Sexual life of an ordinary man

A Real, Ordinary Man's Sexual Experiences

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I am a very ordinary man, with an average appearance, an average job, an average income, and the same personality as most men: lustful, but lacking the courage. Married, I live a mundane life. Based on my understanding of life, having lustful thoughts but lacking the courage is unlikely. It's not mainly because I lack courage, but because I lack money and power. Don't you agree?
Since my wife became pregnant, we haven't been able to have sex. According to local custom, sex will seriously affect the baby's health, so I've been enduring it. Initially, my wife's pregnancy was a joyous occasion, and for a long time I was immersed in happiness, which diluted my sexual desire. Not long after, my heart started to itch again. How could a passionate young man like me remain abstaining for so long? Thus began my series of extramarital sexual experiences.
My First Oil Massage
After my wife got pregnant, to save money for baby formula, I decided to skip lunch at home. This saved on gas and utilities, the only downside being the terrible food at the office. One day at lunchtime, my colleague Lao Zhang, who sat at the next desk, suddenly leaned over and said mysteriously, "Xiao Wang! Haven't been with your wife in a while, must be tiring? How about I take you to some fun?"
"No, no," I nervously refused. Actually, I wanted to go, but I didn't have much money, and I figured hiring a prostitute would be too dirty.
"It's just a steam massage, to relax, relax. Nothing else, don't worry about your wife finding out," Lao Zhang seemed to read my mind. "Come on! Come on! It's my treat."
"Okay!" I nodded sheepishly.
We went to a place called Leisure Pavilion, took a shower, and then sat quietly in the lobby waiting for the staff to make arrangements. Upon entering, I saw a large advertisement outside that read: Thai massage 98 yuan, Chinese massage 88 yuan before 6 pm. I thought to myself, "It's not that expensive after all. No wonder Lao Zhang said he'd treat me."
"Xiao Wang, I've already called a technician for you. I'll pay later. But let me make it clear, if you want any additional services, you'll have to pay the tip yourself."
"Okay!" I nodded, still pondering what Lao Zhang meant by "services" and "tip."
Not long after, a waiter came and led me to a room. He told me to sit down, and a technician would be there shortly. I sat on the only sofa in the room, quickly looking around. There was only a dim light, an air conditioner, a small bed, and a sofa—everything was so simple.
After a few tense and anxious minutes, a woman finally entered, carrying a basket that looked like shower gel. I glanced at her; she was fairly good-looking. Perhaps due to the lighting and makeup, she even resembled Rosamund Kwan a bit, but I was certain she was at least 30 years old. She was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and tight-fitting athletic capri pants. The pants were tight, the material wasn't thick, and you could see the outline of her underwear.
I really wanted to touch her butt, but I wasn't sure if I could, so I didn't dare. She told me to take off my bathrobe and then lie face down on the small bed. It was the first time I'd exposed my penis to a strange woman, and I was really embarrassed. After taking off the bathrobe, I immediately lay down. I told myself not to be nervous, even though I'd seen many oil massage scenes in movies before and knew what would happen next, but my nerves were still on edge. The woman poured some oil on my back and started rubbing it.
"Relax, handsome, don't be nervous," she said with a smile.
"I'm not nervous!" I protested.
"Look how stiff your muscles are, and you say you're not nervous." It seems the old hand has experience. After
a few rounds of conversation, I gradually relaxed. When her hand touched below my waist, I already felt a bit hard. Then she poured some oil on my buttocks, and at that moment I really wanted her hand to caress my buttocks. The moment her slippery hand touched my buttocks felt amazing.
I shifted my hips, my penis feeling uncomfortable from the pressure. She traced her fingers along my buttocks to my anus, and my whole body went numb. Her fingers went in a little and then out, and my penis started to swell. When her other hand gently touched my scrotum, I unconsciously raised my buttocks. Partly to free up space for my penis, and partly to let her hand reach forward and touch it. She seemed to understand my meaning, gently holding my penis, stroking it a few times, and then starting to massage my scrotum.
I was both nervous and excited. Everyone knows that massages in movies, also called "massage" in Hong Kong, usually involve the back and head; I never imagined they'd even cater to the lower body. Just
as I was thinking how worthwhile this massage was, she stopped and told me to turn around. My hard penis was now sticking out in front of her. I closed my eyes, ready to enjoy the next wave of stimulation. She didn't give me a handjob, but instead applied some oil to my chest and then circled her hands around my breasts. I stole a glance at her and noticed she wasn't looking at my chest or my penis, just my face. Maybe she was just used to it. I was just feeling so proud of my erection standing so high in front of her! Looks like I was just indulging in self-admiration.
"Want to do it?" Her hand suddenly reached for my penis again.
"Since it's your first time, I'll only charge you 50 yuan." She saw I didn't answer.
"No thanks." I thought about it for a moment. Actually, 50 yuan wasn't much, but she looked a bit old. I prefer younger women, haha. Besides, I guess she does this every day and I don't even know if she's clean. So I refused.
"Then want me to finish it off?" Her hand slowed down, and her attitude softened. It was my first time getting an oil massage, and I was really afraid she'd just finish like that. If I didn't give her a tip, I'd have to do it myself, haha! Thinking about it now, it's funny.
"How much tip do you want?" I stammered a bit.
"It's included in the hourly rate."
"Okay, okay!" I nodded happily as soon as I heard that.
Then she poured some more oil on her hands and started masturbating me. Her soft hands gripped my penis comfortably, moving up and down, sometimes tight, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. A rush of heat surged to my head, and I bit my lip, gripping the sheets, ejaculating streams of semen that sprayed out of the mirror. I could feel how much I ejaculated. She used a towel to cover herself, and the large amount of semen slid down the towel and dripped onto my stomach, warm and sticky.
"Wow! So much! How long has it been since you had sex?" she exclaimed, a little surprised. She tossed the soiled towel into a basket in the corner and grabbed a few tissues to wipe me clean.
I remained silent, lying on the bed breathing heavily.
"Okay, you can rest for a bit. Go take a shower later," she said, then picked up her basket and left.
So this was what they called a steam massage. Later, I heard that touching was free, and as long as you had a good relationship with the masseuse, it didn't matter how they did it, and the price was negotiable. Gradually, I realized that there was so much more to this oil massage than I expected.
First time at SN Sauna (all-inclusive)
I'd heard about "all-inclusive sauna services" from Lao Zhang a few times, praising how beautiful the girls were and how excellent the service was. But I never dared to try it, for one simple reason: I didn't have enough money. Someone like me earns a little over 2000 yuan a month. After giving my wife money for household expenses, I have to cover car fuel, utilities, phone bills, and the remaining 300-odd yuan goes towards cigarettes. And since I started going for massages with Lao Zhang, I've also been going out for meals and massages with him from time to time. I'm basically broke by the end of the month, even a little overspending, so I certainly don't dare to talk about "all-inclusive services."
But fate has been kind to me. This year, the company is getting new equipment. The boss was supposed to sign the contract, but the other party's general manager was unavailable, so they only sent an assistant. The other party warmly invited the boss to dinner, but perhaps out of consideration for his status, feeling that going to dinner with an assistant would be beneath him, he asked me to go in his place. Before leaving, I was told that when discussing the contract details, we should say we'd wait for the boss to review it carefully before making a decision. Actually, the boss already knew the product was priced very low, but the fact that the other party's manager hadn't come was disrespectful, which annoyed him.
The assistant, Xiao Zhou, was tall and thin, wearing glasses and looking quite refined. During our conversation, I learned that Xiao Zhou was a year older than me, but since he was there to sell the product, he lowered his status, constantly calling me "Big Brother," which made me a little embarrassed. The boss didn't come out to see him; he probably assumed I was at least a vice president! Haha!
From the company to the restaurant, he kept lighting my cigarettes and flattering me, saying I was young, capable, and handsome, and must have dated many girls. We soon arrived at a rather upscale restaurant in town, glittering and luxurious. Even the waitresses at the door were beautiful—I was drooling! After entering the private room, Xiao Zhou enthusiastically handed me the menu, telling me to order whatever I liked. I said anything was fine. So, he ordered about ten dishes and a bottle of imported liquor.
When we were almost finished eating, Xiao Zhou pulled out the contract and started rattling off the terms. I didn't listen to him at all, focusing solely on enjoying the delicious food. After he finished, seeing that I was ignoring him, he immediately filled my glass, stood up, and said, "Brother, I apologize for not being hospitable enough. I'll drink this first as a sign of respect." He then downed his drink in one gulp.
"You're welcome! You're welcome!" I nodded casually and took a small sip.
"I see you're a straightforward person, so let's settle on the contract! I'll toast you again." As soon as I finished speaking, Xiao Zhou drank another glass. He has a really good capacity for alcohol; I'm impressed.
"The contract issue still needs to be discussed with the boss when I get back, but I'll definitely give you a satisfactory result, okay?" I deliberately beat around the bush.
"Okay, happy cooperation!" He raised his glass again, seemingly determined not to give up until he got what he wanted.
After finishing the last drop of alcohol, seeing that I showed no sign of wanting to sign the contract, he said to me, "Brother, is there enough alcohol? If not, go get some more!"
"Enough, enough, I really can't drink anymore," I said.
"If we've had enough, let's go have a good time," Xiao Zhou said, starting to get a little drunk.
Have a good time? My first thought was bars, disco, karaoke.
"No, I really can't drink anymore, I'll really get drunk!" I politely declined.
"It's not about drinking, you'll see when we get there, I guarantee you'll have a blast." Xiao Zhou put his arm around my shoulder and we swayed as we walked out of the restaurant, hailed a taxi, and got in!
We arrived at the Paradise Hotel, the only five-star hotel in town. A spacious elevator took us to the Crystal Palace on the tenth floor. Several hostesses bowed and greeted us, and then one of them led us into a room.
The luxurious decor was a sight to behold. Unlike other hotel rooms, this one featured a large, round bed in the center, about two meters in diameter, with a striking red bedspread. The bathroom was separated by transparent glass, allowing a clear view from the outside. The spacious bathroom was fully equipped, with everything one could need, plus a massage bed. I even noticed a large balloon in the corner. Such a high-class room, such novel touches—I'd never seen anything like it before. It seemed this trip wasn't for nothing, I thought to myself with secret delight.
Less than the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, the manager arrived with a group of scantily clad young women. They bowed and greeted us upon entering, each giving a brief self-introduction. After the introductions, the manager told us: blue was 400, red 500, pink 600, and a cheongsam 800.
Expensive, that's the only word to describe it! I thought. Looking at the women before me, each one was quite attractive. While not naturally beautiful, they were certainly graceful and alluring. The one priced at 800 was simply taller, not the most beautiful. The 400s were definitely inferior in comparison, both in looks and figure. The 500s and 600s were about the same.
With so many beauties, it was easy to get a little tired of the sight. Beauty has no standard, only height has a measurement, which explains their categorized pricing. A row of beauties stood before me, their long, white legs and ample breasts a feast for the eyes. If I weren't still swayed by the alcohol, I would have dared to examine them all closely.
Before I could even choose, Xiao Zhou yelled at the manager, "Bring in some more girls, young and pretty, they have to satisfy my boss!"
Xiao Zhou took a sip of tea, turned to me with a smile, and said, "Boss, we'll keep going until you're satisfied. If not, we'll find someone better." I nodded, indicating I was listening.
The manager gestured, and the girls automatically left. A new batch arrived shortly after. The quality was basically the same as the previous batch, except the 400s were gone.
"These girls are the prettiest in town," the manager added, "and their skills are top-notch too."
"Brother, what do you think?" Xiao Zhou asked, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"Not bad." I didn't specify which one I wanted, feigning seriousness, but secretly I was impatient.
"I think number 36 is good. She just started, only 20 years old, and very pretty." The manager pointed to a girl in a pink dress.
Hmm, she'd hit my target! I nodded quickly, agreeing with the manager's assessment. Number 36 came over, took my hand, and led me to another room. Once
inside, I didn't know what to do, just standing there dumbfounded, staring lustfully at her deep cleavage. She first took off my coat and shoes, then had me sit on the large bed in the middle. Then she turned on the TV and started playing music.
Accompanied by energetic disco music, she swayed her hips and waist, dancing. She took off her outer clothes, leaving her in only a black bra and an alluring thong. Her figure was well-proportioned, with slender legs and fair, delicate skin. Especially the tiny thong, which barely covered her breasts, with a few pubic hairs peeking out. Combined with her provocative dance moves, it was simply breathtaking. The legendary erotic dance was so close to me; I watched the spectacular performance intently.
After an upbeat song, a slow song followed, its elegant melody captivating. She walked to the bedside, knelt down, and skillfully unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers. I couldn't help but reach out and touch her breasts. Even through her bra, I could feel their fullness and elasticity. Looking back now, I realize how bold I was. If it weren't for the alcohol, with my personality, I would have been timid and hesitant on my first visit to a place like this.
When my pants were pulled down, I could already feel the precum on my glans soaking my underwear. She produced a silk scarf from somewhere, gently tied my hands together, and then told me this was female rape. Inexperienced, I could only submit to her. She gently pushed me down onto the bed and pulled down my underwear. A stiff, erect penis emerged. After helping me put on a condom, she quickly removed her thong, then climbed onto the bed, straddling my stomach and sitting on me.
I already anticipated what would happen next, and my heart raced. I took several deep breaths, tense. When her hand grasped my penis, pointing it at her vagina, I froze, holding my breath, waiting for the bliss to arrive, yet also feeling like a prisoner awaiting torture. Without any rubbing, she slowly sat down, completely enveloping my penis, feeling the throbbing veins on my penis pounding against her inner walls. She started moving, not fast, while letting out wanton moans.
"Ah...ah...ah...handsome guy, you're so amazing! Your cock is so big!" she cried out in a coquettish voice.
It's so fake, no foreplay, no flirting, less than ten thrusts, is it really that pleasurable? Based on my common sense, someone who works almost every day probably isn't that impulsive or sensitive. Besides, I couldn't even feel her juices flowing from my penis.
But I was genuinely excited, panting heavily. It was my first time being raped by such a beautiful woman, and I couldn't hold back after a few dozen thrusts. She sped up, playing with her hair, striking seductive poses.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...fuck me...ah!ah!" She cooperated when she saw I was about to ejaculate. And just like that, in less than three minutes, I surrendered.
After removing the condom containing my countless offspring, we went inside to shower. After taking off her bra, her entire breasts were fully exposed before me, like two bowls, round and without any sagging, but a size smaller than I had imagined. That's the magic of bras—they can make small things bigger and big things even bigger.
After turning on the hot water, she even asked if the temperature was suitable, how thoughtful. She squeezed a lot of toothpaste from the sink and applied it to my penis; it felt cool and comfortable.
"Why use toothpaste to wash?" I asked curiously.
"It's more hygienic, it kills bacteria and viruses, and it reduces the sensitivity of the glans, allowing you to last longer," she explained patiently as she carefully washed my manhood. So dedicated!
After washing me, she washed herself. I applied some shower gel to her back. "Let me wash you too, you can't reach my back." Actually, I just wanted to touch that soft, pink skin. Seeing that she didn't object, I naturally went further, moving my hand to her breasts. It was very elastic, the size was just right, and I couldn't put it down. The only downside was that the areolas were a bit large, and they weren't as pretty as the nipples of those porn stars; there were also a few bumps on the areolas. Growing bolder, my hand reached down to touch her vulva. There wasn't much pubic hair on her groin, and it was smooth and hairless on both sides of her labia.
After only a few touches, she stopped me, saying she needed to wash herself to get it clean, so I gave up. When she said she was done and was about to go to the bathroom, I pointed to the bed next to me and said, "How do you play with this?" It was my first time seeing something like this, and I wanted to experience it properly.
"You want to play on the waterbed?" she asked. Later I learned that many features had been secretly omitted. Like cutting corners in building construction, using less steel and cement—as long as it didn't affect the short-term effect—they did the same. Their ultimate goal was to satisfy their customers, and I believed most customers wouldn't care about these details after they were happy.
"Of course!" I said confidently.
She smeared some shower gel on her chest and had me lie on the bed, her supple breasts roaming over my chest. It seemed like a difficult movement for her; she gripped the edge of the bed tightly, doing a push-up, trying to keep her breasts pressed against me without crushing my body. After a few repetitions, she was panting heavily. Next, she rubbed her large buttocks against my groin. Since I had just ejaculated, my penis was still limp. Although the soft, slippery buttocks constantly brushed against my glans, which felt very good, I still couldn't get an erection.
After drying me off, she had me lie face down on the bed. Just when I thought she was going to massage my back and I could finally rest, a sudden pain shot through my back, like something was sucking at me forcefully. It turned out she was sucking my back with her mouth—this so-called "dragon sucking water" technique was really ineffective. Besides pain, it had no other effect.
When she was about to suck my arms, I said, "I don't want this sucking service anymore, it hurts a bit."
"Okay!" her reply was straightforward.
Next came the "dragon drill." She took a wet wipe and cleaned my anus inside and out, then sprayed some medicine into it a few times before starting to lick my buttocks with her soft tongue. It was the first time my anus had received such a grand gesture, and I was full of praise. The tingling pleasure in my anus was indescribable. Usually, my wife would only give me oral sex; as for my anus, such a sensitive, dirty yet sacred place, it was a rare treat to have it intimately touched by a beautiful woman's tongue.
"Want to use a vibrator?" she asked.
"What for?" I asked, surprised.
"To put inside your ass," she replied.
"No need." My drunkenness subsided, and I began to sober up, regaining some rationality. Damn, aren't these things for women? Actually, I quite despise these kinds of things.
My penis, which had been getting a little hard, went limp again after this vibrator topic.
I rolled over. She started licking and sucking my nipples, just like my wife. Her technique was clearly skilled and proficient; her nimble penetration circled my nipples, occasionally sucking and gently biting. Her hand tentatively touched my penis, which was half-erect.
She put a thin plastic bag over my feet and started licking my toes and soles—it was incredibly itchy and not fun at all. I didn't let her lick my other foot. I told her that doing this was pointless and uncomfortable. She understood and explained that it was a standard procedure, and many customers enjoyed it. I didn't argue with her.
After sprinkling some water on my thighs, she straddled me, making full contact between her vagina and thighs, rubbing and rocking with her front hand, like a child riding a rocking horse, humming softly.
"Ah...ah...ah...so good..." My professional instincts kicked in; it was for work, sigh, I understood.
After about three minutes of this rocking horse routine, I secretly smiled at her expression and movements. She smiled awkwardly too. She told me that next was blowjob and the "ice and fire" treatment. She took a wet wipe and thoroughly cleaned my penis three or four times, then sprayed on some medicine before licking the urethral opening on my glans. A thin current shot from the urethral opening into the glans, extending to the penis and even the entire triangle area, instantly making my penis much more alert. My penis was enveloped in warm, wet fluid as she sucked, her warm lips embracing the entire glans, then circling the glans with her tongue before swallowing the entire penis. My penis
grew considerably larger. She took a sip of ice water and quickly took my penis into her mouth; a cool, refreshing sensation activated all the dormant cells in my body. A few seconds later, she spat out the ice water and took a sip of hot water, the same action warming my penis, making it hotter and hotter, even feeling like it was about to burn intensely. It turned out that it wasn't ordinary hot water, but a liquid like chili water or strong liquor.
At this moment, her penis was over 90% erect. She spat out the water in her mouth, changed position, and her buttocks and vulva were facing my face. Just when I thought she wanted me to lick her vulva and play 69, she didn't move her buttocks down. Instead, she hung her feet on the wall and raised her buttocks up. Inverted, she supported her entire body with the strength of her hands, her mouth still tightly holding my penis, doing inverted push-ups while her mouth was also making piston-like movements. This must be what they call hanging upside down!
After all, a woman's arm strength isn't very strong. To better balance and hang more stably on the wall, her legs were spread wide, forming a large V. This made it easier for me to observe and study her cute pink vulva. Her vulva could be considered a masterpiece, with sparse pubic hair, a full mons pubis, smooth labia majora, and thin labia minora sandwiching a thin slit. I couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
"Put your feet down, this position is too strenuous and too dangerous!" I said. Actually, I just wanted to get closer to her vagina so I could see it more clearly. So, we were already in the 69 position, but the difference was that she was giving me oral sex, while I wasn't giving her harmonica. I brought my nose close and smelled her vagina; it was a little fishy, but not foul. I really wanted to lick it, but I restrained myself.
I genuinely loved the shape and color of her vagina, but I couldn't say the same for its hygiene. After touching it a few times, I wasn't satisfied, so I poked her hole with my finger. Before my finger was even a third of the way in, she cried out in pain. Her vagina was dry, indicating that they were used to this kind of thing and didn't feel anything.
She got off the bed, and I thought she was done. Unexpectedly, she went to the cabinet, took out a bottle of lubricant, dripped a few drops onto her hand, and smeared it on her vagina. This action looked like masturbation, and it made my eyes bloodshot. She dripped a few more drops and evenly spread them on my fingers. Then we continued in the 69 position. With lubrication, my fingers easily slipped into her secret garden, and after a few thrusts, I used my thumb to tease her clitoris. Under the dual stimulation of her vagina and clitoris, she began to react slightly, letting out a few moans. But she remained focused on sucking my penis. A few minutes later, my penis was fully erect.
She once again skillfully put on a condom for me, straddled me, and assumed the lotus position again. The difference was that this time my hands were free, allowing me to freely grab her firm breasts.
"Ah...ah...ah...so powerful, such a big penis," she cried out after dozens of thrusts. Although her words sounded a bit fake, I could still feel her panting. After the first ejaculation, the second erection would be larger, harder, and last longer. Lasting longer is the most important thing. Even if a teenage girl doesn't feel much, as long as my penis continues to thrust inside her, it will definitely arouse her desire.
Just then, she changed position, doing a 180-degree turn, pushing her buttocks back slightly, pressing her hands on my knees, and moving up and down with her back to me. I struggled to sit up, hugging her slender waist from behind, then moving my hands up to grasp her breasts. After a few more thrusts, my right hand reached down to tease her clitoris, while my left hand continuously pinched her nipples, kissing her neck and ears.
Her breathing became rapid, "Ah...ah...ah..." She shook wildly, her legs tightly clamping my penis, and I could feel her juices seeping out. A short while later, I felt the urge to ejaculate again, but instead of rushing, I held her still. She turned to look at me, I kissed her cheek, and suggested we change positions, telling her to lie down. This stop-and-go movement significantly reduced the urge to ejaculate. This was a good method I learned from a book for prolonging intercourse, and it had been proven effective in my experience with my wife.
She lay on the bed, her forehead covered in sweat, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. I lifted my penis, aimed it at her opening, and thrust in. After dozens of thrusts, her breathing became erratic, and she occasionally let out a moan. I slowed down, pulling my penis out most of the way and gently rubbing it. I carefully observed her cute little face, her charming dimples, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she occasionally furrowed her delicate eyebrows, sometimes licking her soft, dry lips with her tongue. I knew she was completely aroused and enjoying the pleasure I was giving her.
I asked to change positions, this time to my favorite doggy style. I held her waist with both hands and entered her wet, hot hole from behind, beginning a piston-like motion.
Plop! Plop! Plop! Her wet, wet hole made continuous sounds with each thrust of my penis.
"Ah...ah...ah..." she cried out loudly, only that sound remained, she couldn't think of anything else.
Hearing her moan like that, I began to thrust wildly, occasionally slapping her full and elastic buttocks.
"Ah...ah...I came, I came." Finally, a stream of semen spurted from my penis, filling the condom. I didn't pull out immediately, but continued to linger in that warm, mysterious garden. I took a deep breath, slowly pulled out, put on the condom covered in white foam, her love juice, and lay satisfied on the bed.
After our lovemaking, I was drenched in sweat and exhausted. She walked naked into the bathroom, brought a towel, and carefully wiped the sweat from my forehead. I quietly looked at her, she smiled at me, her gentleness making me temporarily forget her identity. After resting for
more than ten minutes, we went into the bathroom again, and she still meticulously helped me shower. After drying my body, she took the initiative to help me put on my underwear. Carefully buttoning each button of my shirt, I looked closely at her beautiful face again. She became a little shy, and I suddenly had an urge to pull her into my arms, but I didn't. I knew my limitations; with my meager salary, I couldn't even support her, let alone come once a month. Her smile was probably just for show.
After getting dressed, I realized that in my passion, I had forgotten about the big round ball in the corner—what a mistake! I pointed to the ball, looked at her, and waited for her response.
"Next time! Time's up. Next time we'll play with that love ball," she said with her signature apologetic smile.
When paying, I clearly heard the receptionist say, "Sir, your total is 1596 yuan, thank you!"
A flash of lightning, a few crows flying overhead—haha, that's 798 yuan per person. Although it's considered good value, it's difficult for ordinary people like us with meager incomes to afford.
I know that such free passion is hard to come by again, and God can't always be so kind to me. So I secretly resolved to save money, be frugal, and strictly manage my finances, hoping to save enough to relive today's bliss.
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