It itches.

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Looking back now, that strange encounter was actually foreshadowed.
That morning, I rode my bicycle out to buy noodles and ran into Old Gu, a fortune teller, at the alley entrance. The old man pointed at me from afar and yelled,
"Peach Blossom Curse! Peach Blossom Curse! Xiao Qiang, you're doomed with romance today! Why don't you come and ask me for guidance?" I
scoffed and walked away, "Romantic curse? With my good looks, romantic curses are my destiny."
I tried to take a shortcut through the market, but encountered a massive traffic jam. Two trucks were locked in a standoff, and
the gaps between the trucks and vendors, and between the vendors and the walls, were surging with people—even bicycles couldn't squeeze through. Just as I was getting impatient, it started to rain. So, I
skipped buying noodles at Lao Yuxing and ate a plate of pan-fried
dumplings .
My family runs a teaware shop; the previous owner had added a steel-framed structure above the shop, with living quarters on the upper floor and shops on the lower.
I parked my car in the aisle next to the shop and stood there smoking and watching the rain—my mom was still sleeping, but
she's very shrewd; she could figure out I'd skipped Lao Yuxing even with her eyes closed.
Seeing that it was almost time, I carried the thermos upstairs and placed it on the table in the living room. Just as I was about to call my mom, I
heard a curse coming from the bathroom. I went over and saw the bathroom door was open. My mom was facing the mirror
, applying skincare products to her face while muttering, "Old Wen's Qingming Biluochun tea this year has such a strong 'evil aura,' it made my throat sore
and gave me diarrhea—how are you?"
"This doesn't look like the correct way to have diarrhea."
"Go to hell!" My mom had already changed into her outdoor clothes: a t-shirt and denim shorts.
Although she was middle-aged, her legs were still round and firm, unlike the loose, flabby legs of an average auntie.
"This rain just won't stop, and my face is so itchy... It's especially bad this morning—you mind the shop today,
I'm going to see the doctor."
"Go early and come back early, don't wander around outside endlessly, I have plans with a friend later."
"What plans? It's just you going to some foot massage parlor, hair salon, or bathhouse with your cronies."
I forgot to introduce you, my mother is a very tough woman. She dropped out of a prestigious university to marry my
father, who was involved in organized crime. After he went to jail, he worked as a middleman for a long time, then laundered his money and started selling teaware, while also
running an underground money exchange.
I immediately retorted: "As a young man, I have legitimate needs in this regard."
"Didn't I buy you an inflatable doll?" "
You have the nerve to say that? Buying an inflatable doll is one thing, but you even had a friend bring one back from Japan, making the whole city
know my birthday present was an inflatable doll..."
I got more and more annoyed, took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth.
Mom wasn't finished: "Quit it! Everyone says smoking causes impotence."
"If you say that again, I'll cancel the birthday present I just ordered for you."
"That's fine, you have no idea what I really like. Just give me the cash."
"It's Apple's latest massager, with over eighty functions, vibration, sound, and flashing lights."
Mom first stared at me in the mirror, then realized it was nonsense, and chuckled, "Then
don't return it, I just need it. I've worn out all my old ones, A-Wei, A-Jian, and A-Qiang."
Hearing "A-Qiang" used as the name for a massager, I was completely defeated—my name is You Zhenqiang, and
relatives friends call me Xiaoqiang—I coughed twice, bent down to light a cigarette, but the unlucky lighter had gotten wet in the rain and
wouldn't light after a few tries. I asked, "Mom, do you have a fire on you?"
Mom was applying eye cream to her eyelids with her pinky finger, staring at the mirror, and said, "In my butt pocket."
I mentioned earlier that Mom was wearing denim shorts today, but what I didn't mention was that the shorts were very tight, making her butt look
round and perky. Dad has been in prison for eight or nine years, and Mom and I depend on each other, sharing a somewhat uninhibited intimacy.
She told me to reach into one of her pockets, so I reached in and felt around. I found a pack of chewing gum and a few coins. My mom's buttocks
felt wonderful, so bouncy.
She even deliberately leaned back a little and asked, "How is it? Bigger than your girlfriend's, right?"
I said, "It's because your shorts don't fit properly—you can't buy these kinds of tight-fitting clothes on Taobao."
"I bought these shorts before Taobao existed. I bought them when I was in college. Sigh, I'm just
naturally beautiful. So many years have passed, even my son is so grown up, and I still have such a good figure."
"So you were a chubby girl in college." I reached into the other pocket. My mom was wearing
a tight-fitting t-shirt. As I touched her, the gap between her shorts and t-shirt widened, revealing a section of her fair, smooth
waist . Although her curves weren't as slender as young girls', the fullness and smoothness of a mature woman had its own kind of beauty.
I rubbed it with the back of my hand; it was so smooth. The neighborhood gossip was that my mom was nicknamed "Jade Beauty" when she was young because of her famously
good skin, which was why she could keep my dad, a prominent figure in the underworld, in check.
Mom chuckled, "Look carefully, don't tickle me."
This time I found it. When I lit a cigarette, I felt a faint fragrance on my hand. As I lit the cigarette, I felt a little flustered
and my cheeks were burning. I knew my face was red without even looking in the mirror. I quickly said, "I'm going to open the shop," and hurried
downstairs . I
'd barely descended ten steps when I heard a loud tirade behind me: "You little bastard, slacking off again! Where did you
buy this fake stuff to try and fool me? Slacking off is one thing, but this stuff only costs ten or twenty yuan a bowl, and the taxi driver still paid!"
I immediately forgot the brief moment of ambiguity before, instantly switching into battle mode, and shouted back: "
The stock market ! There's this guy on the next street who lost money
in the stock market and sold himself to pay for his father's funeral, so the taxi driver gave him a ride!" "Pah! Pah! The market hasn't even opened yet, what crash?! Your grandma's savings are still in the stock market, how dare you say
such unlucky things!" My mother came thumping down the stairs, wearing wedge sandals, her hips
jiggling in , a glimpse of her white belly peeking out from above her waistband.
My vision blurred.
Seeing I was speechless, Mom let out an exaggerated laugh like a villain winning in a cartoon: "Trying to argue with me? That's
like facing Lu Ban—I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"
A fragrant breeze wafted through the air, and she was already out the door.
I watched her short skirt, revealing the buttocks I'd just touched, sway and disappear, then plopped down on
the sofa lost in thought.
After almost twenty years together, I only realized today that my mother was a woman.
To be honest, my mother isn't exactly sexy; after all, she's almost forty. Her face is rounder, her belly is protruding,
but her skin is wonderful—white and smooth. Middle-age weight gain has made her even more voluptuous; it feels slightly bouncy and elastic to the touch, like
soft tofu.
Lost in thought, I lingered until around one o'clock when my old friend, Sister Bu Bing, came to visit.
"Infantry Sister's" real name is Lu Jun. I gave her this nickname in elementary school. Literally, it's "Infantry"
because of ," but boys know it actually means "uncensored porn." Later, the girls found out too, and
of course, I was hunted down for half a semester.
Our families were next-door neighbors for many years, the legendary childhood sweethearts, but Lu Jun was the one who rode the bamboo horse,
and I was hers. We teamed up to play war games with the children of the village vendors at the market, and we
were invincible . Lu Jun's uncle sold live chickens and ducks at the nearby market, slaughtering them on the spot, raising a tough girl. Infantry Sister
said that she was already killing chickens when I was still wetting my pants. Anyone who has read the online novel *The Conquest of Qing* knows that
the first standard for determining fighting power is "having seen blood." Having seen blood, Lu Jun was known as
invincible . I received countless beatings from her when we were little.
After watching *My Sassy Girl* in fourth or fifth grade, I briefly suspected she had a crush on me, but I soon realized it was a misunderstanding.
I finally grew taller and stronger than her, but she retired from the business and dropped out of school. Her family
had just expanded their shop and opened a butcher shop when her father was paralyzed in a car accident. She, only a junior high student at the time, dropped out to help
her mother run the shop. She would carry half a pig weighing over a hundred pounds, her thin body dripping with blood.
When business was slow, she would even go to the countryside to slaughter and buy pigs herself.
I felt sorry for her, so I never sought revenge—in fact, people who kill too much become ruthless.
Now I'm a head taller and several dozen pounds heavier than her, but I'm more afraid of her than I was in elementary school. This time, she asked me to do a huge
favor, and because I didn't have the courage to refuse, I had to bite the bullet and do it.
Lu Jun placed a plastic bag containing several fast food containers on the counter, and in her other hand, she carried
a bottle of locally brewed bulk white liquor.
"I haven't eaten yet—I've noticed you've been much gentler lately."
"Bullshit! That's called 'the emperor doesn't starve his soldiers.'"
"Let's get this straight, I've changed my mind. I'm not doing that."
"Fine, if you don't want to, fine. I was just wondering if you'd back down."
"These days, even adult film actors like Anthony Wong, Simon Yam, and Cheng Ho-nam are playing good guys. You want me to rape someone?"
Just to clarify, this is the rare time this "Infantry Sister" has asked me for a favor—to rape a woman. While I'm not a good person
, I'm not a pervert either. I can tolerate casually touching and groping a woman, but raping is really
too much for me.
"You can watch Hong Kong Category III films?" Sister Bubing scoffed. "Back in junior high, you went to ambush
girls outside No. 12 Middle School and got chased for over ten blocks by them. Who saved you?"
"...Sister, have some conscience. You were the one who went to ambush girls, weren't you? I was dragged there by you to help
."
"Oh?...And last year? You were the bookmaker for the World Cup, and when others won, you couldn't pay them back. You got
chased with a knife..."
"I shared half of the profits with you during the group stage, right? That's called sharing the good times and the bad."
"Sharing the bad times? When things got tough, didn't I have to go and fight them? You're all talk." Lu
Jun said, setting out his lunchbox and food containers, then asked, "Is your mother home?"
"She's out—you still give me food after I went back on my word? You don't regret it?"
"I've already bought it, might as well feed it to a dead dog."
The food boxes were opened, and as expected, they contained common dishes like water bamboo shoots with shredded pork and braised lion's head meatballs. The stack of boxes
together couldn't even compare to a bowl of noodles from Lao Yuxing. I knew she wasn't stingy; she was just trying to fill the bottomless pit of hospital bills, and her life
was pitiful.
I took a box of food and said, "I was just kidding you earlier. We're brothers, and since you asked, I
won't down."
Lu Jun also took a box of food and was already shoveling it into his mouth, nodding and saying, "I knew it."
I asked while eating, "How's your father?"
"I didn't go see him. I was too tired yesterday, and I got up late this morning, almost missing the morning market."
"Liquor is poison that burns through the intestines, and lust is a steel knife that scrapes the bones, brother."
"Yeah, last night my wife and I did it until dawn. You and your left hand can just be envious."
Oh, by the way, Sister Bu Bing is a lesbian. [II] The Goose Pond Street Juvenile Rape Case "They're here! They're here! They're here!" The bald man in charge of lookout
yelled .
"Keep your voice down, don't alert them!" I sternly reprimanded this unprofessional behavior. Relying on my father's remaining influence,
the connections of my uncles and elders in the underworld, and the pocket money my mother gave me, I had gradually gathered seven or eight
followers Among them, Baldy was the most clever and was always in charge of keeping watch. But today he lost his composure, making me lose
face in front of my friends.
"Boss, you're so lucky! This woman has an amazing figure."
"You've never seen anything like this before!" I felt a sense of relief and happiness, but scolded her, "We're paid
to do this job. We treat everyone equally, regardless of looks, age, or gender. That's called equality for all." "
...You agreed to let Sister Bubing rape a man?"
"Of course, but I'm sending you." "
But judging by her face, she's not young. And that figure is probably from wearing tight bras, tight clothes, or something."
Sister Bubing's expression changed: "Baldy, do you want to change your name to Broken Head?"
"No, I don't want to be Sister Bubing, but..."
"Block the alley entrance! Say one more word and I'll take a brick and change your name!"
"..."
After hearing that the target was not young, I started to worry again. Sister Bubing runs a butcher stall in the market.
Most of her enemies are either eel sellers or shrimp peelers. What if it's a short, fat Hunan old lady selling fried stinky tofu, or
a dark, thin Guangxi aunt selling durian...? That would be such a heavy taste!
My heart was pounding, and I didn't even think about what the bald man hadn't finished saying.
This alley was actually a fire escape between two shops, less than twenty meters long, with few people passing by.
We'd been lying in ambush there for half an hour and knew no one was inside. The female soldier drove the van forward,
blocking the alley entrance. I pulled down my CS helmet, opened the door, and got out, my heart pounding.
The sound of leather shoes on the cobblestones filled the air, and a woman emerged.
I gripped the ether-soaked gauze tightly in my right hand and rushed towards her.
Damn, it was a policewoman, wearing a summer uniform—a light blue short-sleeved shirt with a dark skirt and a
tie. That was quite unusual; it was rare to see a policewoman wearing a tie so formally. She was in her forties, of medium build,
with big eyes, and seemed quite attractive. In that instant, I couldn't see much clearly, though I was internally screaming that I was going to die, but...
Even a fool would know I wasn't a stranger in that position. There was no turning back. I grabbed her neck with my left hand and pressed
the ether-soaked .
The policewoman screamed and kicked me in the groin. I knew I was on guard against that move, so
I raised my left knee to block it. But at the same time, she raised her arm to parry my right hand, and I dropped the ether.
It was too late . I acted quickly, grabbing her neck with my right hand and pulling her head and neck down, causing her
to lean forward—oh, this woman's breasts are quite large—my left leg landed, and I followed with my right knee, slamming it into her chest. That
soft yet elastic feeling wasn't silicone…it was a saline solution.
The policewoman couldn't make a sound, collapsing like a sack of potatoes. I dragged her into the van, threw
her jumped in, straddled her, and closed the door. The policewoman, without me saying a word, drove off.
I pressed the policewoman's head to the floor, my buttocks pressing against her shoulders and back. I felt guilty for being unprofessional; I'd dropped the sedative
and hadn't brought a spare. Looking around, I had no choice but to take off my CS helmet, holes facing backward, and put it over the policewoman's head.
I pulled out a box cutter and held it up to her face, whispering, "I'll slash your face if you make a sound!"
The policewoman nodded to indicate she heard me. She couldn't see the knife, and as she nodded, she nearly bumped into the blade and slit her own throat. I
quickly moved the knife away, already drenched in sweat. I shouted to Lu Jun in the driver's seat, "Boss,
what do we do now?"
I asked Lu Jun in the driver's seat, "Infantry Sister, what do we do now?"
Lu Jun didn't even turn her head; she just raised her middle finger.
"Damn it!" I exploded. "You tricked me into kidnapping a police officer, forced me to rape her, and now you're fucking
raping me with hand gestures? I'll let you off easy today, release this police officer, and then I'll lie here and you can have your way with me."
"You idiot, I'll let you have her!"
"Her? She's a police officer!"
"Of course! Today you either have her and take several gigabytes of nude photos and videos, or you can clean
your ass and wait to go to jail!"
"...Oh, no need to say more, I understand."
Now we're in a dilemma. If we rape this policewoman and take some explicit photos, she'll probably
be too afraid to speak up .
I whispered, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to offend you today. If you don't resist, I'll just
wear and do it casually; if you resist, I'll not wear a condom and fuck your ass. To be honest, I
've had over ten STDs from years of prostitution. Although the old Chinese medicine doctor said I'm cured, I advise you not to take the risk."
I had thought about these words for a long time, and they actually intimidated the policewoman. She nodded with a mournful face and closed her eyes.
I touched her waist; there were no handcuffs. I took out a thin hemp rope I'd prepared beforehand from the side pocket of my pants
and tied her hands behind her back. I'd watched dozens of hours of Japanese rope-tying films for this day, and I succeeded on the first try.
The rope was evenly wrapped, and the knot was neatly tied. Then… seeing her breasts, which were prominently displayed because her hands were tied behind her back, I
realized I'd forgotten to take off her clothes. I had to untie the rope from her hands again, saying, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to take off your clothes."
The policewoman said, "It's okay, just leave it like this…."
"That's true." I retied the knot, helped her turn halfway over, and lay her on her side facing the car door.
I unbuttoned her clothes at the front and pulled down her bra. Good heavens! Two basketball-sized breasts, undoubtedly
fake. The skin on the surface was stretched and slightly discolored, but they felt pretty good to the touch.
I touched the half-naked, busty policewoman's naked body a few times, but I was probably too nervous; my penis still didn't feel anything .
I steeled myself and went to untie her belt.
The light ahead was probably red, so the car slowed down and stopped. Although all the windows were tinted,
pedestrians could still see me from the driver's side if the angle was right. I quickly pulled up the makeshift curtain behind the driver's seat,
then felt a sharp pain in my groin—I'd been hit in the knee by that woman.
The pain made me dizzy and curled up like a shrimp. I saw the policewoman struggle to her knees and
crawl towards the curtain behind the driver's seat, seemingly ready to fight to the death. I knew this was a life-or-death situation. I endured the pain,
got up, grabbed her calf, and pulled her back sharply. Just then, the car started moving, and we both fell onto the floor of the car.
I was on top of her, hitting her wildly. The policewoman screamed, so I kicked off one shoe, ripped off my sock,
and stuffed it into her mouth. She bit my hand in response. In the excruciating pain, I threw my fear of the police to the wind,
grabbed her hair, pulled her back, and then shoved her. The policewoman's forehead hit the armrest of the seat next to her, and she screamed and collapsed
. I straddled her back, first checking the wound on the back of her hand. Luckily, the socks had covered it, preventing any bleeding, leaving only
a line of teeth marks.
Unable to dismount the policewoman, I reached under her skirt and roughly pulled down her panties. She was wearing
pantyhose , her legs tightly pressed together. I grabbed her vulva hard,
and a muffled groan escaped from her mouth, which was stuffed with socks. I removed her pantyhose; she was probably scared and didn't dare resist, letting me pull down the pantyhose and her
underwear together. Without the pantyhose, the woman's thighs weren't as attractive; the skin was loose,
with red, swollen welts from my scratching and pinching, though they felt quite smooth. I spread her legs, knelt between them, and
unzipped my pants.
The policewoman groaned again, mumbling, "Wear a condom, wear a condom."
"The condition I said was that you behaved before I'd wear one. Was that how you behaved just now?"
I said, but pulled out a condom.
My attention to hygiene is all thanks to my mother's teachings. When I was twelve or thirteen, just starting puberty, she gave me
sex education. Other parents, no matter how open-minded, only talked about things through pictures. My mother, being the fiercest of them all
, wasn't satisfied with just theory—don't get the wrong idea, we were still a normal mother-son relationship back then—she actually called over
a young guy who was recently into prostitution, pulled down his pants to show me, and told me that this was the consequence of unprotected sex. That
gruesome scene left a deep psychological scar on me; despite being the school bully, he was only the
teenth-somethingth-year-oldest boy in my class.
Oh no, just thinking about my mother, and the victim beneath me being about the same age as her, completely killed my libido.
Lu Jun's voice was dry as she urged, "What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up."
I turned my head and saw the car had stopped. She was also wearing a hood, kneeling on the front seat, turning towards us, and taking
pictures with her phone.
Looking out the windshield, while I was daydreaming, the car had already driven to a riverside parking lot, facing
the river, so people outside couldn't see us.
I shifted the blame: "You can't keep going if you watch me."
Lu Jun pulled the curtain shut: "What a hassle—remember to film it yourself, your crappy Android phone is unreliable—film
each pose twice." Actually, she was also very nervous; her hands trembled slightly as she pulled the curtain shut.
The policewoman was struggling silently again. I touched her fingers with the condom between my fingers. Her fingertips touched the shape of the condom, and she
seemed to understand what I meant. She quieted down a little and mumbled, "My chest, my chest hurts from the pressure."
I didn't dare let go of her hand. I looked around the van for a moment, then lifted her upper body and dragged her to the back of the van. I used my right hand to
lift her upper body and let her put her head in the middle of the back seat—I casually squeezed her exaggeratedly large breasts, and with my left hand around her
waist, I lifted her waist and abdomen. The policewoman understood what I meant. She knelt on the floor, her head and shoulders pressed against the back seat, so that
she didn't have to press her entire weight down on her pair of water-filled fake breasts like before. However, this position also
had its advantages ; her large breasts drooped to the ground, making the visual effect even more exaggerated.
But damn it, I still couldn't get an erection.
"Why aren't you starting yet?" someone in the front seat was nagging again. "Should I put on some music?"
"If you have so much free time, get out and keep watch."
"I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you don't start having sex in the car after fifteen minutes, you can use this."
With a clatter, something landed on the seat to my right, then the front door opened, and the policewoman got out of the car.
At first glance, it looked like a bunch of loose belts, but upon closer inspection, the rest were just decorations. The key thing was that there was
a fake penis installed in the crotch area of the front. If you've ever watched lesbian porn, you'll know what this is for
. Even if you haven't watched porn, you can watch "Seven."
[Three] The Confusion of a Juvenile Rapist This is a contempt that no man can tolerate. I leaned over and
knelt behind the policewoman, caressing her large, uncontrollable breasts. They felt good, but I was still apathetic. My mind wandered to
the women I'd been with and the porn I'd watched, but it didn't seem to have any effect. For some inexplicable reason, I suddenly remembered the scene of taking a lighter out of my mother's back
pocket .
I closed my eyes, placed one hand on the hem of the policewoman's shirt, and rubbed her buttocks through the hem, imagining it was
my mother. Then I moved downwards, grabbing her buttocks and slowly kneading them. Sure enough
, I felt a surge of heat rising from her lower abdomen. I used both hands, grabbing her buttocks harder and harder. This woman had breast implants but not buttock implants;
after taking off her pantyhose, her buttocks were as loose as her thighs, but her skin was still quite smooth. Grabbing them up, I imagined
they were similar to my mother's.
I was too rough, and the policewoman moaned, waking me from my daydream. I didn't even need to look to know my penis
was ready. I tore open the condom and put it on, returning my hands to their original positions. They were sticky to the touch. This policewoman had actually produced vaginal fluid from being pinched
on the buttocks . My flirting skills are really on par with Kato Taka! But I've never
seen this phenomenon with other girls. It's probably not that I'm suited for porn, but that this policewoman is naturally horny and suited for porn.
Just as I was about to insert, I remembered the soldier's instructions and took out my phone to take pictures.
Anyone who's used an Android phone knows that after a while, these things become intermittently unresponsive, and
the camera wouldn't work at this crucial moment. Afraid my penis would go soft, I just kept it inside.
My penis wanted to stay still, but her buttocks wouldn't stop; the policewoman started thrusting back and forth on her own. I raised my hand and
slapped . The woman shuddered but let out a comfortable moan, thrusting even more vigorously.
Luckily, my camera finally appeared after much anticipation. I took a few pictures, switched to video mode,
held the phone in one hand to take pictures, and slapped her buttocks with the other. Looking at the shrunken, color-changing image on the phone screen, it was even more
erotic , and my penis got even harder.
The policewoman thrust back and forth more violently. She was a middle-aged woman with some fat around her waist and abdomen, previously held in place by high-waisted
pantyhose , but now, with her large breasts swaying, it was like a wave pushing the front. Although not exactly beautiful, it
aroused my lust.
I finally forgot about my mother and slapped her buttocks in rhythm with the policewoman's thrusting movements.
Suddenly, her buttocks began to sway from side to side, like a dog wagging its tail, and she mumbled, "Faster, faster, faster."
I understood what she meant. I switched the phone to my left hand, freeing my right hand to slowly slap her right buttock twenty
or thirty times. Suddenly, I removed the sock from her mouth: "What did you say?"
"Faster, faster, faster, move faster, move faster, I want... I want..."
"What do you want?"
"..."
I wasn't in a hurry and continued slapping her buttocks at the same rhythm. This woman was really shameless; the more I slapped her buttocks, the
more she wet herself, soaking the synthetic carpet in the carriage.
Her buttocks swayed in response to me, and her voice grew louder and louder: "Faster! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder!"
I stuffed the sock back into her mouth, threw the phone aside, grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled back, my fingers sinking into the soft
flesh. I thrust my waist and abdomen forward, and with a "smack," she let out a muffled, pleasurable cry.
I started by slowly thrusting in and out about ten times, then gradually increased the speed. When I reached about a hundred thrusts, the policewoman
suddenly slumped back, her large breasts swaying forward, letting out a long cry before collapsing and becoming limp. I
grabbed her buttocks and thrust in and out about a hundred more times before finally finishing.
I wrapped the condom in tissue paper, threw it into a plastic bag, tied it up, wiped myself down, and pulled up my pants. After I finished cleaning myself up
, the policewoman was still slumped on the back seat, motionless, just breathing heavily, causing her large breasts to sway slightly. I
picked up my phone and took a few more pictures of her muddy genitals and glistening inner thighs before turning off my phone
and preparing to help her get dressed.
"Wait."
Lu Jun's voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned around sharply, pulled back the curtain, and revealed
the tomboy .
"When did you get back?"
"After the earthquake started."
"What did you film? Let me see."
"No."
"You must have filmed me in there, delete it now!"
"Don't worry, I won't upload it online."
"If I trust you again, you tomboy, I'll teach you to become gay."
"You irresponsible, disloyal guy, even if you become gay you won't find a boyfriend, you'll just be a lonely
gay man."
"Ah, is being responsible and loyal the standard for joining your circle? Are you gay or part of the Hong Gang?"
The policewoman, who looked like a lump of mud, suddenly spoke, her tone surprisingly calm. She asked, "The mastermind, you're
the pervert who's been bothering Xiao An, right?"
"Xiao An? Pervert?" I looked at the policewoman and then at the foot soldier sister, and I completely understood. I'd been tricked.
An is Bu Bingjie's "wife," her real name is Zhou An'an, a self-proclaimed avant-garde female student. Judging from her
tone
, this policewoman is obviously her mother. Just because Bu Bingjie objected to your advances, you hired someone to rape your mother-in-law to threaten her?
I looked at Lu Jun speechlessly, a feeling of unprecedented desolation rising in my heart: I've always thought of myself as
a hooligan, but today I learned what a real hooligan is.
Lu Jun's skin was far thicker than mine; his face flushed slightly but quickly returned to normal, and
he said in the tone of a villain from a childish cartoon, "If you cause any more trouble, I'll upload your porn online. I know your family's
social media circles, and I'll send the links to everyone."
The policewoman fell silent.
Lu Jun said, "Let her go!"
I untied the policewoman's ropes and released her.
As I got out of the car, the policewoman glanced at me. Huh?! Was I overthinking it, or was there a hint of something suggestive in her eyes
? If I rekindled my relationship with her, wouldn't I become Bu Bingjie's father-in-law?
I didn't have time to think too much because there were more important things to deal with. After we drove away, I kept
nagging her: "Good sister, good brother, good aunt, good grandma, good grandpa... hurry up and
delete the parts of your phone that have me in them."
She tossed me her phone: "I didn't take any pictures at all, I just posed to scare her."
As the car drove out of the parking lot, I carefully checked her phone. Sure enough, there was no "spectacular performance" of mine, only some
pictures of her and Xiao An. I was so stupid, this policewoman clearly looked a lot like Xiao An, how could I not recognize her?
Seeing that the car had left the riverbank several intersections away and turned a corner, I shouted: "Pull over, I want to
get out ."
Lu Jun handed me a cigarette: "Calm down, calm down."
"I quit."
"Yes, I didn't tell you the truth, it's understandable that you're angry with me. I'll treat you and Baldy to beer and barbecue
as an apology—you have to make up for it too, haha." This tomboy actually had the nerve to laugh, laughing so hard she was
doubled over .
"Make up for it with a watermelon, I want to get out!" The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
"You've been so brave, it wouldn't hurt to let me see."
"Damn it!"
"A real man shouldn't be so petty. What do you want from me to forgive me?"
We were crossing a small bridge when I said, "You might as well jump in from here."
Lu Jun slammed on the brakes, causing angry honking from the cars behind. She glared at me: "It's a deal."
With that, she opened the car door, got out, and without even taking off her shoes, jumped over the railing and into the river.
Damn it, being a thug really isn't for me. We're
brothers, and she's already jumped into the river, so of course I have to make peace.
Lu Jun swam ashore, soaking wet, and drove me to pick up Baldy and go to Zhang's food stall for barbecue. I persuaded her
for a long time before she finally agreed to go home and change first.
Her family had been renting an apartment upstairs next to our shop, but they moved last year when the landlord raised the rent. They moved to
a new apartment complex on Hubin Road outside the city, and this was actually my first time here.
I went upstairs and opened the door to find Xiao An leaning against the sofa watching TV, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, her pale legs crossed.
Seeing me come in, she hurriedly got up to go inside.
Lu Jun waved his hand and said, "It's okay, he's my brother. He knows you're a friend's wife, not to be trifled with."
Lu Jun went to take a shower. I sat down next to Xiao An on the sofa, watching TV and waiting.
Xiao An whispered, "You haven't told her yet?"
Oh, right, I forgot to mention, Xiao An and I had a one-night stand last month after drinking, and since then she's gone from
lesbian to straight—I'm just that charming, or maybe I just forced her to become gay.
"I haven't found a chance to tell her." "
If you don't tell her now, I'll go tell her myself."
"No, no, let me tell her, give me another day—today really isn't the right time."

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