Liulangzhuang Love Affair

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In Liulangzhuang, there's a colorful flag above the roof of a tissue company by the roadside. The flag cloth has faded to grayish-white, and
a large corner is missing. When the wind blows, it flutters loudly, looking quite carefree.
Heading west from Zhongguancun, past the main road behind Furongli Building, there's a bumpy, dirt road. A five-
minute will bring you to that old flag. Just two more turns and you'll reach my sleeping place.
It's a large courtyard house. The landlord occupies the main room; a small room on the west side is occupied by a young couple,
both from out of town working in Beijing, seemingly from different places, politely and awkwardly speaking
Mandarin . The large room on the east side is shared by the six of us.
Who are the six? There's "Zhou Dachun," who's preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam; "Liu Yejin," who's looking for a job;
"Ni Laoniang," a freelance writer; "
Liang and "Zhao Guoguo," whose identity is unclear. Oh, and there's me.
I've forgotten how the six of us ended up together. I only remember that
I met I just hung out with him,
and we'd chat late into the night, so we often shared a bed. Later, we got to know each other better, so we added an extra bed to the room and
started paying rent, which meant we were officially part of the group.
Of course, there was another, more important reason: with six people in one room, the rent was
incredibly cheap, only a few dozen yuan a month. For me, who had just arrived in Beijing and was so poor that I had to constantly check
the few dozen yuan in my pocket, that was enough to decide where I could live in Beijing.
Everyone was busy with their own things during the day, but they would always rush back for dinner. A big pot would be set up in the house, and all sorts of
meat and vegetables would end up in the same pot: everything would be dumped in! Sometimes there would be more than ten
kinds of vegetables , which we called "Beijing Stew." Lots of oil were used, leaving everyone's lips shiny with grease.
"Look at you all! You all look like you've just licked a woman's pussy!!" The famous freelance writer "Your
Old Mother " pointed at our lips, describing us with utter malice.
"Damn it! So what? If we run out of oil, we'll just get some of that woman's juices to cook with. At least it's
animal fat! I heard that woman's juices are salty and fishy, so we don't even need salt!" Mentioning this, "Menstrual Flow"
immediately perked up, her thoughts wandering. She made Zhou Dachun so disgusted he went to the door to vomit.
This kind of association was always very frequent. When you're well-fed, you think of lust. With your stomach full, the thing in your crotch is like
an old dog at dusk, both leisurely and restless, always making some noise.
At times like these, the young woman from out of town living in the courtyard often became the butt of everyone's food,
someone they would occasionally lick and savor. She wasn't actually pretty, but her waist was quite impressive. When she hung clothes out to dry, from
behind , her slender waist and pert bottom gave her a rather alluring charm. Lying in bed lost in thought,
I would occasionally hear her spicy, crisp voice coming from the courtyard—hey, it had a certain allure.
The young woman's surname was Li, so every time we went to sleep, someone in the house would call out in a high-pitched, delicate voice:
"Little Li! Little Li!...Oh!" Then everyone would fall asleep together.
This happened one night.
"Hey! Hey!" someone called in a high-pitched voice in my ear.
I was half asleep when "Zhou Dachun" woke me up. That kid, with his mischievous, high-pitched voice, was as
mysterious as an old witch. "Come...look!" he said, then crouched down, crouched low, and peeked out of the door.
A jolt went through me, and I sprang to my feet, barefoot in my shorts, and followed him.
"Zhou Dachun" was huddled behind an old brick wall. I got so close I almost kissed his earlobe. I felt nauseous
for a moment, then turned my head to the side.
Holy crap! There was a dark, indistinct thing moving in the passageway next to the toilet, making animal-like noises.
As my blood rushed to my head, my eyes gradually adjusted, and I could see that the thing clearly looked like two
people having sex. The woman was standing, her back arched against an old, erect object, while the man was lifting her legs. Neither of them
was fully clothed; I could only see the man's thrusting hips. The woman's body gradually swayed to one side,
one hand falling from the man's shoulder and bracing itself against something nearby. Unfortunately, they were in the darkness of the passageway, so I
couldn't the woman's face.
The man's movements became faster and faster, and the woman breathed heavily. Suddenly, the man groaned, jerked
his body , and froze, motionless. The woman's other hand slid down from behind the man.
Zhou Dachun and I turned around silently, as if in a daze, slipped back into the house, and hid under the covers. A while later,
"Zhao Guoguo" tiptoed in and climbed into his bed.
A huge mystery kept me awake all night: who was that woman? The landlady? A young mistress?!
God! Please save my wounded yet unyielding little brother! It spent the whole night in lonely doubt,
envy , disdain, jealousy, and finally restless anger, until I woke up the next day and could no longer ignore its
presence. It hung heavily in my crotch, like a bloody question mark, or
a dog looking for food while always on guard. It was in my crotch; I could feel its presence. It directed my eyes to
the two buttocks of every woman moving around, reveling until I was exhausted and began to have endless, unending fantasies on them.
The world shrank, and only men and women existed, male and female. The intricate social relationships were simplified,
leaving only the question of penetration: a penis and a vagina.
"To fuck or not to fuck? That is the question!" All day long, this Hamlet-like
question lingered in my mind.
And the atmosphere of six single men in one room constantly spurred me on. The topic of sex would start with any seemingly unrelated
trivial matter and then go on endlessly. Even Zhou Dachun, studying for his "Political Economy" exam, seemed to find something interesting
—suddenly, he threw the book aside, a flash of enlightenment in his glasses, "I finally
understand! Actually, 'sexual resources' can be completely solved through macro-control, so that
none to suffer!"
"Mercury" immediately began discussing with him the specific operational plan for "macro-control of sexual resources,"
incidentally leading to propositions such as "sexual repression is the driving force of revolution" and "whoever controls sexual resources controls political power
. "
"Let me give you an example!" Liu Yuejing said eloquently, "In this courtyard, if everyone
snatches a young wife tonight and each of you has sex with her, that's revolution; but if from now on, I'm in charge of the young wives, and I arrange for you to
have sex with them every three days, everyone makes full use of the resources, manages them uniformly, and uses them long-term, that's macro-control; in this way..."
"Come on, you all have to beg me and listen to me, then I'll actually control the government of this courtyard! Hehe!" "
Haha! Then our revolution can be called the 'Six Wolves Village Uprising'!" Your mother immediately gave
a historical summary.
A hot, throbbing thing immediately stirred in my crotch. I was completely convinced that if
someone raised the call, I would be very willing to participate in such a "revolution."
"Hell!..." Liang Xiaoqie screamed, her stiff body collapsing onto the bed like a charred log.
Only Zhao Guoguo smiled meaningfully.
I started guessing again, was that woman from last night the young wife? Was she?
Stepping out of the house, I was startled: the young wife was washing clothes by the pond in the courtyard! She even
looked me.
Good heavens, who was my rock-hard penis pointing at? At the young wife's face! The angle was perfect; if I went
straight ahead three meters, the head of my penis would likely be shoving into her mouth.
I was startled by my own imagination, and with difficulty, I circled around the young woman. I was sure she
saw the state of my crotch, because from her bent-over back, I could see her ears suddenly turn red.
I changed my mind. Instead of walking straight out of the yard, I deliberately, mischievously and with
a hint turned back to her side and washed my hands under the tap.
At that moment, my penis was less than twenty centimeters from her face! If I turned to the side, or she turned
her face , we would inevitably touch. I enjoyed this tension at close range.
I kept washing my hands, washing and washing, while her face grew increasingly red, and I could hear her soft
breaths . It was under these circumstances that my penis swelled, bulging to a new height at my crotch.
The young woman suddenly muttered something, dropped the clothes she was holding, and comically turned and ran away. I
gave a triumphant chuckle. Just then, she turned back at the door, her eyes flashing
with a hint of malice, her expression a mix of embarrassment, reproach, and yet, more like a seductive female beast.
I wanted to rush at her, but I didn't dare. A strange itch stirred within me as I left. After a few steps, I
lowered my head , dejected: I had failed again. For
the next few days, my wife was the most captivating woman in the world. Look at her gait, so graceful. Her waist seemed to possess some hidden elasticity, her eyes, so alluring and enigmatic. Even the most ordinary women's clothing, worn by her, exuded a unique sensuality, revealing her curvaceous figure, captivating all who beheld her! And what was even more irresistible… she bumped into me! That meaningful bump, occurring one evening, awakened all the poetry within me . Two young bodies collided, each fully experiencing the heat and vitality of the other's body, filled with impatient hints and a love tinged with resentment. Was I being too slow to react? I savored the collision, discovering many unusual aspects: I was about to leave through the gate when she came in carrying vegetables. When I saw her, I did pause , hesitate, and perhaps stood still for a moment. She approached, her face upturned, her eyes fixed on my face before quickly looking away, her steps unwavering. We drew closer, and as I mentally assessed the possibility of physical contact, she suddenly bumped into my right shoulder. It was the weight of her entire body tilting to one side; I could even feel the softness and elasticity of her breasts against my shoulder. Then , she let out a soft cry, and with her other free hand, in a flurry (or perhaps intentionally) , she lightly pinched my waist. Wearing only a thin garment, I could instantly perceive the smallness and dexterity, the experience and shyness of her hand. I dodged to the side, and she hurriedly slipped through the door. When I came to my senses, I replayed the route and distance between us before we collided, comparing them repeatedly. I concluded that under normal circumstances , a collision was impossible; at most, we would have just brushed past each other. This discovery filled me with a mixture of surprise and delight . Good heavens! She was taking advantage of me! I immediately placed myself in the position of a pure virgin, while she was clearly a young woman actively seducing me, intending to take advantage of me. This gave me a childlike boldness—after all, I was the one being taken advantage of! I was still a 100% virgin ! I approached her with a touch of roguishness. "Wow, doing laundry? Wash one for me!" She gave me a slightly fierce look, which startled me, and I walked away dejectedly. However, this approach did yield results. She spoke to me: "Why is your room always so noisy?!" "It's not me!" I quickly excused myself, deliberately mentioning Zhao Guoguo: "He's the one who talks too much!" I didn't notice any particular expression on her face. She was shaking the sheets, making a rustling sound, quite efficient. "Your sheets aren't dry, let me wring them out for you!" I was strong, and with a little force, she couldn't hold onto the other end, and the wet sheet fell to the floor. "Ouch! Look at you, what kind of strength are you using!" I blushed. "You have to wash them again. Go get your dirty clothes, I might as well wash them for you too!" Wow! This is promising. I jumped into the room, picked up two clean pieces of clothing that didn't need washing, and suddenly, I deliberately wrapped a pair of underwear inside. "Your clothes are fairly clean," she assessed, turning them inside out, pausing for a moment, then shoving my shorts into the water. A surge of joy welled up inside me. "I saw you one night..." I continued, testing the waters. "You men are all the same, what are you doing watching people at night!" "...In the hallway." I stared at her face. Her face hardened, then darkened. "Peeping at someone using the toilet?!" "No! No!" I quickly backed away, "I just happened to see you." This statement lost all meaning. "You guys... I think you're the only one who's honest... you're not exactly good people either!" she muttered. "I'm a good guy," I said shamelessly, "and a virgin!" "Go away! Go away!..." she said, "Who knew you men were all such bad people!" "Oh?... My brother isn't a good person either?" "Him?!... Hmph! No ambition!" I didn't understand what she meant. I squatted there, unsure what to say. In short, I felt a sweet warmth inside; after all, it was the first time a woman had washed my clothes. Furthermore, having a young married woman speak to you at such close range carries significant meaning. Once you become familiar with her, the young woman becomes less mysterious, a bit talkative, and says things that seem trivial. What before...

The vegetable vendors at the market were all from her hometown in Anhui, talking about how cheap the floral fabrics were at the morning market, and so on.
However, her body still alluring me.
I first entered her room a month later; it had practically everything. A rice cooker and pillow were on a
table , and freshly dried women's underwear was piled on the television. It was a bit messy, but the bed was large and looked quite
clean and comfortable. There were pictures of celebrities on the wall next to it, the kind with exposed breasts. The whole room had a very homey atmosphere, yet also the inevitable traces and smell of
a young couple's lewdness.
I deliberately chose to go when her husband was there, as if to conceal some purpose.
"Busy?"
I saw her tidying things up by the bed, greeting her husband.
"Oh! Please come in, please come in!—Sit inside!"
her husband greeted me. He took a cigarette from me and sat back down on a low stool. A pile of screws lay on the floor;
it seemed he was repairing old appliances.
I stepped into the room. She glanced back at me, her gaze cold, seemingly offering no welcome, and
continued folding the clothes and small bag in her hands.
I casually sat on the edge of the bed, leaning towards her husband below, talking to him. About a foot behind me,
her arm swayed, occasionally brushing against my side.
Suddenly, I felt a weight on my back, a soft, fleshy mass pressing against my side. My
head her outstretched arms, placing a neatly arranged stack of clothes next to the television, her
chest pressed unabashedly against my shoulder.
I glanced guiltily at her husband. She, however, remained expressionless. One leg, kneeling on the edge of the bed, slid apart, the taut
fabric at the crotch tearing open, revealing a glimpse of her fair thigh muscles. My finger pretended to
accidentally touch her thigh. As if correcting a mistake, she moved my hand back to its original position, rested her knee on
the edge of the bed, and silently slid off.
I spoke a few more words to her husband, then turned to her. "Sister-in-law, what are you making for dinner today?"
She snorted and rolled her eyes at me. "Didn't you already eat? Even if there's something good, there's nothing for you."
I smiled ingratiatingly. "Sister-in-law, you should try some of the good food."
She retorted sharply, "No good food! We're poor! We can't afford it!"
At this point, I punished her by boldly pinching the tip of her buttock.
She looked back at me in disbelief and surprise. I was also startled by my own action. However,
the feeling of her plump buttock still lingered on my fingertips.
She quickly looked away, glanced at her husband, and said, "Are you done yet? I'm starving!"
Her husband said, "It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon. -- Why don't you eat some more, and we can have some drinks?"
I quickly said, "Oops, please!" and hurriedly slipped away. The young wife watched me go, her eyes somewhat dazed,
seemingly still not recovered from my pinch.
"You're so bold! Daring to flirt with your sister-in-law in front of my man! Huh?!" One day, she suddenly grabbed
my ear and said fiercely.
I, however, laughed awkwardly, "I won't do it again!—I won't do it in front of your man again!"
"Pah!..." Her expression was strange, and her ears turned red.
That very evening after dinner, I strolled into her room again.
She was sitting cross-legged on the big bed, doing nothing.
As usual, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking around. I casually opened a drawer on the table next to me,
and found condoms and some bottles piled up inside. I chuckled.
My wife, seeing my strange laugh, snatched the drawer and blushed deeply for the first time: "This isn't something you
kids should see!" She shoved me on the shoulder.
"Ah!..." I exaggeratedly leaned to the side onto her bed. I was already quite intimate with her, and I reached out
to touch her bent white thighs. "What a comfortable bed!"
"Are you trying to get yourself killed!" She slapped my hand.
"Hey, what time will you be back tonight, brother?" I asked casually, my heart pounding.
"Three shifts! This month I'm on the afternoon shift, so I come back late, but I haven't earned much money. Unlike you educated folks, you
can work so easily and earn so much."
I swallowed hard, and a scene suddenly came to mind: her husband wasn't home, the door was ajar, and
the rest of us had gone to see a movie. The landlord always closed his door early. Nobody in the yard would notice
what was happening here!
"Well..." I tried to say something, but my throat was burning, and I couldn't squeeze out the next sentence.
The young woman was still kneeling on the bed, her face turned to listen to what I had to say. My mind raced with thoughts, but I
was overwhelmed by the imagined events that were about to unfold.
"Hey... what are you doing lying here? It's unseemly, get up!" She pushed me first.
"Rest for a bit, rest for a bit." My hand wrapped around hers. We pushed and shoved each other, and I suddenly
grabbed her hand and pulled her down. "Ahhh!..." She struggled, her arms and legs clamped around me.
I held her writhing waist tightly, flipped her over, and pinned her down. We looked at
each other , panting, neither of us saying a word. I felt my lower abdomen swelling up as if it were filled with air.
"Get off me," she said.
"No!"
"Let's see if you get off!"
She grabbed my arm, trying to flip me over. I, holding down one of her hands and pinning her kicking
leg with my leg, panting heavily, remained on top of her.
I was worried that my taut penis wouldn't be able to handle the stimulation and would ejaculate immediately. I stopped on top of her, afraid to move.
"So what do you want to do?!" she stared at me intently.
"I want to rape you!" Of course, I couldn't say that out loud. I'd better catch my breath! I thought to myself.
Unable to bear the wait any longer, she began to struggle again. By then, my penis had passed the urge to ejaculate, leaving only a rock-hard
erection. I started tearing at her clothes.
"You bastard...you pervert..." she murmured weakly, her hands flailing.
I already knew perfectly well what was going on; she wouldn't be happy if I wasn't being a pervert! I thought to myself as I acted.
This young woman was really wet. Her breasts were white and firm, bouncing in two large bulges. My fingers greedily grasped and squeezed them,
sliding inside her loosened clothes, filled with the tantalizing aroma of flesh, so smooth and delicious. I squeezed her lower abdomen, and
she let out a burp, her legs miraculously bending up from behind me, kicking my waist.
The matter was clear; I wouldn't stop until I got what I wanted!
Suddenly, something inappropriate occurred to me: "Have you slept with Zhao Guoguo?" I thought about it with great excitement.
"What nonsense are you spouting?!" The young woman's voice suddenly turned cold. She shoved me away, struggled to get up, and tried
to button her clothes.
"I saw everything!"
"Get lost!" The young woman twisted her shoulder, shaking off my hand. Half of her breast was half-concealed, exuding a deadly
allure.
I was even more certain that she and Zhao Guoguo had been intimate. I leaned closer. "So what if you have? Tell me, what's
the big deal ?" My eyes were glued to her half-exposed breast.
She pushed my face away. "Are you crazy? Get out!... My husband is coming back."
"Didn't you say he works three shifts?"
"Just kidding!"
I grinned and walked to the door, locking it. I ran back. "If he comes, let him wait outside."
The young woman was furious: "Are you crazy?... I'm going to call for help!"
"Go ahead and call!" I pounced on her on the bed. I was so confident that I had no scruples.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh..."
Her mouth was sealed by me. She struggled fiercely, sometimes her grip hurt.
I only pulled down half of her pants, revealing her snow-white buttocks from below, the middle part a moist, tender red. I
guided my penis to her entrance and sank down...
Wow! It felt so good! I almost screamed.
"Ugh... ugh..." Her eyes were unfocused, her gaze scattered.
I started thrusting, in and out quickly.
"You... and... Zhao Guoguo... did... have... or not?" I asked, panting as I moved
.
"I..."
"Say it!... Did you or not!" I thrust hard a few times.
"If you say yes... then yes!... Oh... oh!"
"Where... was it... in the hallway?" I asked, full of wickedness.
Her eyes searched for mine, dazed. "Yes... in the hallway."
"How did you do it?... Was it like this?" My penis was throbbing with desire, brimming with masculinity.
"...Yes."
"Where? Your pussy?!...You stinking woman...Will you do it here?!" I was so excited my scalp
tingled, my fingers reaching down to her anus.
Her body trembled, her waist arching, her voice trembling with tears: "Do...do it everywhere!...
Oh!"
My heart warmed, my fingers finding the opening and pushing inside. Her hips suddenly twisted violently, then swayed high
. My entire finger sank in, feeling tight and hot inside, stuck.
"It hurts...you fucking...it hurts..." Her body trembled strangely.
"Hmm...hmm...humph!" I thrust hard and fast.
The little wife twisted wildly below me, I pulled up her trousers, revealing her two white thighs, which landed heavily
on my shoulders. Her calves hooked and twitched, so fucking horny!
"Who else have you been with?!" I asked, watching my red-hot penis move in and out of her secret hole.
"Ah...ah..." she gasped, unable to speak.
"Say it!" I felt myself coming, a wave chasing right behind me, making me
lose my rhythm from the impact.
"Ah!..." I jerked, stopping there, my semen gushing out like a fountain.
The young woman's private parts were a mess, covered in vaginal fluid and semen. Her sparse pubic hair was wet and stuck together.
I was still touching her private parts when the young woman got up and slapped me hard across the face, staring at me
panting , "Even my husband has never done this to me! -- You son of a bitch!"
"Is this your first time? Huh?!" she gasped, a half-smile on her face. Her hair was
soaked with sweat.
"Of course!" I panted, feeling completely drained.
But the young woman wouldn't let me go, pushing me down and sitting on top of me. Her white thighs were high
on either side of me. I stroked her along the back of her knee, moving lower and lower. "Tell me, who else have you slept with?"
"You!—" The young woman leaned down fiercely, her ample breasts obscuring my face.
...
A few months later, I found a job and moved away from Liulangzhuang. Six months later, Liulangzhuang was demolished to make way for
Wanliu Residential Area. I lost contact with everyone I had lived with back then—we had only temporarily joined together,
and there wasn't much of a personal connection between us. The young woman and her husband had moved to who-knows-where in Beijing. I thought
I would never have the chance to meet her again in this lifetime. She and Liulangzhuang became my earliest
memories of Beijing.
Later, I happened to meet Zhao Guoguo at a bus stop once, and we chatted briefly in a hurry.
"...Who was it that night? Was it the young wife?"
"How could you think it was her?!" Zhao Guoguo was surprised. "I've never spoken a word to her."
"Then...?"
"The landlady's sister!...That slut was really something! Wasn't she?" After saying this, Zhao Guoguo hurriedly caught
a bus.
I couldn't recall the landlady having a sister who had ever lived in the courtyard. That night in Liulang Village, which enlightened me,
remains a permanent mystery.
[The End]

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