Stories from the Village

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Sigh, this guy with the underbite is really pitiful. All alone, he has to do everything himself, without even anyone to mend his clothes. Forget about him, let's think about something happy! Hey buddy, look!
From the edge of our Gazi Village, through the thin mist of dawn, you can see the boundless, gently undulating black earth stretching as far as the eye can see. My friend, you city folk don't know, this black soil is the most fertile land in the world! Look, you can grab a handful of black soil and squeeze it tightly in your hand; you can practically squeeze oil out of it. This is absolutely treasure land; whatever you plant will grow, even a chopstick will sprout. My friend, you've come at the wrong time. It's late autumn, so you can't see the exciting "earth energy"—wow, that scene is truly exhilarating! Come back to Gazi Village in the spring to see this rare "earth energy"! What is
"earth energy"? You don't understand, the earth's energy is when spring arrives and flowers bloom, the humus in the black soil begins to melt, and then a wonderful mist rises from the depths of the earth. Ah, it's so exciting to watch... Hey, who's that? What's wrong? What's that big group of dark people doing at the intersection? Hmm, they're rushing this way. Oh, it's you guys, Bai Shun. Where are you going? What, to the hospital? What happened? Your wife is sick! Oh dear, what happened?
Hehe, Bai Shun's wife, I haven't seen you for days, what happened? What's wrong with you? Why are you on a stretcher? You seem quite ill!
"Oh, brother, I, I, I'm doomed, I'm going to die, ugh—ugh—ugh—...Honey, hurry up and buy me a pair of leather shoes. I must wear new leather shoes before I die, and they have to be pure cowhide! Ugh—ugh—ugh—..."
My brother from the city, I'm not even thirty yet, but, but, but I'm going to just sit here waiting to die, ending up in this miserable state. I can't blame anyone but myself. Who told me to be so cunning? People say you can't be too cunning, or it will backfire and make you look like a fool.
As for how cunning I am, just listen to my name—the people of Gazi Village say I'm so cunning I've practically turned my ass out of shape. So, I've been honored with this ridiculous nickname. Sigh, we people of Gazi Village are known for our sharp tongues. Am I really that cunning?
I just like to take advantage of small things, play little tricks, and rummage through my guts. For example, when attending banquets for weddings and funerals in the village, I would eat and drink like crazy to earn back the money I gave as gifts, until my stomach was so bulging that I could barely walk. The excess food couldn't be digested in time, and I was in so much pain that I rolled around on the bed, panting heavily. The next morning, I finally managed to pass a pile of poop. I looked down and wow, what a huge pile of smelly poop! It could practically be piled up into a small mountain, yellowish-orange, thick and long. From then on, the people in the village called me "Big Asshole."
At banquets, I not only ate voraciously but also shamelessly drank with the men. How could a mere woman like me be a match for those fierce, tiger-like men? So, I always got drunk, and every time I got drunk, I made a fool of myself. The embarrassing things I did because of drinking are countless; I can't even begin to recount them all. I remember once, I don't know how much strong liquor I drank, but I felt my stomach churning like a raging sea. I couldn't control myself anymore and had to open my mouth. Then, with a whoosh, the delicious food and ocean of liquor I had just desperately stuffed into my stomach gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over the table laden with sumptuous dishes. Ah, everyone who saw this covered their noses and fled the table in panic.
Besides eating and drinking recklessly, I also secretly stuffed cups, plates, and chopsticks into my clothes when the hosts weren't looking, taking them home after the banquet for my own use. Over the years, I don't know how many cups, plates, bowls, and chopsticks I've stolen. Since I got married, my family has never bought a single chopstick or bowl, and the collection has only grown larger and larger; the cupboard is long overcrowded. But given the chance, I still steal them without hesitation. I can't help it; it's become a habit. I feel uneasy if I don't take something, like something's missing.
I also keep an eye on the leftovers after banquets: "Oh, Auntie, you can't finish all this leftovers, can you take some home for me?" Although I can't eat them myself, the more the merrier. I'll take them home to feed the chickens; if they're happy, they'll surely lay more eggs for me.
In the height of summer, I often sneaked into the fields to steal corn from other people's fields, then took it home to feed the pigs. One time, I was squatting in the field stealing potatoes from someone else's field when suddenly a stern shout came from behind me:
"What are you doing, Bai Shun's wife? Why are you stealing my potatoes?"
I turned around and saw, lo and behold, the Third Class was leading an old yellow ox, glaring angrily at me. I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. Yes, my own potato field was right next door, and I had been greedy and stolen potatoes from the Third Class's field, which was next to mine. The Third Class tied the old yellow ox to a big tree at the edge of the field and slowly walked towards me. Suddenly, a thought struck me:
"Oh dear, look at my terrible memory! I got the wrong field! I made a mistake! I'm sorry, here, these are your potatoes!" I had no choice but to return the potatoes I had stolen to the Third Class. My whole morning's work had been for nothing; I had done my duty to the Third Class for nothing.
One sweltering summer, a strange whirlwind suddenly swept through Gazi Village: "Oh no! A large truck from the zoo, loaded with newly purchased wild wolves, overturned near our village! All the wolves were thrown from the cargo box and ran wildly, eventually disappearing into the endless green cornfields! Everyone be careful! Don't go to the fields, and definitely don't go into the cornfields!"
The news sent panic through Gazi Village. Although it was the busy season for harvesting corn, no one dared to venture into the cornfields to tend to the growing crops. They could only watch helplessly as the corn stalks grew haphazardly. "
Hmph, I don't believe this nonsense! I won't listen to ghosts! There are no wild wolves! It's all just scaremongering!" Brothers, you city folks don't know, but we people from Gazi Village may not have many other skills, but when it comes to spreading rumors, we can weave them into incredibly detailed and believable tales. Those idle folks always manage to concoct bizarre, baseless, and completely unfounded rumors: Like, in 1997, when Hong Kong returned to China, China and Britain would go to war, and all the men would have to go to the battlefield; or that the Earth would explode at the end of 2000, and no one would survive, so everyone should hurry up and eat, drink, play, and have fun! Heh heh, tell me, what kind of nonsense is this?! Not to mention the distant past, just that spring, when people had just sown the seeds of hope, suddenly a chilling message came from nowhere: It wouldn't rain for the next sixty days. Wow, this drove the old farmers crazy! What could we farmers possibly hope for? We're counting on the seeds we sow to receive timely rain and dew, to sprout and grow strong—that's our hope for the year, the hope for a bountiful harvest! If it doesn't rain, the seedlings won't emerge, and that would be disastrous. How could the old farmers not be anxious and worried? Spring rain is as precious as oil!
But, on the third night after this rumor started, thunder and lightning raged outside, and a torrential downpour began in an instant. People were overjoyed; the rain was so heavy, pouring down all night without stopping, until the ditches and trenches were overflowing.
Therefore, based on past experience, I was absolutely skeptical of the news that a big bad wolf had escaped into the cornfield. I didn't believe it! I couldn't miss the planting season; I had to go into the cornfield to divide the ears of corn for my family. Yes, I wasn't afraid; I had to go to the field. I mustered my courage, grabbed a bamboo basket, and alone, trembling with fear, ventured into the airtight cornfield. Wow, it's so quiet. Not a soul in sight in this vast expanse of green cornfields. Yeah, who would dare venture in? Better safe than sorry. What if you run into a big bad wolf? Heh heh, if you're all too scared to come in, then I'll be impolite. Here, I snap off a tender ear of corn from someone else's field and stuff it into my bamboo basket.
"What are you doing? Come here!" Suddenly, a deep, masculine voice came from behind me. Startled, I turned around and saw three burly, red-faced men standing about ten meters away. I involuntarily took a few steps back, my body trembling violently with fear.
"What are you looking at? I told you to come over here, didn't you hear me? Are you deaf?"
a bald man with a terrifying glint in his eyes roared viciously, and at the same time, he drew a gleaming dagger and lunged at me.
"Ah, help—" I screamed in terror, but was quickly pinned down in the corn cob by the bald man:
"What are you yelling for? If you yell again, I'll stab you to death!"
The dagger flashed in front of my eyes, and I was terrified:
"Big brother, spare me! I only stole one ear of corn. If you want it, I'll give it to you, I..."
"Hmph, there's so much corn in the ground that it's higher than Mount Everest. Who wants your worthless corn? I want your body today, so you'd better be obedient and cooperate with us. Otherwise, I'll be going in with a white knife and coming out with a red one, you hear me?"
"Uh—, uh—, uh—..."
I nodded tremblingly like a mouse pounding rice. Alas, I didn't encounter a big bad wolf, but I encountered a big pervert. What should I do? To survive, I had no choice but to obediently let these guys do whatever they wanted.
"Hurry up, take your pants off!" The bald man brandished a sharp knife and glared at me with his triangular eyes:
"Did you hear me? Hurry up!"
My face flushed red, I slowly unbuckled my belt under the gaze of the three big men. I hung my pants on a thick corn stalk. As I was awkwardly pulling down my underwear, a slightly thin, short man leered and squatted down, reaching out a rough, hard hand to greedily grab my thigh:
"Heh heh, such white and plump thighs!"
"Hurry up and take your underwear off, don't dawdle!"
Under the bald man's repeated urging, I finally reluctantly took off my underwear. Now, my thick, hairy genitals were completely exposed to the light of day, presented to the eyes of the three lecherous men.
"And your shirt, take your shirt off too!"
I was also ordered to take off my plaid shirt and light pink bra, and then hung them one by one on the corn stalk.
"Hehe," a fat man standing behind me pinched and twisted my breasts hard:
"Not bad at all, round, soft, and smooth!"
The bald man put the knife on the ground and then knelt between my legs, one hand wantonly rubbing my dark pubic hair, the other hand viciously inserting three fingers into my vagina:
"Ah, this little wench is very wet!" After saying that, the bald man's fingers stirred and thrust even more violently, deeply pressing against the cervix at the very back. My vagina gradually felt a strange fullness, and the tender flesh, stimulated by the bald man's fingers, continuously gushed out pure, lustful fluid, which then slowly flowed out along the bald man's fingers and dripped onto the corn stalks beneath him. The fat man continued to knead and grab my large breasts, while the skinny man kissed my thighs and buttocks with relish. The bald man suddenly pulled his wet fingers out of my vagina, then stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pulled out his large, dark penis:
"Dude, I'll fuck her first..."
Without another word, he thrust his rock-hard penis into my vagina and began to pump wildly. His iron-like penis viciously attacked my vagina, making squelching sounds, while his two strong, fat legs slapped against my genitals and inner thighs. I closed my eyes shyly, trying to imagine it was my own man fucking me. Yes, as long as I closed my eyes, who cares who it is? Just pretend it's my man fucking me. The bald man's thrusting became faster and more violent. I suddenly experienced a strange, unprecedented feeling, a fresh sensation I'd never felt before while making love with my own man. Each thrust of the bald man's large, semen-covered penis into my vagina brought an intense pleasure, so wonderful that my vagina involuntarily twitched, trying to grasp his lovely, blissful penis.
"Ah—, ah—, ah—…" Under the bald man's onslaught, my initial shame gradually vanished, and I was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, moaning ecstatically. "Big brother,"
the skinny man lowered my thigh, wiping the saliva from his mouth,
"Big brother, how about I play for a while?"
"Here you go," the bald man panted, pulling out his slightly trembling penis, "
Come on, you go, I'll rest for a bit!"
"Thanks, big brother!" the skinny man exclaimed happily, spreading my vagina open,
"Haha, this stinky bitch's big cunt is so slippery for me, big brother!" The skinny man said as he inserted his fingers into my vagina.
"Oh, it's still pretty warm, hehe! I'll continue, let's see what it feels like to fuck you!" The skinny guy's fingers stirred and poked around in my vagina a few times before he impatiently shoved his long-awaited big cock into my vagina. Although the skinny guy was short, his cock was surprisingly big when it got hard, and it was slightly curved upwards in a banana shape. So, when the skinny guy's cock thrust hard into my vagina, the sharp glans always violently bumped against the upper wall of my vagina. One, two, three, dozens of times, the upper wall of my vagina began to feel sore and numb, while the skinny guy continued to move with great energy:
"Fuck, fuck, fuck you to death, you little slut!"
The skinny guy shouted maliciously as he thrust wildly, his evil little eyes staring at me. I closed my eyes again in embarrassment:
"Ah—, ah—, ah—," the intense pleasure made me groan again.
"Open your stinking mouth and give me a good blowjob!" The bald man pressed my head down impatiently, forcefully prying open my mouth with one hand and shoving his large penis, covered in my secretions, straight into my mouth. He then began thrusting rapidly, the hard glans slamming against my throat. My breathing became increasingly difficult, and I had to use my tongue to try and stop it. My bright red tongue clung tightly to the bald man's wet glans, and a strong, pungent stench made me gag repeatedly, large tears welling up in my eyes.
"Damn it, hurry up and blowjob, hurry up..." The bald man slapped my delicate face hard across the cheek, leaving five bright red welts. Left with no other choice, I had to obediently give the bald man oral sex. Thick saliva filled my mouth, and I couldn't move my head, so I could only let the saliva soak down my neck, making a mess.
"Ouch—," with a piercing scream from the bald man, gushes of foul-smelling, sticky fluid gushed from his swollen glans.
"Cough—, cough—, cough—," I coughed violently, trying to push the semen out of my mouth with my tongue, but the bald man wouldn't let me:
"Swallow it, you swallow it all!" He fiercely covered my mouth, and unable to breathe, I had no choice but to swallow the bald man's filthy semen. The bald man pried open my mouth, poked around with a finger, and after confirming that I had completely swallowed his semen, he grinned and mocked:
"How was it? Was it tasty?"
I was so disgusted that I couldn't say a word, and painful tears flowed like a gushing spring.
"And mine too, eat mine too!"
The words had barely left his mouth when the skinny guy pounced and shoved his huge cock into my mouth, while the fat guy, who had been constantly fondling my large breasts, slipped under me and thrust his huge cock into my vagina.
"Sigh, finally it's my turn..." I've been fucked by two strong men for almost an hour. Although I've received unexpected and intense stimulation and experienced inexplicable pleasure, because it's been so long, my vagina has gradually lost the initial exciting feeling and is slowly becoming numb. My thighs are stiff and sore from being raised for so long. I tried to put my legs down to relax, but the fat man wouldn't allow it:
"Damn it, lift them up, lift them higher!" He said while slapping my shiny big buttocks hard with his palm:
"Hahaha, what a fat ass, I really want to take a bite!" After saying that, the fat man simply pressed down on my legs and raised his whole body high. Under the pressure, I breathed with difficulty. While I was giving the skinny man oral sex, I could vaguely see the fat man's penis going in and out of my already messed-up vagina at an unimaginable speed. Hehe, of the three men, this fat man is the tallest and biggest, but what's very puzzling is that of the three men, the fat man's penis is the thinnest and shortest.
"Wow—," the skinny guy stared blankly and shouted. Suddenly, a fountain of semen shot into my mouth without spilling a drop. I swallowed the skinny guy's semen like I was taking medicine, while the skinny guy looked at me with glee. I finally swallowed the skinny guy's semen and was about to wipe my mouth when the fat guy suddenly straddled my neck and shoved his wet little penis into my mouth:
"Don't rush to clean up, there's still mine!"
I had no choice but to continue giving the fat guy oral sex. I was sucking the fat guy's penis with all my might when I suddenly felt an unbearable swelling pain at the entrance of my vagina, as if countless sewing needles were mercilessly stabbing me. I screamed and desperately pushed the fat guy off my chest. I looked up and examined my lower body. What I saw terrified me. The bald guy and the skinny guy, who had just ejaculated, were doing nothing. Out of boredom, they picked up the corn cob I had just stolen and were viciously shoving it into my vagina:
"Ah, no, no, big brother, this won't do, it will hurt like hell!" I instinctively reached out to resist the corn cob's slow penetration.
"Get out of here, behave yourself!" The bald man picked up a sharp knife from the ground and waved it in front of my eyes a few times:
"If you don't behave, I'll disfigure you. Quick, lift your legs higher!"
Looking at the gleaming knife, I dared not resist anymore and could only obediently let the bald man shove his thick, hard corncob into my vagina. The fat man , not yet satisfied, straddled my chest again:
"Damn it, don't be lazy, you haven't shoved it out yet, hurry up and shove it out!" After saying that, the fat man shoved his penis into my mouth again, and I endured the excruciating pain while giving the fat man oral sex with tears in my eyes. The skinny man pressed down hard on my thighs, and the bald man spread my labia and slowly pushed the corncob deep into my vagina, turning the tassel maliciously. The uneven corn kernels were like annoying caterpillars biting the tender flesh inside my vaginal walls. I trembled all over in pain, but the fat man's penis was pressed tightly against my throat, making it impossible for me to make any sound. The bald man twisted the corncob again, and I could clearly feel the sharp stalk violently ramming against my cervix, rubbing against it and causing an unbearable pain. Just as I was about to scream, the fat man's large buttocks trembled slightly, and a stream of thick semen gushed deep into my throat. I painfully closed my eyes and gagged violently, but the fat man's penis still wouldn't leave my mouth. The sticky semen was so hard to swallow that it actually spurted out of my nostrils.
"Fatty," the bald man shouted at the fat man, a sneer on his face as he poured his limp, murky urine onto my cheek. I tried to cover my face with my hands, but the skinny man yanked them away:
"Don't cover it! Enjoy my brother's fresh beer, or I'll beat you to death!"
My cheeks were exposed, the bald man's urine pouring over me, seeping into my mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears, then running down my chin, neck, and chest.
The fat man and the skinny man followed suit, also urinating on my face. I dared not cover my face, so I could only close my eyes and weep shamefully, my tears mingling with the murky urine.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt the surroundings suddenly become quiet. I opened my eyes blankly. Oh, those three despicable thugs had quietly slipped away and disappeared without a trace.
"Fuck you, you damned bastards, you'll all die a horrible death!" I cursed viciously, grabbing the shirt next to me to wipe the disgusting urine and salty tears from my face. Just as I was about to sit up, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower body. I then remembered that the corncob was still inserted in my vagina. I had no choice but to reach out with both hands and grab the tip of the corncob, pulling it out desperately.
"Ah—, it hurts so much!" The hard corncob felt like a wooden stake, firmly nailed to my vagina. With each pull, the corn kernels rubbed against the vaginal walls, causing me to scream in agony. But I had no choice but to pull it out. I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and finally pulled it out with a great effort.
"Ah—, it hurts so much!"
I finally pulled the corn cob out of my vagina and threw it at my feet. I sat up, staring at the horrible corn cob, covered in blood. I looked down at my lower body and saw bright red blood slowly flowing from my vagina. The sudden emptiness inside my vagina made the pain even worse. I felt something else inside, so I tentatively inserted two fingers to search: Ah, my poor vagina was filled with many fallen corn kernels.
...
After this happened, I didn't dare tell my husband. If he knew I had been gang-raped, he would beat me to death, maybe even stab me eight times. That would be too terrible. I didn't want to leave my beloved husband. He was so good, especially in bed—his skills were incredible.
Because I was constantly worried that my husband would find out and not forgive me, I couldn't eat or sleep well. The more I thought about it, the more frustrated and angry I became. Before long, my toothache flared up again. Alas, toothache isn't a serious illness, but when it hurts, it's excruciating. I clutched my cheek, which was swollen like a small mountain, and paced around the room in pain. In desperation, I had no choice but to go to Old Xiao's clinic at the west end of Gazi Village for help. Dr. Xiao pried open my mouth and looked inside, then said,
"Your tooth is rotten; it needs to be pulled completely!"
"How much does it cost to pull one tooth?"
"Fifty!"
"Ah, fifty yuan for a broken tooth? That's too expensive!"
"That's the price now; I haven't overcharged you a penny!"
"Lower the price!"
"Then tell me, how much can you pay?"
"Twenty!"
"No, that's too little; I can't pull it!"
"Thirty!"
"Thirty-five!"
"Alright, but you have to pay on credit first. I'll pay you after I sell the corn in the fall!"
"What!" Dr. Xiao shook his head unhappily:
"No, I never offer credit at my clinic!"
"But, Dr. Xiao, I really don't have the money right now!"
"If you don't have the money, forget it! You should find someone else to pull it!"
"Dr. Xiao!" I was really desperate; no one would pull my bad tooth without money:
"Please, please, I'm in so much pain! Just pull it out!"
"Hehe," Dr. Xiao suddenly revealed a lewd look:
"Since you can't come up with the cash, and I don't want to pay on credit, then so be it. Seeing how pitifully you're in pain, I'll do you a favor. I won't charge you for this tooth; I'll pull it for free!"
"Thank you, thank you, Dr. Xiao! I knew you were the kindest one! Hurry, hurry, hurry and pull it out for me!"
"No, you can't have your tooth pulled until the inflammation subsides, otherwise there's a risk of infection! Just bear with it for a few more days!" With that, Dr. Xiao leered at me, grabbing my hand.
"Oh my, you're really good-looking!"
"Really?" I understood the implication, knowing the meaning behind Dr. Xiao's words, and lowered my head shyly.
"Hahaha, such plump, big breasts!" Dr. Xiao had already unceremoniously reached into my blouse, wantonly grabbing and groping my breasts, his fingertips pinching my nipples hard. He was over sixty, but his lust was still insatiable. Sigh, men, they're all shameless lechers. You old hag, is your thing even usable anymore?
As I was pondering this, the lecherous old doctor Xiao lifted my shirt and began sucking deeply on my nipple:
"Mmm, so delicious, there's still milk, wow, so sweet!"
My son is still breastfeeding, hehe, this juicy milk is actually nourishing this old geezer. Dr. Xiao's big mouth, covered in white stubble, smacked and gulped as he sucked on my milk, swallowing it with gurgling sounds, while his other hand slipped inside my underwear:
"Your juices are so plentiful, so slippery, even though you've had a child, your little cunt is still so tight!"
Hmph, I thought to myself, tight what? It's like it's bursting, it's practically bursting.
"Let me see your little cunt, I can't take it anymore!"
Dr. Xiao pulled down my underwear, his wicked eyes fixed on my genitals. I closed my eyes in shame: Sigh, I'm so sorry to my husband. To save a few bucks for a tooth extraction, I let him touch, grope, suck, and lick me like this. Actually, for the smallest favors, I've long since shamelessly and frequently sold my body. Sometimes, for a bunch of scallions or a basket of potatoes, I'd pull down my pants and let him touch me as he pleased. I remember one year I went to the national grain reserve east of Gazi Village to collect grain—or rather, steal it. That day, I was caught red-handed by the warehouse keeper. He took me to a large, empty warehouse with seven or eight other men carrying hemp sacks. I begged the keeper to let me go, and he grinned and said, "I'll let you go, but you have to let me touch your ass." So, I had no choice but to pull down my pants and lean against the wall, sticking my buttocks up high, letting these people grab, touch, and scratch
me... "Oh—," I was just closing my eyes and daydreaming when I suddenly felt an intense itch in my genitals. I opened my eyes and saw that the old lecher had his head buried between my legs, his big mouth pressed tightly against my genitals, frantically sucking and licking my vagina and slightly erect clitoris. Ah, the feeling of having someone lick my genitals is truly wonderful. Although I often sell my body, this was the first time I had ever experienced having my genitals licked. I groaned with immense excitement, my hands involuntarily pressing down on Dr. Xiao's white-haired head:
"Oh—, oh—, it's so itchy!"
"I say, Bai Shun's wife, you have so much vaginal fluid, it almost choked me to death!"
"If you want to drink it, then drink as much as you like!" Dr. Xiao's sucking brought me unprecedented pleasure, and my initial sense of shame vanished instantly. I desperately twisted my plump buttocks to meet Dr. Xiao's sucking and licking. While frantically sucking, Dr. Xiao inserted three fingers into my vagina and stirred them wildly. Heh heh, this old man, almost decrepit, still has so much energy when it comes to women, not inferior to a strong young man at all.
"Mmm, so satisfying!" Dr. Xiao finally had his fill of my semen. He stretched his sore neck, wiped the semen from his face, then pulled out his withered, ginseng-like penis, rubbed it briefly, and then happily shoved it into my vagina:
"Heh heh, such a tender little cunt! Fuck a young woman, it feels so different!"
"What's different? Aren't they all the same thing?" I teased.
"No, no, it's different, it's different," Dr. Xiao said, thrusting his old penis rapidly, panting heavily. It seemed he couldn't deny his age; after only a few thrusts, his energy was waning.
"Ah, ah, ah, young women's cunts are so tight, tender, and slippery, the more I fuck them, the more exciting it gets, the more comfortable it feels, the more addictive it is, the more, the more..." The old man was already breathless, his words incoherent.
"If you're enjoying it, then fuck them as much as you want!" Actually, I also enjoy having relationships with strange men; it brings me a sense of novelty. Always playing with my own men is so boring, like eating big fish and meat every day—after a while, even the best pork and the freshest carp become tasteless. It's better to eat some scallions with soybean paste or stir-fried tofu with pickled mustard greens.
"Hey, hey, hey," the old man continued thrusting into my vagina, large drops of sweat streaming down his loose, age-spotted skin. His penis, dotted with brown spots and covered in my glistening secretions, sent a faint wave of pleasure through me each time it entered. Old age really does take its toll. After thirteen thrusts, I still couldn't experience the intense, ecstatic, exhilarating pleasure I felt when those three thugs raped me. If it weren't for the corncob being shoved into my penis at the end, I think that was the most satisfying sex I'd ever had.
"Ah—, ah—," I was savoring the strange feeling of that rape when the old man suddenly barked, then pulled out his penis. A few thin drops of semen weakly trickled from the shrunken glans. The old man's done for. Fifty yuan saved! Now you should pull my teeth for free!
...
To save a few dollars, I willingly offered my body to Dr. Xiao. Dr. Xiao was quite meticulous and finally removed my rotten, foul-smelling tooth from my swollen gums. I wiped the blood from my mouth and stumbled home, thinking: "That's great! The bad tooth's out, I won't hurt anymore." But that night, my gums were still incredibly painful. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Thick, foul-smelling liquid kept seeping from my mouth. I could only lie on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) and vomit into the spittoon under the bed, but I could never finish.
My condition worsened day by day. With my husband's support, I dragged my ailing body to Dr. Xiao to argue with him. After a heated bargaining session, Dr. Xiao finally agreed to give me five hundred yuan to continue treatment at the county hospital. I refused, saying I wouldn't leave his kang unless he gave me a thousand yuan. Dr. Xiao had no choice but to obediently hand over a thousand yuan. I took the thick wad of bills and stuffed it into my pocket, satisfied. Dr. Xiao, fearing I would cause him further trouble, drafted some kind of agreement for me to sign. Sign it? Fine, I'll sign it? As long as I get the money.
However, I didn't use the money to continue treatment at the county hospital. Instead, I only bought some of the cheapest anti-inflammatory pills to cope with my worsening condition. I was reluctant to spend money on treatment, but the disease wouldn't let me go easily. I was in excruciating pain, vomiting more and more foul-smelling pus and blood. I couldn't bear it any longer.
"Oh dear, you can't keep going like this! You'll die!" my neighbor, Aunt Wang, said with concern.
"You're very ill. The county hospital's medical level isn't good enough. You must go to the provincial capital for a thorough examination, otherwise your life is in danger!"
Alas, when you're poor, no one gives you money; when you're sick, a wise person offers a prescription! Everyone knows the hospitals in the provincial capital are good, but that requires money, money, you know? With no other option, my dear husband hastily made a stretcher and carried me to the provincial capital for treatment. After some examinations, the doctor kept shaking his head and sighing,
"You've come too late! The pus and blood have already seeped into my brain, turning into encephalitis. There's no hope!"
Hearing this, I was terrified. Tears streaming down my face, I begged the doctor to find a way to save my life. The doctor said,
"You still have a glimmer of hope, but it will cost a lot of money!"
"How much, doctor?"
"The first course of treatment will require at least a 30,000 yuan deposit, and then we'll see how the treatment goes!"
Oh, 30,000, 30,000 yuan! My God, where am I supposed to get 30,000 yuan? Even selling our dilapidated thatched house wouldn't raise that much! I was utterly desperate. My husband, dejected, had no choice but to carry me back home.
Sigh, I'm finished, I'm finished, I'm completely finished, I'm going to die! Honey, after I die, you absolutely must buy me a pair of leather shoes! I want pure cowhide, high heels, brown… [This post was edited by creazing on 2016-09-29 08:38]

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