bad boy

As a person with nothing better to do, I served tea and water in the teahouse. The job didn't pay much; I just wanted to kill time.

The teahouse was always crowded. Some elderly people lived nearby and came specifically to enjoy the tea; there were also
thugs playing cards and shouting in the lobby; and young couples often rented private rooms to flirt.

Since it was summer vacation and the temperature was gradually rising, the teahouse became a good place to cool off. The air conditioning inside
was refreshing, and sometimes I would stand under the central air conditioning unit, stealing a moment of respite. Sometimes I'd crave a cigarette, but since staff
weren't allowed to smoke in the designated smoking area, I'd often stand by the window, secretly smoking while watching the street. The girls were all
wearing low-cut short-sleeved shirts, and I could clearly see the depth of their cleavage. Their skirts
were getting shorter and shorter, almost like miniskirts.

Every time this happened, I'd drift off, not because I was tempted, but because I felt a void in my heart. Whenever I
drifted off, the tour leader would conveniently appear. I'd frantically stub out my cigarette on the windowsill; the wall was covered in soot.
I'd say it was a guest's doing. I could get away with it once or twice, but sometimes I'd slip up. A few days ago, I
burned a hole in the curtains. At that moment, I felt the emptiness in my heart grow even greater, like ants gnawing at my soul, like it was completely gone
. Afterwards, I was fined, and my life plunged into financial crisis. A financial
hole appeared on my bill, bigger than the curtain hole. I realized then that the emptiness was an illusion; I was just short of money.

This spendthrift, shameless as ever, would constantly ask my parents for money, claiming it was for school fees, but it all went to
chasing girls .

Since my parents' divorce, I've become even less trusting of love, treating women like playthings. I had sex like crazy,
seeking out all sorts of casual acquaintances, wanting to sleep with any woman I saw, almost becoming a rapist. Until one day I
started urinating blood, and my casual sex partners started avoiding me for safety. I abstained from sex for a while. Now
I'm in the process of returning to normal.

I hadn't received my salary, and to pay off my debts, I worked an extra month, gradually developing a voyeuristic habit. Customers would
often see a waiter lewdly standing outside a private room, his buttocks sticking out,
peeking through a pre-drilled crack at the passionate scenes inside. However, I usually only saw the men's backs; they blocked the women's
graceful bodies, while the women only showed their long, white legs. I could only stare helplessly. Sometimes, I'd happen to witness
a man taking off a woman's sandals, and then his groping hands would roam from her ankles, calves, and thighs to her crotch.
The man would squat on the floor, while the woman sat on a sofa or a round table, making her even more alluring. Because of the heat, no
one wore black stockings. Most wore skirts, long or short, colorful and patterned, which were easy to lift up and get started—very
convenient, and very easy for things to escalate.

Sometimes, when things got really exciting inside, I'd knock on the door at the most inopportune moments. The woman would clench her legs in fright, and the man
would yell in a rough voice, "What is it?" "Would you like some more tea?" I'd shake the
teapot , mimicking the sounds of wetness.

"No, thank you!" The man's voice was clearly unsatisfied.

Sometimes, when nothing was happening, I'd entertain myself, shaking the teapot and making rhythmic sounds.

Most of the time, the corridor was empty, so it was safe and quiet. The private rooms were
very ; the hole I'd made might let in a little noise, but it wouldn't break the silence, probably
due to the cotton carpet and heavy curtains. The manager had wanted to fire me for a long time because of my unprofessional behavior, but I was the kind of
person who wouldn't leave no matter what. Luckily, a few girls pleaded for me, otherwise I would
definitely have gotten a beating. Although I'm rather shameless and have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, both gentlemen and hypocrites dislike me, so offending people is
inevitable . But if I get fired, this place will be even quieter. It's not some Buddhist temple or
nunnery , why does it need to be so quiet?

Because I often flirt with the female shop assistants, they say I'm shameless, and soon I was on their
blacklist —the type they absolutely wouldn't date. The girls gave me a nickname: "Rogue."

Yesterday, I was pretending to be deep and serious in a reading corner, preparing to "fish" for someone, when a pretty summer intern girl
approached me. She only wore light makeup, probably at her parents' insistence. But she definitely
couldn't resist applying mascara, making her eyes look huge.

There are plenty of wolves out there; don't dress yourself up so extravagantly. I could practically mimic her parents' tone of voice.

"Rogue." Looks like my reputation is well-known. "Aren't you afraid of getting fired? You can concentrate
on reading ?" The girl covered her chest with her tray, making it difficult for me to see her bra size.

"Okay, that's all." I pulled down her tray, glanced at it, and didn't remember much. "The team leader's
patrol time isn't now; they still need to take a tricycle to get back to the yard."

"What books are you reading?" This question revealed her as a cultured young woman.

"Look, 'The Republic of Wine,' by Mo Yan." I thought to myself, "The Republic of Wine" is just a metaphor for a debauched life.

Pornographic books can't be on the shelves; they'll definitely be stolen. The manager also had many
books by Mo Yan and Haruki Murakami on the shelves. These books were practically pornographic, but everyone saw they were written by literary giants and
assumed their intellectual level was high, thinking they couldn't understand them, so no one read them. The manager also
encouraged employees to donate secondhand books. I donated the most, so I could borrow them anytime. However, I only donated
fairy tales. It's funny, I often buy pornographic books from street vendors; sometimes I flip through a few pages and think
they're good, so I buy them. But ultimately, those cheap books from street vendors are still a rip-off. Some pornographic books have covers featuring sexy women that set me
aroused , giving me an erection in the street, only to reveal contents like Grimm's Fairy Tales for kids. Many female colleagues say I'm
still a child at heart, and their opinion of me has changed drastically; some even say that at such a young age, children are already reading storybooks, and I'm quick to buy them.

They can't slander me like that.

"What kind of books do you like to read?" I've met quite a few artsy types in teahouses, but not many who actually enjoy reading.

"Pornographic books," I say directly.

"What's the story of *The Republic of Wine*?" The girl cleverly changes the subject.

"The Story of Ding Gou'er Eating Shit." And so, I successfully scare another girl away.
Unable to satisfy my cravings in front of innocent girls, I can only feel disgusted… When I go to the toilet, I compare the length of my penis with my male colleagues. We line
up in front of the urinals, and the guy who's the best takes a step back and still manages to urinate in. My friends and I are stunned
. Applause erupts in the toilet.

We cannot afford to miss out on such talent; I am familiar with the story of the Duke of Zhou spitting out his food to welcome guests.

I clung to his shoulder like a lackey. He was much bigger than me, so it was more like I
was hanging on his shoulder. He carried me on his back: "Dude, take me to some good places." "Where?" "Besides the toilet,
where else have you ever shown off your dick?" "Bathroom." "Hotels, never been to a hair salon?" "I'm not traveling,
why would I go to a hotel? I just got a haircut last week, no need to wash my hair." "Your dick's all that long, are you a virgin?
" "Yeah." He looked like a complete idiot.

I need to train my dick properly. "Come on, I'll take you to a good place."

After work, we went into a hair salon, my place for gratification. The boss finally paid me
. It was his first time there, so I was treating.

The girls saw a regular and a stranger walk in and wondered if this was going to be a threesome.

I put my arms around their waists. The idiot next to me, though more
muscular He walked into the shop with his eyes straight ahead, not at all sly, so I thought he was just pretending.

I ordered a girl, unfortunately a girl with a cute appearance but a tough exterior. She made
it clear from the start that she wouldn't do a threesome no matter how much money I offered.

I said, "I brought my brother here to observe and learn from his experience." First, we had a proper hair wash inside,
then went upstairs for something less proper.

I held the girl in my arms, undressed her, and the idiot just watched, his eyes glazed over. I
thought were almost done, so I carried the girl into the room and told the idiot to wait outside.

I took off my pants, put on a condom, and pushed the hairdresser down onto the sofa in the second-floor room,
which was filled with dim red lighting. She must have encountered many rude customers, because she
wasn't flustered by my actions. I touched her face, and she touched my balls.

"Can we not get so straight to the point? Let's flirt a bit first." I moved her hand away.

"Red light, sofa, woman, isn't that enough to create romance? Let's hurry up and finish, I'm in a rush
to go home and sleep." She started focusing on my sensitive areas, unbuttoning my clothes,
tearing open my shirt, licking my nipples, then swaying her body, rubbing her skirt against my penis, and starting to moan.
Watching her terrible acting, I lost all interest and went limp. She started to masturbate and give me oral sex, but I couldn't get an erection
for a long time .

"You motherfucker, impotent and still coming to a brothel. Be careful you die in bed!" The shampoo girl threw money at me.
Was she on her period today? If she's on her period, she shouldn't be working. Why be so dedicated? I felt
humiliated , and my penis went limp inside the condom, like a caterpillar.

A dazed man walked in from outside. "So fast?" "Fast my ass! She was clearly in a hurry to get home for dinner,
okay ?" I laughed and said to him, "You're an adult now, right? Want to try one too? I don't see you're too
resistant, otherwise you would have left already." "I just turned eighteen." Damn, this guy is definitely going to be a pro.

"It's okay, as long as you're over eighteen." He was destined to waste his first time here.

"Any successors?" Strangely, not long after the shampoo girl who scolded me left, my brother perked up again
. "He doesn't stand up when he should." I complained, and then a woman on night duty came up.

Later, when I joked with my friends, I said that I spent the money of one person and got to play with two women, all thanks to my
personal charm.

I took a quick look at the woman who came up. Her walking posture was unusually graceful.
Every time I thought she was about to lose her balance and fall, she had already taken the next step. Considering her
figure , I came to a conclusion: this scolding was worth it.

"That was a young guy, hot-tempered. I'll make sure you're satisfied." The woman walked in and found two people
sitting , one fully clothed, the other naked from the waist down.

"Which of you two wants to go first?" Wow, this woman has great stamina, taking on two at once.

"Look, I've already taken my pants off, of course I'll go first." The woman nodded and sat upright. She sat
on my crotch, which I had already pulled down, touching the hair on my thigh. She first removed the condom, then took my glans into her mouth, slowly sliding it down,
saliva dripping from her mouth. I stood there dumbfounded, blushing and my heart pounding. A large tent pitched in my crotch. Suddenly
realizing what was happening, I reached into my pants and started masturbating.

"Oh..." I cried out halfway, then stopped. This woman must have had tea at the teahouse before; her mouth had
a warm and cool sensation. A double dose of hot and cold.

It turned out she had just brushed her teeth, you know what I mean.

"Can your little brother handle it?" The woman took off her top, revealing her full, round breasts. Exaggeratedly
speaking, could they even be categorized using the alphabet? Perhaps it was because of her excellent vantage point that day, with the perfect lighting,
that her breasts looked especially beautiful. I looked down at them, as if afraid of missing something.

"Never mind him." After a while, I raised my head again, closing my eyes to enjoy it.

The woman served me, while simultaneously reaching into my brother's pants, grasping his penis, and rapidly stroking it up and down. My
brother, experiencing a woman for the first time, couldn't hold back and ejaculated all over his pants.

The woman paused to say, "Is your friend's first time? It's long, but his stamina isn't great." The idiot was
a little embarrassed to have ejaculated in front of the woman. He didn't know whether to take off his pants or not. Seeing his hesitation, I said to him, "
Take off your pants and hide under the covers." The idiot actually did as she said.

The woman used her magnificent breasts to hold my penis, kneading and swaying it up and down. I was getting
impatient, my breathing becoming rapid. So I pretended to be calm and combed the woman's hair in front of me. My little brother was being uncooperative;
amidst the violent shaking, countless pleasures surged, and I was about to ejaculate…

I said, “Stop, I’m done for. I was impotent just now, and now I’m going to ejaculate prematurely again. Sister, you’re amazing. Let me rest for a bit.”
I sat down and thought for a while, “Never mind, I’ll just ejaculate like this, and then I’ll do it again later.”

The woman’s breasts continued to rub against my groin, proving once again that being dominated was a relatively blissful thing.
My genitals were terribly swollen, and she pressed her nipples against my glans, rapidly stroking my penis up and down with her hand."I'm not as big as yours, why are you arguing with it?" I warned her in advance, "I'm about to cum, is it okay if I cum on your face?" To my surprise, without saying a word, she took my glans into her mouth and sucked hard. I wasn't prepared, the stimulation was strong enough, I immediately took it, couldn't hold back, let out a cry, and ejaculated.

"Sis, you're so kind! I'll definitely choose you next time." I rested for a while longer. "Let's continue,
sis. How do you want to play?"

"Whatever you guys say." She lay on the bed, sticking out her huge buttocks and swaying them towards me, like a
loud signboard, attracting customers. She seduced the idiot with her eyes: "Take off your clothes too." The idiot did as she was told
.

I swallowed hard, my blood surging again.

The idiot took off his clothes, revealing his well-built muscles. This surprised me.

"Wow, great muscles! How long have you been training?" The woman's attention was no longer on me.

"I usually like to play basketball," the idiot answered truthfully. The woman turned to face him, wrapping her legs around
his body, her huge breasts pressed against his arms.

"Sis, don't ignore me," I interjected, trying to make my presence known.

"I'll play with you later. Compared to him, you're nothing." That was incredibly insulting,
even harsher than the last girl.

"Handsome young man, have you ever had sex with a woman?" "No, no." The clueless guy stammered.

"Then I'll teach you." The clueless guy had absolutely no idea how to seduce a woman, letting this older woman completely take the initiative.
The woman helped him put on a condom, straddled him, touched his prominent chest muscles, and moved her
body up and down.

So this is the type that women find irresistible. I sat on the sofa, watching them make love, unable to penetrate
, just staring blankly.

The clueless guy's second time lasted longer; the woman quickly started moaning and panting. The clueless guy experienced
unprecedented pleasure and began to grimace. I just watched them explore, my penis slowly softening.

The woman climaxed not long after, and the clueless guy also ejaculated. They never changed positions, always woman-on-top.
After they finished, I had no sex drive at all.

It was summer, and the weather was hot. The idiot washed his semen-stained shorts, wrung them out, hung them under the air conditioner for a while,
and then put them on and left. He said his family had a curfew and he had to be home by 10 pm.

I said, "Have you no ambition? You're so old and still listen to your parents." He said, "Only you have ambition,
always playing around with women." Of course, he only said this to me; no one else heard.

The idiot left, and the woman remained in the position with her buttocks sticking out. "Lie down, you'll get cervical spondylosis like that
."

"You men are all like that, pretending to be nice to others, but you're really bad inside," she whispered. I pressed her buttocks down and gave
her a pillow to rest her head on.

Strangely, my lust returned after the idiot left. I had paid for the night, and it should still be valid.

I tried not to press her down, inserted my penis into her vagina, and thrust a few times. Then the woman went through a long psychological transformation
. At first, she was moaning, then she fell silent, and finally she began to sob.

I was initially excited when she moaned, but then she went silent, which I found strange. I ran my
fingers along her inner thigh to her clitoris, but she didn't respond. I started thrusting rapidly again and noticed she was crying.

I thought I was hurting her, so I stopped.

"Sis, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Or did you hear him talking? Don't pay attention to him, he's just an idiot." My hand moved from her waist down her back to her
neck .

"Mind your own business!" She rolled over, tears streaming down her face, and pinned me down, straddling me, and we started
having sex penis, she moved her body wildly up and down, showing no gentleness whatsoever; she was completely
abusing me. I ejaculated quickly, but she wanted to continue. I said I didn't have enough condoms, but she said she did.

After that, she cried uncontrollably throughout the entire act, soaking the bed, but I felt no sense of conquest. So, after that night,
I suffered from kidney deficiency for a while.

Afterwards, when I went to work, I was a completely different person, dazed and confused. Using his superior physical attributes, he began seducing
women. He wasn't stupid anymore; he started playing dumb, attracting many girls and getting them
to sleep with him willingly. It seems he'd finally seen the light; after indulging in women, he became insatiable.

Once, I found him and said, "Didn't you say I only know how to play around with women? What about you?"
He glanced at me indifferently and said, "Who are you? Do I know you?" Wow, that
's quite the level of a master scoundrel.

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