually draped over her body, obscuring her face. Fine beads of sweat trickled down her shapely back, forming a small puddle at her waist. The woman's abdomen was padded with several pieces of clothing, making her full, round buttocks slightly upturned. Her snow-white, smooth buttocks gleamed dazzlingly in the moonlight. In the shadow between her buttocks, her light brown anus was delicately and tightly closed, her smooth, hairless labia slightly parted, and a few drops of white fluid slowly dripped down from the crevice, forming long, thin lines that finally dripped onto the haystack beneath her. Seeing such a captivating female body, the desire I hadn't released during my intimacy with Tongtong erupted like a volcanic eruption, my erection already pushing my pants high. My body and soul were as if possessed by a demon, uncontrollable. As if possessed, I trembled and gently placed my hand on the woman's buttocks, the initial touch a breathtakingly bouncy, smooth sensation. The woman seemed to be asleep; as a stranger caressed her buttocks, she only let out a soft "hmm."This reaction undoubtedly gave me immense courage. On this quiet summer night, with no one around and the bright moon hanging in the sky, I felt as if I were possessed by a demon. My hands caressed the woman's back and buttocks, then slowly moved to her waist, gently reaching up to touch her breasts. Her breasts were pressed against the haystack, and at that moment, she arched her body slightly, cooperating with my hands as I reached up to her breasts. The woman's breasts felt completely different from Tongtong's. Although they weren't large, easily held in one hand, their soft, cotton-like texture and the hard, bean-sized nipples gave me a feeling of finding a treasure, something I couldn't bear to part with. I bent down, approaching the woman's genitals, where a strong scent of female arousal pheromones emanated. I withdrew my hands from rubbing her breasts and gently parted her two crescent-shaped, snow-white, full buttocks. The dark red labia parted, revealing the tender, bright red buds inside. A moist, finger-sized opening appeared before my eyes. Seeing a woman's genitals so closely, especially from a stranger, transported me to a dreamlike world, where everything seemed so unnatural. Like a rutting dog encountering a rutting bitch, I frantically pulled down my pants, climbed behind the woman, and pressed my almost bursting penis against her wet opening, thrusting hard. With a soft moan from the woman, my penis was immediately enveloped by a warm, moist mound of flesh. The woman awoke, murmuring dreamily, "Didn't you say you had something to do and left? Why are you here again?... Oh, why is it so big?" The woman mistook me for the man from before, which suited me perfectly. I ignored her, kneading her smooth buttocks with both hands, watching my penis thrust in and out of her vagina. The tender flesh slid in and out with each thrust, bringing forth patches of white fluid that soaked my lower abdomen. As I thrust faster, the woman's body suddenly began to tremble slightly, her vaginal opening contracting and relaxing rhythmically. This unusual sensation, coupled with my pent-up desire and my already throbbing erection, combined with the warm liquid pouring into the head of my penis deep inside her, caused me to let out a soft "Oh!" and ejaculate powerfully. One thrust, two thrusts, a dozen or so, the almost suffocating pleasure made me feel as if my soul had flown out of my body. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. After the ecstasy subsided, I collapsed onto the woman, my face pressed against her sweaty back, gently rubbing against her. "Whoever you are, leave before you see my face, or before I see yours," the woman's ghostly voice drifted from beneath me, plunging me from the blissful heaven into the icy hell. As I pressed myself against her back, she realized that the man before her was not the same bloated man from before. I quickly scrambled to my feet, my still-erect penis hastily withdrawing from her vagina with a "pop" sound, followed by a large amount of white fluid that soaked the haystack beneath her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll leave right away." Only now did I realize what had happened to me. How could I have been so audacious as to rape a complete stranger in the wild? Before I could finish speaking, the woman abruptly turned around, sat up straight, stared at my face, and cried out, "Wenhan!"
As I hurriedly pulled on my pants, I heard a woman's shrill cry. I looked up and saw a face I knew intimately—the face I'd lived with since childhood. I froze, my penis, which I'd just pulled out of her body, dangling erect in front of her. I cried out in shock, as if struck by lightning, "Sister!"
The woman I'd been having an affair with in the threshing ground, the one I'd brought to orgasm from behind, was none other than my cousin, Yan Wenya. [Last edited by Very Q Electric Fish]
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