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I'm a keen observer of social issues, with a somewhat morbid fascination for them. The characters I create are thin due to my limited writing skills, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying writing about these kinds of topics. I always feel this is what I'm best at, and what I'm willing to do. I hate hearing people say it's what I should do. There's no "should" or "shouldn't," only "worth it" or "worth it," "willingness" or "unwillingness."

After writing several essays on current social issues on and off, I asked myself honestly, can I change the current social environment? Frankly, I can't! Faced with so many unchangeable facts, I'm truly powerless. Many times, I feel like I'm doing something futile. But I have to do it; otherwise, I can't satisfy my sense of responsibility. Hey, that's a bit grandiose, let's just say it's for a vague vanity. I always feel like I'm playing the role of God—no, more like an omniscient god. Everyone loves to be a hindsight expert.

So, have you been pretending today? If not, then click in and do it for a bit, let me give you a huge wave of nostalgia!

This collection includes essays I wrote criticizing a certain commentator, as well as critiques of some authors' views on freeloading. Of course, it also includes some supposedly neutral arguments about freeloading. To

be honest, I always found those comments strange. I know people differ greatly, but I didn't expect the differences to be this vast. For example, I directly told you you weren't very bright, but you brought up my lameness. Or, I never criticize others' writing style; I only say I generally don't read works by unknown authors. Of course, there are also some famous authors whose writing doesn't suit my taste, but they've become famous for a reason. I once said on Liuyuan that "Chen Pipi's Struggle" was just average, simply not to my taste.

So, if I tried that dish and found it average, is it wrong to say so? Besides, I wasn't saying his dish was bad; I was just saying it's laughable that no one appreciates it, and that this attempts to manipulate readers is what I can't stand.

Does anyone expect repeat customers and positive reviews from the very first day they open a business? It's not like there aren't any; you can offer free services and try to retain customers politely. A good reputation will naturally attract customers to buy things and promote the business. Your shop is small and your thinking is narrow-minded. Friends, we're all adults; can you please stop acting like this? It's embarrassing to watch.

Regarding someone's comment on "Traveling for the Sake of Traveling," I find it laughable. I just want to say that some people's ideas are problematic, in my opinion!

We're not even on the same wavelength, so I'm too lazy to reply. But I still wrote "Keyboard Warrior." The beginning is somewhat fictional and fits the characteristics of a keyboard warrior; the latter part was purely to pass the censorship, otherwise people would say it wasn't explicit and complain about the low entry barrier. I'm grateful for the SIS rules. Besides, my essay isn't just about showing you explicit content; it's about reminding you that even here, you're still a real person. Why hide? You don't have to read it; I don't care. There are plenty of erotic stories here; there's bound to be one that suits your taste!

Please remember, under my posts, I'd rather have mindless criticism than mindless sophistry. Because mindless criticism makes everyone laugh, which is a good deed in itself. This post is hereby declared, and will never be deleted unless it violates the rules here!
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First Post: Picking Up a Corpse

I. In

the sweltering summer, many young girls like to go to bars and karaoke to relax. They wear cool clothes, crop tops and low-rise pants, the perfect summer combination. In major Chinese cities, there are always some young people who enjoy the bright lights and revelry, completely letting loose in the dazzling environment of flashing neon lights. But behind the release of hormones, it's easy to lose your guard.

Zhao Wen is an ordinary girl in the city, and she naturally loves excitement, enjoys being watched, and being the center of attention is her greatest passion. As night fell, Zhao Wen, having just finished work, like other girls in the city, met up with some friends to release their pent-up emotions, unaware that danger was lurking nearby.

Every night, a group of disgusting men would linger outside the bar, waiting for lone, drunk girls to walk by, then abduct them and have sex with them.

Because the girls were often completely intoxicated, resembling corpses, they were left to be manipulated. This behavior was known as "picking up corpses."

Zhao Wen and her friends had heard of this before, but it had never happened to them, so they gradually forgot about it. They spent several hours there, dancing until they were tired, then drinking and playing drinking games. As the bar reached its climax, each of them left with their chosen partners, leaving Zhao Wen alone.

Although her good friend Sun Jie was a little worried about her being alone before leaving, Zhao Wen persuaded her, "I'm fine, you guys have fun. Hehe, Sun Jie, you'd better have a good time tonight."

After Sun Jie and the others left, Zhao Wen felt very lonely. Having struggled in this city for several years, she hadn't met her Mr. Right, and while she wanted a one-night stand, she was afraid of contracting AIDS. Thinking it over and over, she felt she should find a boyfriend, but she was also afraid that a boyfriend would make her even angrier.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Zhao Wen picked up a nearby bottle and drank it down. Soon, Zhao Wen lay down on the bar and fell asleep, her long eyelashes like drawn curtains, shutting out her world. Her head was turned to one side, resting on her hands, her chest rising and falling evenly, her breathing steady, like a naive and innocent girl.

She slept until almost closing time when the bar owner woke her up, asking if she had any friends nearby and if she could still go out. Zhao Wen said she was fine. She stumbled and staggered towards the bar entrance.

Li Wen was one of many enthusiasts of the "picking up dead women" culture. Every night, he would wait outside bars for several hours, finally finding his prey for the night. Zhao Wen was alone, unsteady on her feet, and smelled of alcohol; she was about to collapse. Li Wen immediately rushed to support her.

Although Zhao Wen wasn't completely drunk, she knew she didn't recognize the man in front of her. So, with her remaining sobriety, she pushed him away, saying, "Who are you? Get away, I don't know you."

"Baby, it's me, Li Wen," Li Wen replied with a calm smile, and then began to sexually assault her.

Zhao Wen tried to push him away again, but she was held tightly by Li Wen and couldn't move.

He carried Zhao Wen to the side of the road, and while holding the struggling Zhao Wen, he also tried to comfort her by offering to take her home. After

Zhao Wen refused several times without success, Li Wen used both soft and hard tactics to force her into a taxi. As he closed the door, he deliberately said to the driver, "Sweetie, baby, this isn't the first or second time. Even if you're not annoyed, I am. It's always like this." Then he gave the driver a helpless smile.

II

. Some lawyers believe that picking up a drunk woman is illegal and constitutes rape. Despite this, many men with ill intentions still take the risk. In their eyes, picking up a drunk woman offers an unpredictable thrill of conquest, which is very exciting. So, how easy is it for a drunk girl to be picked up? You guys can try it; don't blame me if you get caught and go to jail.

III.

Zhao Wen was vaguely taken back to a simple lodging by Li Wen. How should I write about this? Have any of you seen videos about rape, or seen videos on 91 where women who are completely drunk are taken advantage of?

I can't imagine it. So, I'll write something based on those videos I watched a long time ago. Otherwise, someone might say, "They've already taken their pants off, and this is what they show me?" I understand that feeling.

At that time, Zhao Wen was knocked down on the bed by Li Wen, who also took off her shoes. Li Wen then pounced on Zhao Wen and pressed her down on top of her. While Zhao Wen was unconscious and dazed, Li Wen pressed his hands on Zhao Wen's breasts and rubbed them incessantly. Her breasts changed shape in Li Wen's palms.

Oh no, I've never experienced what it's like for a drunk woman to feel when touched. Let me just fantasize about it. Zhao Wen felt a slight pain in her chest, as if someone was putting pressure on her, and she couldn't help but cough a few times.

Li Wen thought Zhao Wen was awake, and his hand unconsciously lingered for a moment, then he noticed Zhao Wen had turned her head to one side, and her body relaxed.
He held Zhao Wen's face, turning her towards him. Zhao Wen's features were well-proportioned, with a high nose, and her thin lips, enhanced by lipstick, exuded feminine charm.

Li Wen's lips were dry, so he leaned forward and kissed Zhao Wen, prying open her lips with his tongue. Zhao Wen made a soft whimpering sound. After a few seconds of kissing, Li Wen felt that kissing her teeth wasn't very comfortable, so he pinched Zhao Wen's jaw with his hand, applying some force. Zhao Wen groaned in pain and opened her mouth.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Wen finally had the chance to stick his tongue into her mouth, wantonly exploring inside. Because Zhao Wen was completely drunk and unconscious, Li Wen found his attempts at kissing her haphazardly pointless, as if he were kissing a dead person. (

Perhaps this is a typo; corpse pickers probably don't care about such things. They just want to experience sleeping with different women, and the women don't even react. Of course, some women who aren't too drunk give them more pleasure in raping.) All of the above is speculation, but I know rape is a very cruel process.

Li Wen got up and looked at the mess he had made of Zhao Wen's clothes. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, squeezed his penis, climbed back onto the bed, and after hovering it above Zhao Wen's head for a moment, Li Wen slapped his penis against Zhao Wen's face, first her cheeks, then her lips, and then even tried to shove it into her nostrils. Li Wen felt excited just thinking about it; he was fantasizing about being a victorious general returning from battle.

He stroked his penis with one hand and pinched Zhao Wen's chin with the other, forcing her mouth open. Then he shoved his dark, fishy-smelling member into her mouth, finally letting out a satisfied moan.

Initially, Li Wen knelt on Zhao Wen's chest, her soft breasts supporting his buttocks. At first, Zhao Wen felt uncomfortable and tried to resist, but Li Wen suppressed her. Only when he satisfiedly ejaculated into Zhao Wen's mouth, with some sticky liquid overflowing from the corners of her lips, did Li Wen slowly pull out his penis.

Four.

Li Wen was an unemployed bum who liked to cast a wide net online, joining groups. He had intended to join a few singles groups or dating groups, but by chance, a member of one group pulled him into a "picking up corpses" group. There, the group members discussed the culture of picking up corpses, which made Li Wen realize that the world was full of wonders.

He had never witnessed anything like this in his social circle before. His worldview was utterly shaken. After some time, Li Wen came to terms with it; he realized that life wasn't just outwardly calm, but constantly turbulent beneath the surface. Some people weren't just beasts, but deliberately amplified their inner evil. For example, how those premeditated beasts

would pick up unconscious women in bars. A shameless "expert" in the group exposed his own "corpse-picking" incident in Nanning. The story goes back to July 2016, when a young woman in Guangxi, drunk, was stripped naked and sexually assaulted by a "corpse-picker," who also took nude photos of her. In the photos, the woman was unconscious, her skirt pulled down, exposing her breasts.

The "expert" then posted these explicit photos in the group, where they were wildly shared, causing a sensation online. He became truly famous, a real "expert."

Li Wen was incredibly envious. Therefore, he frequently participated in the group, hoping to meet the "expert" and learn from his experience.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. Finally, one day, a master shopper appeared, and the group members cheered. He claimed to have picked up over 50 girls while they were drunk.

The group exploded with excitement, even lurkers came out to ask for his tips. The master shopper, without any reservations, truly a selfless genius, generously shared his years of experience with the group.

He said that he would get the girl about 70% drunk, then tentatively put his arm around her waist. If there was no strong resistance, it meant he could basically take her away. He also summarized picking up girls as "picking up a whole corpse" and "picking up a half corpse": a whole corpse refers to a girl who is completely unconscious, with almost no awareness or consciousness. A half corpse refers to a girl who is drunk and unable to move easily, but is still conscious.

Generally, he preferred half corpses because whole corpses have the smell of alcohol and might even vomit. Half corpses are conscious and have physiological reactions, which he found very exciting.

For Li Wen, who had never had a girlfriend before, this was simply a godsend. At first, he and a few experienced men ambushed women in bars, but each time they were snatched up by those same veterans. This left him resentful.

After several such ambushes, he learned a lot of theoretical knowledge, but had zero practical experience.

Zhao Wen was clearly his first "girlfriend" to pick up while drunk. Two weeks after sleeping with Zhao Wen, he found that opportunities to pick up women outside bars were becoming increasingly rare, because many high-quality women were already occupied by the hungry wolves inside, and those who managed to come out alone were either ugly or had many companions. He was somewhat lucky to have picked up women in the previous weeks.

Second Article: Keyboard Warrior

In reality, I swallow my anger and dare not insult others, remaining humble and subservient. Online, I strike back fiercely, insulting netizens with great fervor! If heaven hadn't created keyboard warriors like me, the world of online sparring would be plunged into eternal darkness. Give me your keyboard!

I am a keyboard warrior, but I won't tell you my online ID. I'm considered a veteran of forums, having registered on an erotic forum in 2014, a history spanning five years. Although I had written several essays online before, the responses were all poor, which infuriated me. At that time, I was convinced that netizens had poor judgment and needed to see an ophthalmologist. I was so angry I wanted to curse.

I painstakingly wrote essays and published them, and you freeloaders read them without commenting? Do you have any conscience? I often tell everyone that 001 is my idol; he's the one who forces readers to comment, otherwise he can't continue writing, saying it in a high-sounding way for the healthy development of the forum and to prevent original authors from being discouraged.

Until late August this year, my idol 001 returned to the forum and easily expressed what I wanted to say but couldn't. And then some random person came to sabotage it! Is he desperate for fame? Holy crap!

Why is he slandering my idol? I couldn't help but stand up and give him a piece of my mind. The person who criticized my idol is also on sis; his ID is Zhang Ziwu. I hate him to death.

To be honest, I'm usually quite pretentious; hypocrisy is my nature. However, I noticed he was quite self-aware in his rants, a quality I can't match. I honestly acknowledged that he had this advantage—at least he was able to be frank, something I definitely couldn't do myself. But one thing at a time, and there's no room for ambiguity.

After reading his rant, I wrote a few words to him: "This is the first time I've seen someone post an article criticizing another type of article while also criticizing other authors in the preface… I wanted to say something, but you clearly know your behavior is 'boring and ridiculous,' so I'll refrain from further comment."

Later, still feeling unsatisfied, and with the keyboard in hand, I felt invincible. I couldn't help but keep typing away, calling his essay a diary entry, and laughing my head off at how sloppy his time-travel novel was. He dared to try and write time-travel stories? He was utterly ignorant.

But despite the criticism, I still have my principles. Adhering to the principle that you should know the other person's style before you criticize them, I had to grit my teeth and endure the disgust to read his essay again. In the end, I still concluded it was just a rambling, disjointed piece of writing, a complete waste of time. Although he wrote that he could accept time-travel entertainment stories to make people laugh, to me, his own writing was neither rigorous nor funny; it was clearly just a satirical piece of entertainment about time travel.

Holy crap! He has absolutely no talent, and his writing is so disjointed and disjointed, yet he dares to criticize other authors. He's a shameless, self-conscious little man desperate for fame.

Two days passed, and I logged onto sis again. Damn it, he still hadn't replied. Why was he ignoring me? I went to all that trouble to rant under his posts, just to get his attention and disgust him!

How annoying, ignoring me like that. Fine, I'm not going to talk to him anymore. He's so pathetic.

So I went to my idol's page, waiting for him to update his post. Even though my idol was begging readers to reduce the number of comments from twenty to fifteen, I felt he shouldn't compromise for that jerk. Did he also read that bastard's rant?

Ugh! I was so angry! So I went to read that jerk's essay and my rant about him.

This time, after reading it, I was blushing with shame and indignation. Although I didn't want to admit it, my body betrayed me. I carefully read his rant, and my face turned red from my ears down my neck and back to my heels.

Staring intently at my phone, I was completely at a loss. The comment had already been posted two days ago; I'd lost face big time. After a few seconds of thought, I made up my mind: I couldn't admit my mistake. If I did, how could I ever face anyone on the forum again? Everyone here was a familiar face; I had to walk with my head held high, strutting confidently and arrogantly into the forum entrance.

The moment I stepped inside, I saw the person I least wanted to see: Zhang Ziwu, a shifty-eyed, lecherous man. Seeing him walking towards me, chatting and laughing with another man, I immediately knew I couldn't lose to him in terms of presence. So, I held my breath, clenched my fists, and swaggered past him.

Holy crap, he didn't even recognize me! His eyes never even met mine. I couldn't take it anymore. I immediately ran from the forum to the red-light district; I needed to find a prostitute to vent my frustrations.

The women in the red-light district speak softly and sweetly, and while they might say no to kissing, their services are excellent. For the right price, they offer many ways to release pent-up emotions. The reason I seek out prostitutes when I'm in a bad mood is because my girlfriend frequently cheats on me.

Online, I can be a formidable fighter, but in real life, I'm weak and timid. When my girlfriend is having an affair, I swallow my anger and forgive her unless I see it with my own eyes. Even if she verbally abuses or hits me, I'll immediately rush back to her side.

After doing this several times, she finally pushed me too far and actually cheated on me with another man at home.

I was at work, about to insert my key into the lock, when I heard a faint moaning sound. Out of curiosity, I gently opened and closed the door, shuffling towards the sound.

I saw her being picked up and fucked by a man I recognized—her boss. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, while his lecherous hands cradled her large, soft buttocks, his erect penis thrusting rhythmically into her vagina.

I watched her excitedly manipulating it inside, and I was furious. I stormed in and wrestled with the man. That slut even helped him, pulling me away, telling me to let go and stop hitting him.

Afterwards, I was beaten black and blue by that man, and I had a huge fight with her, telling her to move out. A year later, she said one thing and I was begging to come back. She was crying on the phone, saying she missed me.

So I let her move back in. They say a dog can't forget its dregs, and later she cheated on me again, this time with my friend Xiaoqiang. I kicked her out again.

At first, I still missed her; we'd been together for three years, and I was a little reluctant to let her go. But there was no way back; the die was cast. Later, I went to prostitutes a few times with a good friend and discovered I actually liked the feeling.

Yang Wei invited a group of friends to a nightclub to celebrate my bachelor party. He casually called in a bunch of girls to celebrate with me, which not only drained my savings but also maxed out my credit card by nearly 3,000 yuan, totaling over 8,000 yuan.

That night, I was completely drunk and had no recollection of how many girls I had slept with.

When the girls saw me throw a wad of cash on the table, their eyes lit up, and they readily presented their fair, smooth bodies to me. They let me caress their breasts, and soon, I quietly pulled off their panties. I pressed against one of the girls' breasts, and she hugged my back. Some of the other girls kissed my back, while others licked my anus.

Then, I guided my penis into her vagina and slowly inserted it, my hips moving in and out, indulging in the tense and exciting primal desires, while still checking the time on my phone, calculating my sexual prowess.

At first, I tried to imitate the techniques used by Japanese male porn actors, and I also kept in mind the "nine shallow, one deep" method from some pornographic books. Gradually, I realized that my mind couldn't keep up with the sexual movements, so I gave up and could only mechanically thrust and push.

In less than five minutes, I collapsed on top of a prostitute. The prostitute's eyes rolled back as if to say that the man in front of her was useless, and then she pushed me off her, full of disgust, wishing she could brush off the dirt on her body and get rid of it. She made no attempt to hide the contempt on her lips.

They say that when you're down on your luck, even prostitutes won't look down on you. At that moment, I was furious. I grabbed one of the prostitutes by the hair and pulled hard. She knelt down and begged for mercy, howling in pain. I said fiercely, "What are you people? You're selling yourselves and you dare to look down on people? I'll fuck you!"

And so, I began my life of indulgence, and I prostituted men for about a year. One night, she got my number from my friend and called me. At the time, I was having sex with a prostitute, and I deliberately let her make a few noises into the phone.

I haven't contacted her since. Looking back on our three years together, she cheated on me five times, costing me 60,000 yuan. I've only spent a little over 30,000 yuan on prostitutes in four years. What a rip-off!

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