The allure of the pass

Looking at the long rows of wheat ridges at her feet, Zhou Zhou felt like crying. Each ridge was a kilometer long, and each handful of wheat she pulled was about thirty centimeters long. She calculated that she would have to bend over and pull more than three thousand times to finish one ridge. It was nearly noon, and she hadn't even finished half of one ridge, while she was assigned to pull six ridges that day. She could only straighten her back, which was almost too stiff to stand up straight, and pull back her arms, which felt like they were about to break, helplessly watching the crowd that had started from the field with her that morning now drift further and further away.

The sun was scorching, and there wasn't a breath of wind. Zhou Zhou was soaked in sweat, constantly wiping the sweat from her face and neck. She really wanted to do what her roommate Xiao Yun did: cut her hand with a kitchen knife, cut it badly, so she could avoid working and skip the harvest. She thought about it, stretching out both hands, wondering which hand to cut. She couldn't take it anymore!

"Zhou Zhou." Someone called her. She turned around and saw the production team leader, Da Ma, standing under a tree, beckoning to her.

"Did you need something?" Zhou Zhou walked over, feeling great to be able to straighten her back. She casually stretched her legs, shaking her aching arms. She had to be careful; Da Ma wasn't a good person. What was he planning?

"Nothing urgent," Da Ma gestured for her to sit down. "Take a break."

It was much cooler under the shade of the tree. Zhou Zhou took off her straw hat and fanned herself with it. Don't sit down; that would give him an easy opportunity to touch her. She remembered the day before yesterday by the well, when she was caught off guard and he groped her.

"Nothing urgent either." Da Ma took out a cigarette, lit it leisurely, and smoked. What could make him so confident? Zhou Zhou felt a surge of tension, but she had to remain calm on the surface. "The commune called this morning, asking if there's anyone here named Zhou Zhou?"

"Asking about me!" Zhou Zhou asked in surprise. "Why do they want to know me?"

Da Ma didn't answer.

"How do they know me?" Zhou Zhou asked again.

"I heard it's people from the city university who came to recruit students asking about you." Da Ma said, waving his hand. "Just sit here, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this, Zhou Zhou couldn't help but beam with joy. Who could it be? The first person she thought of was Uncle Zhang, who had been tutoring her in foreign languages. Yes, it must be him. The dejected feeling she had just experienced in the wheat field was now replaced by a sudden surge of joy. She felt a flame of hope flickering and slowly burning in her heart. Perhaps she should sit down first; he probably hadn't finished speaking yet.

Zhou Zhou sat down, leaning against the tree trunk, squinting at the distance. Her straw hat kept fanning her, and she quickly felt the breeze blowing against her chest and back. She could feel Da Ma's gaze, perfectly timed to fall on her chest the moment the wind lifted her shirt collar. "

If only you could go to university!" Uncle Zhang's words echoed in her ears. She had never been to a university campus; she could only imagine what university life was like. A beautiful, tranquil campus, knowledgeable and elegant professors, a vibrant and romantic student life… Da Ma's hand, reaching for her chest, interrupted her reverie.

"Captain Ma," Zhou Zhou called calmly, remaining seated. The hand froze in mid-air.

"If you don't have anything else, I still have to go pull the wheat." Zhou Zhou stood up. "I still have several rows left to pull."

"Wait, don't rush off." Da Ma's hand, which had been hanging in mid-air, found its purpose. He grabbed Zhou Zhou's sleeve. "That little bit of wheat is nothing. I'll have someone else pull it for you later. I haven't finished speaking yet..."

More good news. "The commune said on the phone that their people want to come down and check on you." Da Ma gave Zhou Zhou a lewd glance, smugly. "You know, these days, who gets to go to university, who doesn't, isn't it all up to us poor peasants!"

"Of course," Zhou Zhou readily agreed, "If you don't want someone to go to university, it's pointless for anyone to come."

"Right, right, you're really shrewd! I've said it before, of all the educated youth in our team, Zhou Zhou is the shrewdest." Da Ma lit another cigarette. "I never care about background. What's background anyway? That's nonsense! I only care about performance, how well you perform. You can't expect to leave after years of re-education by poor peasants with no achievements, let alone get a chance to go to university!" A blatant threat. Good

heavens! Why do I keep running into people like this? Bastards! Although Zhou Zhou had long resolved to stop cursing, she found herself cursing in her mind again.

What to do? The image of the foreign language institute she had sketched countless times flashed through her mind once more, and she couldn't control herself.

Lately, she had become obsessed with going to university, and now, the opportunity had arrived. The path to escape her misery and enter university was right there, so what was she hesitating for? Get on the road! A voice seemed to urge her on through her confused and chaotic ears.

"Captain Ma," she said gently, "when did they say they were coming to our team?"

"They said they'd be here today." Da Ma moved closer to Zhou Zhou, his nose twitching a few times. "Actually, I already have the application forms… I haven't decided who to give them to yet."

He could decide other people's fates; he had so much power. The devil Jin certainly had power!

Zhou Zhou stood sideways, feeling Da Ma's heavy breathing drawing ever closer, a stench of onions and garlic assaulting her senses. She frowned in disgust, fanning herself vigorously with her straw hat.

The path to university lay before her, but unfortunately, it was guarded by demons. Don't complain about your bad luck; you've been born into an era teeming with devils. What they demand from you is this passport—your body.

If you had to choose, what would you choose? To hell with it! she cursed inwardly.

The unbearable stench drew even closer; she bit her lip, enduring it. Perhaps accepting re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants, for her personally, should include the upcoming courses? She stopped thinking about it. Suddenly, she considered getting up and leaving the stench, but quickly dismissed the idea. She felt her thigh being pressed down, and then a hand groped her breast.

"Captain Ma, what are you doing…" she shrieked, standing up and dodging to the side. Her fearful yet remarkable expression was no different from that of a pure young girl whose chastity was threatened. She possessed latent performing talent and the gene for improvisation. Her body trembled, her face flushed, and she stood there like a frightened little lamb.

"What are you afraid of?" Da Ma looked around and stood up as well. "What's wrong... Didn't you just say you wanted to go to university?" He was anxious and revealed his trump card first.

"You can really get me into university?" Zhou Zhou asked, looking up, her bright eyes sparkling with surprise and anticipation.

"Don't believe me? This place is my domain!" Seeing that no one was around, Da Ma became bolder. He grabbed Zhou Zhou's hand and rubbed it. "Such fair and delicate hands, wasted on this stupid farm work. No wonder the old women all say you're the most handsome in the whole village!"

"Captain Ma, don't do this..." Zhou Zhou awkwardly pulled her hand away from his, "It's not good if someone sees us."

Da Ma stood there helplessly, panting heavily. It was clear he was impatient.

"I'm going back to the village now, and I'll have my wife take the child back to her parents' house." He stared at Zhou Zhou lecherously and said urgently.

"Please, please don't do this..." Zhou Zhou pulled Da Ma's arm away, "I want to see that enrollment form now." As she spoke, she saw a jeep speeding towards the village below the road.

The courtyard gate was open. Zhou Zhou pushed it open and went inside; the courtyard was empty. Zhou Zhou called out, but there was no response. She walked towards the north room. The smell that hit her was the same as the smell on Da Ma; she hadn't gone to the wrong house.

The room was dirty, even dirtier than she had imagined. Under the north window was a row of earthen beds, and on the south side was a row of cabinets built of bricks and cement. She guessed that all the family's belongings, including grain, must be in these cabinets. There were several framed pictures on the wall, containing certificates of merit and some yellowed photos. Zhou Zhou recognized one of them as a young Da Ma, wearing a military uniform and carrying the rank of second lieutenant. Several filthy quilts were stacked at one end of the earthen bed; she wouldn't use them later.

The day had gone smoothly. She had met with the people from the Foreign Languages Institute, and from their conversation, she could tell that she had passed the interview. The application form had been obtained and partially filled out, though the recommendation section was still blank, and the crucial official seal hadn't been affixed yet. Everything depended on her performance tonight. Both sides had reached an agreement; now only fulfilling the promise remained.

Zhou Zhou glanced at the earthen bed covered with a tattered mat; this important matter would be handled here later. She felt nauseous, dry heaving a few times but not vomiting.

"What's wrong with you?" Da Ma lifted the curtain and entered the room.

The smell inside was unbearable, and she felt another wave of nausea. Hang in there, don't spoil the mood; this devil has partially fulfilled his promise, and he should show some respect. Should she switch to offense? Could she shorten the process? She regretted it somewhat; if she had known this would happen, she would have done it in the fresh air of the fields this morning.

Da Ma's hair was wet, and his arms were still damp, looking like he had just taken a shower. He walked to the cabinet, facing a broken mirror hanging on the wall, and began to stroke his hair. Zhou Zhou noticed an unopened bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) next to the mirror.

"Have all the recruiters left?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"Did you have dinner with them?"

"Yes."

"Your conversation went well, didn't it?"

Zhou Zhou didn't answer.

"I think those guys have their eyes on you… Actually, talking to them was just a lie. Without a recommendation from the grassroots, I could easily replace anyone."

"I know…" Zhou Zhou lowered her head, speaking softly, "I came here to see you, didn't I?"

"That's right! Zhouzhou…" Da Ma leaned closer, sat on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), and put his arm around her waist. She felt a chill run through her body, her hands and feet turning icy.

"Don't be afraid,"

he said, touching her cheek. "I don't have any other hobbies, I just like pretty girls. If I hadn't gotten a disciplinary action for this, I'd probably be a division commander by now." Oh

no! She'd run into a pro. Zhou Zhou was startled, goosebumps rising all over her body. What to do? Her earlier confidence in turning the tables was shattered.

"Captain Ma," Zhou Zhou raised her flushed face, pointing to the bottle of liquor on the cabinet, "Is that liquor?"

"Yes, why?"

"I want a drink."

"Drink up, it's a gift, and you want to go to university too..." Ma released Zhou Zhou, walked over, opened the bottle, and handed it to her. "You can drink baijiu?"

She nodded, took the bottle, and took a sip.

Don't be afraid, Zhou Zhou, hold on, Zhou Zhou. This is also a battlefield, this is the battlefield where you fight against fate. Don't despise the filth beneath you; this leads to the halls of higher learning. Don't despise this devil's greed and ugliness; after tasting your flesh, he can at least give you what you've always dreamed of.

Begin, what are you waiting for? Take another sip. Okay, the alcohol is working. No one will know about this; you have nowhere else to go. Come on, devil.

Zhou Zhou turned around in a daze, put down the wine bottle, and showed a submissive expression on her face. She felt a surge of tension—but definitely not fear—rising from the bottom of her heart.

He began to kiss her, and she closed her eyes, obediently accepting it. He pushed her down onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and quickly stripped her clothes off. Moonlight streamed in from the window, illuminating her snow-white, voluptuous naked body. He frantically and breathlessly rubbed her.

The prelude had barely begun when she sensed that he wouldn't let her go easily tonight, and she nervously awaited his penetration. The rubbing grew more intense; he used his rough hands to forcefully knead the delicate and extremely elastic body before him, twisting and pinching it fiercely. Suddenly, he leaned down and bit her buttocks.

"Ouch!" she screamed, opening her eyes. She saw him panting heavily, drenched in sweat, his eyes gleaming like a wolf in the night.

"Damn it! Why can't I get up..." He looked down, clutching his manhood, cursing in frustration, "You fucking better get up now, get up!"

She sat up abruptly and jumped to the floor.

"I wasn't talking to you!" he yelled angrily, "You fucking get up here and lie down properly!"

She was terrified! She never expected this to happen. She stood there in a panic, too scared to breathe. Things were going to get worse. If this continued, would his word still hold true?

"Are you deaf? Get up here now," he yelled, lying flat on the bed.

She trembled as she climbed onto the bed and lay down beside him.

"Get up." He grabbed her hand and placed it on his penis. "You do it for me."

Her hair was disheveled. She knelt beside him, covering her eyes with her hands, not daring to look at him.

"You fucking do it now!" he snapped, slapping her leg.

How? Was it like pulling wheat? She held his limp penis, unsure what to do.

"Be gentle," he yelled again.

She quickly adjusted her grip and pressure.

"A little harder," he still wasn't satisfied. She had to adjust again.

His hand reached over from the side, trembling, eagerly exploring. She felt his hand was icy cold, as was her own body. That wicked hand roamed over her buttocks, kneading them forcefully, and then…

Da Ma fell silent. He lay there quietly, his eyes wide open, greedily gazing at Zhou Zhou kneeling beside him, completely naked, in the moonlight. She was obedient and diligent, her face displaying a focused expression. This expression was like a potent medicine, quickly soothing his earlier agitation. She grasped the techniques quickly, and soon, she had him very comfortable.

Counting the days, Zhou Zhou, who lived nearby, was the eleventh woman he had taken to bed. He seduced women and enjoyed being seduced by them; he felt that it was through these things that he had lived a fulfilling life to this day. Seeing a woman with even a little bit of beauty, he couldn't resist, and would do everything in his power to get her into bed.

Over the years, he had succeeded and failed in this endeavor, but he had never felt as flustered as he did today. From the moment Zhou Zhou, this delicious fish, finally took the bait this morning, his heart had been pounding like fifteen buckets, rising and falling in turmoil. He repeatedly calculated how to properly enjoy this feast, worrying about what unexpected changes might occur.

He'd seen the world, tasted city girls, and could distinguish between the beautiful and the ugly, the good and the bad. He knew the weight of Zhou Zhou, this big fish, and trusted his judgment. A girl like Zhou Zhou was one in a million in the city.

Thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger, and he was sincerely grateful to the Cultural Revolution for delivering such a tempting piece of meat to his impoverished backwater when he was at the peak of his tiger-like years. He understood that tonight's opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime chance; if he missed it, he'd be out of luck. He had to fuck her three times! That was his plan, confident in his abilities, fully confident in his prowess in this area.

However, he never expected that at this crucial moment, he would be so severely impotent.

At first, it seemed somewhat interesting, but then it lost its grip, especially when she writhed and moaned under his vigorous caresses. He clearly felt his strength waning. Finally, when Zhou Zhou spread her rounded legs, raised her alluring buttocks high, completely exposing her secrets to him, waiting only for his penetration, he utterly collapsed. He had

never seen such a beautiful body, not even in his dreams. Zhou Zhou's captivating, breathtaking, and exquisitely beautiful body made Da Ma feel ashamed in front of a woman for the first time in his life. He was angry, resentful, anxious, and fierce, but all of this was to no avail. Holding her warm fragrance in his hands, her soft body filling his arms, he was burning with desire, yet helpless. He had lost his composure; he surrendered. For the first time, he experienced the fear that a woman's body could evoke. Desperate, he aimed at her full, round buttocks and bit down hard…

In the moonlight, Zhou Zhou's fair skin glowed like jade. He wanted to see her face clearly, so he reached out and brushed aside a wisp of her loose black hair, but as soon as he let go, the thick black hair cascaded down again. He cupped her large breasts, which swayed incessantly, and kneaded her firm nipples. She groaned again, and his hands moved faster…

“Stop,” he said, removing her hand and sitting up. “Looks like it’s no use.”

He knew in his heart that his penis was more honest than he was. Faced with her body, let alone being erect and eager to conquer, it was too scared to even look up at her.

“Give me that bottle of liquor. And the peanuts, they’re on the stove in the outer room.”

Zhou Zhou hesitated for a moment, then slid off the kang (heated brick bed). Was the liquor his last aphrodisiac? When she returned to the room with the plate of peanuts, Da Ma was getting dressed. "You should put your clothes on too."

She put on her clothes and sat opposite him, waiting anxiously. This unexpected situation seemed to give her no reason to say anything.

"Are you still drinking?" He pushed his glass towards her.

"I... I don't drink." She pushed the glass back, looking at him uneasily.

"You drink." Da Ma picked up his glass and took a sip. "Are you cursing me in your heart? Cursing me as an animal!" he suddenly asked.

"No... no."

She widened her eyes in surprise, denying it. Things were about to go wrong!

"It's nothing, so what if you cursed me? You deserved it." He took another sip. "This is something only animals would do, even worse than animals!" He paused, then added, "Let's call this the end of it for today. I can't do anything to you. You're too handsome, frighteningly handsome... To be honest, I've never been like this before."

She nodded blankly. She believed him and felt a little more at ease. She hoped he would take good care of her and quickly steer the conversation to the main topic.

Da Ma seemed to read her mind and gave a wry smile. "Did you bring the application form?"

"Yes, I did." Zhou Zhou quickly pulled out the neatly folded application form and handed it to him.

He turned on the light, took the application form, glanced at it, and laid it flat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Then he turned around, took out two official seals, each about the size of a ping-pong ball, from a cloth bag at the head of the kang, and dipped the seals in an inkpad from the windowsill.

Zhou Zhou watched all this, her heart pounding nervously. Victory was within her grasp, and she trembled all over. She suppressed the urge to fly out of the room immediately, standing there quietly. Victory was in her grasp, and she wanted to finish it well.

"You can go now," Da Ma said, head down, with a sigh. "Starting tomorrow, you don't need to go to work anymore."

She felt a sense of relief, her whole body relaxed. "I'm leaving."

He tilted his head back, drank a glass of wine, and nodded slightly.

Outside, the moon was bright and the wind was gentle—a night where you could get whatever you wanted! Zhou Zhou strolled through the fields by the village, stretching out her arms and breathing in the refreshing rural air. Her blood was boiling; she felt incredibly excited. She thought, this was the first time in her life that she had designed, implemented, and succeeded. Everything was clearly priced; both sides gave and received—a fair trade, worth it! It was Da Ma who taught her how to use her instincts to get what she wanted. He didn't offer theories or patient lectures, but instead led by example, inviting her to participate in a vivid and unforgettable practical lesson that changed her destiny. This delivery service had yielded quite a harvest.

Back in her dormitory, she fetched a large bucket of water, took off her clothes, and scrubbed herself repeatedly until her buttocks ached. Turning her head, she saw a ring of purplish-blue teeth marks on her snow-white skin, glaring and conspicuous—a mark of shame, almost the same diameter as the two official seals. It will definitely fade, she reassured herself as she lathered the area with soap. What worried her was when the same shame etched in her heart would disappear… Life had to go on, and she had to live it better! [The End]

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