Niu Da Chou's Romantic Adventures

Character Profiles:

Niu Da Chou: His fate changed after winning the lottery, leading him down a path of entrepreneurship and womanizing.

Lin Xiaoya: Da Chou's neighbor, a college beauty, and his first woman.

Tie Chunhan: Known as "Iron Fairy," she is Da Chou's dream girl and the object of many men's affections.

Li Qianhui: The daughter-in-law of a high-ranking official, a famous beauty, and Da Chou's intimate lover.

Yang Xiaojun: Da Chou's colleague at the clothing market, known as "The Strong Rose."

Tang Xiaocong: A college girl, Da Chou's tenant. She has an oval face, slightly dark skin, and pretty eyes.

Jin Yujiao: A leader's mistress, with whom Da Chou has an affair.

Yang Shuihua: Chunhan's cousin-in-law, a mature woman.

Xiaoju: Da Chou's ex-girlfriend. Ye

Rulian: Da Chou's "school beauty" from his student days, now working at the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

Class Beauty: Works at a bank, a married woman.

Guan Jinxiu: A kidnapped woman from Hebei.

Li Tiecheng: A wealthy man from the provincial capital, whom Da Chou rescued.

Li Jiaju: Li Tiecheng's son.

Zhao Baogui: Xiao Cong's fellow villager, a college student.

(I) Winning

author: aqqwso

Niu Da Chou, from a small town outside the pass, is an orphan who makes a living by riding a donkey.

He lives in two brick houses. Every night after finishing his rickshaw ride, he buys some side dishes to go home with his drinks.

Da Gang, who lives in the backyard, is his drinking buddy. When they drink, Da Chou often bursts into tears and tells his drinking buddy about his troubles.

Da Chou's real name is Da You. When he was a child, he got into a fight and someone scratched his face with a piece of porcelain. Afterwards,

a long scar was left on his left cheek, so people called him Da Chou. To be fair, if he didn't have the scar, he would at least

meet the standard of an ordinary person.

Because of his looks, girls in elementary school refused to sit at the same table as him. In

junior high, he wrote a love letter to the class beauty, but she tore it up in front of him, snorted, and walked away with her chest puffed out and hips swaying. In high school, he mustered up his courage and confessed his love to the school beauty, who

looked him up and down and calmly said, "Maybe in your next life."

Before the college entrance exam, he studied day and night, determined to prove himself; he was a top student,

ranking third in the entire grade. Unexpectedly, his father, his only family, fell from a height while working on a construction site and

died devastating blow caused him to fail his exams. He even considered climbing to the top of the tallest building in town and

jumping off like a hero.

After that, he started cycling. The thought of a high-achieving high school student cycling like a roughneck made him

feel terrible, but over time, he got used to it.

Soon after he started cycling, he met Xiaoju, a vegetable vendor. As they spent more time together, they fell in love.

But the good times didn't last. Xiaoju changed her mind; the other man was better off than Da Chou, much more handsome.

What could Da Chou compete with? He could only hide at home, drinking and weeping. From then on, he dared not think of

women . He went about his life as usual: cycling, drinking, chatting with friends—these constituted the main content of his life.

Of course, there was also buying lottery tickets, his only dream, which he had persisted with for several years.

One day, during a nap, he dreamt of a set of numbers. He remembered them when he woke up, and while going out to work, he bought

a ticket and filled in the numbers from his dream. When he checked the results, he had won the first prize!

Was this a dream? He rubbed his eyes. Yes, he felt dizzy and almost collapsed

. He didn't scream, but quickly went home, slammed the door shut, and cried and laughed for a while before calming down.

The next steps were relatively easy. He took his ID card, went to the provincial capital, withdrew the cash, and deposited it in the local

bank , keeping only a small amount for himself—only 500,000 yuan.

He returned home, but unlike some who became nouveau riche and flaunted their wealth, he remained low-key

and continued his normal life, riding his bicycle as usual, his mind racing with plans for the next step.

He quickly decided on his future: he wanted to go out and make his way in the world. The outside world was exciting—luxury cars, fine wine,

and beautiful women. Now that he had money, he should enjoy himself.

That evening, he sat in a chair, lost in thought. He decided to find a woman to satisfy his cravings. But who should he choose? He couldn't go to

a prostitute; he'd be taken advantage of. Poor Da Chou, already thirty, had never seen a woman's vagina. Since it was his first

time , he needed to find a virgin. But finding a virgin was easier said than done; many said that finding a virgin these days

required going to kindergarten.

Lost in these thoughts, the door opened, and Xiao Ya entered. Xiao Ya was Da Gang's younger sister, a university student in the provincial capital.

Among the young women Da Chou knew, very few gave him a second glance, but Xiao Ya was different. Every time she came home,

she would visit Da Chou, helping him cook and do laundry. Her family was originally well-off, but her father died last year, and her mother

's income alone was barely enough to support her schooling. Then, Da Gang's job went out of business.

Therefore, Xiao Ya's school fees became a problem. She barely made it through last semester, and this semester she had to pay again

. With the start of the new semester fast approaching, Xiao Ya and her mother were borrowing money everywhere, but they were still far short.

"Xiao Ya, sit down. You look so worried. What's wrong? Tell me, I'll help you."

"Brother Da Chou, I'm not going to university." Xiao Ya fought back tears.

"Nonsense! You finally got in, how can you not go?"

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't afford it. I'm practically selling myself." Xiao Ya burst into tears.

"How much more do you need?" Da Chou asked calmly. "More than three thousand. Even if everything goes smoothly this year, how will you pay

for the tuition ?"

"How much will it cost to complete the whole course?"

"More than ten thousand." Xiao Ya sobbed.

"I have twenty thousand here, take it all." Da Chou looked at her and said firmly.

"No, that's what your father left you. You still need to get married."

"Get married what? Looking like this, who would marry me?" Da Chou said indifferently.

"Brother Da Chou, you lent me all the money, how can I thank you?"

"That's easy, how about you repay me with your body?" Da Chou teased her with a smile.

Xiao Ya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, hugged him tightly, and said softly, "Brother Da Chou, I'm yours..."

"You can do whatever you want."

"It's not because of my money that you're saying this."

"No, I've liked you for a long time, you're like a big, clumsy ox." Da Chou was moved and hugged her tightly.

He raised his head and pressed his lips to the beautiful girl's fragrant lips, licking and rubbing them. The girl,

being an amateur, didn't know what to do.

Da Chou wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down, grabbing, kneading, and patting her full buttocks. The girl's

breathing became heavy, and she instinctively twisted her waist, trying to escape his hands, but this only made things more stimulating for Da Chou.

Da Chou stuck his tongue into her small mouth; the girl opened her teeth, and her fragrant tongue was already being sucked by Da Chou, sucking again... Another

smack, this action rapidly ignited their desire. Da Chou reached for the girl's breasts again, caressing them through her clothes—firm,

soft, and incredibly elastic.

"Excellent," he thought, "the wonderful feeling makes Da Chou lift her clothes and unhook her white bra." The girl tried

to stop him , but to no avail.

In the blink of an eye, a pair of firm, snow-white, rounded breasts were revealed, the pink nipples more alluring than cherries,

driving Da Chou wild. He used both hands to grasp and pinch them, teasing the nipples, reveling in the experience, while the girl...

Enjoying herself, she moaned with pleasure.

Soon, Big Ugly lowered his head, using his mouth to caress her breasts, kneading one, sucking on the other, then

switching.

The girl blushed, her eyes half-closed, occasionally uttering, "Ah...ah...no...Big Ugly

Brother...you're so naughty..."

Big Ugly was brimming with pride, a far cry from his usual unlucky self. Watching videos was nothing compared to this;

heaven had finally been kind, sending such a beautiful little girl for him to play with. A pretty girl is... "Good, one look and my thing

's hard."

Da Chou reached into the girl's pants, groping for her secret place, slipping into her tight panties. The grass

was thick and slippery. Hidden within the grass was a hot spring, wetting Da Chou's hand.

What was it like there? He wanted to know. Thinking this, he carried Xiao Ya to the bed and then began to strip her naked

from head to toe . Xiao Ya was too ashamed to open her eyes. Da Chou stripped himself naked as well, and, brimming with lust, lay down on her.

He whispered in the girl's ear, "Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Want what?"

"I want..."

"Tell me?" she whispered, "I want your thing."

"What's it called?"

"A big cock."

Da Chou laughed, "Sis wants a big cock, so brother will give it to you." "Saying this, he parted the girl's

thighs and examined her closely. He saw that her pubic hair was curly, and under its cover, a vertical slit was faintly visible.

Da Chou parted the pubic hair, and the slit was bright red, tender, and slightly cracked, dripping with saliva. When

he touched it with his finger, even more saliva appeared.

The girl cried out, "Brother Da Chou... don't touch it... I can't take it..."

Da Chou withdrew his hand, but put his mouth to it, pouring all his passion onto the girl's little hole. His snake

-like tongue searched the inside and outside of the little hole meticulously. After a while, he still felt unsatisfied, so he knelt down, hugged

the girl's white buttocks, making her lower body face up, her gate wide open. Then, his tongue went up again, sucking her labia and

licking her anus.

He made the girl feel like she was dying and being reborn, and she cried out, "Brother Da Chou... don't... torment me anymore, hurry up...

come on..."

Da Chou stopped: "Come on what?"

"Come fuck me."

Hearing this, Da Chou finally let her go. He positioned himself, his large penis erect, and aimed at her mysterious place, trying to force it

in . Being a virgin, the girl cried out in pain as soon as his head entered. Da

Chou played with her breasts, kissed her lips, and said, "Little sister, bear with it,

it'll be over ."

The girl nodded. Da Chou pulled his penis out, rubbed it against the outside of her opening for a while, and then re-

entered . Feeling something blocking his way, he thrust in forcefully, his large penis going all the way in, and tears streamed down the girl's face.

Da Chou stopped, lovingly licking away each tear. After a long while, feeling she was slightly better, he slowly began to move.

Seeing the girl's furrowed brow gradually relax, he understood and quickened his pace. Under his movements, the girl began to sing

a sweet, joyful song. Da Chou wasn't stupid; he was thrilled. Finally, a

girl had been conquered by him, and he was incredibly proud.

The sensation of penetration was indeed indescribable; the little hole was tight... He gripped her large, fleshy penis and began rubbing against

her ,

sending waves of pleasure through her. It was warm, wet, and slippery inside; every movement made her itch. If she hadn't been holding back, she would have already ejaculated. He couldn't ejaculate; he couldn't bear to part with the ecstasy of their lovemaking, he didn't want to let go of this beautiful body. He thrust in and

out, rapidly, slowing down at the first sign of ejaculation, then speeding up again after the initial tension.

This frenzy made the girl cry out in ecstasy, finally reaching orgasm with a loud shout, a gush of fluid spraying

onto his penis.

He mustered his strength and thrust in and out over a hundred more times before finally releasing his virgin semen into her little hole. The girl couldn't help but moan

, "It's so hot."

Da Chou seized the opportunity to ask, "Brother, was it good?"

"Excellent. Sister really wants to be with brother like this every day." "The girl uttered a dreamlike voice.

Da Chou held her close, savoring the warmth after the storm. The girl, newly touched by the rain, looked truly captivating, her bright eyes half-

open, shyly gazing at him. When she saw him looking at her, she quickly looked away.

After a long while, the girl struggled to get up, wanting to go home. After they dressed, the girl threw herself into Da Chou's arms again,

saying sweetly, "If you're willing, brother, I'll come back and be your wife after I graduate."

"Sister, I like you too. I want to marry you, but I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you."

"Don't say that. I'm willing to follow you. However, if you meet a good girl before I graduate,

I won't hold you back."

Da Chou was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.

Da Chou escorted Xiao Ya to her door before leaving. "A golden carp is no ordinary fish! Tomorrow I'll take flight;

I am a dragon!"

(II) Bathhouse

Author: aqqwso

After breakfast and a short rest, Da Chou went to the bank to withdraw the 20,000 yuan he had painstakingly saved over the years.

In the past, holding 20,000 yuan would have made his heart race with nervousness, but now he was much calmer. He personally delivered the money to Xiao Ya's house, and Xiao Ya's mother was so grateful she was speechless.

Xiao Ya didn't say much, but gazed at him tenderly with her bright eyes.

Taking advantage of Xiao Ya's mother going to the outer room to get him some water, Da Chou gave Xiao Ya a wicked smile and made a sexual gesture, making Xiao Ya blush. She glared at him reproachfully and turned away.

She knew he was thinking about the pleasure of the previous night. Remembering her own experience, a flame of desire rose within her. It was truly shameful, yet also exciting and exhilarating. No wonder girls are so eager to get married; the secret is here.

After leaving Xiaoya's house, Xiaoya saw him to the door.

Da Chou turned back and asked, "When are you leaving, little sister?"

"Tomorrow."

Da Chou looked at her and said, "Take good care of yourself."

"You too, wait for me to come back and be with you. Also, write to me when you have time."

Da Chou nodded.

Xiaoya said, "I'll miss you." She smiled sweetly at him.

Da Chou laughed, "I'll miss you even more down there."

Xiaoya snorted, turned and walked away, but after a few steps, she suddenly turned back, laughing and scolding, "You bad boy, I hate you!"

Looking at her retreating figure, Da Chou suddenly felt like a happy person. The contrast between then and now was like flying from hell to heaven; life is truly unpredictable!

Da Chou pedaled his bike for a few more days. Then, he started selling his house and belongings, even his donkey, his means of survival. He declared that he was going to the city to work, to make his way in the world, and he wouldn't return until he was a respectable person.

This action greatly impressed his colleagues, who praised him for his decisiveness and manly spirit. Meanwhile, the elderly neighbors whispered, "That spendthrift, he doesn't live a proper life, he's got no sense of propriety. Just wait and see, he'll be back with his tail between his legs in a few days."

These poor friends pooled their money to prepare a farewell meal for Da Chou at a small eatery. Although the food wasn't fancy and the wine wasn't expensive, Da Chou was in high spirits, eating and drinking just as much as everyone else. This pure friendship and deep human warmth brought tears to Da Chou's eyes. That night, he got drunk, and his friends took him home.

Before leaving, he went to Xiao Ya's house again and gave her all the unsold items.

Xiao Ya's mother said, "If things aren't going well there, come back quickly, there's no need to force yourself." She also told him to visit Xiao Ya when he had time.

Da Chou asked for her address before saying goodbye.

Flipping through the calendar, he chose a date and set off.

On a sunny morning, a minibus carrying Da Chou and his dreams sped towards the provincial capital. He sat by the window, clutching his newly bought handbag—a 25,000 yuan bag he'd acquired for twenty yuan—containing all his savings.

He felt this was the only money truly for himself; the other 500,000 yuan, for safety, was deposited in the bank. This money was like a flower in water, a moon in a mirror—not very real. Da Chou felt that it might grow wings and fly away any day, and he wouldn't regret it, since he'd earned it all himself.

Four hours later, the bus entered the outskirts of the provincial capital. Da Chou glanced out the window; this area wasn't much better than his hometown, just with more buildings and wider roads. The roads were riddled with potholes, big and small. Pedestrians could walk, but when large vehicles passed, the bus swayed from side to side, especially those loaded high with cargo, making one worry it might overturn at any moment.

At the Sankeshu station, Da Chou got off the bus, feeling like he'd been released from prison.

His backside ached from sitting all the way, so he stretched as he stood on the ground in the provincial capital. It was midday, the sun was blazing, and his clothes were no match for the heat. He wiped the sweat from his face.

A few men and women approached from the opposite direction, asking the disembarking passengers if they had any lodgings. Their attitude and aggressive manner were practically threatening. Da Chou didn't want to deal with them and hurried forward. He remembered a small eatery not far ahead, not a proper building, but a makeshift stall with four steel pillars supporting a canopy, completely open to the elements. His stomach was rumbling.

Sure enough, the canopy was still there, and the same dark-skinned woman was still running it. He went in, sat down, ordered a bowl of cold noodles and four steamed buns, and then started looking around. His last trip had been a waste; he'd come and gone quickly. He hadn't seen any of the famous sights or skyscrapers, and he hadn't even had a chance to properly observe the women of the provincial capital.

Last time, he was so nervous, his heart was in his throat, always afraid someone would stab him. Today was different; he was very calm.

Da Chou looked outside, paying particular attention to young women. The provincial capital was famous nationwide for its "dressing." He didn't know what the word meant—was it fashionable and expensive, or cleverly revealing?

A girl walked by, wearing a red bellyband, her shoulders exposed, very individualistic.

Da Chou had never seen anyone dressed like that in his hometown, so he glanced at her a few more times. After the girl passed, she turned her back to him.

Da Chou was surprised to find that her back was completely naked, smooth, and gleaming with a healthy, slightly dark sheen in the sunlight. However, from that back, Da Chou couldn't help but think of other things. His gaze slid down to her buttocks.

At this moment, another woman walked by, blocking Da Chou's view. Da Chou had no choice but to look at her. She had a slender figure, wearing a very short skirt; indeed, very short, down to her upper thighs; her legs were covered in stockings, with nice lines. Unexpectedly, the woman's small bag fell to the ground. As she bent down to pick it up, her skirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage.

Da Chou had a perfect angle and got a full view.

Underneath her skirt were plump, round buttocks, white and perfect, with a deep cleft. Da Chou initially thought she wasn't wearing underwear, but upon closer inspection, he discovered she was indeed wearing a strip of fabric. This sight suddenly ignited a fire within Da Chou; his manhood hardened, almost bursting through his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and "take her."

Suddenly, the proprietress placed a bowl of noodles in front of him, bringing him back to his senses.

The proprietress, seeing his foolish expression, couldn't help but laugh. Embarrassed, Da Chou lowered his head and ate voraciously. After finishing, he was covered in sweat, his clothes clinging to his body, making him very uncomfortable. He paid the bill and asked if there was a bathhouse nearby.

The proprietress replied, "Of course there is. Go west past five intersections, turn left, and there's one inside."

Da Chou thanked her.

The proprietress continued, "Young man, that's a good place. But you need money. If you don't, you'd better behave yourself. If you don't, you'll get into trouble." After saying this, the proprietress smiled, a mysterious and ambiguous smile.

Da Chou didn't understand and didn't ask any more questions. He just grabbed his bag and left.

Following the directions, Da Chou wiped his sweat several times before reaching his destination, his sleeves stained black. He looked up and observed the bathhouse. The storefront was not small, the decor was average, and he figured it wouldn't be too expensive, but he still hesitated for a long time before pushing open the door.

He asked the waiter how much the cheapest bath was, and the waiter replied, "Our prices are all the same here." He then led him to a private room.

The room was quite large, easily 30 square meters, with a shower, a tub, and a steam room. There were also various bath amenities, and new pajamas hung on the wall. There was a large, soft bed against the wall.

Da Chou soaked in the water, then showered, and then lay naked on the bed to rest, feeling completely comfortable. Before he knew it, he was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Da Chou asked, "Who is it?"

A woman outside replied, "Please open the door, sir. I'm a masseuse."

Da Chou had never had a massage before and wanted to try it. So, he put on the pajamas and opened the door.

A young woman wrapped in a bath towel walked in. She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a good figure. She had a decent appearance and a charming smile, exuding a seductive allure.

Following the woman's instructions, Da Chou first lay face down, and the woman straddled him, pinching his head, choking his neck, and patting his back. Surprisingly, it felt quite comfortable.

When she placed her hand on Da Chou's buttocks, it felt like an electric shock, igniting his lust and making him hard again. He was being tormented by being pinned down. "Just bear with it," he thought, "it'll probably get better soon."

A moment later, Da Chou was lying flat on his back. This time, the woman only glanced at other parts of his body, focusing particularly on his penis. She grabbed it through his nightgown; it was already showing its lecherous nature, hard as iron, and it would rise again even when pressed down. The woman skillfully rubbed and caressed it, and Da Chou's lust flared up.

He tried to control himself, thinking, "I can't do anything like that here."

But the woman wasn't satisfied with the status quo; she simply reached in from below, directly touching his penis. Flesh against flesh, Da Chou panted heavily, thinking, "If this continues, I can't help but commit a crime."

The woman laughed, "It's so hot, take everything off." Without further ado, she unbuttoned Da Chou's clothes.

Soon, Da Chou was naked. The woman looked him over; though his appearance wasn't exactly flattering, his body was quite strong, especially his thick, long penis, which stood tall like a flagpole; the veins on it bulged, and the glans was bigger than a ping-pong ball.

The woman had seen countless men, but such a treasure was rare. The more she looked at it, the more she loved it, wanting to study it properly. So she straddled Da Chou, repeatedly stroking, rubbing, pulling, and spreading it, until a large drop of sticky fluid oozed from his penis.

Da Chou felt so comfortable he wanted to cry out. Because the woman was kneeling and leaning forward, her buttocks were sticking up high. This wasn't unusual; what was unusual was that Da Chou discovered her insides were empty; her white buttocks, tight anus, and hairy little hole were like a beautiful sight before his eyes.

Da Chou swallowed hard, quickly reaching over to touch her buttocks. They weren't large, but they were very elastic. Parting the pubic hair, her labia were exposed. The woman's vulva was contracting and expanding with each breath, and a few drops of fluid had already flowed out.

Da Chou pinched her clitoris with his fingers, and the woman moaned, "Brother...please...don't touch it...it's so itchy..."

Da Chou's interest grew even stronger, and he used his other hand to help, inserting two fingers into her vagina and moving them around. With both hands working together, the woman's cries grew louder, and suddenly she lowered her head and took his penis into her mouth, licking and sucking it endlessly.

Da Chou was experiencing oral sex for the first time and exclaimed with pleasure, "So comfortable, so good!" He also intensified his work.

Just as Da Chou was about to lose control, he flipped the woman over and pinned her down, aiming his large penis at her wet vagina and thrusting it in forcefully. The woman cried out in satisfaction, "Good, good~~~" and raised her limbs, wrapping them around Da Chou's body.

Da Chou rallied his spirits and thrust into her vagina with a splashing sound, and her vaginal fluids flowed incessantly.

The woman responded enthusiastically, twisting her hips and thrusting her lower body, crying out, "Big cock...

brother... you... are really good... you've fucked my... little hole... so hard... fuck me...

fuck me to death..."

Da Chou, while vigorously thrusting, pinched her not-so-large breasts, saying, "You cunt... not bad...

tight... gripping my cock... feels so good... you want to die... okay... I'll satisfy you today...

let you die enough..."

The woman sang loudly.

After a while, Da Chou told the woman to change positions. The woman rolled over, sticking her buttocks up. Da Chou raised his large penis, without even lifting it, and after a few wiggles in her buttocks, as if it had eyes, he thrust it all the way in with a whoosh. He slapped her buttocks with both hands, and his penis moved faster, so fast it was dizzying, making the woman's screams echo throughout the room, and she uttered all sorts of vulgarities.

Da Chou was quite pleased with himself, grabbing her breasts and buttocks, and poking her anus with his index finger. The woman instinctively contracted. Da Chou then got some of her vaginal fluid on his finger and inserted it, causing the woman to cry out in pain.

For some reason, as Da Chou watched his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, he suddenly remembered another vagina, a pure and beautiful one that only he had ever visited. After so many days, it must be even more alluring now.

In that moment of distraction, he reached his climax, and streams of warm semen shot into the woman's cunt like bullets.

(III) Peeping into Secrets

Author: aqqwso

Da Chou rested for a while, then got dressed and went out. It was a dangerous place, so he decided to leave quickly.

He calculated that it totaled three hundred yuan. This three hundred yuan would have been enough for half a month's earnings while he was pedaling his bicycle. He wondered how many people he would have carried and how much sweat he would have shed. Therefore, when he paid, he felt a slight pang of pain in his heart.

As he left, the woman winked at him and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, come again sometime."

Da Chou didn't reply and quickly left.

Once on the street, he strode confidently until he could no longer see the bathhouse. Only then did he feel safe; if the police caught him, he'd be in deep trouble.

He needed to find a hotel. Da Chou inquired about prices at each place. The cheapest was fifteen yuan for a four-person room; a single room was thirty yuan. Da Chou hesitated for a moment, then chose the cheapest single room. He went inside, closed the door, and began thinking about tomorrow. He decided to look around first.

That evening, he bought two boxed lunches nearby. As soon as it got dark, he lay down. In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door, asking if he needed a prostitute.

Da Chou opened the door halfway and saw a woman in her mid-thirties, beautiful and dressed provocatively.

Da Chou initially wanted to let her in, but considering safety first, he closed the door again. He was unfamiliar with the area and didn't want to fall into a trap; being extorted wasn't worth it.

In the morning, he went to a street stall and ordered two bowls of soy milk and half a pound of fried dough sticks, eating until his mouth was shiny with oil. After wiping his mouth, he boarded the bus to Qiulin.

This time, he was more cunning on the bus. Last time, he boarded the wrong bus, and when the conductor asked him, he realized he'd been on the wrong bus, drawing mocking looks from everyone on the bus. This time, he carefully checked the route sign before boarding. He

got off at "Qiulin." Looking at "Qiulin," he saw it was across a wide road, with iron railings on both sides; he had to use an underpass to get across. As he descended the underpass, he carefully observed the famous shopping mall. It wasn't tall, a long, green building, and the two golden characters "Qiulin" were very eye-catching in the sunlight.

Only after confirming the location of "Qiulin" did he step into the underpass.

But when they came up again, it wasn't "Qiulin." "Qiulin" had moved to the right across the alley. There was no other way but to turn around and go down the passage again. After two more twists and turns, they finally arrived at the entrance of "Qiulin."

The sidewalk in front of the door was teeming with people, a sea of heads. It seemed that family planning really was necessary.

In the open space, there were people begging for money. Some sat on the ground wearing cotton coats, with a piece of cloth in front of them bearing a tragic story. There were also children, their upper bodies bare and dark, kneeling on the hard paving stones, heads bowed, faces full of sorrow, a teacup in front of them. Many kind and compassionate people were there, occasionally throwing money over.

Da Chou didn't join the fun. He'd heard there were many swindlers these days, dressed in various disguises to cheat people out of money.

Da Chou wandered around Qiulin Park carefully, but he didn't remember much about the layout or the merchandise. The only thing he remembered was the abundance of beautiful young women among the waitresses, which made his penis erect, and he had probably sexually assaulted countless men with his eyes.

He had no destination, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly. On a small Jiefang truck, there was a poster announcing a martial arts and song and dance performance at Xiangfang Park. It even featured pictures of bikini-clad women swaying their hips. Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to join the fun.

He entered the park, paying three yuan for admission. The martial arts performers were a group of monks. One monk held a spear to his throat, while several strong men gripped and pushed it forward. The monk's face turned serious, his body shifted forward, and suddenly he shouted. The spear had bent into an arc shape, and everyone applauded and cheered.

As for the singing and dancing, there wasn't anything particularly outstanding, but it received far more applause than the martial arts performance. This was because the actresses, dressed in bikinis, would sometimes lean forward, exposing most of their breasts, sometimes stick out their buttocks, their large buttocks taut as if about to burst out of their clothes. Sometimes they would lean back, their crotches bulging, making one want to protest that the fabric was too thick, obscuring the true view.

Da Chou's eyes were also burning with desire; his pants were digging painfully into his penis. Luckily, he was sitting; if he were standing, he probably wouldn't be able to straighten his back.

Not far from the park, a factory was recruiting workers, and several hundred people were gathered there, with a registration desk at the entrance.

Da Chou squeezed in and glanced at the advertisement, which essentially said: "Our factory has invested heavily in the production of a new product, sponge iron, and is currently short of one hundred male workers. The wages are generous, and room and board are free. Anyone young, strong, and healthy can apply.

" Da Chou looked at the registration desk and saw a long queue of people waiting to register. He thought to himself, "I've never worked a day in my life, and I really want to experience what it's like to work. Besides, there are no appearance restrictions, and if the job isn't good, I can easily quit." So, he joined the ranks of those who signed up.

Quickly, after the physical exam in the afternoon, he entered the dormitory. According to regulations, you had to bring your own luggage.

Da Chou didn't have any luggage, so he told the factory manager to see if they could help him. The factory manager asked him a few simple questions about his personal situation and then instructed a section chief to handle the matter.

The section chief led him to a warehouse and brought out a set of

clothes. Of course, Da Chou had to pay a deposit of one hundred yuan. Da Chou was surprised when he first saw the section chief. She was a woman, and quite beautiful, about thirty years old, exuding a youthful yet mature charm; over 1.7 meters tall, with full breasts and a curvaceous figure, long flowing hair; large, bright eyes that sparkled; beautiful red lips that always wore a smile; a well-fitting suit dress that made her look like a businesswoman.

Da Chou, mustering his courage, glanced at her a few more times, his heart pounding. The section chief also glanced at him a couple more times; perhaps someone like him was a rare sight.

All the way, Da Chou followed behind, staring at the alluring sway of her hips, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her, his mind wandering: "Just to hold a woman like that would be a blessing; if I could get inside her, it would be worth sacrificing ten years of my life. My husband is so damn lucky, he gets to enjoy such a beauty every day; his ancestors must be incredibly lucky."

The next day, at a meeting in the conference room, the factory director gave a passionate speech. The director was very refined, wearing glasses. The female section chief also spoke, her expressions vivid, her language elegant. All the men in the group focused their fiery gazes on her, as if they wanted to melt her. The female section chief remained calm, probably used to such stares. From the nameplate on the stage, Da Chou learned her name: Li Qianhui. The factory director's name was Ye Qiufan.

Soon, Da Chou started working. It turned out to be manual labor; he started by removing slag from the boiler for a few days. Two people worked together, pushing a cart down the sloping cement road to the furnace door. The work itself wasn't strenuous; however, once the furnace door was open, they had to use a shovel to scrape the embers off the ground and then shovel them back onto the cart. This process was unbearable for Da Chou; it was too hot, his face burned, and he almost fainted. The room was already hot, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked the workshop foreman for a transfer.

The foreman was kind enough to transfer him to sifting coal outdoors. Although it was dustier, Da Chou felt it was much better than the heat. However, another problem arose: the night shift was too much for him. He was a light sleeper; any noise in the room would keep him awake. When he returned to the dormitory in the morning, groggy from his shift, some people weren't sleeping; they were snoring and making noise, making it impossible for others to rest.

While others slept soundly, snoring loudly, he could only stare helplessly, asking them to be quiet. At first, they paid attention, but as they played around, they forgot and started shouting again. Over time, Da Chou became thinner. During the night shift, after working for a while, everyone else sat on the shovel handles, chatting and laughing, but Da Chou would lean against the coal pile, dozing off, half-asleep.

What kind of life was this? Da Chou was furious. It was much more comfortable at home, riding a donkey. At least there was freedom, and he could sleep well. He endured this for about half a month before deciding to leave. He wanted to see the factory manager, but after several visits to the manager's door, he hesitated.

That day, after much deliberation, he finally decided to leave. Looking at the date, he realized it was Saturday. A few of his roommates were still sleeping; most had gone out to have fun. Everyone called to Da Chou, but he didn't go. Da Chou went downstairs and paced around the courtyard. Unconsciously, he arrived at the building where the factory manager's office was located.

That building was on the far west side, and there was no one in front of it. He looked up and saw the factory manager's window was still open. Had he forgotten to close it? Or was he inside? If so, all the better; he'd go find him now.

The building was quiet. When he reached the top floor, he faintly heard moans—a woman's. Da Chou tiptoed towards the sound, finally stopping in front of the factory manager's door. Yes, this was the source of the sound. At the door, the sound was clearer, captivating and mesmerizing.

Da Chou wasn't satisfied with just the auditory assault; he craved a "video." Because the hidden lock on the door had broken yesterday and hadn't been replaced in time, there was a small hole in the door, stuffed with a wad of paper. Da Chou reached in and slowly poked it, removing the paper. The beautiful scene inside was revealed.

A man and a woman were making love, facing Da Chou sideways. The woman gripped the table with both hands, her large breasts peeking out from under her bra, bouncing rapidly like big white rabbits; her skirt was rolled up, revealing her buttocks, which were sticking out high and dazzlingly white, with a medium-sized penis thrusting in and out from behind. With each movement, the woman moaned incessantly: "Fan...Fan...you're doing it so well...it feels so good...it feels so good...don't stop...faster...let me...go to heaven..."

Her large buttocks thrust back forcefully. The man thrust again with great force, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, making his penis wet and dripping onto the ground. The man panted heavily and laughed: "Qianmei...your pussy...is so tight...it makes me...always want to cum...I've been fucking...for so many years...but...I'm still...not enough..."

While fucking, the man would occasionally harass the woman's buttocks and breasts.

"My pussy...is...your...fuck me...fuck me to death...if you don't fuck me...it's always itchy...I can't hold back..." the woman confessed in the form of moans.

The man grabbed her buttocks, thrusting hard while saying, "Then I... I'll... I'll... fuck you to death..."

Reaching his peak thrusting speed, he suddenly shuddered, and the woman said, "Don't... cum... I... haven't had enough..."

The man couldn't control himself and pulled out his penis, ejaculating onto the ground in spurts.

The woman turned around, squatted down, and took the penis into her mouth. Now, Da Chou finally saw who she was. Actually, he already knew from her voice—a beautiful face, captivating eyes, and an elegant demeanor. Even when giving a man oral sex, her gaze and movements remained refined; the word "slut" didn't apply to her at all.

Watching his dream goddess lick another man's penis, Da Chou felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could immediately become the man who possessed that penis.

After a long time of playing the flute, the dead snake still hadn't raised its head, and the woman stood up in disappointment.

The man said apologetically, "Let me lick it for you."

The woman obediently sat on the table, spreading her two plump, jade-like legs, revealing her hairy, wet, and rosy little treasure to Da Chou.

Just as he got a clear look, the man blocked his view. He bent down and kissed her vulva, making soft, sucking sounds, like a gentle kiss, before taking her clitoris into his mouth.

The woman opened her mouth, let out an "Ah!", tilted her head back, squinted her eyes, and moaned softly, grabbing the man's head with both hands.

The man worked hard, licking her labia with his tongue until she made a sound, her juices flowing freely, which he swallowed without any disgust.

The woman moaned, "Fan... I love... you... forever... I love you..."

After a few minutes, she cried out and stopped.

The man sat down, pulled the woman into his arms, and teased, "Qianmei, you not only have a beautiful face, but also an absolutely amazing pussy. Any man who can fuck you even once should be shot on the spot."

The woman opened her eyes and smiled, "Then you'd be shot countless times already. I'll shoot you right now." Saying this, she tapped his head with her finger.

The woman got out of his arms and said, "Hurry up and put your clothes on, don't let anyone find out." Saying this, she went to find her underwear.

The ugly man outside the door, seeing that the show was over, turned and left. If he didn't leave, he would surely be caught.

As the woman straightened up to pull up her underwear, she suddenly noticed that the crumpled paper in the doorway had fallen to the ground. She quickly opened the door and looked into the corridor, but no one was there. She then ran to the window and looked down, just in time to see the ugly man leaving through the building entrance and running eastward.

Her heart sank, and she thought to herself, "Oh no, I've been exposed. I have to find a way to silence him. If word gets out, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The man, seeing that she hadn't pulled her underwear up properly, came over to help and asked her, "Did you find anything? Is anyone there?"

The woman kissed him on the cheek and said sweetly, "Darling, everything is normal." But her mind was in turmoil as she thought of a solution.

(IV) Qianhui

Author: aqqwso

Ever since that day of peeping, the ugly man had always had that breathtaking and blood-pumping scene flashing before his eyes: large breasts shaking, waves rising and falling; buttocks trembling, boundless spring.

Da Chou's penis couldn't resist temptation, and he secretly masturbated many times. Each time he ejaculated, he imagined it was being pulled out of her vagina, silently calling her name, and fantasizing about her moaning and groans as she writhed under his penis's assault.

The scene was incredibly beautiful, allowing Da Chou to fully enjoy the superiority of being a man. Little did he know, his whereabouts had been exposed; if he had known, he would have run away long ago, even if it meant losing his wages.

That day, Da Chou didn't have work. He took advantage of the quiet in the room to take a nap in the morning, and went downstairs in the afternoon, intending to go for a stroll.

He ran into a colleague downstairs, who said, "Our beautiful section chief is looking for you, she wants you to go quickly. She said it's about work."

Da Chou didn't think much of it and went to the section chief's office. He knocked on the door and went in. The section chief was sitting in a chair, smiling at him with bright eyes, not looking down on him because of his appearance at all, which warmed Da Chou's heart.

The section chief asked him to sit down and, as usual, inquired about work-related matters, such as whether he was tired and if he was settling in well. She also asked about Da Chou's family situation, whether he had a wife, and so on.

Da Chou answered truthfully. Then, the section chief stared at him and slowly said, "Last Saturday morning, what did you see outside the factory manager's door?"

Da Chou was startled. The section chief was still smiling, but her gaze was clearly cold, like a knife piercing Da Chou's heart.

Da Chou hurriedly replied, "I didn't see anything. There was paper stuffed in the doorway; I couldn't see anything."

Upon hearing this, the section chief suddenly stood up, her face flushed, her gaze sharp. She clenched her fist secretly. Since you saw it all, why should I be polite? But she suddenly calmed herself down, her expression slowly returning to normal, and she sat down again.

She opened a drawer and took out a small leather bag. Picking up the bag, she stood up, walked to the door, tugged at it to make sure it was locked, then turned and walked to Da Chou's side. Da Chou lowered his head, not daring to look at her, his heart pounding. He thought, "What does she want? Will she kill me to silence me?" No, he had to run.

The section chief flashed her charming smile again, opened her bag, and took out two wads of cash. Most people are sensitive to money, and Da Chou looked up at them.

The section chief's gentle voice rang out: "These two thousand yuan are all yours. Take them all. Just keep your mouth shut. If you can't, you'll lose your mouth too."

Da Chou glanced at the section chief. She was still smiling, a very alluring smile, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her pearly teeth. But Da Chou sensed a sternness beneath that allure, as if a sharp blade could be drawn at any moment. Da Chou's heart pounded wildly.

Da Chou's voice trembled slightly: "Section Chief, don't worry, I won't say anything. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." He turned to leave, but the section chief stepped aside, her high chest blocking Da Chou's path.

"Take your money safe," the section chief reminded him.

"Section Chief, that's not my money, I won't take it. Don't worry, I'll keep my word. I'll keep my mouth shut." With that, she walked past the large-breasted woman to the door, opened it, and left.

Once outside, Da Chou wiped his sweat, thinking: This woman is so beautiful, yet she seems like a venomous snake.

The section chief stood at the door, watching him intently. After returning from the section chief's place, Da Chou hadn't felt relaxed

; it was as if a herd of mad horses was running rampant in his mind. He was also pondering what he should do. He wanted to run away, but he was reluctant to give up his salary. It had been almost a month; payday was approaching, and if he left, it would all be gone. He wouldn't leave; the woman was eyeing him menacingly, as if she wanted to devour him.

So what if it was adultery? What was there to be afraid of? He'd already done it, what was there to fear? As long as his husband was willing to be a cuckold, nobody else cared. Thinking of her smile, her beautiful voice, the red lips that made that sound—those red lips that had been sucking on a man's penis that day, too bad it wasn't mine.

Thinking of this, Da Chou became a little delirious. If she could lick him, he'd be willing to be stabbed a few times.

The factory manager's words were truly classic: "A woman like that, after a man has sex with her, he'd be immediately dragged out and shot, and it wouldn't be unjust. "

On the morning of the third day, he decided to go to the city for some fun. He walked out of the factory gate, just about to cross the street to catch a bus.

"Niu Da Chou, come with me." He turned around; it was the beautiful section chief.

She wore a long white dress, her voluptuous figure curvaceous, her slender legs peeking out from beneath the fabric as she moved; the skirt flowed gracefully, exuding elegance; she wore sunglasses and carried an umbrella, looking particularly stylish.

Seeing Da Chou following her, she walked east along the sidewalk, her high heels clicking rhythmically. From behind, her perfect figure and graceful gait were no less impressive than a professional model on the runway. Da Chou

tried to approach her, but she said without turning her head, "Follow behind me, keep a safe distance. Just pretend we don't know each other."

Da Chou didn't know what she wanted, thinking: "It's broad daylight, you're not going to kill me, are you? If you're going somewhere secluded, I'm not going with you. "

Da Chou followed cautiously, occasionally glancing around for suspicious figures.

A dozen minutes later, Da Chou entered a courtyard. It was a residential area, the buildings tall and beautiful.

He went up to the third floor through a doorway, and the section chief opened the door. Da Chou hesitated for a moment before following her inside.

"Wait in the living room for a moment, I'll go change my clothes."

Da Chou nodded, and waited for her to enter through one of the doors. Da Chou hurriedly opened the other doors to check for any ambushes. He had intentionally left the outer door open when he came in, just in case anything happened, so he could escape. Finding

no one in any of the doors, he relaxed and closed the outer door. He sat down on a green sofa. Even though he wasn't an expert, he could sense the house's luxury and high-end feel. The size of the television and the beauty of the coffee table were things he had never seen in his hometown.

The section chief came out, having changed into a strapless gauze dress, her bra and panties faintly visible; her underwear was black.

She had also taken off her sunglasses, and her captivating eyes gazed at Da Chou gently, making him feel as if he were basking in a spring breeze.

The section chief opened the refrigerator and took out a large pile of things: ice cubes, popsicles, fried ice cream, etc.

After the section chief repeatedly offered them to him, Da Chou picked up a popsicle, thinking: "Is this popsicle laced with rat poison?"

Da Chou licked his popsicle, and for some reason, he remembered the day his section chief licked his penis. His face flushed involuntarily. He turned to look at his section chief, who sat beside him, legs crossed, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes half-closed, gazing at him meaningfully.

Da Chou couldn't help but glance at her upper and lower body, covered by her clothing. The section chief seemed to realize this as well, subconsciously turning her body to the side.

Da Chou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head to eat.

After Da Chou finished eating three popsicles and wiped his hands, the section chief asked softly, "Do you know why I called you here?"

Da Chou shook his head. The section chief said, "You don't need to play dumb. What happened that day isn't over yet."

Da Chou hurriedly confessed, "I didn't tell anyone, I didn't miss a single word. I swear to you."

"You don't need to swear, I believe you, otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to sit here and talk to me."

"Then why did you call me here?"

"Of course, to get what you deserve."

Saying this, the section chief got up and went to the inner room to get a bag, and took out five thousand yuan from the bag.

"Take it, this five thousand yuan is yours."

"I don't want it." Da Chou waved his hands repeatedly.

"Why? You still think it's not enough? You should know how to be content. Do you know what five thousand yuan is for?" The section chief moved closer to him and said patiently, "This money is almost your annual salary. It can do a lot!

You can buy a decent TV, a decent motorcycle. If you like women, you can find fifty prostitutes, or even ten or eight for a more upscale lifestyle. You can also buy a virgin's first time. If you don't accept it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

As he spoke, he watched Da Chou's reaction.

Da Chou smiled憨厚ly and didn't reply.

The section chief's eyes widened, but his voice remained calm: "This money can also buy a person's life."

Da Chou, of course, understood the weight of those words. He felt a little nervous, but he forced himself to remain calm, thinking: No matter how powerful you are, you're still a woman. I don't believe you can do anything to me.

Da Chou stared directly into her eyes and asked, "Is your secret with the factory director worth more than a person's life?"

The section chief immediately replied, "Of course, if you were me, you would know."

Da Chou didn't want to sit any longer and stood up, saying, "I will keep your secret, but you can keep your money for yourself. I won't take your money."

The section chief jumped up and said loudly, "Niu Da Chou, what do you want? Just tell me what I can do, and I will satisfy you."

Da Chou stared at her chest, scratching his head, and said, "I dare not say, I'm afraid you'll be angry."

The section chief covered her chest with both hands, already guessing what it might be about, her heart in her throat, but she still said loudly, "Tell me."

Da Chou then confessed, "I want to hug you, kiss you, and that will be enough."

The section chief breathed a sigh of relief. It was that simple after all. I thought he wanted... If he wanted that, it would have been really difficult.

The section chief laughed and scolded, "So you're a pervert. Okay, I agree. It's settled then, after this hug and kiss, we're even. You take your money and go. From now on, you are you, and I am me."

Da Chou nodded, taking a step forward, his heart pounding. Finally, he hugged her waist, looking into her black gem-like eyes, and murmured dreamily, "You know, the first time I saw you, my soul was captivated. I think about you all the time at work, and I dream about you constantly. If one day I can hug you and kiss you, my life will be complete. What are fifty prostitutes, or a virgin's first time? In my heart, they can't even compare to a single hair of yours. You are my goddess. No woman is as beautiful or as noble as you. I swear, I'm telling the truth."

The section chief never expected such sweet talk from a country bumpkin, an honest, simple man. Did he memorize it from some book? She never imagined this man would admire her so much. She hadn't heard such words in a long time—not even from her husband or lover. It was truly comforting.

A warm current rose from the depths of her heart, almost completely erasing her aversion, wariness, and anger towards him. Suddenly, she didn't think he was ugly at all.

She laughed, "Don't try that on me. Do you think I'm an eighteen-year-old girl?" Saying this, she narrowed her eyes, pouted her red lips, and waited for the ugly man to make his move.

The ugly man didn't kiss her lips, but instead kissed her face, earlobes, neck, and shoulders. It tickled her, making her want to dodge, yet also wanting to laugh.

Her skin was so soft, her body so fragrant. The ugly man first gave her fleeting, light kisses, then swept away her like a whirlwind.

Before the woman could even think, he suddenly sealed her lips with his. A jolt of electricity shot through her entire body; her soul seemed to tremble—a feeling she hadn't experienced in years.

Da Chou first nuzzled, rubbed, enveloped, pinched, and pursed his lips, then stuck out his tongue and greedily licked her delicate lips like a bee collecting honey, enjoying the sensation. He could clearly hear the section chief's increasingly heavy breathing, which fueled his enthusiasm. He no longer acted like a gentleman, but instead placed his hands on her buttocks and began to swirl them.

Big Ugly's tongue tried to invade her mouth, but she gritted her teeth and refused to open her mouth, so Big Ugly's tongue lingered outside her teeth. Suddenly, Big Ugly pinched her buttocks hard, and the section chief cried out in pain, opening her mouth. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Big Ugly went straight in, easily capturing her fragrant tongue, rolling and sucking, making her tongue "eat" until it was sticking out.

His hands didn't want to linger outside either, naturally reaching under her skirt, teasing her sensitive buttocks through her thin shirt, rubbing, kneading, pinching, patting, and so on. Working together, united as one, soon the section chief's nose started to hum, and her face flushed with the blush of lust.

She felt a little dizzy, as if she had fallen into a soft dream, her mind a little sluggish. A voice inside her was shouting: This person is going too far, this can't go any further, if this goes any further, it will be terrible.

But another voice was shouting: You are also a woman, you also need physical comfort. Anyway, you are not a lady anymore, losing your virginity again is no big deal. Yes, it felt wonderful, almost too beautiful to bear.

As the "war" escalated, the section chief lost her way.

Da Chou thought to himself, "I didn't want to do that today, but I couldn't resist. That kid was right, just shoot me after we're done, I'm one of the older brothers anyway." At that moment, he forgot all about his millions in cash.

He moved one hand to her breast, grabbing and pressing it through her clothes, but still not satisfied. So he pulled up her bra under her skirt, holding one breast in his hand and playing with it. "So big! So elastic, like an eighteen-year-old girl's." He

even pinched and rubbed the nipple between his fingers.

The section chief's body trembled; she felt wet down there. It felt amazing, like flying in the sky, but her female pride brought her back to her senses. She finally pushed Da Chou away, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.

Da Chou, like a child who had done something wrong, covered his face and lowered his head. The section chief feigned anger, looking beautiful, with a captivating blush on her face.

"You went too far! We agreed to only kiss and hug. You broke the rules, you deserve to be hit."

Seeing that Da Chou didn't say anything, she thought he had hurt her, so she reached out to see his bruised face.

Da Chou suddenly hugged her, pulled her onto a large sofa, laid her down, and pressed himself on top of her. His big mouth pressed against her red lips again, his hands lifted her skirt, and began to grope her breasts again. Soon, her breasts swelled, and her nipples stood erect.

A hand reached for her panties, and she instinctively reached out to stop him, but she couldn't. The big hand still touched her hairy private parts. His fingers combed and rubbed there, probing downwards. Her thighs tightly clamped his hand, preventing him from going too far. He slowly reached her labia, which were already wet.

He was delighted; this was the result of his efforts. He proudly inserted his fingers into her opening, then put his legs between her thighs, so that his fingers could do whatever they wanted. Her vagina was so tight and tender, and the impudent fingers were making it constantly wet.

The section chief writhed restlessly, her moans reaching their maximum. When Da Chou placed his mouth on her breast, the section chief cried out loudly, a beautiful cry.

Da Chou licked her nipples alternately, his fingers probing her vagina with increasing speed. Looking up, he saw that she had closed her eyes and was moaning sweetly. He thought to himself: I can't wait any longer. If she wakes up, it will be difficult to handle. I have to get rid of her as soon as possible.

Thinking this, he stood up and, as fast as he could, pulled off her panties and took out his own penis. The section chief was shocked to see how big it was. Just as she was about to resist, Da Chou had already spread her legs and inserted his large, hard penis halfway in.

The section chief let out a cry, but it was clear that this was not painful. Da Chou leaned in and licked her red lips, his hands kneading her breasts roughly. His penis was fully inserted, making her vagina bulge. He attacked fiercely.

The tight little hole gripped his powerful penis, seemingly straining a bit, but both of them felt the pleasure of intercourse. Da Chou thrust into her vagina with loud, squelching sounds, and her juices flowed even more.

Da Chou raised his head, thrusting his lower body while panting comfortably. Truly, every woman has her own flavor—Xiao Ya has one flavor, the young lady has another, and this mature beauty has yet another. No wonder she's a beauty; just being inside her brings him boundless satisfaction.

Looking at the section chief again, she had initially been somewhat reserved, but now, due to the physical stimulation and the beauty of her vagina, she cried out ecstatically, "Ah...ah...so beautiful...it's killing me...your thing...is so hard...it's driving me crazy..."

Her arms involuntarily wrapped around Da Chou's neck, her starry eyes half-closed, her small mouth opening and closing, emitting the most seductive sounds, her buttocks and waist gradually responding, as if she had returned to the scene of making love wildly with her lover in college. She seemed to have forgotten who was penetrating her.

"Darling...you're so great...you're so good...I haven't...been this happy in so long...what's wrong with you today...so...energetic...faster...I'm almost...I'm almost dying..."

Da Chou obeyed, turning the speed of his penis to the highest level, the sofa creaking incessantly in protest. After only a hundred or so thrusts, the section chief cried out joyfully a few times, then poured a stream of hot water onto his penis. Da Chou thought to himself: I haven't had enough yet.

After a few thrusts, he pulled out his wet, throbbing penis, then stripped himself naked, followed by the section chief. Naked, the section chief presented a different kind of allure: large, plump breasts, red nipples, a hairy vulva, smooth, creamy skin, and exquisite curves. Da Chou's eyes blazed with fury, his penis rock hard. He didn't care about anything else now; he was determined to conquer her and show her his prowess.

He carried her to the small sofa, placing her legs on the armrests, displaying her feminine secrets in their most seductive pose. Dark, glossy pubic hair, sticky vaginal fluid, plump thighs, snow-white buttocks, and a slightly darker anus—everything was beautiful, everything was maddening.

The section chief regained some of her senses, groaning, "I want to get down, I'm so embarrassed."

Da Chou exclaimed, "Do you know how alluring you are right now? I just want to fuck you to death. Do you want me to fuck you?"

The section chief closed her eyes, not answering, and tried to lower her legs.

Before she could react, Da Chou knelt on the carpet, parted her pubic hair, and brought his mouth to hers, kissing her small, red lips. He bit her clitoris and penetrated her labia, causing her to become wet again. The section chief's breasts swayed and her legs trembled with pleasure as she cried out, "...Don't do this...I can't take it...I...I'll die...Ah...No...Ah..."

Da Chou ate all the wetness into his mouth and looked up to ask, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Whatever...you want..."

"Looks like you won't let me fuck you. Let me lick you some more."

The section chief cried out, "Stop...torturing me...I'll let you fuck me..."

Da Chou said, "Your voice is too soft, I can't hear you. Say it again."

The section chief cursed, "You...devil, stop torturing me...come and fuck me...I'll let you fuck me, I like it...You fuck me better than them..."

Da Chou laughed heartily, then raised his penis and thrust it in with a "squelch." He thrust quickly from the start, her large breasts swaying as if smiling at Da Chou.

Da Chou, brimming with confidence, proved his excellence with his strength, driving the section chief into incoherent ramblings.

Later, he complained that the ground was too hard and uncomfortable, so he told the section chief to change positions, to a doggy-style position.

The section chief was deeply ashamed, but driven by lust, she became obedient.

What a beautiful butt! Big, round, firm, and elastic. Round like a watermelon, white as cotton, and smooth as the most beautiful jade in the world. Two little holes in the deep crevice seemed to greet Da Chou.

Da Chou touched and kissed the buttocks, licking the two little holes to his heart's content, before finally, urged by the section chief, thrusting his penis into them.

This position was indeed delightful; the movements could be more expansive. Da Chou, majestic and powerful, made his penis like a piston, thrusting fiercely.

The section chief begged for mercy repeatedly: "Brother Da Niu…you're so amazing…you're fucking me to death…I can't take it anymore…let's…fly together…"

Da Chou sped up, grabbing her breasts with both hands. After only a few dozen thrusts, the section chief cried out, "It's so beautiful…I'm going to heaven…"

Da Chou thrust dozens more times before ejaculating into her little hole.

After finishing, Da Chou handed her her underwear, and Da Chou put on his own panties.

The section chief looked up at him, seemingly confused. She snapped, "You raped me! I'm going to report you!"

Da Chou's heart skipped a beat, but he grinned sheepishly and said, "Go ahead and report me. I'm just looking for a place to eat anyway."

The section chief came over and started punching him in the chest. "No man has ever been so rude to me before. When your factory manager was pursuing me in college, he knelt down and begged me. I softened and slept with him. You bastard, you always try to force yourself on me! I'll beat you to death!"

Da Chou didn't flinch, letting her hit him. When she got tired, she slumped into his arms and said sweetly, "I'm tired. Carry me inside."

Da Chou obediently picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

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