A Lifetime of Depravity: The Cultural Revolution

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This was an era that drove the Chinese people mad, an era out of control. The Cultural Revolution was raging across mainland China.
My small city was making a painful break with its old civilization.
Every street, every shop, every building had been transformed. Countless slogans, in all their colors, were written on the streets and walls. Newly built buildings displayed large red brick characters for "loyalty."
Thousands of years of civilization had been relegated to the scrap yard. Qu Yuan and Li Bai were reduced to ashes in a raging fire, completing their new romantic masterpieces. In a mountain of records, Beethoven, Mozart, Mei Lanfang, and Cheng Yanqiu were gathered together, smashed to pieces with pickaxes, the cracking sounds causing me, amidst the chaos, immense heartache.
As a revolutionary youth, I shouted with sincere revolutionary aspirations and plunged into the torrent of this era.
In just one year, I experienced a dizzying array of events. From school to society, all sorts of people revealed their true colors, and the changes were dazzling. In a single day, truth could become falsehood, and heroes could become villains. The bewilderment that followed the excitement left me, a young man, utterly bewildered.
"Li Siyong, you black bastard, our red collective doesn't want you!" With those words, I was kicked out of the "Bombardment Command," a place I had once been incredibly proud of. Despite my dual talents in both academics and military affairs, and the fact that I was once sought after by both the July 29th Command and the "Bombardment Command," my father's criminal background had made me a despised son, a far cry from my former high spirits.
My father, Li Pengju, was an underground worker before liberation, engaged in espionage for a long time, directly under the command of General Li Kenong of the Special Higher Police. After liberation, he was a high-ranking police officer in the Shaanxi Provincial Public Security Bureau. My mother joined the Party after liberation and was a violinist at the provincial opera troupe.
In this crazy era, they were naturally the focus of the rebels' serious attention. So my father was imprisoned again, this time in the prison of his most beloved Communist Party. My mother was ordered to sever ties with him, but she deeply loved my father and fought against them.
Due to my family's martial arts tradition, I learned martial arts from a young age. My father passed down his authentic Southern Five Ancestors Fist to me, which made me physically strong; my muscular physique once made the girls at school scream. It's said that sons resemble their mothers, and this is certainly true for me. I inherited my mother's beautiful appearance without reservation, and coupled with my extraordinary aptitude for music, my mother's violin often produced the most beautiful melodies in my hands.
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ 'Hmm, Siyong, you're so bad! Ah…it hurts…' Zeng Lina's left leg was raised high, pressed against the wall by me, her lower body enduring my surging thrusts. I ignored her feelings; the key was that I was in a bad mood today, an inexplicable annoyance making my normally tender heart turn somewhat violent.
I thrust in and out hundreds of times, almost frantically, each time reaching the deepest part of her vagina, ignoring all the fancy techniques.
Lina's face contorted in pain, her small mouth biting her cherry lips as if to draw blood. I could deeply feel the surging passion within her; her painful yet joyful moans and heavy breathing echoed in the empty classroom.
I've never liked to make a scene when I'm having sex with her; I always release my most primal energy quietly. So when she couldn't take it anymore and begged me to lie down, I chuckled lewdly, withdrew my engorged penis, and watched her collapse listlessly onto the cold floor, her vaginal fluids flowing like a fountain.
I squatted down, slapped her face hard with my penis, and asked, "Want some more? I'm not done yet."
I could tell she both loved and feared me. Her phoenix eyes were filled with joy and shyness, her nostrils flared, and the words she uttered were incoherent, just mumbling as she stared at me intently.
"Hey, get up, I have to go home, my mom's waiting for me to eat." I climbed naked off Zeng Lina's fair body. Zeng Lina was an art teacher at Nanhai No. 1 Middle School, but she hadn't taught me; she was eight years older than me.
I knew her not because we went to the same school, but because of her younger sister, Zeng Liyuan—or rather, she actively seduced me. I don't want to go into details here, after all, matters between men and women are often better left unsaid. It was just that she was captivated by me the moment she saw me, and out of absolute vanity and pure lust, I slept with her.
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This was during a time of great chaos, 1967, the Cultural Revolution raging fiercely, a time of upheaval and upheaval. The land was filled with the sounds of armed conflict.
This music, like heavenly music, drifted towards me through the dark corridor. A door at the end of the corridor was ajar, letting in a sliver of light. I gently opened the door.
A young woman was playing the violin. She stood by the window, her back to the door, oblivious to my footsteps and the door opening.
Only the music echoed in the empty classroom.
Under the fluorescent light, she wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a slightly worn blue skirt, the hem reaching her knees.
She was barefoot, wearing light green flip-flops. Her hair, loosely tied back as if freshly washed, was loosely tied with a red ribbon. She tilted her head slightly, holding the violin between her fingers, revealing her long, slender neck.
Her arm, holding the bow, moved up and down.
I watched her silently. This beautiful music was coming from such a young girl, and in this year of "Red Terror"! The music gradually faded, finally returning to silence.
"This is forbidden, young lady." The girl turned around, without the slightest fear. Her beautiful eyes sparkled. "Who are you?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale's song. "What do you know? What piece is this?" Her words carried a hint of contempt and mockery.
"Mozart's 'Adagio in E major,' isn't it? You play very well. Who taught you?" I deliberately looked at her with an air of superiority. I hadn't seen this girl before; she probably wasn't from our school.
She looked at me with surprise. In our ordinary middle school, it was rare to hear someone recognize such an elegant violin piece.
"Can you play? My mother taught me." "Me too! My mother taught me. We can't be from the same mother, can we?" I jokingly took the violin from her hands. Perhaps my formal playing posture intimidated her, because she ignored my lewdness. Hearing my passionate and unrestrained music, she exclaimed, "Sarasate's 'Zigeunerweisen'! You're not a student here." "Yes, I am. I'm a second-year high school student. My name is Li Siyong. What's yours?" I said, handing the violin back to her while my eyes were ravishing her innocent beauty.
"My name is Zeng Liyuan. I never expected..." I knew she was surprised that such a talented person existed in a poor, remote middle school. I smiled slightly, walked out the door, and a refreshing breeze blew into my open coat, making me feel a little chilly. I didn't notice a pair of bright eyes staring at me intently behind me.
"Why are you back so late? The food is cold. Let me heat it up." My mother always waited for me to come home so we could eat together. "
Mom, I'll heat it up." I insisted on doing it with my mother. I knew how hard my mother had worked these past few years, and I knew the pain in her heart. She would secretly cry in the dark of night, but the next day she would face her son with a smile.
My mother smiled slightly, "You should just sit and wait quietly. Don't make things worse." Although I was quite good at cooking, I was no match for my mother.
My mother's smile was like an angel's. I stared blankly at her slender figure. Even in her busy state, she
possessed a different kind of beauty; a natural charm swirled around her in every gesture. I pinched my thigh hard, a wicked thought creeping onto my loving mother—what a sin! ************ I felt as if the whole of China had gone mad. No one questioned this revolutionary movement. As a participant, I experienced firsthand a movement that completely transformed me—a movement to overthrow the "monsters and demons."
The slogan "Carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution through to the end!" echoed throughout the square, which was more like ruins than a square.
Dozens of "monsters and demons," including the school's Party Secretary and Principal, were brought here to be tortured.
Uniform rubber whips mercilessly lashed these former teachers. There were no screams, only groans, for any scream would bring double the punishment. Some coughed up blood, others fainted.
I saw it. I saw my beloved English teacher, Fang Wenling, kneeling and being beaten with her hands bound behind her back.
She couldn't hold on any longer; her body lurched forward, her shaved head slamming against a broken wall with a horrifying sound. I couldn't bear to watch any longer; my whole body trembled, an indescribable pain washing over me.
This horrific scene of beating haunted me for years to come. Perhaps it was from that moment that my worldview and philosophy of life 　　underwent a profound transformation, deeply influencing my future path
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I crept to the small hut and peered through a small hole. Teacher Fang was completely naked, her hands bound to the rafters, her conspicuous shaved head hanging down, clearly unconscious.
"Damn it, this counter-revolutionary is faking death! Wake her up!" With a shout, a basin of cold water was poured over her head. She groaned, opening her tired, lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the people before lowering her head again.
A short man dressed in Red Guard clothing walked up to her, his hands lewdly kneading her drooping breasts. I recognized him; his name was Hou Yong, always a troublemaker at school, disliked studying, and constantly causing trouble. If it weren't for this movement, he would have been expelled long ago.
"Fang Wenling, you anti-Party element, why don't you bow your head and confess your crimes? Honestly tell me who your accomplices are!" Hou Yong deliberately traced the whip marks with his hand. Teacher Fang couldn't help but tremble. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she spat a mouthful of saliva onto Hou Yong's face.
Hou Yong laughed loudly, shamelessly sticking out his tongue and licking it. "I'm telling you, my dear teacher Fang, you slut, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time." His hands kept rubbing inside Teacher Fang's vulva. "Do you remember that night when someone was watching you take a bath outside your window? That was me, Hou Yong." After saying that, he chuckled wickedly, pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect penis.
His accomplices followed suit, leering as they untied the ropes binding Teacher Fang. She collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. Because her lower body was facing me when she fell, I could clearly see her dark pubic hair matted together, and a thin slit filled with moisture.
Then, Hou Yong, half-kneeling, forcefully thrust his already hard penis into Teacher Fang's vulva, moaning softly, clearly very excited. I watched his thick waist sway repeatedly, his heavy breathing and panting mingled with beastly howls. I was consumed by rage, my fists clenched so tightly I could hear my bones cracking.
The annihilation of humanity, the rampant evil—this was a regression of an era. Through my tears, I saw those beasts taking turns raping their former teacher!
************ My mother, as usual, brought food from home to visit my father, but this time was different. The guard wasn't the same person as before; it was one of my father's former subordinates, named Hang Tianfang. My father had originally intended to promote him, but he was later demoted to a prison guard for having illicit affairs, and he harbored deep resentment towards my father.
"Comrade Tianfang, you're on duty today?" my mother said with a smile.
"Hehe, my sister-in-law has brought food. There are regulations now that family members of prisoners can't visit them freely." Hang Tianfang, his uneven teeth dangling a toothpick, leered at my mother.
"Oh, Comrade Tianfang, please be lenient. Let me see Old Li today. I'll definitely ask permission another day," my mother pleaded, her pretty face full of entreaty.
Hang Tianfang pulled my mother's hand, saying, "Sister-in-law, come in first. It's windy outside; don't catch a chill." His lecherous hands caressed my mother's delicate hands, his eyes burning with lust.
My mother blushed, placing the basket on the table. Seeing that only the two of them were in the room, she felt a little timid.
"To be honest, Old Li is under my control now. I can do whatever I want with him. What do you say, sister-in-law?" Hang Tianfang threatened my mother. "If you behave well, it'll benefit Old Li too." My mother remained silent for a long time, then looked up at him and said, "Then what do you want me to do to get me to go in and see Old Li?" Hang Tianfang leered as he approached his mother, reaching out to touch her face. "You haven't aged a bit all these years," he said. "I wanted to sleep with you the first time I saw you at your house, but it's not too late now." He then abruptly threw his mother onto the bench, grabbed her bra, sniffed it deeply, and threw it to the ground.
His mother tightly closed her beautiful eyes. She felt her pants being pulled down, and a pair of hands roaming over her pubic area, gently stroking her pubic hair. Suddenly, a finger slipped inside, and she felt a tingling sensation, letting out a groan.
Hang Tianfang chuckled, "You slut, you're a whore after all. You always act so pure and innocent; I thought you were frigid." He then pulled down his own pants, took out his battle-hardened penis, and slammed it into his mother's vagina. She cried out in pain and helplessness.
I slipped away outside and went home, but no one was there. I knew my mother must have gone out to deliver food again. I waited and waited, but my mother still hadn't returned.
So, I decided to go and get her. When I got to the detention center, there was no one at the door, so I went straight in.
I saw a room with some light, and I peeked in. I saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang, her two slender legs draped over his shoulders, and the chair creaking.
After a while, Hang Tianfang picked up his mother, told her to put her hands on the table, and then thrust into her from behind. His mother's breasts swayed violently with each thrust, and a thin stream of fluid flowed down her beautiful legs. Suddenly, Hang Tianfang cried out, "Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Then he collapsed on top of his mother, motionless.
His mother quickly rolled him off, and she heard Hang Tianfang weakly say, "Take the key yourself. I'm exhausted from being with you, you slut, I need to rest." His mother quickly put on her clothes and took the key from his waist. I stood coldly by the window, filled with immense anger.
In a daze, I looked around. The night wind howled in the quiet night, swirling fallen banners into the sky. My heart seemed to rise and fall with it. In a daze, I found myself at my school.
"You've finally come. I've been waiting for you all these days, do you know that?" The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. The night was hazy, and the person standing quietly under the sycamore tree was clearly a woman.
I glanced at her coldly. "I don't know you. Who are you?" I felt a strange hostility towards all women now.
"I'm Zeng Liyuan, have you forgotten me? 'Adagio in E major.'" Her voice sounded somewhat sad.
I approached and looked closer. Hmm, it was the girl who played the violin in the classroom that night. Was her name Zeng Liyuan?
"Oh, it's you. Why are you standing here so late?" I was a little surprised. I hadn't looked closely that night, but she was quite pretty, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a high nose. Perhaps because she was breathing heavily, her prominent breasts immediately caught my attention.
"I...I...I was waiting for you. Have you forgotten me?" Her words held a lingering sorrow, light and delicate, quite beautiful.
My heart skipped a beat. In the hazy night, her fragrance was intoxicating, uniquely beautiful, like a fairy quietly emerging from the Moon Palace. But then I remembered my mother's wanton ways, and a fire ignited within me. I felt all women were the same, fickle and promiscuous. I smiled slightly, gently lifting her slightly pointed chin. Her small mouth pouted, her eyes filled with shyness and joy. It seemed this little girl had fallen for me.
"Little sister, how old are you this year?" I gently put my arm around her slender waist, her waist graceful and warm to the touch. She lowered her head shyly, revealing the smooth, white skin of her neck. "I...I'm nineteen. And you?" "Ah...then you're older than me. I'm eighteen." I've always been mature beyond my years, looking older than my actual age, and with my imposing physique, many people thought I was in my twenties.
She hummed in response, her head still bowed. The fragrance of the young girl filled my heart, and I couldn't suppress my surging emotions. I picked her up and carried her into the shadows. The scene I had just witnessed, combined with the girl's delicate beauty, had intensified my lust, and I had lost all sense of proportion.
"No, don't do this..." The girl in my arms struggled slightly, her weak hands gently pushing me away. Her breathing grew heavy. My left hand encircled her waist, while my right hand had already slipped under her skirt. Her lower body was warm and quite fleshy. I ignored her, lowered my head, and deeply sucked on her two red lips. They were soft and sweet, a fresh scent like the startled breath of early spring, unlike the wanton women I had slept with before.
Her eyes were tightly closed, not daring to look at me, softly allowing me to kiss her deeply. Her clumsy movements actually moved me somewhat; it was clearly her first kiss. Her jaw was clenched, but I pried open those two rows of pearly teeth and finally sucked on that fragrant lip. As I sucked, her delicate body trembled involuntarily.
I easily unhooked her bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and well-proportioned, and two pairs of small nipples trembled adorably before my eyes.
I gently licked her nipple with my tongue, and she immediately tensed up. Even though it was night, I could still feel every pore on her body tingling. "Little darling, relax, let your brother take care of you." Although she was a year older than me, in my heart she felt like my little sister.
I kissed down her exquisite curves, her delicate body trembling slightly. I touched her navel with my tongue, and I heard her let out a soft "Ah!" She hadn't expected me to kiss her there, and her legs straightened. When I pulled off her short skirt, I was somewhat dazed. What a pure and arousing place this was! Her vulva was smooth and shiny, with a few sparse pubic hairs hanging over it, making it look particularly unique. I gently pushed aside her hand, which was instinctively covering her vulva, and leaned in to suckle her two glistening petals.
"No, no, Siyong, we can't do this." I didn't expect her to suddenly resist, and caught off guard, I was pushed so hard that I fell flat on my back.
I sprang up with a "carp leaping out of the water," and said angrily, "What are you doing? You don't have to touch me." "I'm sorry, Siyong, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to." She hurriedly stepped forward to brush the dust off my clothes.
"Go away, go away, it's okay. You go back, I'm leaving too." I was furious; the gentle atmosphere had been ruined by her. I straightened my clothes and turned to leave.
"Then, are you coming again tomorrow night? I... I, I'll wait for you here." Her voice was hesitant, with a hint of shyness. "
No, why would I come here? Bye-bye." I pinched her rosy cheek and turned to leave. "
Why didn't you come? I... I'll let you kiss me again, okay?" This little girl clearly didn't understand anything.
I couldn't help but shake my head. "Forget it, let's just pretend we never met, it never happened, okay? I really have to go, goodbye." "No, don't go. How about I come to your house tomorrow?" She almost pleaded, pulling my hand. "I just learned a piece from Paganini's 'Capriccio' these past few days, do you want to hear it?" "I'm sorry, my house is very cheap, I can't entertain such a distinguished guest, and what 'Capriccio'? I don't want to hear it either." I was in a bad mood, and besides, I've always preferred outgoing and cheerful girls; this girl's coyness wasn't to my taste, so I flatly refused.
"Then, then come find me, okay? Siyong, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow." I was a little curious. Right, she didn't seem to be from around here. "Where do you live?" "I've never seen you before." "I live here, Building 3, Room 302." "Oh, it's the teachers' building… Ah, Room 302, what's your relationship to Teacher Zeng?" I suddenly realized; the difference in their names meant they must be related.
Sure enough, I heard her say, "She's my cousin, she's an art teacher here." "Okay, I'll definitely visit sometime." I replied, but my mind was elsewhere. Zeng Lina was the only teacher in the whole school who hadn't been criticized and denounced; she seemed to be someone important. This little girl was her sister; it was best to avoid her.
********** A series of gunshots woke me from my sleep. I rushed to the roof and saw flames shooting into the sky at the Changfeng Hotel not far away, with a commotion of people.
I returned to the house and saw my mother had also been awakened, wearing a silk undergarment, her face filled with fear.
"Mom, don't be afraid, it's probably just another fight." I went to comfort her. Although we had been giving each other the cold shoulder for days since that day, she was still my mother, and I was the only man in the house.
Moonlight streamed in through my broken window, bathing the floor in its glow. Even without a lamp, I could clearly see the two purplish-red nipples in my mother's underwear. She looked pitiful, her slight fear making me feel sorry for her.
I embraced her; her warm, soft body and her unique fragrance stirred my emotions. "Mom, I'll go check on her. You go to sleep." "No, don't go. It's dangerous. Stay home with me." I always listened to my mother, but the thought of her lewd behavior that evening made me nauseous.
I pressed her onto the bed. "I'm going. Don't be afraid. I'm skilled in martial arts." By the time I approached the Changfeng Hotel, the gunfire had subsided. I used the moonlight and a few scattered lights to sneak into the building. Several bloodied corpses lay on the floor.
"Damn, the 729th Regiment's firepower is fierce; we're down to just a few guys." I immediately recognized Hou Yong's voice.
I peeked out and, sure enough, it was the same group that had humiliated Teacher Fang that night.
"Brother Hou, what do we do now?" "Let's go check on that old bastard Ding Hao. His wife's pretty good, and she's got a real kick." The guys immediately grinned lewdly. Ding Hao was also from our middle school; he was a physics teacher.
Just then, my fist made a whooshing sound as it struck Hou Yong's chest. I knew what was going to happen. I heard the crisp crack of ribs breaking, and a surge of excitement washed over me.
Then, with the force of a whirlwind, I unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. Before they could even scream, they stared at me with incredulous eyes, slowly collapsing to the ground—their last glimpse into this world.
I crouched down to examine their bodies closely until I was certain they were all dead. I stood up easily, looked around, and saw a deathly silence. Only a few sporadic gunshots rang out in the distance. The entire building was pitch black, and I was the only one left. I couldn't help but think of my poor teacher, Fang Wenling.
When I got home, I found my mother lying on my bed, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Mom, I'm back. Don't worry." I leaned down. In the quiet night, my mother's face was serene, with two clear tear tracks on her smooth cheeks. I knew she had been crying for a long time.
For a long time, she remained motionless. I called softly, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go get you some medicine." Just as I was about to turn away, a soft, warm little hand grasped mine. This warmth had made my blood boil and overwhelm me on many days before.
"Xiao Yong, why have you been so distant with me these days? It's my fault, but please don't ignore me." A single, glistening tear welled up in my eye, and my mother's expression was one of deep sorrow, which pained my heart.
"Mom, it's my fault, I made you angry, please don't mind." I embraced her soft body tightly. The scent of her body was so familiar, sweet and pure, and I felt as if I were back in the time I was breastfeeding her.
I buried my head between her tender breasts, a surge of maternal love welling up within me, and cried out, "Mom!" "Good child."
I looked up; my mother was weeping uncontrollably, like a baby crying. I wiped her tears with my sleeve. "Mom, go to sleep, it's very late." My mother was about to get up when I pressed her down. "Mom, sleep here. You and your son can sleep together tonight, okay?" "How can I? I'd rather go back to my room." I ignored her, pulled her onto the bed, and to my surprise, my mother didn't struggle anymore. She yielded and lay down beside me.
In the darkness, my mother and I embraced, each hearing the pounding of our hearts and the heavy breathing of our breaths. We remained silent, without any movement or words. I had never felt so good. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.
************ Several days later, seeing that the news of Hou Yong and his group's deaths hadn't aroused any suspicion, I opened the door and went out to chat with my "Free and Unfettered Sect" followers. This was a secret organization I had formed, with myself as its leader.
You see, at that time, the public security, procuratorate, and judiciary were practically paralyzed. The whole country was engulfed in a sea of communism; who cared about who lived or died? They were just too guilty about what they had done. I listened intently, and finally, I overheard someone discussing the matter: "I heard that Hou Yong died in the 321 armed conflict. Sigh, that's terrifying." "The man speaking is Hong Yuling, my younger brother. He used to be bullied a lot, and I often helped him, so he recognized me as his older brother. He's also unaffiliated with any school or group, specializing in foreign languages. He's fluent in English, Russian, German, and Japanese, quite a linguistic prodigy.
" "Yes, what's strange is that they don't have any gunshot wounds. Isn't that odd?" The man who answered was thin and of average appearance. He was my woman, Ren Haiyan. Her parents were capitalist roaders, which implicated them as children.
"Don't talk about politics. You're playing with fire." I interrupted their conversation, warning and intimidating them.
Ren Haiyan was on the verge of tears. "We're just friends here, so I was just saying. Brother, how about we go to Chunmeize to catch water snakes?" As soon as I heard about catching water snakes, I couldn't help but stare lustfully at her full breasts, imagining her smooth, white thighs.
She was startled when she saw my lecherous eyes and quickly turned away, not daring to look at me. Years ago, she had lost her virginity to me when we went to Chunmeize to catch water snakes. It might not be a big deal for me, but for her, it was an unforgettable experience.
"Alright, let's go to Chunmeize." This is the confluence of the Chunjiang and Meihe rivers, actually a vast marshland overgrown with reeds.
Wild ducks roam the reed beds, and occasionally a few red-crowned swans can be seen. The ducks and swans live in harmony, respecting each other, engaged in their breeding activities deep in the forest.
As usual, we entered the dilapidated kiln. The desolate and gloomy place seemed to come alive with our presence.
Knowing we were coming to Chunmeize, Hong Yuling, that sensible boy, didn't come along. Ren Haiyan's face flushed red when she saw the tattered straw mat lying on the ground; it still bore the stain of her first blood.
I leered at her, yearning to be submerged in her fragrant flesh, longing to hear her pitiful cries as I pleasured her. I knew that today I was a beast filled with ravenous desire!
I removed her last piece of clothing, her bra. Despite her poor family background, she still retained all the characteristics of a young girl: her skin was fair with a rosy glow, her full breasts stood high, and her pink, hard nipples stirred with youthful passion.
'Ren Haiyan, do you know your crime?' I played the role of judge, spreading my strong legs to reveal my proud manhood.
'Haiyan knows her crime, please, judge, spare me.' She knelt before me as always, kneading my steel spear with her soft little hands, turning it, and then lowering her head to meticulously lick the engorged glans.
My body trembled as if electrocuted. I excitedly pressed her head down, my spear plunging straight into her throat.
My member was so long and thick that it filled her small mouth completely, choking her until tears streamed down her face.
Once she caught her breath, she focused intently on playing her role, gently sucking and caressing my erect penis, not forgetting to give me flirtatious glances even in her busyness.
'Alright, sinner, lie down,' I commanded, withdrawing my now enormous penis, then grabbing one of her white, tender thighs, spreading her legs apart, one resting on my elbow. With a forceful thrust, I forced her entire body open.
She cried out in pain, a cry mixed with satisfaction and pleasure. I withdrew again, then thrust once more, penetrating her core. 'Ah!' This time, her cry lacked pain, replaced by a more wanton quality.
I began to slowly thrust, savoring the pleasure of the penetration, until she released her vaginal fluids, yet I remained erect, ready to surge forward.
'No, my judge, please spare me, I can't take it anymore…' she said shyly, responding to my rhythmic thrusts. I knew she was generally weak, 'Just bear with it a little longer.' "I was like a warrior charging into battle, facing a fortified castle, launching fierce attacks time and time again.
" This is what Zeng Lina told me later.
"Sister, I dreamt of him again." Zeng Liyuan's wistful gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, searching for her prince charming.
'He just stood there casually in front of me, languid, with a hint of arrogance.' She murmured to her cousin, pouring out her longing. Zeng Lina, lying beneath me, moaning, had said that it was then that she became interested in me.
'I waited for him every day, but he never came to see me again. I think I must have made him angry, sister, I regret it so much!' She twisted her slender, nimble fingers in regret.
Longing is a deadly poison, incurable, even searching through the entire Compendium of Materia Medica would be of no use.
'So you came to my house to find me, and even went to the registrar's office to secretly check my information.' I stroked her labia, her tight vulva covered with sparse, dark pubic hair.
'Yes, and I also found my ideal David.' Her full, magnetic lips gently nibbled at my nipple. She had been looking for a model; she wanted to paint an Eastern version of David. My sculpted, strong muscles were enough to make her lose her composure.
"Why don't you go see her? After all, you two are a good match in terms of age." There was a hint of jealousy in her voice. My fingertips touched something slippery and warm, clearly indicating that she was already aroused. The
newly sprouted leaves on the trees in the campus trembled gently in the breeze, everything was intoxicating, and the scent of rose perfume on Zeng Lina stimulated my poor olfactory nerves. I couldn't help but sneeze. Lying on her back on the grass, she was young and full, her vulva alluringly moist. The tuft of pubic hair was already stuck together with her semen. I continued to rub her slender slit with my fingers, and her body twisted unnaturally, moving up and down in rhythm with me.
I gripped my hardened penis and rubbed it against her vulva, completely ignoring her unbearable itching. She excitedly parted her legs, guiding me to thrust inside, instantly filling her completely. She cried out excitedly, her hips swaying upwards in rhythm with my thrusts, her whole body trembling, her large breasts bobbing in front of her chest, prompting me to frequently bend down and suckle them.
With hundreds of thrusts of varying pressure, I felt my semen gather at the base of my penis. I shouted and ejaculated. Immediately, her body
felt a surge of heat, she cried out excitedly, her body going limp, clinging to me, feigning innocence, unwilling to get up. **********
... "Zeng Lina is considered the school beauty of our school. I heard that when she was assigned here, it caused a sensation in our small town, with everyone rushing to catch a glimpse of her stunning beauty.
I'm a little skeptical. As the saying goes, seeing is believing. The Zeng Lina I saw had slightly high cheekbones; she would be even better if she were a little thinner. Of course, even so, she's still a rare beauty here.
" "You must be Li Siyong, right? My name is Zeng Lina, and I'm Zeng Liyuan's older sister." Her beautiful big eyes blinked as she carefully examined me.
"Yes, I am. Hello, would you like to come in and sit down? But my home is very simple." "To be honest, although my home is simple and poor, it's not crude at all; in fact, it can be said to be quite neat and elegant, thanks to my mother's clever mind and hard work. "
Zeng Lina praised it as soon as she entered, but she was immediately drawn to a traditional Chinese painting hanging on the dining table.
"This is 'Spring River Warming,' an original." She examined it carefully and came to a conclusion.
"Of course, my father is a friend of Guan Shanyue, 'the ducks are the first to know when the river warms in spring.'" The fair skin on the back of her neck and the jasmine scent emanating from her body truly aroused my lust, especially since I had just eaten the deer antler and lamb kidney stew my mother had made for me, which made me even
more feverish. "You're quite impressive, but I prefer oil painting." "I know you specialize in oil painting and have even held an exhibition." "I also know she studied under the famous oil painter Zhong Han, though I only heard this from her admirers.
" "I like Renoir's works; they have an elegant, natural beauty, and the charming, smiling women he depicted." "I knew that to get her attention, I needed to resonate with her.
" "Oh, my sister said you studied music; how come you're also interested in art?" "Anything beautiful is universal. I like beautiful rhythms, and I also like beautiful colors and lines; these aren't contradictory." I deliberately showed off my knowledge, even though I only had a superficial understanding of some things.
"I never imagined you'd be so knowledgeable at such a young age, truly remarkable." Sure enough, she fell for my trick; I saw the joy in her eyes.
************ I saw her melancholy gaze piercing the hazy night, approaching me. Although the warm orange light was filtered through a thin veil, I could still strongly feel her deep affection and sorrow permeating the small room.
She looked haggard; it was clear she hadn't been doing well these past few days.
I gently touched her thin face; its former rosy hue had been replaced by pallor. "My dear sister, I've come to see you." Although she was a year older than me, before her, I was a mountain, an ocean, capable of encompassing and embracing her. A tear
welled up in my eye; I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, even though I didn't love her.
"I've been thinking of you, hoping you'd come to me, but... but... I can't wait. I know you're angry with me. I want to apologize, but..." Her voice choked with emotion. I had seen this kind of heart-wrenching longing and love on my mother's face before, three years ago when my father was seriously ill and nearly died. The serene and sorrowful beauty of my mother facing death at her bedside is still deeply etched in the deepest part of my soul.
"Alright, you should rest quietly now. I want to wait until you get better so we can talk about Beethoven, Mozart, and Chopin. I'll play you Waltz No. 7, okay?" I comforted the poor little thing. In these chaotic times, I inevitably wanted to play the role of a hero, even though I've never been interested in historical missions or a sense of justice. "
To be romantic without being vulgar" is my motto.
I gently kissed her small nose. Her slightly upturned cherry lips, already flushed with color from my presence, were now slightly rosy. I leaned down and kissed her deeply. She let out a soft moan and, overcome with emotion
, fainted. My mother possessed an innate beauty, captivating and alluring. My father once wrote on a portrait of her: "More persuasive than flowers, more fragrant than jade."
I especially loved seeing her sitting quietly in the attic playing the violin under the alluring moonlight. That nobility, that elegance, had once made my young heart race and left me breathless.
So when I saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang again, I felt a powerful urge, my blood burning in my veins. Such a beautiful body should not be violated by anyone; it should belong only to me! Tears welled in my eyes as I leaned against the window, silently watching my mother's serpentine body writhe.
When my mother returned home, she found me sitting on the floor, my face cold and indifferent, with a samurai sword that my father had seized from the Japanese years ago beside me.
"Xiao Yong, what are you doing? Trying to scare your mother?" I looked into her beautiful eyes, then down to her high, straight nose and slightly parted cherry lips. Perhaps it was because we had just made love, but my mother exuded an indescribable allure.
I said, "I saw everything, Mom. How can you do this to my father, who was wrongfully imprisoned, and to your son who loves you so much?" My mother's face flushed instantly, and she took a few steps back, whispering, "Don't tell your father, he has a heart condition." Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears as she looked at me.
I said coldly, "I can't say anything about what you did." My mother blushed, buried her face in her hands, and burst into tears. "I had no choice, Xiaoyong, that scoundrel, he... if I hadn't done this, your father would have been in even worse shape. I... I..." My heart softened, and I quickly hugged my mother, saying, "Mom, forgive me, I shouldn't have treated you like this, you've suffered so much too." My mother hugged me even tighter: "Child, we have such a hard life, born into this heartless era. Don't look down on your mother, don't ignore her." My mother's voice was always soft, but at this moment it had an alluring charm.
My heart fluttered, and with a sudden movement, I pulled my mother onto my knees. My mother looked at me reproachfully and said,
"What kind of behavior is this? Put me down." My eyes lit up, and I looked straight at my mother's face, lowered my head, and kissed my mother's warm lips. My mother struggled, but I could clearly feel that she wasn't trying very hard.
My right hand slipped inside my mother's bra. Her breasts, hardened with excitement, were now even more erect. I pulled off her bra and slid it down her body. Her disheveled vulva was already dripping with lustful fluid. Overwhelmed with excitement, I stood up and pulled down my pants. My mother, seeing my erect penis swaying before her, cried out, "Xiaofeng, we can't do this! I'm your mother!" At that moment, I had no concept of morality; the scene I had just witnessed replayed in my mind. I pounced on her. My mother convulsed beneath me and cried. With each frenzied thrust, she moaned, though she tried to suppress it, the soft groans between her breaths were incredibly alluring.
I repeatedly penetrated her from different positions. She felt a burning sensation in her lower body and clung to me tightly, fainting. Exhausted, I lay down on top of her and fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke to find my mother as usual, having prepared breakfast and waiting for me to get up. Lying in bed, watching my mother's beautiful face as she busied herself, I secretly vowed: I must make my mother happy in this life... and never let anyone bully her again.
I took the food basket from my mother's hands, not wanting her to fall into the tiger's den again. As soon as I entered, Hang Tianfang couldn't help but ask why my mother wasn't there. I lied and said she had gone home, so I was taking her place, but I knew the truth would eventually come out. That beast would find out sooner or later. I had to figure out what to do when I got home. As soon as
I got back, I couldn't help but pick up my mother and throw her onto the bed. My mother, soft as cotton, plied beneath me, responding to my movements. We reached our climax again and again, indulging in this intoxicating pleasure.
In the quiet night, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. My mother asked from inside, "Who is it? In the middle of the night?" The knocking outside was still urgent. My mother put on her clothes and went to open the door. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was Hang Tianfang.
She hurriedly invited him in; she didn't want to offend him, after all, my father was still under his control.
The moment Hang Tianfang saw my mother, his eyes lit up, and his filthy hands reached for her body. My mother tried to dodge, but this only fueled the shameless beast's lust. He hoisted her onto his back, yanked down her pants, revealing her smooth buttocks, and then pulled out his manhood, thrusting it in with lust.
I slipped off my bed unnoticed, grabbed a carrying pole from behind the door, and quietly stood behind Hang Tianfang. My mother, lying beneath him, could clearly see me. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his body, but I swung the pole in a circle and struck him hard on the back of the head.
Even many years later, I can still vividly recall this detail: Hang Tianfang's brains splattered, and he died instantly.
Years later, I've always wondered, was living in that distorted era a blessing or a curse?
I stood there, stunned, for a long time. My mother, her graceful figure trembling, looked at me helplessly. The bloody scene and my naked mother strangely stimulated my nerves.
I calmly held my mother's cold hand to comfort her.
"Mom, chop him up and feed him to the dogs." I drew the gleaming samurai sword, breathed on it, flicked it with my finger, and then swung it a few times in the air.
My mother closed her beautiful, expressive eyes in fright, unable to bear watching my skillful, almost surgical, movements. In an instant, Hang Tianfang was cut into five parts: the bloody head, the hands, the feet, and the body in half for easier packaging.
After finishing, I let out a long sigh. "Finally chopped up. This guy's bones are pretty hard. Mom, you can open your eyes now. From now on, no one can bully you anymore." My mother squinted slightly, noticing five bulging sacks that looked quite heavy. Blood was everywhere, the house reeked of it, but my mother wasn't afraid. She'd seen my father's bloodstained remains many times before, her fear gradually turning to apathy, and eventually numbness.
"Mom, you clean the house. I'll handle this," I said, loading the sacks onto a wheelbarrow—our usual mode of transport, capable of carrying several hundred kilograms by myself. By the time we finished, dawn was breaking.
...Why did we ultimately leave this small place where we'd lived for nearly twenty years? I think there are three reasons. Shortly after we killed Hang Tianfang, my father finally left this world, filled with unanswered questions. His file was stamped with a large red seal, the conclusion being "suicide by the Party, suicide by the people." My mother didn't want to live in that place of sorrow anymore.
Of course, the most important reason was that my mother later discovered she was pregnant, carrying my child.
So I took my mother and boarded the eastward-bound train. Wherever it rumbled towards, I knew that in the vast road ahead, I would find my place.
Farewell to all the women who once loved me, to all the years gone by, and to all the mountains and rivers I once traversed!
[The End]

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