A Lifetime of Depravity: The Cultural Revolution

A Life of Depravity: The Cultural Revolution
This was an era that drove the Chinese people mad, an era out of control
. The Cultural Revolution was raging across mainland China.

My small city was making a painful break with its old civilization.

Every street, every shop, every building had been transformed. Countless slogans, in all their
vibrant colors, were written on the streets and walls. Newly built buildings displayed large red brick "Loyalty" characters hanging in the center
.

Thousands of years of civilization had been relegated to the scrap yard. Qu Yuan and Li Bai were reduced to ashes in a raging fire,
completing their new romantic masterpieces. In a mountain of records, Beethoven, Mozart, Mei
Lanfang, and Cheng Yanqiu were gathered together, smashed to pieces with pickaxes, the cracking sounds causing
me, amidst the chaos, immense heartache.

As a revolutionary youth, I shouted with sincere revolutionary aspirations and plunged into the torrent of this era.

In just one short year, I experienced a dizzying array of events. From school to society, all sorts of people revealed
their true colors, and the changes were dazzling. In a single day, truth could become falsehood, and heroes could become
villains. The bewilderment that followed the excitement left me, a young man, utterly bewildered.

"Li Siyong, you black bastard, our red collective doesn't want you!" With those words, I was kicked out of the "Bombardment Headquarters," a place I had once been incredibly proud of. Although I was skilled in both academics and military affairs, and had once been sought after
by both the 729 Headquarters and the "Bombardment Headquarters," because of my father's criminal background, I was now a black bastard, a discarded son of the people, no longer the spirited youth I once was. 　　My father, Li Pengju, was an underground worker before liberation, engaged in intelligence work for a long time, directly under the command of General Li Kenong of the CCP's Special Higher Police. After liberation, he was a high-ranking police officer in the Shaanxi Provincial Public Security Bureau. My mother joined the Party after liberation and was a violinist at the provincial opera troupe. 　　In this crazy era, they were naturally the focus of serious attention from the rebels. So my father was imprisoned again, only this time in his most beloved Communist prison. My mother was ordered to sever ties with him, but she deeply loved my father and fought against them. 　　Due to my family's martial arts tradition, I learned martial arts from a young age. My father passed on his authentic Southern Five Ancestors Fist to me, which made me physically strong; my muscular physique once made the girls at school scream. It's said that sons resemble their mothers, and this was certainly true for me. My mother's beautiful appearance was passed down to me without reservation, and coupled with my extraordinary aptitude for music, my mother's violin often produced the most beautiful melodies in my hands. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　"Hmm, Siyong, you're so bad! Ah…it hurts…" Zeng Lina's left leg was raised high, pressed against the wall by me, her lower body enduring my surging thrusts. I ignored her feelings; the key was that I was in a bad mood today, a nameless annoyance that made my normally tender heart turn somewhat violent. 　　I thrust in and out hundreds of times, almost frantically, each time reaching the deepest part of her vagina, caring nothing for any fancy techniques . 　　Lina's face contorted in pain, her small mouth biting her cherry lips as if to draw blood. I could deeply feel the surging passion within her ; her painful yet pleasurable moans and heavy breathing echoed in the empty classroom . 　　I've never liked to make a scene when I'm having sex with her; I always release my most primal energy silently . So when she couldn't hold on any longer and begged me to lie down, I chuckled lewdly, withdrew my long-awaited penis, and watched her collapse listlessly onto the cold floor, her vaginal fluids flowing like a fountain from her vulva . 　　I squatted down and slapped her face hard with my penis, asking, "Want to do it again? I'm not done yet ." 　　I could tell she both loved and feared me; her phoenix eyes were full of joy and shyness, her nostrils flared, and the words coming from her lips were incoherent, just mumbling as she stared at me blankly. 　　"Hey, get up, I have to go home, my mom's waiting for me to eat." I climbed naked off Zeng Lina's fair body. Zeng Lina was an art teacher at Nanhai No. 1 Middle School, but she hadn't taught me; she was eight years older than me. 　　I knew her not because we went to the same school, but because of her younger sister, Zeng Liyuan—or rather, she actively seduced me. I don't want to go into details here, after all, matters between men and women are often better left unsaid; it was just that—she was captivated by me the moment she saw me, and out of absolute vanity and pure lust, I slept with her. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　At that time, regular classes were no longer held. Several panels of the school gate were missing, and the corridor walls were covered with large slogans and numerous cartoons. 　　I remember it was my turn to clean that day. By the time I finished, the moon was already high in the sky. 　　The moonlight outside the classroom was like water, and the two rows of tall white poplars rustled. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a violin. It seemed to come from beyond the heavens, ethereal and distant. If I hadn't known that my mother was at home brewing medicine for my father, I would have thought it was my mother playing. 　　After a while, it drifted closer, carrying a thousand tender feelings, like a pair of lovers whispering sweet nothings under the window . I strolled towards the sound of the violin. It was Mozart's violin piece—"Adagio in E major." 　　To be honest, hearing such a piece in this era was quite surprising. 　　How discordant the violin sound was with everything around it! 　　This was a time of great chaos, 1967, the Cultural Revolution raging fiercely , a time of upheaval and upheaval. The land of China was filled with the sounds of armed conflict. 　　This melody, like heavenly music, drifted towards me through the dark corridor. At the end of the corridor, a door was ajar , letting in a sliver of light. I gently opened the door. 　　A young woman was playing the violin. She stood by the window, her back to the door, unaware of my footsteps.

The sound of the door opening

filled the empty classroom, leaving only the echoing sound of the violin.

Under the fluorescent lights, she wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a slightly worn blue skirt that reached her knees.
She was barefoot, wearing light green flip-flops. Her hair,
loosely tied back as if freshly washed, was tied with a red ribbon. She tilted her head slightly, holding the violin between her fingers, revealing her long, fair neck.
Her bowing arm moved up and down.

I watched her silently; this beautiful music was being played by such a young girl
, and in this year of "Red Terror"! The music gradually faded, finally returning to silence.

"That's forbidden, young lady." The girl turned around, without the slightest fear. Her beautiful
eyes sparkled. "Who are you?" Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale's song. "
What do you know? What piece is this?" Her words carried a hint of scorn and mockery.

"Mozart's 'Adagio in E major,' isn't it? You play it very well. Who taught you?" I deliberately
looked at her with an air of superiority. I hadn't seen this girl before; she probably wasn't from our school.

She looked at me with surprise. In our ordinary middle school, it
was rare to hear someone recognize such an elegant violin piece.

"You can play? My mom taught me."

"Me too, my mom taught me. We're not from the same family, are we?"

I teased, taking the violin from her. Perhaps my proper playing posture intimidated her; she ignored
my flirtatious manner. Hearing my passionate and unrestrained playing, she exclaimed, "Sarasate's 'Zigeunerweisen
's Song'! You're not a student here."

"Yes, I am. I'm a second-year high school student. My name is Li Siyong. What's yours?" I returned the violin to her, my
eyes roaming over her innocent beauty.

"My name is Zeng Liyuan. I never expected..." I knew she was surprised that such a talented person existed in a remote, impoverished high school
. I smiled slightly, walked out the door, and felt a slight chill in my open coat,
unaware that a pair of bright eyes were staring intently at me behind me.

*** *** *** ***

"Why are you back so late? The food's cold. Let me heat it up." My mother always waits for me to come home so we
can eat together.

"Mom, I'll heat it up." I insisted on doing it with my mother. She's had a tough few years, and I know
the pain in her heart. She often cries secretly at night, but the next day she faces her son with a smile.

My mother smiled slightly, "You should just sit and wait. Don't make things worse." Although I'm
quite good at cooking, I'm no match for my mother.

My mother's smile is like an angel's. I stared at her slender figure, and my busy mother had a different
kind of beauty, a natural charm swirling around her every move. I pinched my thigh hard, and
even my loving mother had a wicked thought. What a sin!

*** *** *** ***

I felt as if everyone in China had gone mad. No one questioned this revolutionary movement.
As a participant, I experienced firsthand a movement that completely transformed me—
a movement to overthrow "monsters and demons.

" The slogan "Carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution through to the end!" echoed throughout the square, which was
more like ruins than a square.

Dozens of "monsters and demons," including the school's Party Secretary and Principal, were brought here to be tortured.

Uniform rubber whips mercilessly lashed these former teachers. There were no shouts
, only groans, because any shout would bring double the punishment. Some coughed up blood, some
fainted.

I saw it—I saw my beloved English teacher, Fang Wenling, kneeling with her hands bound behind her back, being beaten.

She couldn't hold on any longer; her body lurched forward, her shaved head slamming against a broken wall with a
terrible thud. I couldn't bear to watch any longer; my whole body trembled, and an indescribable pain gripped my
heart.

This horrific scene of beating haunted me for years to come. Perhaps it was from that moment that my worldview
and philosophy of life underwent a profound transformation, deeply influencing my future path.

*** *** *** ***

The warehouse, originally used for storing sports equipment, had been divided into several rooms. I knew those female "demons and monsters
" were locked on the right. I had observed the layout during the day, but in the moonlight, I couldn't see her. Impossible
; I had seen her locked up here during the day.

Turning my head, I saw light coming from a small hut fifty meters away, and faint voices could be heard. I quietly ran to the
hut and peered through a small hole. Teacher Fang was completely naked, her hands bound to the roof beam, her prominent pubic
hair hanging down; she was clearly unconscious.

"Damn it, this counter-revolutionary is faking death! Wake her up!" With a shout, a basin of cold water was poured over her
head. She groaned, opened her tired, lifeless eyes, stared blankly at these people, and then lowered her head again.

A short man dressed in Red Guard clothing walked up to her, his hands lewdly
kneading her sagging breasts. I recognized this guy; his name was Hou Yong. He was always a troublemaker at school, disliked studying, and was always
causing trouble. If it weren't for this movement, he would have been expelled long ago.

"Fang Wenling, you anti-Party element, why don't you bow your head and confess your crimes? Honestly tell me who your accomplices are."
Hou Yong deliberately ran his fingers along the whip marks. Teacher Fang couldn't help but tremble all over. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she
spat a mouthful of saliva on Hou Yong's face.

Hou Yong laughed loudly, shamelessly sticking out his tongue and licking it. "I'm telling you, my dear Teacher Fang, you slut
, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time." His hand kept rubbing inside Teacher Fang's vulva. "Do you remember that
night when someone was watching you take a bath outside your window? That was me, Hou Yong." After saying that, he chuckled wickedly.
He pulled down his pants, revealing his half-dead penis.

His accomplices, leering, stepped forward and untied the ropes. Teacher Fang collapsed to the ground, utterly
exhausted. Because her lower body was facing me as she fell, I could clearly see her dark
pubic hair matted and a thin slit glistening with moisture.

Then, I saw Hou Yong, half-kneeling, forcefully thrust his already erect penis into Teacher Fang's vagina
, moaning softly, clearly excited. I saw his thick waist swaying repeatedly, his heavy
breathing and panting mingled with beastly cries. I was consumed by rage, my fists clenched so tightly I
could hear my bones cracking.

The annihilation of humanity, the rampant evil—this was a regression of an era. Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw those beasts
taking turns raping their former teacher!

*** *** *** ***

As usual, my mother brought food from home to visit my father, but this time was different. The guard wasn't the same
person as before; it was one of my father's former subordinates, named Hang Tianfang. My father had originally planned to promote him, but
he was later demoted to a prison guard in the detention center for having illicit affairs, and he harbored deep resentment towards my father.

"Comrade Tianfang, are you on duty today?" my mother said with a smile.

"Hehe, sister-in-law, I've come to bring you food. There are regulations now that prisoners' families can't visit them freely." Hang Tianfang,
with his uneven teeth, held a toothpick in his mouth and leered at my mother.

"Ah, Comrade Tianfang, please make an exception and let me see Old Li today. I'll definitely
ask permission first another day." My mother pleaded, her pretty face full of entreaties.

Hang Tianfang took his mother's hand and said, "Sister-in-law, come in first. It's windy outside; don't catch a chill
." His lecherous hands caressed his mother's delicate hands, his eyes burning with lust.

His mother blushed and placed the basket on the table. Seeing that there were only the two of them in the room, she couldn't help but feel a little
timid.

"Let me be honest with you, Old Li is under my control now. I can do whatever I want with him, sister-in-law, what do you
say?" Hang Tianfang threatened his mother. "If you behave well, it'll be good for Old Li too."

His mother remained silent for a long time, then looked up at him and said, "Then what do you want me to do to get me to go in and visit Old
Li?"

Hang Tianfang leered as he walked towards his mother, reaching out to touch her face and saying, "After all these years, you
haven't aged a bit. I wanted to sleep with you the first time I saw you at your house, but it's not too late now." After saying
that, he suddenly threw his mother onto the bench, grabbed her bra, sniffed it deeply
, and then threw it on the ground.

His mother tightly closed her beautiful eyes. She felt her pants being pulled down, and a pair of hands were wandering
around her pubic area, gently stroking her pubic hair. Suddenly, a finger went in, and his mother felt a
tingling sensation, and couldn't help but groan.

Hang Tianfang chuckled, "You slut, so you're a whore after all. You always act all innocent and pure
, I thought you were frigid." With that, he pulled down his pants, took out his battle-hardened
penis, and slammed it hard into his mother's vagina. His mother let out a painful, helpless cry.

I slipped away and went home. Seeing no one at home, I knew my mother must have gone to deliver food again. I waited and
waited, but my mother didn't return.

So, I decided to go and get her. When I arrived at the detention center, there was no one at the door, so I went straight in
.

I saw a room with some light. I peeked inside and saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang,
her slender legs draped over his shoulders, the chair creaking.

After a while, Hang Tianfang picked up his mother, told her to put her hands on the table, and then thrust into
her from behind. His mother's breasts swayed violently with each thrust, and a thin stream of fluid flowed
down her beautiful legs. Suddenly, Hang Tianfang cried out, "Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Then he
collapsed on top of his mother, motionless.

His mother quickly rolled him off, and she heard Hang Tianfang say weakly, "Take the key yourself.
I'm exhausted from being with you, you slut, I need a rest." His mother quickly put on her clothes and took the key from his waist
. I stood coldly at the window, filled with immense anger.

In a daze, I looked around. The night wind howled in the quiet night, whipping up fallen banners that flew into
the sky. My heart seemed to rise and fall with the wind. In a daze, I found myself at my school.

"You've finally come. I've been waiting for you all these days, you know?" The voice sounded familiar, but
I couldn't place it. The night was hazy, and the person standing quietly under the sycamore tree was clearly a woman.

I gave her a cold look. "I don't know you. Who are you?" I felt a
strange hostility towards all women now.

"I'm Zeng Liyuan, have you forgotten? 'Adagio in E Major'." Her voice sounded somewhat sad.

I approached and looked closer. Hmm, it was the girl who played the violin in the classroom that night. Was her name Zeng Liyuan
?

"Oh, it's you. Why are you standing here so late?" I was a little surprised. I hadn't
looked closely that night, but she was quite pretty, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a high nose. Perhaps because she was breathing heavily, her high,
firm breasts immediately caught my attention.

"I...I...I've been waiting for you. Have you forgotten me?" Her words held a lingering sorrow,
light and delicate, quite beautiful.

My heart skipped a beat. In the hazy night, her fragrance was intoxicating, uniquely beautiful, like
a fairy quietly emerging from the Moon Palace. But then I remembered my mother's wanton manner, and a fire ignited within me. I felt all women were the same
, fickle and promiscuous. I smiled slightly, gently lifting her slightly pointed chin. Her small mouth pouted, her eyes
filled with shyness and joy. It seemed this little girl had fallen for me.

"Little sister, how old are you this year?" I gently put my arm around her slender waist, her waist graceful and warm to the touch.
Warm and soft. She lowered her head shyly, revealing the smooth, white skin of her neck. "I...I'm nineteen. You...and you
?"

"Ah...then you're older than me. I'm eighteen." I've always been mature beyond my years, looking older than my actual age
, and with my imposing physique, many people think I'm in my twenties.

She hummed in agreement, still keeping her head down. The fragrance of the young girl filled my heart, and I couldn't suppress my surging
emotions. I picked her up and carried her into the shadows. The scene I had just witnessed, combined with the girl's delicate beauty, had aroused my desire
, and I had lost all sense of proportion.

"No, don't do this..." The girl in my arms struggled slightly, her weak hands gently pushing away, her breathing becoming
heavier. My left hand was around her waist, while my right hand had already slipped under her skirt. Her lower body was warm and quite
fleshy. I ignored her, buried my head, and deeply sucked on her two red lips. They were soft and sweet, a fresh
scent like the startled breath of early spring, unlike the wanton women I had slept with before.

Her eyes were tightly closed, not daring to look at me, her tenderness allowing me to kiss her deeply. Her clumsy movements actually
moved me somewhat; it was clearly her first kiss. Her teeth were clenched, but I forcefully pried open those two rows of
pearly teeth and finally sucked on that fragrant lip. As I sucked, her delicate body trembled involuntarily
.

I easily unhooked her bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and well-proportioned, and two pairs of small nipples
trembled adorably before my eyes.

I gently licked her nipple with my tongue, and she tensed up instantly. Even though it was night, I could
feel every pore on her body tingling. "Little darling, relax, let your brother take care of you." Although she was
a year older than me, in my heart she felt like my little sister.

I kissed down her exquisite curves, her delicate body trembling slightly. My tongue touched her navel
, and she let out a soft "Ah!" She hadn't expected me to kiss her there, and her legs stiffened. When I pulled down
her skirt, I was somewhat dazed. What a breathtakingly pure place this was! Smooth and glistening,
a few sparse pubic hairs draped over her vulva, making it look exceptionally delicate. I gently pushed aside her hand that was instinctively covering
her vulva and leaned in to suckle her two glistening petals.

"No, no, Siyong, we can't do this." I didn't expect her to suddenly resist, and caught off guard
, I was pushed so hard I fell flat on my back.

I sprang up with a "carp leaping out of the water," angrily saying, "What are you doing? You don't have to touch me like that
."

"I'm sorry, Siyong, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to." She hurriedly stepped forward to brush
the dust off my clothes.

"Go away, it's alright. Go back, I'm leaving too." I was furious;
she had ruined the gentle atmosphere. I straightened my clothes and turned to leave.

"Then, are you coming tomorrow night? I...I, I'll wait for you here." Her voice was hesitant, tinged with
shyness.

"No, why would I come here? Bye-bye." I pinched her rosy cheek and turned to leave.

"Why aren't you coming? I...I'll let you kiss me again, okay?" It seems this little girl doesn't understand anything.

I shook my head. "Forget it, let's just pretend we never met, it's nothing. Okay. I
really have to go, goodbye."

"No, don't go. How about I come to your house tomorrow?" She almost pleaded, pulling my
hand. "I just learned a piece from Paganini's 'Capriccio' these past few days, do you want to hear it?"

"Sorry, my house is too cheap, I can't entertain such a distinguished guest. What 'Capriccio'? I don't want
to hear it."

I was in a bad mood, and besides, I've always preferred outgoing and cheerful girls. This girl's coyness
wasn't to my taste, so I flatly refused.

"Then, then come find me, okay? Siyong, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

I was a little curious. Right, she didn't seem to be from around here. "Where do you live? I've never seen
you before."

"I live here, Building 3, Room 302."

"Oh, it's the teachers' building... Ah, Room 302, what's your relationship with Teacher Zeng?" I suddenly realized
, their names were only one character different, they must be related.

Sure enough, I heard her say, "She's my cousin, she's an art teacher here."

"Okay, I'll definitely come when I have time." I replied, but I didn't really think so. This Zeng Lina was
the only teacher in the whole school who hadn't been criticized, she seemed to be a very important person. This little girl was her sister, it was best not to mess with her
.

*** *** *** ***

A series of gunshots woke me from my sleep. I rushed to the roof and saw the Changfeng Hotel not far away
was ablaze with flames and bustling with noise.

I returned to the house and found my mother awakened, dressed in a silk undergarment, her face filled with fear.

"Mom, don't be afraid, it's probably just another fight," I comforted her. Although we had been giving
each other the cold shoulder for days since that day, she was still my mother, and I was the only man in the house.

Moonlight streamed through my broken window, bathing the floor in its glow. Even without a lamp, I could clearly see
the two purplish-red nipples beneath her undergarment. Her slightly frightened expression was pitiful, truly evoking pity.

I embraced her; her warm, soft body and her unique fragrance stirred my emotions.
"Mom, I'll go check on her. You go to sleep."

"No, don't go, it's dangerous. Stay home with me." I always listened to my mother, but the thought of her
lewd behavior that evening made me nauseous.

I pressed her onto the bed. "I'm going, don't be afraid. I know martial arts, don't I?"

By the time I approached the Changfeng Hotel, the gunfire had subsided. I crept into the building by the moonlight and a few scattered lamplight.
Several corpses lay on the ground, covered in blood.

"Damn it, 729's firepower is really fierce. We're all left with just these few men." I immediately recognized
Hou Yong's voice.

I peeked out and, haha, it really was the same group that had humiliated Teacher Fang that night.

"Brother Hou, what do we do now?"

"Let's go check on that old bastard Ding Hao. His wife's pretty good, very attractive." Those
guys immediately grinned lewdly. Ding Hao was also from our middle school; he was a physics teacher.

Just then, my fist made a whooshing sound as it touched Hou Yong's chest. I
knew the consequences. I heard the crisp sound of ribs breaking, and a surge of excitement rose within me.

Then, with the force of a whirlwind, I punched and kicked. Those guys didn't even have time to scream;
they stared at me with incredulous eyes, slowly collapsing. This was their
last look at this world.

I crouched down and carefully examined their bodies until I was sure they were all dead. I stood up easily,
looked around, and there was a deathly silence. I could only hear a few sporadic gunshots in the distance. The entire building was dark;
I was the only one left. I couldn't help but think of poor Ms. Fang Wenling.

When I got home, I found my mother lying on my bed, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the
ceiling.

"Mom, I'm back, don't worry." I leaned down. In the quiet night, my mother's face was serene,
with two clear tear tracks on her smooth cheeks. I knew she had been crying for a long time.

For a long time, she remained motionless. I called softly, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?
I'll go get you some medicine." Just as I was about to turn around, a soft, warm little hand grasped mine. This warmth
had made my blood boil and overwhelm me on many days before.

"Xiaoyong, why have you been so distant with me these days? It's my fault, but please don't ignore me." A crystal
tear welled up in my eye, and my mother's expression was filled with sorrow, which pained my heart.

"Mom, it's my fault for making you angry. Please don't mind." I hugged her soft body tightly.
The scent of my mother was so familiar, sweet and pure. I felt as if I had been transported back to the
time when I was breastfeeding her.

I buried my head between my mother's soft breasts, and a surge of maternal love welled up inside me. I cried out, "Mom!"

My mother hugged me tightly and kissed my thick hair. "Xiao Yong, my Xiao Yong, my
good child."

I looked up and saw my mother crying her eyes out. I wiped her tears with my sleeve. "Mom, go to sleep
. It's late." My mother was about to get up when I pressed her down. "Mom, sleep here. You and your son
can sleep together tonight, okay?"

"How can I? I'd rather go back to my room." I ignored her and pulled her onto the bed.
To my surprise, my mother didn't struggle anymore. She obediently lay down beside me.

In the darkness, my mother and I embraced, each hearing the pounding of our hearts and the heavy breathing of the other. We
remained still, without any movement or words. I had never felt so good. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted
off to sleep.

*** *** *** ***

Several days later, seeing that the news of Hou Yong and his group's deaths hadn't aroused any suspicion, I opened the door and went
out to chat with my "Free and Unfettered Sect" followers. This was a secret organization I had formed, with myself as its leader.

You see, at that time, the public security, procuratorate, and judiciary were practically paralyzed. The whole country was a sea of communism;
who cared about who lived or died? They were just feeling guilty about what they had done. I always listen intently, and finally
I overheard someone discussing it: "I heard Hou Yong died in the 321 armed conflict. Sigh, that's terrifying."

The speaker was Hong Yuling, my younger brother. He used to be bullied a lot, and I often helped him, so he
called me his older brother. He was also unaffiliated with any faction, specializing in foreign languages, fluent in English, Russian, German, and Japanese—a true
linguistic prodigy.

"Yes, what's strange is that they didn't have any gunshot wounds. Isn't that odd?" The person who answered was thin
and of average appearance; he was my woman, Ren Haiyan. Her parents were capitalist roaders, which implicated their children.

"Don't talk about politics. You're playing with fire," I interrupted their conversation, warning and intimidating them at the same time
.

Ren Haiyan was on the verge of tears, feeling wronged. "It's just us, I was just saying,
brother, how about we go to Chunmeize to catch water snakes?" Hearing about catching water snakes, I couldn't help but stare lustfully at her
full breasts, imagining her smooth, white thighs.

She was startled by my lustful eyes and quickly turned away, not daring to look at me. Years ago, she
had lost her virginity to me when she went to Chunmeize to catch water snakes with me. It might not be a big deal for me, but for
her, it was an unforgettable experience.

"Okay, let's go to Chunmeize."

This was the confluence of the Chunjiang and Meihe rivers, actually a vast marshland overgrown with reeds.
Wild ducks roamed the reed beds, and occasionally a few red-crowned swans could be seen. The wild ducks and swans lived peacefully together,
not interfering with each other, engaged in their breeding activities deep in the forest.

We crawled into the dilapidated kiln as usual. The desolate, gloomy place
seemed to come alive with our presence.

Knowing we were coming to Chunmeize, Hong Yuling, that shrew, wisely didn't come along. Ren Haiyan's face
flushed crimson at the sight of the tattered straw mat lying on the ground, still bearing the stain of her first blood.

I leered at her, yearning to be submerged in her fragrant flesh, longing to hear her
pitiful cries as I pleasured her. I knew that today I was a wild beast filled with ravenous desire!

I removed her last bra. Despite her poverty, she still possessed all
the characteristics of a young girl: fair skin with a rosy glow, full breasts standing high, pink, hard nipples stirring with youthful
passion.

"Ren Haiyan, do you know your crime?" I played the role of judge, spreading my strong legs, revealing
my proud manhood.

"Haiyan knows she's guilty, please, judge, spare me." She knelt before me as always, her soft eyes...
Her small hands kneaded my steel gun, turning it, then she lowered her head and delicately licked the engorged glans.

My body trembled as if electrocuted, and I excitedly pressed her head down, thrusting my spear straight into her
throat.

My member was so long and thick that it filled her small mouth completely, choking her until tears streamed down her face
.

After she caught her breath, she focused intently on playing her role, gently sucking and caressing my
erect penis, not forgetting to give me flirtatious glances even in her busyness.

"Alright, sinner, lie down," I commanded her, pulling out my now enormous penis, then grabbing
one of her white, tender thighs, spreading her legs apart, one resting on my elbow. With a forceful thrust, I pushed her
entire body open.

She cried out in pain, her cry a mixture of pain, satisfaction, and joy. I withdrew again, then thrust once more
, penetrating her core. "Ah!" This time, her cry lacked pain, replaced by a more wanton

quality. I began to slowly thrust, savoring the pleasure of each stroke, until she released her vaginal fluids. I, however,
remained erect, eager to advance further.

"No, my judge, please spare me, I can't take it anymore..." she cried, shyly responding to my
rhythm. I knew she was generally weak, "Just bear with it a little longer." I was like a
warrior charging into battle, facing a fortified castle, launching wave after wave of fierce attacks.

*** *** *** ***

This is what Zeng Lina told me later.

"Sister, I dreamt of him again." Zeng Liyuan's resentful gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, searching for
her prince charming.

"He just stood there casually in front of me, languid, with a hint of arrogance," she murmured to
her cousin, pouring out her longing. Zeng Lina, lying beneath me, moaning, had said that it was
then that she became interested in me.

"I waited for him every day, but he never came to see me again. I think I must have made him angry, sister, I
regret it so much!" She twisted her slender, nimble fingers in regret.

Longing is a deadly poison, incurable, even searching through the entire Compendium of Materia Medica would be of no use.

"So you came to my house to find me, and even went to the registrar's office to secretly check my records." I stroked her labia
, her tight vulva covered with sparse, dark pubic hair.

"Yes, and I've even found my ideal David." Her full, magnetic lips gently nibbled
at my nipple. She had been looking for a model; she wanted to paint an Eastern "David," and my
sculpted, strong muscles were enough to make her lose her composure.

"Why don't you go see her? After all, you two are a good match in terms of age." There was a hint of jealousy in her voice. My fingertips
touched something slippery and warm, clearly already aroused.

The newly sprouted leaves on the trees in the campus trembled gently in the breeze, everything was intoxicating, and
the scent of rose perfume on Zeng Lina stimulated my poor olfactory nerves. I couldn't help but sneeze. Lying
on her back on the grass, she was young and full-figured, her vulva alluringly moist, the tuft of pubic hair already
clumpted together with her semen. I continued to rub her slender slit with my fingers, and her body involuntarily
twisted, swaying up and down in rhythm with my movements.

I gripped my hardened penis and rubbed it against her vulva, completely ignoring her unbearable itching. She excitedly
parted her legs, guiding me to thrust inside, instantly filling her completely. She cried out excitedly, her hips
swaying upwards in rhythm with my thrusts, her whole body trembling, her large breasts bobbing in front of her chest, prompting
me to frequently bend down and suckle them.

With hundreds of thrusts of varying pressure, I felt my semen gather at the base of my penis. I shouted
and ejaculated. Immediately, her body felt a surge of heat, she cried out excitedly, her body going limp, clinging to me,
feigning innocence, unwilling to get up.

*** *** *** ***

That day, I was about to leave when, unexpectedly, as I opened the door, I saw a beautiful girl with two braids about
to knock. Upon seeing me, she paused, startled.

"Who are you looking for?" I blurted out, then slapped my forehead. "Oh right, you're Teacher Zeng
."

Zeng Lina was considered the school beauty. I heard that when she was assigned here, the
whole town turned out to catch a glimpse of her stunning beauty.

I was a little skeptical. As the saying goes, seeing is believing. The Zeng Lina I saw had slightly high cheekbones; she would
be even better if she were a little thinner. Of course, even so, she was still a rare beauty here.

"You must be Li Siyong, right? My name is Zeng Lina, I'm Zeng Liyuan's older sister." Her beautiful eyes
blinked as she carefully examined me.

"Yes, that's me. Hello, would you like to come in and sit down? But my home is very simple." I should say that although my home
was simple and poorly furnished, it was not crude at all; in fact, it could be described as neat and elegant, thanks to my mother's
clever mind and hard work.

Zeng Lina exclaimed in admiration as soon as she entered, but she was immediately drawn to a traditional Chinese painting hanging on the dining table
.

"This is 'Spring River Warming,' an original," she concluded after a careful examination.

"Of course," I replied. "My father was a friend of Guan Shanyue; 'The ducks are the first to know when the spring river warms.'" The
fair skin on the back of her neck and the jasmine scent emanating from her body truly stirred my desire, especially since I had just eaten
the deer antler and lamb kidney stew my mother had prepared, which had made me quite feverish.

"You're quite talented, but I prefer oil paintings."

"I know you specialize in oil painting and have even held an exhibition." I also knew she studied under the famous oil painter Zhong
Han, though I'd only heard this from her admirers.

"I like Renoir's works; they have an elegant, natural beauty, and the charming, smiling women he depicts
." I knew that to get her attention, I needed to resonate with her.

"Oh my, my sister said you study music. How come you're also interested in art?"

"Anything beautiful is universal. I like beautiful rhythms, and I also like beautiful colors and
lines. These aren't contradictory." I deliberately showed off my knowledge, even though I only had a superficial understanding of some things.

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable at such a young age. Amazing!" Sure enough, she fell for my trick
. I saw the joy in her eyes.

*** *** *** ***

I saw her melancholy gaze piercing through the hazy night towards me. Although the orange light
was filtered through a thin veil, I still strongly felt her infatuation and sorrow permeating this
room of less than ten square meters.

She looked haggard; it was clear she hadn't been doing well these past few days.

I gently touched her thin face; its former rosy hue had been replaced by pallor. "My dear sister,
I've come to see you." Although she was a year older than me, before her I was a mountain, an ocean, capable of covering
her, of encompassing her.

A tear welled up in her eye, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity, even though I didn't love her.

"I've been thinking of you, thinking you would come to me, but, but… I can't wait. I know you're angry with me
. I want to say sorry, but…" Her voice choked with emotion. I
had seen this kind of heart-wrenching longing and love on my mother's face before three years ago, when my father was seriously ill and nearly died.
The serene and sorrowful beauty of my mother facing death at her bedside is still deeply etched in the deepest recesses of my soul.

"Alright, you should rest quietly. I want to wait until you're better so we can talk about Beethoven, Mozart
, and Chopin. I'll play you Waltz No. 7, okay?"

I comforted the poor little thing. In these chaotic times, I inevitably wanted to play the role of a hero, although
I've never been interested in historical missions or a sense of justice.

"Being charming without being vulgar" is my motto.

I gently kissed her small nose. Her slightly upturned cherry lips had gradually turned red from my presence
. I leaned down and deeply sucked on them. She let out a soft moan and fainted from the excitement.

*** *** *** ***

My mother possessed an innate beauty, captivating and alluring. My father once
wrote on a portrait of her: "More persuasive than flowers, more fragrant than jade."

I especially loved watching her sit quietly in the attic playing the violin under the alluring moonlight. That nobility, that
elegance, once made my blood boil and left me unable to control myself.

So when I saw my mother writhing and moaning beneath Hang Tianfang again, I felt a powerful urge,
my blood burning in my veins. Such a beautiful body shouldn't be violated by anyone; it should
belong only to me! Tears welled in my eyes as I leaned against the window, silently watching my mother's snake-like body writhe.

When my mother returned home, she found me sitting on the floor, my face cold and indifferent, with a
samurai sword beside me that my father had taken from the Japanese.

"Xiao Yong, what are you doing? Trying to scare your mother?" I looked into her beautiful eyes, then down
to her slightly parted cherry lips beneath her high nose. Perhaps it was from just making love, but my mother exuded an indescribable
charm.

I said, "I saw everything, Mom. How can you do this to my father, who was wrongfully imprisoned, and to
your son who loves you so much?"

My mother's face flushed instantly, and she took a few steps back, whispering, "Please don't tell your father, he has a heart condition
." Her beautiful eyes looked at me with tears in them.

I said coldly, "I can't say anything about what you've done."

My mother blushed, buried her face in her hands, and burst into tears. "I had no choice, Xiaoyong, that scoundrel
, he... if I hadn't done this, your father would have been in even worse shape. I, I..."

My heart softened, and I quickly hugged my mother, saying, "Mom, forgive me, I shouldn't have done this to you, you've
suffered so much too."

My mother hugged me even tighter: "Child, we have such a hard life, born into this heartless era. Don't look down on
your mother, don't ignore her." My mother's voice was always soft, but at this moment it had an alluring charm.

My heart skipped a beat, and with a sudden effort, I pulled my mother onto my lap. She looked at me reproachfully and said,
"What kind of behavior is this? Put me down."

My eyes gleamed as I stared intently at her face, burying my head in her warm
lips. She struggled, but I could tell she wasn't putting in much effort.

My right hand slipped inside her bra; her breasts, hardened with excitement, were now even firmer. I pulled the bra
down and slid it down her body. Her disheveled vulva was already dripping with lustful fluid. A surge of excitement
coursed through me. I stood up and pulled down my pants. Seeing my erect penis swaying before her, she
cried out, "Xiaofeng, we can't do this! I'm your mother!"

At that moment, all sense of propriety vanished; the scene I had just witnessed replayed in my mind. I pounced on
her. My mother convulsed beneath me, and she cried. My mother moaned repeatedly as I thrust into her
, though she tried to suppress it, the soft groans between her breaths were even more alluring.

I repeatedly penetrated her vagina from different positions, and she immediately felt a burning sensation in her lower body,
clinging tightly to me until she fainted. Exhausted, I also fell asleep on top of her.

The next day, I woke up to find my mother as usual, having prepared breakfast and waiting for me to get up. Lying in bed, watching
my mother's beautiful face as she busied herself, I secretly vowed: I must make my mother happy in this life... and never let anyone
bully her again.

I took the food basket from my mother's hands, not wanting her to fall into the tiger's den again. As soon as I entered, Hang Tian
couldn't help but ask why my mother wasn't there. I lied and said she had gone home, so I was taking her place, but I knew
the truth would eventually come out. That beast would find out sooner or later. I had to prepare what to do when I got home
.

As soon as I got home, I couldn't resist picking up my mother and throwing her onto the bed. She was as soft and yielding as cotton beneath
me. We reached our climax again and again, lost in this intoxicating pleasure.

In the quiet of the night, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. My mother asked from inside, "Who is it? In the middle of the night."
The knocking was still urgent. My mother threw on some clothes and went to open the door. Upon closer inspection

, she saw it was Hang Tianfang. She quickly invited him in; she didn't want to offend him, after all, my father was still under his control.

Hang Tianfang's eyes lit up the moment he saw my mother, and his filthy hands reached for her body. My mother tried to dodge
, but this only fueled the shameless beast's lust. He hoisted her onto his body, and with one hand, he yanked
down her pants, instantly revealing her smooth buttocks. Hang Tianfang then pulled out his large member and began
thrusting it into her with lustful urges.

I slipped off my bed without a sound, grabbed a carrying pole from behind the door, and quietly stood
behind Hang Tianfang. My mother, lying beneath him, could clearly see me. Her legs were tightly clamped around Hang
Tianfang's body. I saw me swing the carrying pole in a circle in the air, and with a whoosh, it struck Hang Tianfang hard
on the back of the head.

Even many years later, I can still vividly recall this detail: Hang Tianfang's brains splattered, and he died instantly
.

Years later, I've always wondered, was living in that distorted era a blessing or a curse?

I stood there stunned for a long time. My mother, her graceful figure trembling, looked at me helplessly. The bloody
scene and my naked mother strangely stimulated my nerves.

I calmly held my mother's cold hand to comfort her.

"Mom, chop him up and feed him to the dogs." I drew the gleaming samurai sword, breathed on it
, flicked it with my finger, and then swung it a few times in the air.

My mother, terrified, closed her beautiful, expressive eyes, unable to bear watching my skillful, almost sculpted, hands
. In an instant, Hang Tianfang was divided into five parts: the bloodied head, the hands, the feet
, and the body in half for easier packaging.

After finishing, I let out a long sigh. "Finally chopped up. This guy's bones are pretty hard
. Mom, you can open your eyes now. From now on, no one can bully you anymore."

My mother slightly opened her eyes, seeing five bulging sacks, looking quite heavy.
Blood was everywhere, the room reeked of it, but my mother wasn't afraid. She was used to seeing my father covered in blood, her fear gradually turning to a milder
fear, and eventually to numbness.

"Mom, you go rinse the house, I'll take care of these." I said as I loaded the sacks onto
the wheelbarrow, our usual mode of transport here; one person could easily carry several hundred kilograms. By the time we finished
, dawn was breaking.

...

Why did we ultimately leave this small place where we had lived for nearly twenty years? I think there are three reasons
. Shortly after we killed Hang Tianfang, my father finally left this world with a heart full of unanswered questions.
His file was stamped with a large red seal, the conclusion being "severing ties with the Party and the people." My mother
didn't want to live in that place of sorrow anymore.

Of course, the most important reason was that my mother later discovered she was pregnant, carrying my child.

So I took my mother on the eastward-bound train, regardless of where it rumbled towards; I knew that in the vast road ahead,
there would be a place for me.

Farewell to those women who once loved me, to those bygone years, and to those mountains and rivers I once traversed
!

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