Dancing Night Wanderer (Part 1)

First day at work, all dressed up! It felt so awkward.
Shirt, suit, tie—like armor, my hands and feet felt like they weren't my own.
Oh well, I had to endure it to survive in the workforce.
I arrived at "Mengmeng's" office at 2 PM. The senior manager was very happy, pulling me along warmly and personally leading me to a large swimming pool with a thick glass enclosure. There were offices, changing rooms, showers, and so on.
She introduced us: "Ah Hu and Ah Wen are assistant managers, Ah Zhang and Hai Gou are coaches…this is the new manager, Ding Yun."
The four of them were only wearing swimming trunks, each with a well-defined physique. They had heard of me before, and seemed a little resistant, only shaking hands with forced smiles and calling me "Manager!" before falling silent.
My friend and colleague "Ah Lang" arrived just in time. After greeting the eldest sister, he said, "Ah Hu, Xiao Ding is our little brother. He's a retired member of the maritime rescue team. He works a hundred times harder than you frogmen. Now that he's joined this line of work, he's a manager in business, but he's still our little brother in private. Please look after him, the four of you. I, Ah Lang, will be very grateful."
Ah Hu then showed some sincerity, looking at my height, which was a head taller than theirs, and said, "No wonder you're in such great shape. No problem! You'll be fine with the eldest sister's help." "You've been trained, you're a veteran, and with your constant reminders, how could we brothers not welcome you?"
The eldest sister was finally relieved. She patted Ah Hu's shoulder and laughed, scolding, "You brat! You've learned to talk your way out of things. One day when we go up the mountain, I'll give you a second round of training and forge you into steel!"
Ah Hu stuck out his tongue: "Thanks, but I can't handle your tricks. Save them for training newbies! If I, an old hand, go back to the frying pan, I'm afraid I'll break..." The eldest
sister scolded, "Useless!" and swayed away.
As we started taking off our clothes, Ah Hu pointed to a locker and told me to put my bag in there too. Ah Lang said, "You're really a water-dweller, haven't you been afraid after all these years? Now I get water sickness at the sight of water, I'd rather die than do this job again. You guys have fun! Come find me in the basement if you don't need anything, I'll be there before ten."
There was a large dance hall in the basement, where Ah Lang was a dance instructor, a third-tier figure in "Mengmeng."
"Mengmeng" is a "club" run by the eldest sister, a unique and eccentric establishment in Taipei. It operates on a membership system, exclusively for women, and attracts working women from all walks of life.
The building itself is quite grand, located in an alley between Zhongshan North Road and Linsen North Road, with three underground floors and twelve above ground.
The second and third underground floors are parking, the first floor houses a bar and dance studio; the first floor, besides a hallway, has a hair salon and a weight loss center; the second floor contains the eldest sister's office, yoga and rhythmic dance studios; the third and fourth floors are KTVs; and the floors above the fifth are a hotel, belonging to a separate system and not part of the club.
The backyard is an illegal structure with a swimming pool, two billiard halls, and an oil massage room—truly a complete entertainment facility.
Another unique feature of "Mengmeng" is that all the staff, from the general manager to the henchmen, are handsome men, numbering over a hundred. There are only two women: the owner herself and her niece, who serves as the cashier and accountant.
Since leaving my elder sister's mansion and renting a place nearby, I haven't been in the water for three days, and I feel restless. After seeing Ah Lang off, I jumped into the pool. The water was warm, not only automatically filtered but also heated! It was so beautiful!
Ah Lang was right, I grew up in the water.
Born in a small fishing village in central Taiwan, my parents were fishermen, so I became a fisherman. As a child, I fished near the coast with my parents, enjoying diving and catching fish every day. Even when I started school, I would drop my schoolbag as soon as I got home and run to the sea.
My father passed away when I was in my second year of business school, and I took over his job to support the family for two years before my mother passed away. When I was in the military, I did maritime rescue work, spending eight hours a day training in the sea. I went on more than ten missions. Do you think I ever left the water for a single day? After
swimming 5,000 meters, it was almost four o'clock, and the guests started to arrive.
As the manager, of course, I had to greet them. I jumped ashore, shook the water off my hair, and wiped my face with my hands. I said, "Welcome, welcome! I'm the manager here. Would you two like to swim?"
Ah Lang had told me that members or temporary members who only come once have the right to swim for free, but if you want to learn or hire someone to accompany you, it costs 1,000 per hour for the instructor, 2,000 for the assistant manager, and 3,000 for the manager. According to the contract, this money is split 60/40 with the club. If you want to take someone out for entertainment elsewhere, the hourly rate doubles.
If you want to make money, of course you have to find a way to attract customers! What's more, one of them was tall and slender, looking like she was in her mid-twenties, and incredibly beautiful!
The other one was shorter, plumper, and older, probably around thirty. She was bold and had a deep voice. She stared at me and smiled, "I haven't seen you last week, are you new here?"
She grinned, revealing her teeth, and I knew she must be very charming. My older sister once taught me: "Being a manager is different from being a soldier. Smiling more is always a good idea! Your smile has white, straight teeth, plus your dark skin and big eyes; you're sure to charm a lot of girls. You should make good use of that."
Sure enough, both girls' eyes lit up. I said, "Yes, it's my first day at work."
The short, plump girl nudged the other one: "Boss, how about we go swimming? Could you ask Manager Ding to teach us?"
The tall, beautiful woman hesitated, when Ah Hu came up to solicit business: "Didn't bring a swimsuit? We have a full set of designer brands; we guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Yes, yes! I bought mine here. After you're done, you don't need to bring it back. Just number it and store it for next time. It's so convenient!"
The short, plump girl said, pulling out her membership card from her purse and showing it to Ah Hu. Ah Hu nodded and told Sea Dog to find number 358.
The beautiful woman looked at me again, then made up her mind: "Are you willing to teach me? I'm not very good at it!"
Ah Hu continued, "What's the problem? You're his first student. If he doesn't teach you well, how can he continue? Come on, come on, quickly pick out a swimsuit! Looking at your figure, you'd be absolutely stunning in a size 8 bikini!"
There were two large metal lockers in the office, both open. One side was for new clothes, and the other was for the girls' storage. He quickly found a package labeled "358."
The beautiful woman walked to the locker: "I want a black, old-fashioned one, not a bikini, too... too revealing!"
Ah Hu smiled and replied, "No problem! There's one all-black one left, it'll really stand out against your fair skin..." He
then pulled out a package from the bottom shelf, opened it, and sure enough, there was a swim cap, a black onesie, a large towel, and a small towel—everything was there.
The beautiful woman looked at the price list written in large letters on the inside of the locker: "Two thousand dollars per set." Without saying a word, she took out two thousand dollars and gave it to Ah Hu. He smiled and accepted it, then took the two girls to change.
I sat down and whispered to Ah-Wen, "So expensive? They'd be at most two hundred in the market!"
"It's a French brand, specially air-freighted to Taiwan, limited edition, so it's considered cheap. If you don't believe me, go check out Sincere Department Store; they're priced at four or five thousand."
I'd never been to Sincere, so I didn't know if it was true. Ah-Wen said, "Let's go! This girl is beautiful and young, I've never seen her before, maybe it's her first time here. Let's seize this opportunity, we can get both her and money, this is a good omen!"
At that moment, I felt my face burning, but what could I do? Having entered this line of work, how could I not leave? Sure enough,
two girls came out! The beauty had long, snow-white legs, like jade lotus roots, making one's heart flutter. Her upper body was covered by a large towel, so I couldn't see clearly. I could only see her delicate pink neck, and her long, beautiful hair tied under a fancy swimming cap, making her slender face even more unusual. At first glance, I thought she was Brigitte Lin!
Her cheeks were rosy, and she smiled slightly. Her large, clear eyes seemed to speak volumes. With just one glance, her meaning was clear to me: "What's the next step?"
She smiled and stepped forward, taking down the towel and hanging it on the wall. "Although the water is warm, it's best to warm up first, otherwise your legs and feet are prone to cramps."
Ah Hu was busy soliciting business, asking another woman, "Miss, what's your surname? Would you like me to teach you?"
The short, plump woman shook her head, "Thanks! I can swim, I'll ask you later!"
Just then, a few more people came in, and Ah Hu didn't insist, nodding and walking away to find others.
He taught the two women to do some simple warm-up exercises together, then got them in the water: "Miss, you've swum a few times, haven't you? What would you like to learn?"
The short, plump woman immediately started swimming the breaststroke, and the beautiful woman chuckled, "My surname isn't 'General Manager,' it's Xiao, and my name is Xiao Hanmei."
I argued, "She clearly called you 'General Manager' just now, ah! Ha! So that's an official title, you're probably her General Manager!"
Xiao Hanmei smiled slightly, revealing shallow, charming dimples that made one's heart flutter: "Small company, nothing special... I know a little breaststroke, but I can't swim very far, I feel exhausted after ten meters?"
"It's probably because you're too nervous! Relax, try swimming, like this!"
I demonstrated two moves. One was the head-up stroke, and the other was the diving stroke, encouraging her to swim to the other side, with me supporting her from the side.
She swam a lap earnestly, panting heavily. I pointed out her problem and had her practice her legs first: "Your arms, legs, and feet aren't coordinating, so it's tiring. Come on, grab my shoulders with both hands, lower your head, and practice breathing and kicking. Do it with me."
She hesitated for half a second before agreeing. I swam towards the deep end, and at first, she felt my grip was too tight and she was still tense. But halfway through, she gained confidence in me and relaxed.
After one lap, she had grasped the key points, and with the help of her arms, she could swim fifty meters smoothly in less than half an hour.
By then, more than a dozen people had already come down to the pool. I switched to teaching her diving and freestyle. She's really smart; she learns quickly, but she's too weak and not good at long-distance swimming.
I praised and encouraged her: "You're too tired. You must not exercise often, that's why your stamina is lacking. Practice more often each week, and in three months, I guarantee you'll be able to swim 500 meters in one go."
She sat down to rest by the pool, and I noticed her hands were already wrinkled: "That's enough for today. Swimming any more will make you dehydrated. Take a shower first, then go back and rest!"
She smiled sweetly, looking at her watch: "You're a good teacher, how about I treat you to dinner? Siqin said the Western food in the basement is very good!"
I was slightly taken aback, secretly pleased, but said frankly: "Have you heard the rules here? If you treat me to dinner, you still have to pay an hourly rate."
"Of course I know. I think you're very nice, and I want to chat more, so spending a little money is only right. Let's go! Go change your clothes now."
I called my companions to go together. I asked Awen what to do, and he said: "Go! It's three thousand an hour here, and it's the same in the basement. It's best to buy a timer to take you out. With your value, it's six thousand an hour, and five hours a night, that's thirty thousand. Why not take it?"
Really that much? I was a little skeptical! Who's so stupid as to spend 30,000 or 40,000 yuan on dinner and sex in one night, only to lose everything?
Ah Wen could understand this feeling; he'd been there, so he advised me, "Women these days are different from before! Who still cares about chastity and fidelity? You can buy fast-food love with a little money, taste it, and then discard it without a second thought. Before long, you'll understand that people's hearts aren't what they used to be!"
Of course I understand, aren't we men the same? Otherwise, who would do this?
I pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, rinsed them off, and put them on. My hair had grown long enough to reach my neckline like a woman's. I casually dried it with a towel and went back to the office to wait. About half an hour later, the two of us came out after drying our hair.
Two ladies came up to chat and wanted to learn to swim, but I politely declined, asked for their names, and said I'd do it another time, as I already had an appointment. The two ladies kept watching me in the pool until Xiao Hanmei and her friend came out and agreed to walk together, at which point I gave up.
I'd only visited the basement once before, when Ah Lang took me to see my older sister. Returning today, now a part of it all, I don't know whether to feel sad or happy.
The younger brother led us to a quiet corner and brought us the menu. Xiao Hanmei proactively ordered the most expensive three-person set meal and a bottle of XO, smiling at her companion, "Siqin, thank you so much! Today's trip has really whetted my appetite and lifted my spirits. You're right, sometimes relaxing is really good! Why don't you find someone to chat with?"
The corner seat was a large semi-circular sofa, with a low semi-circular table in front of it. Xiao Hanmei sat in the middle, I was on her left, and Siqin on her right. I said, "I have a friend here who works as a dance teacher, should we call him over?"
Siqin hesitated, but Hanmei said, "Great! Manager Ding's friend must be someone special, quickly find him to join us for dinner!"
She gestured for the younger brother to invite Ah Lang, and a moment later, Ah Lang appeared dashingly. He had slicked-back hair, was impeccably dressed, and was a head shorter than me—a perfect match for Miss Siqin.
I introduced the three of them. Ah Lang was amazed by Xiao Hanmei's beauty and slender figure, and also noticed her attraction to me. He used me as a topic of conversation: "What a coincidence! It's Miss Xiao's first time here, and our Xiao Ding is also on his first day at work. He's still very inexperienced. If there's anything lacking in service, please don't hesitate to point it out!" Xiao Hanmei
was very good at socializing. She thanked everyone politely while ordering food for him. When the wine arrived, she toasted everyone, creating a warm and friendly atmosphere, like old friends.
I truly admired her! She's only three or four years older than me, right? Not only is she already the general manager of a company, but she also speaks with such tact and sophistication that it's truly admirable.
By the time we finished our Western meal, she had already downed three glasses, and her cheeks were flushed. She glanced at me and suddenly asked, "Manager Ding, you've only been here one day, how come you're a manager already? Siqin said there were only assistant managers and coaches before."
I was slightly taken aback: "The boss probably just assigned them randomly! I don't really know either."
Ah Lang had already downed five small glasses and was very excited: "Nonsense! This club appoints people based on merit, how could they just assign them randomly? Why didn't they assign me, Ah Lang? Xiao Ding is not only handsome, but more importantly, he can withstand trials and tribulations. I guarantee you'll be famous, maybe even promoted to vice president in a month, you just wait and see!"

◆First Appearance After dinner

, Ah Lang used his expertise, first asking Siqin to dance, and I naturally invited Xiao Hanmei as well. She smiled and got up, following my steps, dancing a rumba that was graceful and charming, extremely moving!
Next was a slow waltz. The lights dimmed, and she took the initiative to move closer, and the two of us strolled in the pool. Her waist was very slender, and her breasts were soft and elastic, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against her chest and abdomen, making one's heart flutter and feel comfortable.
She wore mid-heeled shoes, her forehead barely reaching my lips. She would occasionally tilt her
head back, her breath carrying a faint, intoxicating fragrance of alcohol. I couldn't help but tighten my grip, and she moved even closer, placing her other hand on my shoulder, her forehead resting on mine, practically hanging on me!
My right hand went down and encircled her slender waist, almost irresistibly wanting to knead her firm, round buttocks. A surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen and then subsided, a certain part of me seemed about to undergo a significant change.
I felt a little embarrassed, secretly inhaling to suppress it, but my movements were still keenly felt. Her lower abdomen pressed even tighter, as if deliberately rubbing and teasing.
I pushed my hips back, pinching her buttocks as a warning. She tightened her arms, wrapping them around my neck, rubbing her forehead against my lips.
My erection swelled a little more, thankfully my jeans held it in place. But she still noticed, slightly startled, but then pressed closer, rubbing her lower abdomen against me.
I felt a little disgusted, remembering Ah Wen's words, which were so true: "Modern women are all chasing after fast-food love!"
As the song ended, she stood on tiptoe and kissed my chin. Perhaps I'm too tall? Otherwise, that kiss should have landed on my lips.
Not long after we sat down, the younger brother asked Ah Lang and me to switch tables. Not knowing the proper etiquette, I quietly asked Ah Lang, who said, "You don't belong here, you don't have to switch, but it's good to socialize a little, otherwise people will think you're being arrogant and won't treat you well next time."
He was right. Xiao Hanmei wasn't my girlfriend, and shouldn't be. Acting like a diva on the first day—how would I get along in the future?
I excused myself and went to dance with the two middle-aged women who had previously eyed me at the swimming pool. Each of them danced four dances, and they generously gave me two hours of free time, signing the bill on the spot. I thanked them with delight and went back. Xiao Hanmei sat alone, drinking alone, while Siqin was taken dancing by the "teacher" who had come from elsewhere.
I asked her why she wasn't going, and she put her arm around my shoulder, saying, "I only like being with you, I don't like anyone else, is that not okay?"
"I'm flattered, I can't accept that!"
She was a little drunk, and chuckled, "Nonsense, you don't care about others at all! Otherwise, why would you leave me behind?"
"I had no choice! I'm new here, I have to give my customers face!"
"Sigh! I have to go, can you take me home? You can drive, right? I've had too much to drink, I'm a little dizzy."
I suddenly felt a bit conflicted, should I take her or not? She waved to the waiter to pay the bill, ordering five more hours, and also paid for Ah Lang's entire bill with her gold card.
Si Qin returned, and then Ah Lang came back again. Xiao Hanmei whispered something in Si Qin's ear before saying to me, "Let's go! Manager Ding, is there anything else you need to tell me?"
She was so straightforward, how could I be stingy? I took her arm and waved to Ah Lang and the other man, a tacit understanding.
Xiao Hanmei was a little unsteady on her feet, so I held her tightly as we went out the door. She pulled a wooden sign from her purse and handed it to the valet parking attendant. In less than five minutes, a dark blue British Jaguar sedan was parked on the side of the road.
She let me sit in the driver's seat, gave me the address: "Royal Building, Lane 16, Section 5, Zhongshan North Road," and told me to drive.
Fine, I'll drive! I've driven everything from ten-wheeled trucks to jeeps in the military. I've even practiced driving regular cars at my older sister's house, but I've never taken the driving test. But today is my auspicious day, everything is good, hopefully the police won't suddenly appear!
Examining the interior, I found it was an automatic transmission, no problem at all, let's go!
I told her I wasn't familiar with the streets of Taipei and that she should be careful, but I still went too far and ended up going in a big circle before finally getting back. We entered Lane 16, and she directed me to drive into the building's parking garage. We took the elevator directly from the basement to the 12th floor. Only then did I remember: "Ms. Xiao, is there anyone else at your place? Is it convenient?"
Leaning against me, her cheeks flushed, she chuckled: "Don't worry! There are only two Filipino maids, it's perfectly safe!"
We opened the door to a large, quiet living room connected to the dining room, completely empty. The maids were probably asleep in their rooms. It was only a little past nine; they shouldn't be out this early.
She seemed to understand my thoughts, and as she took off her shoes, she said, "Filipinos love to sleep! They go to their rooms early, turn on the air conditioning, and either watch TV or sleep."
No wonder! It's so hot and humid in July; who wants to come out when they're enjoying an air-conditioned room?
She led me into the master bedroom, and the first thing she did was turn on the air conditioning.
The room was divided into two sections, an outer and an inner one. The outer section was the living room, furnished with a set of small leather sofas, elegantly decorated, and a painting of plum blossoms bathing in snow, by Zhang Daqian, hung on the wall. On the table was a large photograph of a handsome pilot in a flight suit standing in front of an F-104 fighter jet.
She kept complaining about the heat, tossed down her purse, went out to brew a pot of tea, placed it on a tray on the coffee table, and casually took the photograph. She closed the door and said, "Please have some tea first, I'll take a shower and come to keep you company right away."
Feeling a little rushed, I hurriedly asked, "Please, please, do you need any help? I know acupressure massage..."
Her big eyes rolled and she chuckled, "How novel! Do people massage in a bathtub?"
I scratched my head and couldn't help but laugh too! How could I be blamed? It was my first time on a "business trip," anyone would be nervous!
She turned on the bedroom light, pushed open a door beside the bed and went in. I poured myself a cup of tea to taste; it was top-quality oolong, definitely from Alishan, fragrant and sweet, with an endless flavor.
Looking around the room, it was all light green. The bed was a double bed with matching mandarin duck pillows. Was she married? Why wasn't there a wedding photo?
A moment later, she came out wearing a light green gauze robe, her hair clipped back with a silver clip. Her cheeks were slightly flushed with intoxication, a blush and joy lightly veiled her, she looked as light as a barefoot fairy. She walked to a single sofa, sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and asked me, "Would you like to take a shower?"
My heart pounded, and I felt an urge, but remembering my older sister's words, I had to respect the guest's wishes and not act rashly. Taking this opportunity to cool off would be good.
The bathroom was unexpectedly spacious, connected to a separate room for clothes. All the bathroom fixtures were imported, even the floor tiles were a uniform light green.
The bathtub was enormous, and there was a separate shower unit in the corner, separated by two frosted glass panels. I decided to take a cold shower.
As soon as I closed the glass door, she took a clean white towel bathrobe, pushed the door open, and hung it on the rack: "Wear this for now! It's brand new, no one has used it."
I thanked her, watched her leave, and then turned off the water. I wiped my feet with the hem of the bathrobe, put on my own panties, and then went out.
She lay on the bed pretending to sleep, only opening her eyes when she heard the door open, smiling slightly: "I'm so tired, I almost fell asleep. Didn't you say you could give me a massage? Please!"
"Sure! But please change into a cloth nightgown first, or take off all your clothes. I'm afraid this kind of gauze might tear. Also, do you have any lotion? Please bring it." "
I don't have any cotton, how about two towels?" Then she got up and went into the bathroom, coming out a while later wrapped in a large towel, revealing her slender, white legs again.
I guided her to lie flat on the bed, unwrap the towel around her, and cover herself with another one. I also took off my bathrobe, and in the process of opening and closing it, I discovered that she was completely naked, her delicate back and rounded buttocks were incredibly alluring.
She was lying face down, her eyes closed. When I uncovered her, she opened her eyes, probably wanting to protest, but I immediately covered them again, and she fell silent.
No kidding, I'd practiced kung fu for a full hundred days. Without some skill, how could I have passed my older sister's rigorous test and become manager? Today was my first time, and I couldn't ruin the reputation.
So I silently gathered my strength, rubbed my palms together to generate heat, and started pressing on the acupoints at the back of her head, then down her neck to her shoulders, and finally to both arms and hands. She couldn't help but murmur, "Your hands are so warm, so comfortable!"
I didn't reply, but returned to her back, pressing down on the acupoints on both sides of her spine, all the way to the soles and toes of her feet.
She made "humming, humming, ha, ha" sounds from her nose, sometimes inhaling cool air. I knew where she was in pain, so I pressed for a while longer, infusing the heat until the pain subsided. Then I asked her, "Do you want some lotion? But that means we'll have to take off the towel."
She thought for ten seconds, "Okay! You're the expert, I'll listen to you. Take it off if you think it's necessary!"
I removed the towel, poured the lotion into my palm, and started again from her back, this time targeting the skin, massaging her entire back. My palms were hot and warm everywhere, so there was no mistaking it for taking advantage.
After I finished, I said, "Let's move to the front! Turn over!"
I covered her with the towel before closing my eyes and turning her to face the sky. I didn't care if she was embarrassed or not, starting from the acupoints on the front half of her head, moving down her face to her chest and abdomen, pressing every acupoint down to her feet.
Then I lifted the towel from her chest and abdomen, leaving only her pubic bone, and applied the lotion. Her breasts were like inverted bowls, very elastic, with pink areolas and nipples the size of soybeans, not like a woman's.
As I pressed my palms against this area, her entire body trembled slightly, and her nipples, the size of soybeans, swelled and stood erect, appearing twice their normal size.
I felt a mixture of unease and amusement, but I couldn't show it outwardly. I reached my hand inside her, near her pubic bone, without removing the towel, all the way to her feet.
"Alright, Miss, feeling better now?"
She pulled the towel over her chest, opened her eyes, and seeing me drenched in sweat, exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry to see you covered in sweat. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to trouble myself."
"Do you think being a manager is easy?"
She sat up and used the towel covering her to wipe my face and sweat, sincerely saying, "Don't say that. I really like you and want to be your friend. You know it's my first time there too. I just wanted to broaden my horizons, not really looking for excitement."
She pulled me to sit on the bed and rubbed my back: "To tell you the truth! I've had a series of misfortunes in the past two years, and I'm in a terrible mood. Siqin has tried to persuade me so many times, but I couldn't muster the courage. Today, I don't know how, she persuaded me. As soon as I entered the swimming pool, I was attracted to... you." She
paused slightly and then became sad: "You don't know, you're somewhat like my deceased fiancé. He was a pilot, and we've known each other since childhood. A week before our wedding, he suddenly died in an accident. The plane crashed into the sea, and not even a single bone was found! I almost committed suicide. If I weren't an only child with my parents still alive, I really wouldn't want to live. A year ago, just as I was starting to recover, my parents suddenly had a car accident and passed away together, leaving me all alone. Can you imagine how heartbroken I was?"
Finally, she couldn't hold back her sobs and leaned against my back.
I suddenly realized, "So everyone in this world experiences misfortune! Having money doesn't mean you can control happiness or destiny."
I hugged her naked body, patting her back to let her cry it out.
Sometimes, a good cry can release pent-up pain, allowing you to start afresh and face life and society anew.
I gently massaged the back of her head and spine, using the gentle warmth to relax her nerves and slowly lull her to sleep.
This was another technique I'd learned from a book on sexual techniques over the past three months, besides "bedroom arts," and it worked!
I put her in bed and let her get a good night's sleep. The poor girl probably hadn't slept well for a long, long time.
People are always curious, so to clear up my doubts, I checked her hand—she was still a virgin. How could I bear to take advantage of her vulnerability and ruin her reputation?
I found a piece of paper, wrote a few words, encouraging her to bravely face life, and explained my own situation. We couldn't be friends; I hoped she wouldn't go to such places again, lest she ruin her life.
I got dressed, quietly opened the door, and went out. It was only eleven o'clock, and the streets were already packed with cars.
I kept looking back as I walked, trying to hail a taxi, when suddenly a red convertible sped by and stopped at the roadside. A tall, slender girl stood up, waved, and called out, "Hi! Big guy, what a coincidence! Need a ride?"
This girl's name was Xu Wushuang, a student at an arts school. I'd run into her one morning on Yangde Avenue when she was training at my older sister's house.
Her car had run out of gas and wouldn't start. I sensed something was wrong and, being a good Samaritan, ran two kilometers to buy her two liters of gas and then went with her to fill up. She readily gave me her phone number, saying she wanted to be friends. I was
n't worthy of that, so I made up an excuse, saying I'd call her when I had time, but before I even got home, I'd lost the note.
What's going on today? Almost two months later, she still recognized me at night?
"Oh! It's Miss Hsu, isn't it? What are you doing out in Tianmu in the middle of the night?"
"Can't I go to Veterans General Hospital to visit someone in the hospital? Hey, I'm asking you, why didn't you call? You're a liar, so awful!"
"That little note disappeared in a flash, I didn't remember the number. How could I call?"
"You heartless bastard! I'm not talking to you anymore, get in, I'll take you home."
"I don't live in Yangmingshan, where are you taking me?"
"You're not going to live on the moon! I filled up my gas tank today, even if you live in Kaohsiung, I can still take you."
"Okay, okay, you're something else. I'm really scared of you. I've never seen such a wild girl before..."
Once in the car, I said, "Linsen North Road. Where do you live? Is it on your way?"
She replied excitedly, "On my way! Of course it is! I live on Nanjing East Road. Isn't that a coincidence?"
The car slowly started moving. Looking at her from the side, even in the darkness, her features were still distinct: a broad forehead, a prominent nose, bright eyes, white teeth, and a slightly protruding chin—very distinctive. The smile on her lips made her even more captivating. Because of the darkness, her youthful innocence was hidden, making her seem like a true "modern woman"—bright, cheerful, earnest, and persistent. I couldn't help but think, "Being just friends with a girl like this wouldn't be bad!"
Calling her a girl was no exaggeration; although she was 173 cm tall, her chest was flat—like an airport runway, right? I couldn't help but laugh!
She glanced at me, seemingly sensing the meaning behind my laughter, and asked reproachfully, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing because we're so destined to meet! Your eyesight is really sharp!"
"Our family all has good eyesight," she said, a little proudly, "and you're so tall and special, I don't even need to look, I can sense it just by feeling."
It was quite a rare occurrence; it was the first time I'd heard someone criticize me like that. I asked, "What kind of feeling? Is it like that with everyone?" "
Not necessarily, mostly it's about people and things you care about. You suddenly realize their existence, or what's about to happen. Haven't you?"
"I don't know, maybe I haven't paid close attention!" I replied thoughtfully. Recalling my own memories, wasn't I also very sad the day before my parents passed away?
I shook my head, trying to shake off these unpleasant feelings.
The car quickly entered Linsen North Road. I directed her to stop at an alleyway. She looked at me, puffed out her cheeks, and asked, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"
"Thanks! It's too late, I'll treat you another day..."
"Really? No scalping allowed! Do you have a phone? This is mine, don't lose it again, okay!"
That "okay" had a commanding, threatening tone, like the kind used on children. I shook my head, finding her really strange and amusing, and handed her a newly printed business card with her title, address, and phone number.

◆New Home The

newly rented apartment was two alleys away from Mengmeng's. It was on the top floor of a seven-story building, with two apartments per floor. Ah Lang lived on the fifth floor and introduced me to the apartment.
The landlord was an old painter who had lost his wife. His only daughter was married in the United States. The old painter had no worries and wanted to travel around mainland China for a year, so he rented the apartment to me, providing me with a bedroom, a study, and all the furniture.
I paid a year's rent, moved in with just a handbag, and that was it—I had a home. I especially love the landlord's "illegal addition"—a hole drilled in the dining room roof, a spiral staircase leading up, a half-platform planted with flowers and trees, and a "tent" made of steel frame and glass, about five square meters inside. It's air-conditioned and has a large desk, originally intended as an art studio.
I loved this "tent" at first sight. With the blinds rolled up and things hanging diagonally, you can look up at the starry sky at night, using the heavens as your blanket—how poetic and tranquil!
The wooden desk is pushed under the air conditioner by the north window, and a waterbed is laid out on the floor tiles, creating another bedroom.
Sleeping on a waterbed has long been a dream; how beautiful and comfortable it would be to sleep peacefully on the waves!
Now my dream has come true! Not only do I sleep soundly on the water, but I also get up at five in the morning to practice kung fu on the waterbed!
I learned this kung fu at my older sister's house, where a "martial arts master," Master Wang, served as my instructor. He individually guided each trainee in practicing "Marrow Cleansing Kung Fu," involving full-body whipping to unblock the meridians and tendons, suspending the genitals and adjusting internal energy.
For a full hundred days, I went from being suspended at five pounds to two hundred pounds, cultivating an "internal energy" that allowed me to "use my mind to control my qi" and "let my qi flow freely," circulating it throughout my body.
You might not believe it if you haven't tried it, but it truly has effects. However, most people are busy with other things, and when they are young, they are confident in their physical strength and don't have the time to "dawdle." Older people want to practice it for health maintenance, but because they have consumed too much vital energy, they don't achieve any breakthroughs.
Master Wang praised me as a rough gem, saying that once polished, I would shine brightly. Sometimes he lamented that the knowledge was passed on to the wrong person and used in the wrong way. Objectively, I had been persuaded by my elder sister to serve the world's wronged women in this way, earning money ethically. As long as I didn't use coercion, it seemed acceptable in today's world.
Master Wang thought highly of me, and during the three months we spent together, he taught me many martial arts and miscellaneous skills, such as acupressure for healing injuries.
He earnestly warned me that skills could save lives and also heal others. In the midst of life's struggles, one should seize opportunities to do good, and not rely on strength to bully the weak or engage in fierce battles; this was of utmost importance.
I truly regarded him as my master, respectfully accepting his orders, and secretly vowed that if I had the ability, I would definitely find an opportunity to help him escape this contradictory life. My
elder sister was very unhappy about the move. She had signed a three-year contract with me and considered me her trusted confidant, so naturally she didn't want me to leave her side.
But I had my own plans; I didn't want to sell myself for life. I insisted on moving down the mountain and living my own life.
My time in Yangmingshan was actually the most comfortable three months of my life. I had a spacious villa, a private swimming pool, a gym, and a chef and Thai women to serve me. They massaged me every day and even taught me massage techniques. Everything was done for me; it was incredibly relaxing and enjoyable.
However, this kind of comfort, not earned through my own efforts, could eventually erode my ambition and make me a cash cow for my older sister. So, I had to leave.
On my first day in the new place, I set a schedule for myself:
wake up at 5 a.m., practice for an hour, read for an hour, and look for opportunities to study in the morning.
After all, I graduated from a commercial high school. Taiwan's import and export industry is so developed; every industry needs talent. With a broader perspective and richer knowledge, I could do any business.
Therefore, I bought some business books and decided to digest them one by one. I also discovered a treasure trove in the landlord's study—a thousand books in both Chinese and English—which sparked my interest in learning English.
The next day, I saw a small advertisement for an English tutor nearby. I mustered my courage and went to the swimming class, only to find it was run by an elderly foreign couple, nearly seventy years old, yet still tirelessly teaching. I paid the tuition, and classes were held Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings from 10 to 11 am, starting with conversation.
The day before going to Mengmeng, I had already had an hour of lessons and learned a lot. Today was my next day.
I arrived at Mengmeng at noon and swam 5,000 meters, which was also part of the lesson. Lunch was at 1:30 pm, and then customers started arriving.
They were all familiar faces from yesterday, specifically requesting me to teach them swimming. However, I noticed that several of them weren't paying attention; some were women in their thirties or forties, their eyes darting around at me with lustful glances. I was completely naked, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. After more than three months of skincare, my skin had changed from its original dark shine to a deep brown. Luckily, I was used to being naked, otherwise, my hair would have stood on end.
During the dinner break, Ah Hu told me a joke, "Brother, an old lady just secretly asked me about your prices. I said six thousand per hour, five hours a night. Guess what she said?"
Of course, I had no idea. He mimicked in a high-pitched voice, "Wow! So expensive, is it made of gold?"
Ah Wen almost choked on his food, and even I couldn't help but smile. Hai Gou asked, "What did you say to her?"
"I said, 'Can something made of gold even be used?' She called me a jerk and left."
Just as everyone was laughing, the valet driver brought over a letter, saying it was from the woman who had come last night. Ah Hu asked, "Where is she?" The driver shrugged, "Gone!" Ah Hu shouted, "A love letter! Open it and see, it's public!"
I shook my head, said "Sorry," and went to the restroom.
Sure enough, it was written by Xiao Hanmei, with beautiful, delicate handwriting, very pleasing to the eye:

Manager Ding:
Yunyun... Thank you for the massage and message, it healed my physical and mental wounds, and I feel refreshed
today , bravely facing the future.
You are a gentleman, but to abandon me in that situation, you are also heartless.
I really don't know whether to hate you or thank you!
There are many reasons why you don't want to be friends with me, which seems respectable. But
from another perspective, you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities and violated professional ethics. Don't you
feel guilty? (Laughs!)
Best wishes.
—Plum Blossom

I really laughed! It was a bitter laugh. I asked myself, "Will I feel guilty?" "No."
A woman in her thirties, dressed elegantly, passed by the office. She was probably on her way to the massage room in the back, wasn't she? She saw me, suddenly stopped, gave me a deep look, and turned away. A little while later, my subordinate informed me that a Ms. Narako wanted to talk in the basement.
I changed my clothes and went downstairs; it was indeed the woman from before. I nodded and introduced myself: "Ms. Narako, my name is Ding Yun, and I'm the swimming manager."
She generously extended her hand, inviting me to sit down, and smiled as she looked me over: "You're so handsome! I like brown skin; it represents health and vitality. Are you Filipino?"
"No, I'm Chinese. Maybe there's something wrong with my bloodline."
The waiter brought over some XO brandy, opened it, and poured two half-glasses. I handed one to Narako: "To you! Ms. Narako, such a Japanese name."
I took a sip, but she downed her glass: "I am Japanese, after all! But my mother is originally from China, and I sometimes use Chinese at home."
So she's mixed-race! I poured her a drink and asked about Taiwan.
She readily admitted: "I was sent by Mitsui to be the head of the chemistry department. I've been here for five years and will be going back soon."
The record player was playing a slow waltz, and Narako offered to pull me into the pool, which I readily accepted.
She was so short; her head almost touched her chin, making her look disproportionate. She leaned against my chest, as if listening to my heartbeat, her full breasts pressed against my lower abdomen, deliberately rubbing against my abs. I pressed slightly, and her six-pack abs were as hard as iron.
She reached out and touched them, then wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing even closer. I could only let my arms hang down around her back as we strolled in the pool, the scent of perfume wafting from her hair, not pleasant at all.
I resisted the temptation, not losing my composure, and after returning to my seat, she kept praising my physique, asking if I had practiced martial arts.
I admitted to having some, and she reached out and touched my lower abdomen again, which was now soft as usual. She looked at me admiringly and invited me to drink. I said, "I can't hold my liquor, I'll get drunk if I drink too much, please forgive me!"
She nodded and smiled charmingly, "I like that blissful intoxication, if you won't keep me company, I'll drink by myself, you don't mind, do you?"
I poured her a drink, and the waiter asked me to change tables, but I apologized and went elsewhere, while another assistant went to keep her company.
After lingering for two dances, they turned back, only to find Narako and the assistant manager had finished their bottle. She said somewhat irritatedly, "I'll pay for ten hours, can't you take me home? Watching you chat with other people makes me so angry!"
In just a short while, I recognized her! Ten hours isn't bad, 60,000 yuan!
I politely declined, "It won't cost that much, five hours will be enough."
She rolled her eyes at me, waved for her assistant to settle the bill, I signed my credit card, gave her a 1,000 yuan tip, and then pulled me away.
She also lived in Tianmu, in a brand-new building, a two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment decorated in a very Japanese style.
However, the bedroom was Western-style, with a large double bed and a sofa set, all featuring the same bright patterns. There was a 30-inch TV in the corner, which I could watch while lying in bed.
She personally brewed tea, and Narako politely invited me to bed to rest, saying she needed to take a shower first. I
felt a little pressured, which Narako could tell, and very considerately pulled me to bed, adjusted the lights, and said she would put on a videotape for me to watch, then asked if I had ever watched Japanese adult films.
I had watched a few during my training, but not any Japanese productions.
She smiled smugly, set up the VCR and TV, and then went to take a shower. I noticed the tape was crudely made, lacking any aesthetic appeal, though the plot was somewhat plausible—a sadomasochistic story with scenes of rope binding, whipping, and being scalded with candle wax—it was truly unbearable to watch.
Half an hour later, Narako came out wearing a kimono-style nightgown and sat beside me to watch, looking quite empathetic. A thought struck me, and I asked her, "Do you like being tortured?"
She blushed and snuggled closer, saying, "A little bit! There's pleasure in pain, don't you think?"
I thought to myself, "Damn it! What bad luck, I've run into this kind of girl on my first try. What am I going to do?"
Remembering my older sister's exam, I figured I didn't need anything else; a few hard thrusts would probably be enough for her.
I didn't hold back anymore, roughly pulling her over and stripping off her kimono. She was indeed completely naked underneath. I also stripped naked, grabbed her hair, and forced her down to her lower abdomen to give her oral sex.
She knelt down, gazing at the small, lychee-like thing, seemingly disappointed. I stretched it out and put it in her mouth. She gently licked it with her lips and tongue, and the little thing trembled and awoke, growing large instantly, almost shoving into her throat.
Narako cried out and pulled away, then excitedly cupped it in her hands, carefully licking it. The more she licked, the harder it became, standing erect like a saber at a 35-degree angle.
Narako was overjoyed, looking at me as I teased her with my cheeks and breasts. I felt bored, experiencing no pleasure or stimulation whatsoever. I pushed her down, straightened and spread her legs, and thrust into her from a kneeling position. She trembled and cried out in pain, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face.
Feeling a pang of pity, I still asked with a stern face, "Don't you like this?"
"Yes, yes, please forgive me, I like it, I like it, I just can't help but moan..."
Since you like it, why be polite? Let's finish this quickly! This kind of Japanese woman gets nauseous after a while.
I bent down and bit her swollen nipple, gently grinding it with my teeth, while my lower body began a fierce assault.
Narako screamed, "Ah! Ah!" She twisted and turned, unable to break free. In less than ten minutes, the painful pleasure had reached its peak. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, she tightly embraced me, let out a scream, and then fell silent.
Having learned from my older sister, I also stopped when she trembled and contracted, simply pressing firmly against her. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a cool, yin energy seemed to shoot out from within. I focused my mind on my dantian and inhaled deeply. That energy traveled straight up my urethra, instantly merging with my yang energy; then, guiding it with my mind, it flowed throughout my body, and the impulsive lust immediately vanished.
Narako was dazed for a moment, then regained her senses. She hugged me tightly, crying, "Oh God! It was so terrible, so lovely! The pain you gave me was so great, the pleasure so intense! I love you, I want to be your slave!"
I pulled away and gently patted her.
"Are you tired? Does it hurt? Get a good night's sleep, and everything will be fine! Please let me go back, okay?"
She seemed reluctant, but rubbing herself, she realized the area was still swollen and painful. After thinking for a moment, she said gently, "I really can't go on. Go back if you want! But you must remember, I'll ask you to come again, okay?"
"Of course! I'll be there whenever you need me, and I'll never let you down."
He covered her with the blanket and patted her back gently. Sure enough, she immediately fell asleep!
Once outside, she thought about how close Xiao Hanmei's house was. Should she go and see her?
Remembering the letter that said she hadn't fulfilled her responsibilities, she figured she could make up for it this time without charging money, right?
That delicate, fair body suddenly became even clearer, so alluring!

◆Hanmei

She walked in a daze, conflicted, until she was standing at the entrance of the building when she came to her senses.
She'd try her luck! Hopefully, she wasn't home. I pressed the intercom on the top floor, and a bright light shone on me. At the same time, Xiao Hanmei's voice came through: "Oh! It's you?"
"I'm here to pay off a debt. Aren't you welcome? Goodbye!"
"Hello, Yunyun, please come up, please come up. I was just surprised. I didn't say you weren't welcome! Please come up!"
Then the lights went out, and there was a "click" from the door.
I pushed the door open and went in. The building manager inside probably saw that I had spoken to someone, so he didn't ask any questions.
The hallway was clean and spacious, with the elevator in the center. As soon as I walked over, the elevator doors opened automatically, and Xiao Hanmei, wearing slippers and pajamas, stood inside. She pulled me in.
Then she pressed the top floor button, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, she eagerly hugged me and offered her lips.
I gave her a light kiss, teasingly asking with a smile, "What? Still drunk? Do you really want me to do your job?"
She nestled in my arms, gently punching my chest, her eyes lowered in a shy smile, and she whispered, "I have no objection, it's up to your conscience! If you feel you need compensation, I... am happy to oblige, and you can be as shameless as you want!"
I couldn't help but hug her tighter, scolding her, "You cunning..."
The elevator doors opened, and the front door was still open. She pulled me inside, heading straight for the bedroom. Perhaps because of the air conditioning? She
pushed me to sit down and went to make herself a pot of tea. She nestled down beside me as soon as I closed the door, her clear black and white eyes looking directly at me. She whispered, "I was so disappointed this morning. Seeing the message made me feel a little better, but I've been so distracted all day, thinking about this and that. It's really bad for me, you know?"
I patted her and said seriously, "I really don't deserve a good girl like you. What future is there in being friends? I signed a three-year contract. Who knows what will happen in three years? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to actually be together?"
"What will the world be like in three years? What will Taiwan be like? Who knows! I don't plan to marry anyone. I just want to live a good, fulfilling, and happy life. It's good enough to cherish today. Like my parents, they were fine when they went out this morning, and by noon we received news that they, along with their driver, had been in a multi-vehicle collision and all died."
"You think I'm a good girl. Does being a good girl mean you deserve to suffer? Like Siqin, isn't she quite happy? If she doesn't meet the right person, she can live independently. In her old age, she might go to a nursing home. And if she does get married, who cares about her past or not? Many independent women think and act this way now, so why can't they even make friends?"
I was speechless. In fact, many men are even more absurd; otherwise, with barbershops and hotels everywhere, who would they serve?
"I don't ask for much, and I won't interfere with your freedom or be picky about your profession. I just hope you can share some of my income, and I hope you take good care of yourself and don't catch any diseases. If you need money, I can support you unconditionally..."
"If we're going to be friends, we shouldn't talk about money. Talking about money is like now, you buy, I sell. I just think that a girl like you should have many good men pursuing you; you can choose one!"
"Once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant! My ex-fiancé was too good; few could compare. Most importantly, I didn't have the same feelings anymore. Do you understand? For the past two years, I've lived only in memories, a life both painful and unreal. Only you brought me a fresh, exciting feeling, making my numb heart beat again. Who else could I go to besides you?"
"I'm not worth it..."
"Whether it's worth it is a subjective feeling. Objectively, how could I not understand? But... sometimes people can't control themselves..."
She nestled against my arm, looking both pitiful and adorable. I borrowed her bathroom and decided to wash up first.
Xiao Hanmei gently ran the water and poured me tea, like a wife serving her husband, her eyebrows and lips full of smiles.
After a thorough wash to get rid of the Narako scent, I put on a bathrobe and went out. Seeing my wet hair, she quickly pulled me to the vanity and used a hairdryer. Looking at her happy and focused expression in the huge mirror, I was truly moved.
I turned to face her, reached out and hugged her waist, burying my face in her chest. She called softly, "Hey! Hey!" "How can I blow-dry like this?"
Her head tilted back slightly, her chin resting on her breasts. She twisted her waist, indicating she was feeling it, but not giving in. After I managed to dry her hair, she put down the hairdryer and combed my hair. I had already unbuttoned her robe.
Her bra was open in the front, and I quietly unhooked it, revealing a pair of jade-like breasts. "My goodness, so alluring!"
She put down the comb, looking down silently, neither advancing nor retreating, making no move. I pulled her closer, bent my knees slightly, and rubbed my lips against those two "red beans." Her breathing immediately quickened, and her hands on her shoulders immediately wrapped around my head, pressing it into my arms.
I opened my mouth and took it in, gently licking and sucking. It immediately swelled, becoming soft and unable to stand upright.
I pulled down her robe and bra, laid her flat on the bed, and once again probed her desire with my eyes. Her eyes were full of longing, and she tugged at my robe belt. How could I hesitate any longer? I had no choice but to take off my clothes and lie face down on top of her.
Knowing it was her first time, I decided to let her enjoy the wonderful excitement. I continued the game from before, eating the erect cherry like candy.
She gasped softly, pinned down by me, only able to shake her head, her hands grasping and releasing, finally unable to hold back her moan: "Yunyun, Yunyun, you're so naughty..."
I rolled over to the side, sharing the pillow with her, and she turned to kiss me.
Actually, she didn't know how to kiss; what was the fun and excitement in four lips pressed together? I needed to teach her; it seemed her fiancé was quite old-fashioned.
I opened my lips and took her in, my large tongue probing from the center, my teeth forced open, and I took it in, her small, fragrant tongue also probing out to greet it.
How could it be obedient? It wrapped around me, exploring, stirring up a pool of water, and with a forceful suck, swallowed it all.
Her small, fragrant tongue seemed unwilling to be harmed, also flickering and exploring; I took it in with my lips, clamping it down and sucking again, she almost suffocated and fainted.
I relaxed her to let her catch her breath, and my large hand, as nimble as a snake, probed beneath her panties, revealing her budding vulva.
Turning away to remove her last protection, she not only didn't object but even twisted her waist and lifted her hips to assist!
I sat up, turned back, and asked again, "Do you want it?"
Her large, clear eyes were watery, full of passion and desire, her face flushed with excitement, and she nodded resolutely. I warned, "It will hurt at first, just bear with it, it'll pass quickly."
She reached out and touched my face, and I knelt between her legs, examining her vulva. To be honest, I'd never seen a virgin's vulva before!
The pubic hair thinned further down, the two openings barely visible, with what looked like a small tongue protruding above, bright red in color—that must be her clitoris.
Clearly different from Narako's, her labia were everted and purplish-red, undoubtedly due to excessive dryness and congestion.
She initially wanted to cover herself, but then changed her mind and covered her own eyes instead. I knelt forward, using the rod to trace the outline of her tongue. The moment our bodies touched, we both felt an electric shock. She moaned, her body writhing. I used the rod to pry open the closed door, revealing pink walls inside. A faint, slightly fishy fragrance filled the air. At the top, a small hole trembled and released fluid.
I pressed the rod against her and bent down, sucking on her two nipples, my hips circling the opening.
Hanmei grabbed my hair, shaking her head and moaning. Unable to resist the temptation, she suddenly arched her back, her legs arching upwards. I pressed down, and she cried out, "Ah!" as I entered a third of the way. I straightened up,
cupped her face, and kissed her again, slowly pushing, inch by inch, as if pushing forward into a narrow valley. She shook her head, pulled back her tongue, and gasped for breath, clutching my back, murmuring, "Yunyun, Yunyun…it hurts, it hurts…" Tears welled in her large eyes.
The journey was long, finally reaching a soft yet firm mass of flesh. I touched it, and Hanmei suddenly trembled. I moved it again, and she responded with a soft "Mmm!" as if the two were connected.
Finding it amusing, I touched it, moved it, and rubbed it. Hanmei's head moved accordingly, seemingly experiencing intense stimulation. I stopped and asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"
She gently shook her head and whispered, "It's alright, I can bear it."
I touched her a little and asked with a smile, "What about this? What does it feel like?"
"A throbbing, tingling sensation, like ants crawling all over my body, oh..."
While she was speaking, I pushed in another inch, reaching the very tip of her vagina, and our pubic bones finally touched.
"Does it hurt again?"
She shook her head and bit my lower lip, sucking hard. I moved slightly, and she released her mouth, groaning again. I suddenly withdrew quickly, then slowly pushed in again. The paths on both sides were cleared and very slippery, but there were still some "obstacles" that made my heart itch and want to go crazy.
For a moment, she almost held her breath, waiting, waiting for the moment of collision? Sure enough, when the dragon head touched the soft flesh, she would shake her head and groan, her muscles trembling and contracting. It worked
every time, truly effective. I started with slow and rapid movements, operating normally, and Hanmei gradually adapted, but the stimulation still felt like it was killing her. Her beautiful face changed constantly, she shook her head, twisted her waist, and gritted her teeth. Every time she reached the end, she would inevitably cry out "Ah!" as if she was still in pain.
I tried to avoid using this move, only using gentle stimulation, scraping, and rubbing, traversing the newly opened mysterious valley.
Her love burned fiercely, and noticing that I hadn't exhausted myself, she kissed me and whispered, "Yunyun, you don't have to worry, it's okay to feel a little pain."
I asked her to straighten her legs and flatten them into a V-shape to increase the length of penetration. When I reached her again, she said, "I don't feel any pain anymore..."
I thrust in and out twice, swift as lightning. She gasped and shook her head, her whole body trembling incessantly.
I asked her if she wanted more, and she nodded through gritted teeth, saying, "Yes!" I propped myself up and began a vigorous
, all-out assault. She groaned and writhed loudly, enduring only about twenty thrusts before clinging tightly to me, convulsing and weeping. I paused, then, following the proper method, absorbed the copious amount of yin energy she had expelled, channeling it into her body with my mind. Her spirit was invigorated; it truly was beneficial.
Calming down, she found me still as sharp as a sword, and kissed me tenderly, saying, "I'm so happy, Yunyun, I want you satisfied too. Let's start again, okay?"
I smiled and kissed her back, "I'm afraid it won't be easy! But if you have the energy, why not try again!"
So we resumed our thrusting. She began to groan, "It's painful," but in less than ten minutes, she reached another climax and began trembling and weeping again.
I had no choice but to stop, inhale deeply, and wait for this wave to pass. She gradually recovered, utterly exhausted. She murmured an apology and begged me to let her take a nap.
She was pulled away and rolled to one side. Peach blossoms fell one by one, and blood stained the sheets. She was trembling and could not move. She murmured "Yunyun..." before falling into a deep sleep.
I quietly got out of bed, washed myself, found a dry towel to cover her, then covered her with a thin blanket. Looking at my watch, it was already midnight. I quietly slipped away and returned to my lodgings. I
didn't see Xu Wushuang again on the way; she couldn't possibly be running around on the streets all the time.
I went up to the rooftop, sat cross-legged on the waterbed, and practiced breathing exercises. My internal energy was so strong; could the saying "absorbing yin to replenish yang" be true?

◆ Falling in Love

I didn't get to the office until midnight, and the phone on my desk rang! I had a feeling it was Xiao Hanmei.
Sure enough, she complained sweetly, "Why did you disappear again? I was so disappointed not to see you this morning!"
"I'm not used to sleeping with people, especially those who are all looks and no substance. You're sound asleep while I'm suffering from insomnia next to you, how could I bear it!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, what could I do?"
"I'm not blaming you, I'm just stating a fact, I hope you won't blame me either."
"How could I blame you! I just hoped you could stay a little longer."
"Next time! Next time I'll definitely stay with you until dawn."
"When is next time, tonight?"
"You need to rest well, at least three days, otherwise you'll collapse again, wouldn't that be terrible!"
"Okay! Three days it is, how about Friday? Or I can come pick you up..."
"No! If you consider me a friend, don't come over again, otherwise..."
"Okay, okay! I'll wait for you on Friday, if anything comes up, you can just call, okay?"
I agreed! Could I not agree? Although she was a few years older, she was still a young, unmarried woman. What else could she do but be so humble?
The phone rang again as soon as I hung up. I thought calmly, "Xu Wushuang!" It was indeed her.
She wasn't as gentle as Hanmei; her tone was sharp. The moment she heard me, she yelled, "Where did you go yesterday? It's past midnight, and I can't find you anywhere!"
"What do you want?"
"I...I went to swimming lessons, I need to see you, I..."
"Please! Miss, do you know if this is a place for young girls?"
"Why not? Isn't that a women's club?"
"Women refer to adults. This place is full of middle-aged women. You'd be laughed at if you came in!"
"Then let's arrange a place to meet. You treat me to a movie, and I'll treat you to Western food. Is that okay?"
"Whether it's okay or not isn't up to me. Ask yourself first: do your family allow you to have a boyfriend publicly? If not, who's going to be unlucky if they find out?"
"Then let's go to the suburbs, find a secluded place..."
"What?! Are you going to kiss me?"
"Pah, you wish!"
"Okay, goodbye!"
"Hey! Don't hang up on me..."
"Anything else you need?"
"I...I really want to see you! I think...I think, how about this, let's go see an early morning movie on Sunday? Yes, I'll book the tickets first, you can pick them up at the window at 10 o'clock, and we'll meet inside. Wow! How mysterious, how exciting!" It
's practically a detective game! Okay! I'll agree and see what she does. She excitedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll go buy tickets for 'The Sixth Sense, Love and Death,' I heard it's really good! First row upstairs, number two and four. Go get number two! You can sit in the very center, isn't that great!"
"Thanks! Can I say goodbye now?"
"Okay! But I'll call you after I buy the tickets, goodbye!"
For the next two days, neither of them spoke on the phone. I was incredibly busy, and occasionally I would compare my work to theirs, but I wasn't sad, because from 2 pm onwards, I was either teaching swimming or going to the basement to work on a stage, and I would definitely be out around 10 pm, going to a hotel or a single woman's place upstairs, not returning until almost midnight.
The price for appearances kept rising. The underling's influence was significant; he secretly leaked information that wealthy female clients, concerned about their image and afraid of not being able to book them, would automatically raise their prices. By Friday, it had reached seventeen hours.
It wasn't without choice, though. If he found a woman truly unpleasant, old and ugly, he would politely say, "Sorry! I already have an appointment."
On Friday noon, both women called one after the other.
Hanmei expressed her longing and said she was waiting at home; while Xu Wushuang reported that he had bought tickets for Sunday morning at 10:00 AM at the "Great World," asking for seat number two in the last row.
Deliberately finding fault: "Didn't you say the first row?"
She was still quite self-righteous on the other end:
"Didn't you want to kiss? The first row is too conspicuous, and you and I are both tall, we'd get booed to death! The last row is supposedly the kissing zone, nobody can see us, how great!" "
Aren't you ashamed?!"
"You said it, do it or not is up to you, I'm just helping out, what's wrong with that? Don't bite the hand that feeds you, okay?"
This little girl is really good at arguing, even going around in circles with insults! There's just no way to deal with her.
"Okay! I surrender, see you at ten on Sunday."
Around seven o'clock, not many customers had arrived yet, and a younger brother came to deliver a message: "Manager Ding, that Miss Narako called and invited you to her house, saying she wants to treat you to dinner, she bought seventeen hours. The counter said not to worry about the money, someone will collect it."
A little worried, what if someone tries to renege on the payment? The younger brother chuckled, "Every phone call was recorded, in case she didn't pay! Don't worry!"
This is not only good evidence, but also a good handle! What if the police get their hands on it... But it doesn't matter, he just said he treated me to dinner and bought me a timepiece, denying everything. Who can prove his guilt?
I arrived at Narako's house before eight o'clock. As soon as we met, we kissed and hugged, being incredibly affectionate. At the same time, he said, "Darling, you've really messed me up! I was bleeding non-stop, and my stomach hurt until today! Do you know how much I miss you, how much I hate you, how much I love you?"
"I'm so sorry, I was too rude. You should find someone more refined..."
"No, no, I'm not afraid. I'd rather be messed up by you. I don't need anyone else, I only need you."
He knelt down to take off my shoes and led me to a restaurant to eat Japanese takeout. I just wanted to get it over with quickly and leave as soon as possible. Besides, I didn't like the strange taste of Japanese food, so I only ate a few slices of raw fish and drank two cups of sake, indicating that I was already full.
Narako, like a devoted wife, brought me a hot towel to wipe my hands and face, and then brewed some tea. I carried her into the bedroom, stripped her naked, and pinned her to the bed, giving her a thorough beating with a "fire-starting-from-a-mountain" technique.
She cried out and begged in pain, groaning and writhing, while I pinched her buttocks, letting her taste the pain. She endured for about ten minutes before trembling and convulsing to reach orgasm. I inhaled her yin energy, carried her to bed, patted and comforted her until she fell asleep, and then quickly washed her before leaving.
Hanmei hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Her joy was evident in her voice. As soon as we reached the elevator, she was already waiting inside, just like last time, throwing herself into my arms for a passionate kiss, even more fervent than before.
The Filipino maid was still nowhere to be seen. Entering the bedroom, Hanmei clung to me like a long-lost wife. I reached in and touched her nest, laughing, and asked, "Is everything alright?"
"It was completely alright yesterday! Oh! Of course it hurts when you pinch me!"
He nudged her to her feet: "Go, run the bathwater."
"Yes, young master!" she replied playfully, as lively as an eighteen-year-old girl, and dashed off to the bathroom.
Sipping tea and waiting for her to invite me, I pulled her inside: "Let's take a bath together!"
She giggled sweetly, not refusing, but simply clipping her long, beautiful hair back.
After testing the water temperature, she acted like a little wife, unbuttoning my clothes, and I casually stripped her naked in return!
The tub was large enough for two people to lie in. She knelt in the water, using a sponge to wash me. With my hands useless, I rubbed and played with my nipples.
She giggled, pleading and coaxing me: "Be good, you can play after you're done washing! Come on, sit up, sit on top."
She wanted me to sit on the edge of the tub so she could lather me with soap. I did as she asked. She used a sponge to wash my penis, and suddenly it grew bigger. She was startled: "My God, it's so big and strong! No wonder I can't handle it!" She
lathered her hands with soap, comparing them, her heart already fluttering. She washed it again and again, reluctant to let go. I took a breath and withdrew my hand. She exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and asked in a flustered and confused tone, "What's wrong? What's wrong? We haven't rinsed yet!"
Seeing that her nervousness was genuine, I comforted her and pulled her down to lie down: "Rest for a while, call out when you rinse!"
She lay quietly for less than a minute before reaching out to touch it again. I had no choice but to get up: "Let's rinse!" Sure enough, my penis came out.
She excitedly used the showerhead hose to rinse me, then rinsed herself, before drying each other with a towel.
At this point, there was no need for a bathrobe or nightgown. She held my penis in one hand and led me to bed.
When asked why she was so surprised and liked it, she blushed and glanced at him, saying, "I really didn't expect it to be so amazing!"
"Never seen porn?"
"Siqin played it once, it was an American film, and I thought it was so scary and disgusting! The men in porn, I think, are all one in a million! But, but none of them are as big and small as this, this amazing thing! ...I bet you must have practiced martial arts, right?"
"Do you want to chat? Or make love?"
"Both! But let's chat first! So we won't be too tired to talk later."
"Then lie down obediently, don't touch me."
"Yes, young master!"
She pulled up the thin blanket to cover herself, lay on her side, and looked like she was listening attentively. But a pink leg had already quietly stretched out, exploring the location of his little brother.
He pulled it back and asked her if she had any questions. She patiently inquired about my family background and education. I explained my life in the fishing village, my school experiences, my time in the military, and the training and contract signing. We talked for two hours before she concluded, "Your past was also full of hardship and suffering, unimaginable to most. No wonder you're so strong; I'm really worried!" "
Worried about what?"
"Worried that you'll find me too weak to satisfy you, worried that you'll improve yourself in the future and I won't be able to..."
"Didn't we say we should focus on today? We can worry about the future later. But you've been so good to me; no matter what, I won't abandon you as a friend. As for my abilities, I'm not sure how well I'll learn. You're a university graduate with rich experience and a solid foundation; how can you say you're not capable enough?"
"In my studies and career, I've always had smooth sailing, without any major difficulties or setbacks until today. But who can guarantee tomorrow?"
"Since we can't guarantee anything, we shouldn't overthink it. Just focus on today, focus on the present, and do your best with everything you can control, right?"
"Yes! I agree, little brother, wake up quickly! I love you so much!"
She threw off the covers and sat up, seemingly recalling something from an adult film. She moved down and began to suckle with her cherry lips.
Sure enough, the little brother woke up, hopping and standing up, transforming into a majestic flagpole in the blink of an eye. She called out joyfully, stimulating it with her fragrant tongue and lips, while she herself seemed to be experiencing immense pleasure.
I felt a sense of proud satisfaction. Such a beautiful woman, kneeling before you like this, who wouldn't be proud?
I gestured for her to sit on top of me. She did so with curiosity and excitement. When the flagpole entered, she frowned and gasped, sitting down fully with a "Ah!" before collapsing limply. I asked in surprise, "Does it still hurt?"
She smiled, then looked at me with pleading eyes, "No, my whole body is numb, I can't move!"
I laughed and scolded, "You're so useless!" Remembering there was a wooden cabinet in the bathroom where towels were piled up, I sat up, straightened my back, wrapped my legs around my waist, jumped down, and supported my round buttocks with both hands, walking towards the bathroom.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, letting me do as I pleased, and as I moved, she was already secretly rubbing against me, and she had begun to pant softly. When I laid her flat on the cabinet, I held her feet with both hands and spun her around, and she trembled all over, moaning, "Yunyun, Yunyun, good Yunyun..."
Before long, she had fallen unconscious. I was startled, quickly stopped, carried her back to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and waited for her to wake up. After a long while, she let out a long sigh and opened her eyes: "I must have died, right? You're so good at playing tricks on me. I'm so happy, like I'm floating on clouds, in heaven!"
I hugged her and joked, "If I can fall asleep while I'm on top of you like this, I won't go back?"
She wrapped her arms and legs around me and said happily, "It's a deal, you can't sneak away."
"Can you handle it? Aren't you afraid of being crushed to death?"
"No! I feel very safe, so romantic, so perfect! You're not heavy at all."
"You're full of energy again, want to do it again?"
"Yes, but when I climax, you can't disturb me anymore, and you can't run away. We'll just sleep like this until dawn, okay?"
"Let's try! I wonder if I can fall asleep?"
I laid her legs flat and used a rapid and forceful approach. She held on for fifteen minutes before finally surrendering, falling into a state of near death. Afraid she wouldn't wake up, a thought struck me. I gathered my inner energy and poured it down my throat, directing it to my Tanzhong acupoint. Sensing her breathing strengthen, I poured another mouthful. A short while later, she blinked and woke up, letting out a long sigh: "So comfortable! Yunyun, can you sleep?"
I pulled a pillow to my right and lay down on it: "Let's try!"
She pulled her legs up, wrapped them around me, closed her eyes, and soon her breathing became heavy; she had indeed fallen asleep. How could I possibly fall asleep? A thought struck me again: I decided to calm my mind and practice the Nirvana Method. I
had read about it in a book; simply put, it involves maintaining a relaxed state, putting everything aside, having no self, no other, no thoughts, only a state of emptiness and clarity.
It was difficult at first, but gradually my mind calmed, and in a state between sleep and wakefulness, I didn't wake up until five in the morning.
My movement startled Hanmei awake. She opened her eyes and smiled, "Good morning!" Only then did I withdraw my soft, slender member, forcefully retracting it back to its original shape.
I asked Hanmei if she was tired. She stretched and said coquettishly, "Not at all, how strange! Last time I woke up, my whole body felt like it was falling apart, and I couldn't find you, I was so upset I cried!"
"Oh, my poor little darling! If you don't feel heavy, try sleeping like this next time, it might be good for both of us."
"Really! You're not lying to me? I love you so much, I love you so much!"
She was as happy as if she'd found a treasure, showering me with kisses. I told her to sleep a little longer, but she refused, insisting on getting up to prepare breakfast.
"Aren't there two Filipino maids?"
"Because of you, they got a long holiday, they went to a friend's house!"
She had initially worried about bumping into someone and feeling embarrassed, but her thoughtfulness had proven unfounded.
"Sleep for another hour. It's only a little past five. I'll wake you at six-thirty. I'll practice my kung fu in the living room; it'll take an hour."
She finally gave up and went back to bed. "Young Master, there's a new toothbrush, towel, and razor in the bathroom. Wash your face first!"
She agreed and went inside to get dressed and wash up, then went out the door.
The living room was clean and elegant, spacious enough for practicing kung fu. It had clearly been rearranged; the photos that used to adorn the tables were all gone.
Standing facing east, absorbing the auspicious purple energy from the east and the spiritual energy of the plants and trees from Yangmingshan, she stood there for an hour without realizing it.
Without her being called, Hanmei came out promptly at six-thirty to prepare breakfast. Soon, she brought out two servings of ham, fried eggs, toast, and hot milk.
I sat at the long mahogany dining table, enjoying my meal. "I never imagined such a delicate young lady could make breakfast! It's truly remarkable!"
She raised her eyebrows proudly, her large, bright eyes sparkling with delight. "Breakfast is nothing! I can cook anything, I just haven't had the chance to show it off! One day I'll show you my skills, and I guarantee you'll be eating your fill."
I laughed heartily, "Okay."
"Someone was already on their knees last night! Comfortable, wasn't it!"
She gave me a flirtatious look and said, "Someone was completely submissive last night too! Not bad, right?"
I laughed heartily, praising her quick wit and thinking she was a rare find!
After dinner, she showed me around the entire house, which was over 200 square meters. Besides the master bedroom, there was another identical one, which she said was where her parents lived. There was also a large study, four guest rooms, and servants' quarters. Outside the kitchen, a large balcony had a ladder leading to a platform with lush flowers and trees, a rockery, and a pond—it was practically a rooftop garden.
It was such a waste for one person to occupy a 200-square-meter house and garden, along with two foreign workers.
She seemed to understand and explained, "This building was jointly built by my family's land and the developer. We split it in half. The bottom two floors haven't been sold yet, and they're being rented out as four units. If you don't mind, you're welcome to move in with us. You can use the other master bedroom; you don't have to spend every day with me."
"I'll think about it. Your place is indeed nice, but a man moving in might not be good for your reputation! Especially for someone like me." "
Now I've really thought it through. As long as I'm happy and don't do anything wrong, who cares what others think or say!"
Her tone shifted, and she added, "So I'm not worried about others, only about you. My body is so weak; if I can't satisfy you, you'll definitely get tired of me eventually. I need to think of a way." "
What way? Hire a ghostwriter?" I joked.
"This should also be considered; it's one of the effective methods, but finding the right person is difficult..."
"Don't talk nonsense! Go to work."
She took me home first, then went to work alone, her reluctance to leave making me feel both sorry for her and alarmed. It's only been twice, and it's already gotten this bad; what will happen if it continues?
I silently reminded myself not to visit too often or get too close, and wait...
I focused on studying English. My class started at ten, and the old professor praised me, saying I was progressing very quickly.
I thought to myself, "I have to be fast! I don't have time to dawdle; I need to use it!"
America is the strongest country now; American English is the most sought-after language. If I want to make my way in the world, how can I succeed without mastering it?

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