Legend of the Matchmaker

1. The Entangled Red Thread

(Part 1) Ji Meiyu

had just finished a chaotic rush, and the emergency room had only been quiet for a short while. I was closing my eyes to rest when I remembered something that happened during the day:

In front of the statue of the Old Man Under the Moon at the Xiahai City God Temple, I pulled out a strand of red thread, but it became entangled with the red thread of a young man. He raised his head, raised a bright red mole on his eyebrow, grinned at me, widened his eyes, smiled slightly, and then abandoned the thread and left.

I am 28 years old this year. I have completed three years of R1, R2, and R3 residency in the Department of Surgery at this hospital. I am about to take over as the chief surgeon. Before, because my medical school studies were very demanding, after graduation, I followed my mentor as a resident physician. For three years, I worked day shifts followed by night shifts, night shifts followed by day shifts, working day and night without rest. I had no time to think about personal relationships. Now I am not young anymore and have passed the age of first love. On days when I am not on duty, when I am alone, my hormones often make me feel a little tingly in my lower abdomen. I then realize that it is time to find a husband. Looking around, the senior students who are a few years ahead of me or my classmates are almost all in relationships. I feel lost and confused. Today, I couldn't help but take advantage of my daytime off to come to the nearby Xiahai City God Temple. I heard that there is a very effective matchmaker statue there. I came here alone this afternoon to draw a fortune stick and see what kind of revelation it will give.

Upon entering the temple, I paid my respects to the main deity and asked the temple keeper about the method and steps for praying to the Old Man Under the Moon. He told me that I should sincerely pray to the Old Man Under the Moon and secretly inform him of my name, date of birth, address, and the conditions of the person I hoped to marry. Then I would draw a divination stick, and he would give me some instructions. Finally, I would draw a red thread from the shrine to complete the ritual. I followed his instructions one by one.

I drew a fortune stick, muttered my wishes to the Old Man Under the Moon, got up from the prayer mat, and went to get the stick. I wanted to draw a red thread first and then find the temple keeper to interpret it. I saw a large bunch of red threads hanging on the shelf next to the statue of the deity, and many people were queuing to draw red threads, mostly girls. I also joined the queue, but ended up behind a young man. The young man drew a red thread and left. I also went up and drew a red thread, ready to find someone to interpret it, but I found that my red thread was tangled with the red thread of the young man in front of me. I looked up and saw that he was a boy of about twenty years old, quite handsome, especially with a very noticeable red mole on his left eyebrow. He pulled at my hand, and neither of us was willing to let go first, which made me very embarrassed. In the end, he smiled at me, gave up his red thread, and left.

I went to the temple keeper to have my fortune told. He opened the matchmaking fortune slip and saw only one line:

"It's a matter of fate, tied by a red thread five hundred years ago, inseparable and unbreakable, fulfilling the dream of mandarin ducks, recorded as husband and wife in the Book of Three Lifetimes, sharing life and death

." The fortune slip indicated: success in seeking things, finding someone, business success, marriage, healing from injury or illness, and war.

On my way home in the taxi, I tried to untangle the two intertwined red threads, but I couldn't. What puzzled me most was the "upper and lower fortune slips." I'd only ever heard of "the best fortune slip" and "the worst fortune slip," but I'd never heard of anyone getting an upper and lower fortune slip.

Just as I was about to take a nap, I heard an announcement over the loudspeaker: "Dr. Ji Meiyu, Surgeon, please proceed to bed number eight." It was a very unsettling night. This was the fourth patient in the surgical emergency room that night. There was a superstitious belief in the hospital that the fourth patient brought in at night would usually die during emergency treatment. So, the medical staff were somewhat passive towards him or her, partly because everyone was exhausted after a long night, and partly because superstitions are often misguided. They simply followed professional procedures and waited for the on-call doctor's instructions. I quickly grabbed a cold, damp towel, wiped my face to clear my head, and rushed to the ward.

The patient was a nineteen-year-old male. According to the police officer who accompanied him, the injured man had been stabbed in the left groin during a fight at a nightclub, bleeding profusely, and had been brought to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Upon examination, it was discovered that the patient had narrowly avoided severing his femoral artery, resulting in significant blood loss. The paramedics in the ambulance had already cut open the patient's inner and outer trousers with scissors and applied pressure bandages to try and stop the bleeding. After emergency treatment, the bleeding was finally stopped, but bright red blood continued to gush out. Due to excessive blood loss, the patient had fallen into a coma.

After the anesthesiologist administered the injection, I removed the pressure bandages from the wound. It was clearly a ruptured artery. Because the wound was too close to the groin, it was impossible to apply pressure to the upper part to stop the bleeding. I had to act quickly, so I had to ask a burly male nurse to apply pressure to the blood vessel. Braving the pool of blood, I quickly sutured the ruptured artery. However, in the dark pubic hair next to the wound, there was a limp, erect penis that kept distracting me. I had to ask my assistant to use a large gauze to tie his penis to his right thigh to cover it up. To avoid it interfering with my delicate left leg vascular suturing surgery, I had to periodically push it aside during the suturing process, preventing its bulging appearance from distracting me.

Actually, I'd seen male external genitalia in person and in textbooks and practice dozens of times, but I never imagined it could be this size when not erect. It kept tempting me, giving me the urge to loosen it, to grab it hard, to manipulate it up and down, to see what dramatic changes might occur.

After the surgery, the patient was still in shock and coma, requiring an emergency blood transfusion. I prescribed 1000cc of blood from the blood bank. The blood bank reported that the patient had a rare blood type, O Rh Neg, which they had no stock of. Looking at his blood type report, my heart skipped a beat. Was it a coincidence? Because I also happen to be O Rh Neg.

Looking up, I recognized the young, aggressive man's face. A red mole on his left eyebrow sent a chill down my spine. Wasn't this the young man I'd shared a red thread with earlier that day? According to the superstitions of this hospital, he would die tonight on this makeshift operating table. But since we'd been bound by fate together, could he be my destined one? I had to beg the City God for his life.

Because of the urgency, I had blood transfusion equipment and saline solution prepared. I drew 500 cc of blood from my left arm and transfused it into him, monitoring his breathing, heartbeat, and blood pressure. I signed the admission form for the surgical ward, but his family still hadn't arrived.

I was exhausted after working for a day and a night and donating 500cc of blood. It was getting light, and I desperately needed to go back to the doctors' lounge to catch my breath. I ate two biscuits, drank some water, and lay down. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard the announcement over the loudspeaker: "Surgeon Ji Meiyu, please come to bed number nine..."

This is the fate of medical students; they have to get up despite their extreme exhaustion and go to the bedside.

(II) Tu Yifeng

had a boring math class this afternoon, taught by the big-butt Qiu Manmei. Firstly, he couldn't understand it, and secondly, Qiu and he had a sexual relationship. Anyway, no matter how he answered the test, she would definitely grade it to a passing score of over sixty. Only physics, taught by Old Zhang, required serious attention. If he didn't do well on the test and failed, he would have to repeat his second year of high school for three years, and he wouldn't be able to explain it to his mother-in-law.

I often roam the streets of Taipei with a group of good friends. In the bustling Ximending area or Xinyi shopping district, we watch free movies, play bad games like billiards to win money, and hook up with young girls in parks late at night. When we're broke, we go to karaoke bar hostesses, who will find older women for us to ride the subway and earn some "pleasure service fees." We fight in nightclubs, race cars, cause trouble in the streets, bully the weak, do all sorts of good and bad things, and enjoy being fierce and ruthless. The only thing we absolutely never do is get involved with narcotics or drugs; we don't buy, sell, or use them.

We guys are all between sixteen and twenty years old. Our defining characteristic is speed. We're quick to act and quick to disperse before the police arrive, so none of us have ever been caught by the police and therefore have no criminal records. Starting this year, countless internet surveillance cameras have been installed on the streets of Taipei, posing a significant threat to us. Last week, our leader, Brother Peng, was arrested for assault with a gun, so everyone has become more cautious and less active.

Today I skipped Mr. Qiu's class and, out of boredom, followed a pretty girl onto the No. 9 city bus. We went to the Yue Lao (Old Man Under the Moon) statue at the Xiahai City God Temple and knelt on the same prayer mat. When the pretty girl went to draw her red thread, I followed her and drew one too. Somehow, my red thread got tangled with the red thread of an older woman behind me. When I turned around, I saw a plain-looking woman in her late thirties with no makeup. Seeing the strange light in her bright eyes, my crotch tightened, and I felt a jolt. I put down my red thread, turned around, and left.

In Ximending, I watched an online movie, a Hong Kong film about the "Red Light District." Bored, I decided to go to the Red House commercial area to see the rainbow-colored scenery of men embracing. Unexpectedly, I encountered a disaster: I got into an argument and was stabbed in the thigh by a stranger. Confused, I was taken to the hospital, and eventually, confused, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, barely alive. My grandmother and great-grandmother sat by my bedside, tears streaming down their faces. They only smiled when they saw I was awake.

During my three days in the hospital, the nurses would check my wound, disinfect it, and change the medicated gauze every morning and evening when changing shifts. Some of the more mischievous nurses would pretend to walk by and secretly pinch my chubby little breast while applying new gauze. I felt it was quite nice, so I pretended not to notice.

This morning, the attending physician came to check on me alone, without any nurses or students accompanying her. She was a beautiful female doctor with neatly combed hair, beautifully drawn eyebrows, and a sexy light red lipstick. I felt like I'd seen her somewhere before. She asked how I was feeling, if my wound hurt, her tone very gentle, reminding me of my late mother. A warm, tearful feeling welled up inside me. She unwrapped the bandage, using her index finger to loosen it and examine my wound. Then, she gently held my penis with her thumb and the three fingers below her middle finger, and her palm. The warm temperature of her palm caused it to become erect. I reflexively exclaimed, "Oh!" She was startled, said "Sorry," her face flushed, and quickly put the bandage back on. My mother-in-law asked the doctor,

"Sir, when can our Ah Feng be discharged?"

She gently replied to my mother-in-law, "

As long as the wound doesn't hurt when you walk, you can be discharged anytime. After discharge, come back every three days for wound cleaning and dressing changes. Once the wound has scabbed over and dried, you won't need to come back for further treatment."

My mother-in-law said, "I don't have enough money, sir. Can I ask the hospital to cover some?"

The female doctor said, "It's alright. How much are you short? I'll think of some ways to help you."

My mother-in-law said, "I heard from the nurse that the hospital was short of blood that day, and you donated blood to save our Ah Feng. It's truly a life-saving act."

The female doctor said, "Saving lives is the original intention of us medical students. Please don't mind."

This time, I was truly moved to tears. I had no relation to her; how could I accept such a great kindness?

After the doctor finished rounds, she gave me a discharge permit and a prescription for discharge medication, and made an appointment for the surgical outpatient clinic three days later. She told my mother-in-law to settle the bill at the discharge window, and that Dr. Ji would make up any shortfall.

Before Dr. Ji left the ward, he handed me an envelope, blushed, and walked out of the ward. I opened the envelope and saw two intertwined red threads inside.

(III)

My precious grandson, Ah Feng, has had a very bad life. His father died when he was four, and his mother ran away with someone else when he was ten. Since then, he has been relying on me for survival, making a living by working as a maid at the nearby Chen Mansion. When he was young, he was not healthy and often had a high fever in the middle of the night. I would often carry him to the hospital in the middle of the night and beg the doctor to prescribe medicine to save him. But since he entered junior high school, he has fallen in love with playing ball. He exercises with his classmates every day after school, and his height keeps increasing. His health has also improved, but his math is not very good. He studied for four semesters in his second year of high school. He often skipped classes and had too many girlfriends to count. No matter what I said, he would not listen. Recently, he got into a fight on the street and was stabbed. He was hospitalized. Fortunately, the beautiful female doctor at the hospital (the older generation in Taiwan calls doctors "Mr.") even donated her own blood to save his life. She is truly Guanyin Bodhisattva, saving people from suffering.

A few days ago, the female doctor came to the hospital to help Ah Feng with his check-up. I saw her secretly pinching his penis. Her buttocks looked small, so she seemed to be a virgin. I wonder if she is married. If she is not married, it would be too good for her to marry our Ah Feng. However, our Ah Feng is only nineteen years old, so he seems a bit too young for her. Amitabha.

Today I went to the hospital for a follow-up check-up, but found that the doctor I was seeing wasn't Dr. Ji. Later, I asked the nurse on duty and learned that Dr. Ji was the ward's chief physician, not an attending physician, and couldn't see patients on shifts. I went to the surgical ward's doctor's office to find Dr. Ji, but she was leading the resident doctors on rounds. After waiting a while, she returned to her office with a group of young doctors. When she saw Xiaofeng, she paused for a moment, told us to wait for her in the corridor, and then took the young doctors to a review meeting. My grandmother and I watched her from outside; she was very busy, following along with people discussing their conditions on a screen. After the meeting, a nurse discussed things with her. It wasn't until 1:30 PM that she came out to greet me. Xiaofeng noticed she was wearing light makeup and fresh lipstick. Seeing us, she asked,

"Mr. Tu, did you change your dressing today? Is the wound any better?"

"Yes, I did. My husband said it probably got wet and is a little inflamed, so the stitches can't be removed yet," my grandmother said. "

Really? Did it get wet?" "How could you be so careless?" she scolded.

"You smelled terrible, you had to wash, and it was just a tiny bit of contact." I said.

"Even a tiny bit is no good, it could get infected and lead to amputation, don't you understand?" the doctor said.

"Actually, it's not that serious, just a little infection, don't scare our Ah Feng. Could you please examine him?" the mother-in-law retorted.

"I can't examine Dr. Chen's patient here, otherwise next time I come to your house, I'll help Mr. Tu change his dressing and teach him how to bathe," she said, her face flushing.

"Tell He Xin your address. In a few days, when I'm not on duty, I can come to your house to change Mr. Tu's dressing," she said, her face flushing. Then she added,

"Wait a moment, I need to check when my next day off is so I can come. Please sit here for a moment while I check my schedule." She went back to her office, and soon returned to the corridor, saying,

"Saturday the 17th, I have two days off. I can take one day in the morning to come to your house and help you."

"My house is very small, and the way is hard to find. Let me tell you how to get there," the old woman said, overjoyed.

"I know where your house is, I've been there," she said, realizing her mistake, her face turning bright red.

"Welcome to our home. I can cook some simple dishes; we can have lunch together. Please don't mind, though, as a country bumpkin, my cooking isn't very good," my mother-in-law would say politely. Actually, I've been a maid at the Chen mansion for almost ten years, and it's precisely because I'm such a good cook that Professor Chen is reluctant to change cooks.

I thought to myself, this lady probably really likes our Ah-Feng and wants to find an excuse to visit him. I should try to create some opportunities to bring them together. If we have a granddaughter-in-law who is a gentleman in the family, we won't have to trouble others to take care of him if he gets sick in the future.

(IV) Qiu Manmei

hadn't seen Tu come to class for several days. He'd skipped class far too many times this time. Later, she saw his leave slip and found out that this little devil had been injured and hospitalized. She asked her classmates which hospital he was in and went to visit him after class. She learned that he had surgery and stayed in the hospital for a few days before going home to recuperate. She used to meet him at Huitie when her husband was away on business, but now that seemed impossible. She called him, and the little devil pitifully told her on the phone:

"Big Butt Teacher! It hurts so much! This guy is so cruel! He almost cut off my manhood! I had surgery, and it hurts so much!" She complained,

"Is it broken off? Has it been stitched back up? Xiaofeng." She was a little anxious and also a little heartbroken.

"Ha! You only care if it broke, you didn't ask if the rest of it was injured," I teased her.

"Are the rest of you injured?" she asked .

"It doesn't matter, I won't die, it's just..." Yi Feng said,

"Phew—you scared me to death, just what?" She said,

"It's just that I can't, I can't." Yi Feng said, "

Just what?" Big Butt said,

"It's just that I can't go to the ironworks anymore." Yi Feng said, Big Butt got anxious and asked,

"Why can't I go?" Yi Feng answered her,

"Because my mother-in-law won't let me go out." Big Butt breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"Phew...you bad guy," she said, finally relieved, and then said,

"When can we go out and get together? I miss you so much."

"Bad guy? Women don't love men who aren't a little bad. I'll contact you again when I'm better," Yi Feng said.

"When will you recover?" the teacher asked.

"How would I know? I'll go back to school when I'm better. Bye," Yi Feng said.

(V) Little Demoness

"Hey, who is this? Who are you looking for? Why aren't you saying anything?" Yi Feng said.

"Crazy brother, it's me, little sister. I heard from Da Tou that you were bled out. Is that true?"

"Which little sister? I can't tell. It's true that I was stabbed. Who are you?

" "It's Little Demoness, Crazy brother. I haven't seen you in so long. I miss you so much," she said.

"Oh, it's Little Chicken. My Big Chicken is thinking of you too," Yi Feng said lazily.

"Is the injury serious? When can we meet?" the girl asked expectantly.

"Last week, I almost got a death certificate from the hospital. You're not even married yet, and you've practically become a widow. The police even came to the hospital to take a statement. Tell me, is the injury serious? You're recovering at home now. You can only go out when you're better."

"Then I'll see you again when you're fully healed. I wish you a speedy recovery," the girl said.

"Hey, I'm warning you, don't you dare sleep with that bastard Da Tou while I'm recovering."

"Mind your own business! I'll sleep with whoever I want!" *Pfft!* The phone rang.

(VI) Chen Hongwang

heard that my student, Dr. Ji, a surgeon in the surgical ward, used 500cc of her own blood to donate to a thug who had been murdered while on duty in the emergency room last night. "Silly girl, she's just young and impetuous, always trying to help the weak and donating her own blood to save patients. How can she be a surgeon like that? How much blood could she possibly have to save all the emergency room patients in Taipei?"

This girl, after graduating from medical school, followed me to study surgery, passed the licensing exam, and went through the R1, R2, and R3 stages with me, amidst scalpels, sutures, blood, and syringes. Next month, she's being promoted to general physician to begin her journey of studying medicine and helping the world.

Since my wife, Xiuqing, passed away from lung adenocarcinoma two years ago, many teachers, friends, students, and subordinates have introduced me to potential wives. I've also met some ladies, but because stepmothers are difficult, these relationships often fizzle out. However, I've secretly taken a liking to Ji Meiyu, who lives so close to me. Her slender figure, every gesture, every smile, always makes my heart flutter. I wonder how I can win her favor and gain her affection for me, a 55-year-old, middle-aged head of the surgical department with two 15-year-old twin sons.

2. The Girl Almost Became a Woman

(Part 1) Chief Physician Chen Hongwang and

Chief Physician Ji will be on leave for two days tomorrow and the day after. I happen to have no clinic hours and know that she doesn't have any surgeries today. I'd like to invite her to my home for dinner tomorrow to build some rapport and take the first step. At the same time, every gesture, every smile, touches my heartstrings. I want her to know how much I admire her. I want her to see what a beautiful house she'll live in, what a beautiful bedroom, what a beautiful bathroom, what a beautiful living room, kitchen, and garage she'll have after marrying a famous doctor. She'll drive a luxury German car and eat the finest food. If you marry me, I'll share all of that with you. I'll buy you lots of beautiful clothes and jewelry, making you look gorgeous and attracting everyone's envy. Ah, Meiyu, I love you, I want you.

(II) Ji Meiyu

had worked eight consecutive days, only handing over the ward to Dr. Lin yesterday. Returning to her rented apartment, she removed her work clothes and took a relaxing hot bath. Looking down at her pubic hair in the tub, she sighed, "The fragrant path has never been swept for guests, when will the humble gate open for you?" She sat in the bathtub, lost in thought for a long time. After bathing, wrapped in a large towel, she turned on the air conditioner and lay on the bed, lost in thought. At twenty-eight, since becoming aware of sexuality, she had never experienced such physical discomfort. Ever since returning home from the Xiahai City God Temple after visiting the God of Marriage, it seemed her body… There's a soul that's been asleep for a very long time, now awakened, constantly urging me to find a companion. Especially after that day when I performed first aid on that young man surnamed Tu, and inexplicably grabbed his elephant trunk, that trunk has been festering in my mind ever since, constantly troubling me. Whenever I close my eyes even slightly, the trunk floats in my mind, jumping up and down, left and right before my eyes, twitching lively in my palm. Even when I'm trying to rest during my afternoon nap, it keeps appearing in my head, making me want to bite it, suck its blood, and demand the return of the blood I gave it.

Today, I couldn't sleep since 5:30. I was going to visit the boy the matchmaker had arranged for me. I hastily made something for breakfast, sat on the bed, and considered how to do my makeup in front of the mirror: heavy makeup? light makeup? no makeup? I couldn't decide. Heavy makeup—my intention to get close to him would be too obvious; he might look down on me. No makeup? No, I'm nine years older than him. If I don't wear makeup, will I look like his mother when we sit together? I could only wear light makeup to highlight my super pink and youthful skin, hoping to pique his interest and avoid causing him to reject me. Reluctant to take a taxi, I took the bus to his neighborhood, carrying a medical bag. After a winding journey, I arrived at his house, knocked on the door, and his grandmother answered. Seeing me, she beamed and said,

"Oh dear, sir, why are you here so early? Feng is waiting for you in the room." Looking at the house, I saw two bedrooms, the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom all crammed together, and the furniture was very basic. It was clearly an old, rented house, at least fifty or sixty years old.

Actually, although I'm a doctor, my family was poor, and I relied on student loans to pay for my medical school tuition. Now, I've completed seven years of hard work and successfully passed the medical licensing exam, but I also have to start repaying my student loans of over two million NTD in monthly installments. With interest, the total principal and interest owed is over three million NTD. After deducting rent, food, cosmetics, and hygiene products, before becoming an attending physician, I would only be earning a fixed salary each month, which would still be a struggle, not much better than theirs.

My mother-in-law said, "Sir, I've prepared two lunch boxes for you. Please eat whatever you like. I need to rush to prepare lunch for you. I've already bought the groceries. When I come back this afternoon, please try my cooking. Please don't leave!" I smiled and said, "Ms. Aobersheng

, don't be shy. I'm just here to examine Mr. Tu and change his dressing. It won't take long. I have to go back soon. Please don't be shy. I have to leave soon." My mother-in-law seemed a little anxious and hurriedly said, "

Don't lie down!" "No! Sir, you mustn't leave first. People will laugh at Obersen for being impolite. You absolutely mustn't leave first. It's a promise, you must wait for me to come back." After saying this, she turned around and called out to the room before closing the door:

"Ah Feng, I'm leaving," as if someone was chasing her, and ran away quickly.

I first went to the bathroom to use the toilet, then washed my hands with soap, preparing to change the dressing, and went into the young patient's room. There was a bed and a table in the room. On the table was a computer, a lamp, a modem, and a wardrobe with a few clothes hanging inside, and nothing else. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at me with his two eyes, and said:

"Doctor, hello, you've arrived."

(III) Tu Yifeng

knew the female doctor had really come to our house. For some reason, he remembered that the other day, under the pretext of checking the healing of my wound, she had secretly touched my penis, which had become erect and still wouldn't soften easily. How could he possibly lift his underwear and let her check the wound nearby? Unexpectedly, his mother-in-law took the opportunity to slip away, leaving the two of them alone in the room. He didn't know how to handle the situation that was about to unfold.

The woman walked in. Today, she had light makeup on, and her pale red lips looked moist and dewy. I really wanted to kiss them. As she approached me, my mind went blank. She said to me:

"!#^*^&%# $%&* $^&() ` ty$5&(*)". My thoughts were wandering, and I didn't know what she was saying.

"What did you say? I didn't understand. I'm sorry, please say it again," I said.

She smiled and said, "Please unband the gauze on the wound so I can check it."

"Oh, my little brother is being naughty, I'm sorry, I'm too embarrassed to unband it," I said.

"It's okay, this is normal for young people, I'm a doctor, I've seen it before."

"Really, I'm so shy, I'm sorry, I don't want to unband it," I said, wishing I could dig a hole and disappear, clutching

my pants and refusing to unband it. "How can I check if you don't unband it? Unband it!" she said, pulling down my waistband. As soon as she let go, my large penis "splashed!" and jumped out

. She exclaimed, "Oh!" and took a step back, her eyes wide with disbelief. Seeing it like a cobra, baring its teeth at the female doctor, she seemed afraid it would raise its head and bite her, startled and taking a step back.

I quickly grabbed the penis, looking up at her, her face flushed red, staring wide-eyed at my penis, frozen in place, speechless.

After a while, she took a breath, calmed her thoughts, and said,

"Xiao Tu, please lift the gauze so I can check the wound." I reached out and carefully tore off the oxygen-permeable adhesive securing the gauze. My unruly big pipe, amidst a clump of dark hair, stood proudly to her side, defiantly.

She bent down to examine the surgically stitched wound and said,

"Very good, the wound is dry and there's no inflammation." She took out tweezers and cotton wool from her medical kit, cleaned the wound, applied iodine, changed the gauze, and taped it on. But whether unintentionally or intentionally, she accidentally bumped into my erect penis.

I couldn't resist and grabbed her hand and my penis with both of my hands. She tried to pull her hands away, but I held on tightly. Her face turned even redder, and she froze for almost a minute before finally giving up. She simply used her small hands to play with it, sometimes loosely, sometimes tightly. I took the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek.

Thunder roared, a volcano erupted, a flash of light appeared, and spurts of liquid erupted. All I wanted was to have her, to have her until she begged for mercy, until she writhed all over the bed.

She nestled in my arms, still clutching my large penis. I kissed her deeply, kissing her soft, fragrant lips. The scent of her lipstick was sweet. I wanted to slip my tongue into her mouth, but no matter how hard I tried, she wouldn't open her mouth; her teeth were clenched tightly. I brushed my teeth for ages this morning and even chewed gum; it couldn't be that my breath smelled bad, could it? Could it be…

could it be… could it be…

could this woman, until now, have never kissed a man?

Finally, my tongue entered her mouth. I guided her in a French kiss, stirring it around for a while, until she finally slowly learned. But she never let go; her warm hand still gripped my penis.

She continued to French kiss me tenderly. Ah, this world is truly beautiful.

(IV) Ji Meiyu:

I can't believe it, I finally kissed this man. My father died when I was four, and my mother left home when I was young. In my memory, the last person I kissed was my mother, when I was six or seven years old, before she was arrested and imprisoned. I never saw her again after that. Later, my grandmother lied to me, saying that she had died in prison.

The kiss was sweet. His tongue, mixed with fragrant saliva, and mine, mixed with light saliva, stirred in my mouth. Our pheromones mixed together, and our breaths exchanged through our noses. My heart trembled, the sky swayed, and the earth spun. I was in a daze. I had lived for twenty-eight years, and only today did I realize how beautiful life was. Besides gauze, cotton wool, blood, and scissors, there was such a joyful thing in the world.

I reached behind him from his right shoulder and wrapped my arms around his left. He placed my body on his right thigh, and with his left hand, he slipped his hand inside my shirt, skillfully unhooking my bra and grasping my left breast. Two fingers gently pinched the sensitive nipple. Ah! A wave of tension washed over me, goosebumps rising all over my body. My nipple swelled, heated, and hardened. My whole body went limp; like a chick under a predator's talons, I had no power to resist, forced to submit to my little devil's caresses.

After caressing my left breast, he moved on to my right. His gentle yet burning hand caressed my breast—so itchy…so itchy…so itchy…unbearably itchy.

My whole body felt hot, and my clothes felt so hot against my skin. I wanted to strip naked. I let my hair down, draped it over the bed, my eyes glazed, my mouth dry, muttering incoherently. My hips arched upwards desperately.

Oh no! I felt a lump in my throat, I didn't know if it was leaking from Skene's glands or something called coital ejaculation. It couldn't be that bad, could it? I've never had sexual intercourse, let alone orgasm.

Oh! My little devil reached down from my breasts into my nylon panties, touching my swollen clitoris with its foreskin showing. He gently rubbed it. Ah! This felt completely different from when I was showering or wiping myself with toilet paper. It felt so good! Waves of sensation traveled from the outside in, and I knew, both physically and mentally, that I was ready. Today, I was going to transform from a girl into a woman.

I was already a little crazy, a little delirious from excitement. This was the moment I'd been waiting for for twenty-eight years. I lay down on the bed, spread my legs, and reached out to grasp his erect penis. He inserted his right index finger into my vagina, following the secretions, slowly probing inside. He encountered some resistance.

My breathing became very rapid; I knew my face must be flushed, and my eyes were somewhat glazed.

He touched my hymen, and I flinched, reflexively pushing him away.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and asked in surprise,

"Is this your first time?" I nodded and smiled at him encouragingly.

He jumped off the bed, his penis erect, and muttered, "You saved my life with a blood transfusion and have been so good to me. If I wanted to play with you, I'd be inhuman."

My darling, how can I express my true feelings to you?

I felt a wetness inside my vagina, and my Bartholin's glands were gushing out. My body had probably accepted the fact that he was about to enter me. This left me feeling awkward and unsure how to tell him that I was willing, very willing, extremely willing, very, very willing, but I couldn't say it. I could only sit up helplessly, silently, my face flushed, and slowly put on my clothes.

He had already dressed and said, "Grandma has prepared lunch for us, let's eat." I was a little embarrassed and angry, and didn't want to eat, but after his persuasion, I finally went to the outer room, lowered my head, and ate the lunchbox. Actually, the food was really delicious.

I said, "I have to go back now, please thank Grandma for me."

As I was leaving, he saw me to the door and whispered, "Next time, if you've thought it through, tell me." I really wanted to tell him that I wasn't leaving, that I wanted to, but I was too shy to say it.

I slowly walked towards the bus stop, replaying the scene in bed earlier in my mind. It was somewhat harrowing. I still had a day off tomorrow, and I didn't know how to spend it.

(V) My grandmother

had cooked dinner at my employer's house and said to him,

"Sir, we have guests coming over today, so I need to go home early. I won't wash the dishes today; can I wash them earlier tomorrow?" He agreed, and I went home.

I hurried home, but the house was deserted. Ah Feng was playing computer games alone. The female doctor had already left. I asked Ah Feng when he left. He said,

"She changed the dressing, left some anti-inflammatory pills, ate lunch, and left." I was so disappointed.

"Why didn't you keep her for dinner before she left? I was a little scared (sorry)," I said.

"It's an afternoon; how could you keep someone so long for nothing?"

"Couldn't you have found something to do to keep her? Aren't you very good with women?" "

I want to too, but what can you do if others don't?" Ah Feng said.

"It's not worth buying so many vegetables," Grandma said.

3. Failure at the Last Minute

(Part 1) Dr. Ji

staggered home from Tu's house, regretting all the way. If I hadn't subconsciously blocked it back then, everything would have been perfect, and I would be a woman now, and soon to be a wife. Oh, God of Marriage, why didn't you help me back then?

Lying alone in bed, unable to fall asleep, my lower abdomen was restless, and my clitoris kept peeking out from the venuscleft, rubbing against my underwear, sore and itchy. Scratching didn't work, rubbing didn't work, I really wanted to bend down and bite it, but unfortunately I couldn't do that. There was no other way but to take off my bra and panties, lie naked on the bed, pour some glycerin on my pubic area, and rub it up and down with my fingers to relieve the itch. But the more I rubbed, the itchier it became, and the more I rubbed, the more I couldn't resist. I inserted my middle finger into my vagina, reaching my hymen. I'm a licensed surgeon; I know my own body better than anyone. All I had to do was grit my teeth, close my eyes, and insert my finger into myself, and I could do whatever I wanted, deflowering myself. Just as I was about to thrust, a sudden flash of inspiration struck me. It was as if an old man holding a red thread was shouting in my ear, "No!"

Like a thunderclap, I slammed on the brakes, pulled my finger out, and cursed,

"Stupid!" I straightened my legs, gritted my teeth, and gasped for breath, finally regaining normal breathing after a long, long time. I spent

the night half-asleep, half-awake, constantly feeling my little devil beside me, embracing me as I slept, until dawn.

The next morning, at five o'clock, I was too excited to sleep. I got out of bed, quickly made some breakfast, and wanted to call him to chat and find an excuse to visit him again. But I couldn't find my phone anywhere. After thinking about it carefully, I realized I must have left it on his bed.

At the street corner, there was a convenience store with a public phone. I dialed my own phone, and after only two rings, I heard Xiao Tu's magnetic voice:

"This is Dr. Ji's phone. She forgot her phone here. May I ask who you are?" "

Xiao Tu, this is Ji Meiyu. I'll come back to get my phone in a bit."

"Oh!" "Dr. Ji, I saw your phone yesterday. I left it on my bed, and I couldn't contact you because I was afraid of interfering with your work. Please call me when you find it and come pick it up. I'll wait for you at home."

I was worried about how to find an excuse to go to his house again, but now all my problems were solved. I put on what I thought was a more charming outfit, went to wash my hair and get it styled, and hurried to his house.

Before noon, I arrived at his house. The door wasn't locked! I pushed it open, then locked it behind me. He was alone in the room, sitting on the bed, seemingly playing a computer game. My phone was next to the screen.

Grandma was probably at work, and the little guy was home alone. Seeing him sitting on the bed, I blushed at the memory of yesterday. I wanted to greet him, but my throat suddenly went dry, and I couldn't utter a single word. I could only timidly say,

"I'm here..." Standing beside him, he naturally reached out and put his arm around my waist, pulling me down to sit beside him. It turned out he was looking at some website advertisements for art supplies.

"What are you looking at?" I asked casually. "

Nothing much, just some art supplies ads," he replied casually. His hand naturally slipped under my shirt, reaching below my bra. I froze, then instinctively loosened my bra, looking up at his handsome, youthful face, letting him caress me as he pleased.

Oh! He cupped my entire left breast, gently lifting it, his fingers pinching my nipple. Ah! I felt a surge of strength, needing to lean on him to keep from collapsing.

He laid me down on the bed, relentlessly fondling my breasts and passionately kissing me. I absorbed his saliva, and he absorbed my saliva in return. My hair was disheveled, and I didn't care about my hairstyle anymore. We hugged each other, rolling around on the bed. Sometimes he was on top of me, sometimes I was on top of him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hard penis pressing against my underwear. I gripped his penis tightly through his pants. I

felt a dryness in my mouth, and a nameless desire and anxiety rose within me. My lust was intense, and I felt my whole body burning. My face must have been flushed and sweating. I rubbed my hot, sweaty face against his face, which had just started to show some soft stubble. My vestibular glands were bulging in my vagina, and I kept pulling his shorts down.

He pressed me down on the bed and once again lowered his head and whispered, "Do you really want this?"

My face flushed, my mouth was dry, and my whole body felt weak and limp. I gritted my teeth, nodded, and whispered, "Yes!" to encourage him. I lifted my hips, urging him to move on to the next step.

He hugged me tightly, kissed me, and stood up by the bed, completely naked. I admired his youthful, muscular physique; his erect penis, a boyish manhood, stood proudly amidst a tuft of dark hair, thick and long, its head like a snarling egg, particularly intimidating. Although I was a surgeon, I hadn't read any materials on this subject and wondered if my small opening could accommodate it.

He pulled down my underwear, spread my legs, and pressed against the entrance of my vagina. He checked again, nodding slightly. My heart pounded, and I was so nervous I didn't even saliva. I nodded slightly, gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and braced myself for the excruciating pain a woman experiences only once in a lifetime.

I felt him push open my labia majora and minora, probing the entrance. My whole body tensed, I gripped his arms, trembling slightly, incredibly nervous, my eyes tightly shut, bracing myself for this thunderous blow.

"Ah! ...You damned brat, what are you doing!" A thunderclap boomed, and my mother-in-law suddenly appeared beside the bed.

He froze, making a hasty retreat, and soon his penis went limp, everything back to zero.

I lay on the bed, caught off guard, frozen in the previous position, unable to move, bewildered, staring wide-eyed at my mother-in-law, unsure whether to protest or say something.

(II) Mother-in-law

, Ah Feng, you damned brat, you mess around with all sorts of women. Dr. Ji, such a kind person, gave you emergency treatment, pulled you back from the brink of death, and even gave you a blood transfusion to save you. Amitabha is truly a female Bodhisattva. Ah Feng, you heartless brat, even wanted to sleep with her, what a terrible thing to do. I'm glad I got home early today, but I don't know if you've gotten into any serious trouble, you naughty brat. May Heaven forgive you! May Heaven forgive you!

(Part Three) Ah Feng

Sister Ji seems to really like me; she's come to my house twice to express her feelings. Actually, she's so beautiful, and after seven years of university, she became a doctor. It's almost fate that she'd fall for a bad student like me who couldn't even finish high school.

Sister Ji is 28 years old, but she has a baby face and looks only 21 or 22, like a little girl. It's such a pity today. I was just about to seduce her when my mother-in-law appeared at the crucial moment. Her roar scared me so much that my erection went limp, and I faltered completely.

I haven't been to school for a week, and I'm not feeling well, both physically and mentally. Sister Ji's visit today reminded me that there are some things I need to go back to school to deal with. I need to go back now and take care of them myself.

(iv) Teacher Qiu

has not seen Tu from Class 2 Ren come to school for a whole week. If he takes another leave, he will fall behind in his studies and have to repeat the grade. I am really worried about him. Today I substituted for their Chinese class taught by Teacher Zhang. When I was teaching, I saw him sitting obediently in his chair listening to the lesson. I was so excited that I wanted him to hug me tightly and kiss me all I wanted. He also saw me unexpectedly.

Since he was sixteen and started high school at this school, in my math class, he's actually quite talented, and his watercolor painting skills aren't bad either. But he just can't keep up with math. He repeated a year in his first year, and then again in his second. If he fails math this semester, he'll have to repeat his second year for three years. But this kid is handsome, eloquent, quirky, and knows how to charm women. Last year, he kept boasting about his painting talent, and actually managed to persuade me to paint a portrait of a reclining nude woman in the style of Modigliani while my husband was away on business. For some reason, I agreed. After the painting was finished, this little devil slept with me. That's when I realized he was born with extraordinary talent. Before I met him, I felt like I'd wasted my thirty-nine years.

He likes to touch my buttocks and calls me "Big Butt." Whenever we meet, if he touches my buttocks or calls me "Big Butt," I get wildly aroused and can't control myself.

Seeing him sitting obediently in his seat listening to the lesson today filled me with joy. I repeatedly took my textbook and walked past his seat to observe him. My little darling had become quite thin and pale, which made me feel a bit sorry for him. I really wanted to cook a chicken to nourish him.

My husband hasn't been home this week, and we haven't had sex in a long time. I'm hoping to take my little darling to a nicer place for a night of fun.

Again, I took my textbook and walked past him. I saw a piece of paper spread out in front of him with the words "6 PM, Longshan Temple MRT Station" written in large pencil. I was overjoyed, as if I'd found a treasure. I nodded slightly, and he tore the paper up.

Class ended at 4:50, and by 5:10, I was home, changed, put on some light makeup to look younger, sprayed on some Chanel, looked in the mirror, and thought I looked around 30, not too old. The thought of spending the night with my lover made my uterus stir a little. To avoid getting my brand-new underwear dirty before even making love, I put on a panty liner.

I happily took the subway to Longshan Temple Station. Before I even exited, I saw his tall figure waiting for me at the ticket gate.

As usual, to avoid running into acquaintances, we didn't greet each other. He turned and walked towards Exit 1, and I silently followed him about ten meters behind.

We walked a long way and entered a coffee shop.

Why rush to drink coffee? We should have eaten first, or at least gone to make love first, and then come out to eat. Drinking coffee was a waste of money and time. Don't you know what "a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold" means?

We ordered two lattes and two slices of Boston pie, and chose two corner seats facing each other. He was silent for a long time before finally speaking to me:

"Teacher, I have a lover..." I thought it was some big news, nothing serious. I thought, "You have another woman, I already know. I'm not trying to have you all to myself." I said, "So?" "

You have a husband, we can't see each other like this anymore."

"I have a husband, you already knew. It was okay before, why can't we see each other now?" I protested.

"I feel guilty, I'm sorry to my husband, I need to deeply repent, let's not see each other again," he said.

"You're someone who never feels guilty. You must have a new woman and want to dump this old woman, right?" I got a little angry.

"Teacher Qiu, everything I said just now was from the bottom of my heart. Your fuss won't change anything. If our relationship becomes public, it won't benefit anyone. I'm just a delinquent; it's consensual, I don't care. But what about you and your husband? Can you survive in this environment? Even if you hide in your hometown of Pingtung, do you think the people there won't laugh at you? Teacher, let's break up peacefully." I thought for a long time and reluctantly nodded. I said,

"You're so cruel, I know, but I'm physically and mentally prepared today. Let's consider this our last meeting outside of school, okay? Feng, okay?...Okay?" I felt somewhat wronged and said, trembling. "

Add one more time today, another one tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, and so on, endlessly. Let's not do it today. See you at school tomorrow, dear Teacher Qiu, take care." He kissed my hand, stood up, and left.

He used to call me "Dear Teacher Qiu," but now he calls me "Respected Teacher Qiu." He used to kiss my breasts, but now he kisses my hands. I stood there stunned.

(V) Karaoke Sister Wang

hadn't seen Xiao Tu, the roc, for a long time. Today, Mrs. Cai, the chairman of XX Hotel, called specifically looking for him. It's already 5 PM, school should be over by now. I called him.

"This is Tu Yifeng, hello Sister Wang." It rang for a long time before he answered.

"Ah Feng, Mrs. Cai specifically asked for you. Are you free these afternoons?" I asked him.

"Someone bled me last week, it's all in the news. Didn't you read the newspaper?" he said.

"Oh, is that so? Are you dead or not? I don't have time to read the newspaper," I asked him loudly. He said,

"If I were dead, would I still answer your call? What bad luck! My lower part is broken, it's unusable." He said,

"It must be because you messed around with other women, and he had his men beat you up. You're broken?" "Really? You're kidding, right?" I said.

"It broke off more than halfway, the broken part was thrown away, it's unusable? Really," he said.

"You're lying, right? It's not true, is it? I don't believe you, you're kidding, right?" I said.

"It's not honorable, why would I lie to you?" he said firmly.

I thought for a moment and said, "Then give me back this iPhone, you'll never need it again," and he readily agreed.

4. Aunt Flo Arrives

(Part 1) Dr. Ji

reflected on himself, "I was just too eager to marry Xiao Tu, a bit too lustful. I wanted to achieve my goal by making it a fait accompli. I tried twice and failed. Thinking about this, I felt a little embarrassed. I need to change my strategy. I shouldn't try to achieve my goal of marriage by creating a fait accompli. I must use a slow and steady approach, like brewing tea over a slow fire, which is more likely to succeed. I need to change my strategy and use a method that caters to his preferences to achieve my goal."

That day, when I visited Xiao Tu's home, I saw some finished or unfinished paintings in his room, and I felt that he did have some talent for painting. That day, I also saw him looking at advertisements for art supplies online. When I got home, I also found that website and discovered that they were promoting imported French paper and imported British paints online, which were quite expensive. I know that he and his grandparents depend on each other and their family is poor. He is probably just looking at the pictures on the screen to quench his thirst, something he can only admire from afar.

This month, I received some bonuses from the emergency room. I originally planned to buy a new bag and a few pairs of shoes, but to please my nemesis, I ordered some drawing paper, a whole box of 27 watercolors, and a set of eight sable brushes online instead. I'll spend that money and bring it to him when I visit him tomorrow.

Today is a special day, so I want him to stay calm. I asked him to come back to my place with me after school so I could take a taxi to deliver these heavy art supplies to his house.

When he arrived, he was surprised to find that a chief physician from a major hospital lived in such a humble place, not much better than his own. I explained to him why I was so short of money and that I would be poor for at least another four or five years. But once my term as chief physician ended and I was promoted to attending physician, I could have outpatient appointments, my own patient base, and perform surgeries myself, which would increase my income and improve my current financial situation.

My home wasn't far from his school. I stood at the school gate, waiting for him to come out. I saw him with a worn-out backpack bearing the school's name, walking out with several classmates. He stood out like a crane among chickens, looking quite out of place. He clearly looked like an adult, while his classmates still looked like little kids. He looked at me, and I nodded slightly to him, turned right, and slowly walked towards my home. Glancing back slightly, I saw him following me slowly at a distance.

Our social status, age, and education were vastly different, and our relationship wasn't mature enough to be public, so we didn't want to be seen together. Therefore, I walked ahead, stopping and starting, while he lingered in the crowd a dozen or so meters away. Gradually, I reached my doorstep, went upstairs, opened the door, and left it slightly ajar, waiting for him to come in.

A short while later, Xiao Tu pushed the door open, glanced back, and closed the door. I asked him, "Did any neighbors see you?" "..." He shook his head.

"I'm not a bad person, why are you afraid of the neighbors seeing me?" he asked curiously.

"I'm a prostitute, for a single man to come looking for me, isn't that suspicious?" I said.

"Crazy! It's normal for men to look for women, nothing to be surprised about," he said.

He walked closer to me, put his backpack on the bed, put his arms around my waist, stood face to face and kissed me. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me as he pleased. I remembered Li Bai's poem, "Always trembling in his arms, it's hard for me to come out, let the lord pamper me as he pleases." I let him kiss my face and mouth, his hands on my chest, wantonly bullying me.

Gradually, he had a very hard penis pressing tightly against my crotch. I felt a rush of blood to my head, and my breathing became extremely difficult. He used his physical advantage to pull me onto the bed. I shook my head and whispered in his ear, "No! My period started today."

The situation changed drastically. He relaxed his advances, kissed me deeply for a while, and then let go.

"So, what did you want to see me about today?" he asked curiously.

"So, what did you want to see me about today?" he asked again

. "Why wouldn't I ask you to come if there wasn't something wrong?" I said with a smile.

"Of course you could, but you wouldn't ask me to come if there wasn't something wrong. What is it?"

I pulled a large cardboard box from under the table and placed it on the desk, letting him open it himself. He curiously opened the box, unwrapped the inner packaging, and was overjoyed. He couldn't help but hug me tightly

. "How did you know I was thinking about these things? You're amazing!" he exclaimed happily, spinning me around rapidly.

"Put me down, put me down, I'm dizzy, put me down!" I cried out.

He stopped spinning me around and put me down. I felt dizzy and unsteady, and fell to the ground, vomiting. He panicked and quickly knelt down, supporting me in his arms, anxiously patting my back, and taking out a handkerchief to wipe my mouth. Once I felt a little better, he carried me in his arms and laid me down on the bed. He poured a glass of water, grabbed a basin, sat up to rinse his mouth, and wiped his face with a cold towel, constantly apologizing.

After a while, I felt better and gently pursed my lips and nodded slightly to him to express my gratitude. Only then did he feel relieved.

I asked him to take the box of art supplies I had given him home in a taxi, telling him that I was going to his house for dinner that evening at my teacher's invitation. Xiao Tu kissed me and left with the box.

(II)

According to the hospital's personnel department, Director Chen of the Surgical Department learned that today is the 29th birthday of Dr. Ji Meiyu, the chief physician of the surgical ward. He knew she was an orphan whose only relative was her uncle. She had completed her studies with student loans and remained single. She was my student and held a certain degree of fear and respect for me.

After my wife, Xiuqing, passed away, I came home from work every day with only my two middle school children and the television for company, feeling quite lonely. Every day at the hospital, I saw Dr. Ji walking around me, seemingly unintentionally, gracefully, her every smile and gesture perhaps indicating her interest. However,

I am 59 years old this year, 30 years older than her. On the surface, it seems like an older man dating a younger woman, but in reality, my stamina is still at its peak. I can have sex once every one to two weeks without much stamina. Taking a Viagra pill beforehand allows me to last at least five to ten minutes each time, feeling quite vigorous.

To show my sincerity and let her know my financial situation, I celebrated her birthday at my own home. Our maid, Aunt Tu, prepared the meal; her culinary skills were superb, even more delicious and abundant than any catering chef.

I also prepared some red wine. If she felt embarrassed and stayed overnight after the meal, she could pretend to be drunk, fall onto my bed, and, if both of us were in love, consummate our relationship.

At 6:20 PM, the security guard downstairs notified me of a visitor's arrival. He was certain she was arriving at the perfect time and urged me to invite her in. I personally greeted her at the elevator. Soon the elevator arrived, and a beautiful woman, smiling sweetly, with bright eyes and white teeth, stepped out carrying a bouquet of flowers. My eyes lit up. Dr. Ji, whom I had always thought had a flat chest in the office, now appeared with a full bust and shapely hips, like a transformed young woman, a completely different person, with a captivating and alluring presence:

"Hello, teacher! Happy birthday! Wishing you good health. Thank you for inviting me. Am I late? Are the other colleagues here?" "

Please come in! Please come in! You're ten minutes early, very punctual, not late at all," I said, guiding her inside. She changed into slippers, which made her appear even more petite and delicate.

"Have the other colleagues arrived?" she asked, looking around in the living room, somewhat surprised to find no other guests.

Generally, first-time guests to my home will politely compliment its beauty and spaciousness. I'll then show them my large collection of wooden carvings and the layout of the house. After everyone's admiring the view, we'll sit down and get down to business. But this girl seemed a bit aesthetically challenged, completely ignoring all of that, only concerned with who else was there, which surprised me.

"There are no other guests. You're the only guest of honor today. Happy birthday!" "

Today isn't my birthday, my birthday is today according to the lunar calendar, teacher, I made a mistake." "

Oh, I only found out from your personnel file. I didn't know it was the lunar calendar. Whether it's right or wrong doesn't matter. Having dinner together is nice, let's just go with the flow. Happy birthday, Dr. Ji."

She handed me the bouquet, saying, "I thought you said it was a birthday dinner for your teacher's birthday, so I went to buy a bouquet." Her face flushed, and she looked incredibly shy in the soft light.

I told the maid, Tu, to start preparing the meal. I opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into a Manchester crystal glass. Beforehand, I sprinkled half a ground Zolpidem into her glass. After pouring the red wine over it, the colorless and odorless liquid reflected on her face, making her look charmingly shy. The wine and the beauty made me feel a little tipsy.

"Teacher, I don't drink alcohol, I can only have a little."

"Nonsense! What surgeon doesn't drink? Come on, cheers!" I thought, it's better if you don't drink. Today I'm going to get you drunk and then fuck you until you're rolling around on the bed. "

If you can't drink, you need to practice. Where will you get the energy to perform all-night surgeries? Come on! Drink this first. If you don't drink, I'll take a big gulp to show you." At this moment, the maid brought out the first course, a side dish to accompany the drinks: sliced sashimi. The maid also refilled two glasses of

wine and placed them in front of the two of them. "Come on! For the sake of your teacher, drink the wine in your glass without refilling. Come on! Please."

I downed half a glass of wine in one gulp, waved the bottom of my pouch at her to tell her that I didn't have any goldfish in it, and urged her to drink quickly.

She had no choice but to reluctantly drink the wine in her glass in several gulps:

"Teacher, I've finished this glass, I can't drink anymore."

"Okay, okay! Don't drink anymore, Aunt Tu!" "Let's serve more food," I said. "

I only need you to drink one glass. In less than half an hour, you'll be soundly asleep. When you wake up, you'll be mine. We can just say we were both drunk. Whether it was drunken indiscretion or mutual attraction, it's hard to say."

Not long after, she was already swaying and about to collapse. I went over and spoke to her gently, making sure she was starting to feel drowsy. Then I helped her to the master bedroom's large bed. I was overjoyed; this little girl had a very low alcohol tolerance—half a glass of red wine was enough to subdue her.

I tentatively kissed her fragrant lips. Ah, so tender, sweet, and smooth—a true delicacy.

I unbuttoned her blouse and saw a cheap front-clasp bra, covering her full 32C pink breasts, half of one breast exposed. Unbuttoning it, her breasts bounced out. I was incredibly excited. The two pink areolas were small, each with a tiny nipple, looking incredibly tempting. I couldn't resist leaning down and sucking on one. It danced on my tongue, making her moan incessantly, "Little brother! Oh, little brother!" "

You've got it wrong. I'm your teacher, your brother, your teacher brother, so beautiful."

I lifted her skirt, revealing a small, floral-patterned pair of panties underneath, seemingly menstrual panties. Pulling them down, I saw padding at the bottom, and menstrual blood stains. As a surgeon, I'm used to this. My blood rushed to my head, and my genitals became engorged. Ignoring the fact that she was menstruating, I tore open the panties, spread her legs, aimed at her vagina, and climbed on top of her.

Suddenly I yawned repeatedly, too sleepy to keep my eyes open, and my hands were too weak to support my upper body. What was wrong? Did I drink the wrong wine glass just now?

(III)

Yesterday, the maid, Mrs. Tu (the master), and Director Chen instructed me that a distinguished female guest would be coming to our house for dinner tonight. They asked me to arrange for the two young masters to stay at their maternal grandmother's house. They told me to prepare a sumptuous Chinese dinner and half a dozen bottles of French red wine. I knew that he was going to use drugs to seduce beautiful women again. Because he was rich, powerful, and a university professor, he usually succeeded, but it never lasted long. At most, it would last two or three months, and at least one or two weeks before they broke up. I wondered what kind of woman would be coming tonight.

In the evening, the guest arrived. Because I was busy in the kitchen, I didn't know who she was. It wasn't until my husband called me to serve the dishes that I realized that the guest was my grandson's new girlfriend, Dr. Ji. Seeing that my husband kept urging her to drink that glass of red wine, I knew that he had used the same trick again and drugged the wine. So, when he wasn't paying attention and was refilling the wine, I switched the two glasses of wine.

Who knew that Dr. Ji would collapse after just one sip from the wine glass that contained no medicine.

I quickly called Ah Feng to come and save her. Luckily, he lived nearby and arrived shortly after. In the bedroom, at the critical moment, the bedroom door suddenly burst open. Ah Feng, tall and strong yet young, rushed into the bedroom, saw the situation on the bed, ran to the bedside, and forcefully shook Dr. Ji awake. Ah Feng carried her, disheveled, out and hailed a taxi.

I stayed at my husband's house until after 3 a.m. My husband woke up and asked me when Ms. Ji had left. I told him that around 10:30 p.m., a young man came looking for my sister, woke her up, and carried her away. My husband went downstairs to check the security camera footage, and when he came back, he didn't say a word but told me to go home from work. It was almost dawn.

5. Notarized Marriage

(I)

The matchmaker, Tu Yifeng and Ji Meiyu, were destined by fate on the Three Lives Stone, a marriage preordained by heaven for seven lifetimes. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the boy was born a moment too late in heaven, making him nine years younger than the girl in the mortal world. Now that the time is ripe, I cannot help but descend to the mortal world to facilitate this marriage. I ride on auspicious clouds, a thousand strands of lucky energy, and with a thud, descend to the Taipei District Court.

(II)

Last night, at my husband's house where my mother-in-law works, Dr. Ji, who had been rescued from bed and was almost contaminated, was taken back to her home by taxi. She was drunk and unwell, and slept soundly. She woke up in the middle of the night and vomited on the bed. I had to strip her naked, soak all the soiled sheets, blankets, pillowcases, and clothes in soapy water, wash her, and then wrap her in a large towel so she could sleep peacefully.

I closed my eyes and lay beside her, when she turned over, one leg sticking out with a towel, revealing a paradise at the base of her legs, a wisp of dark forest, her breasts nestled between a small stream, the stream flowing gently. Such a beautiful sight before my eyes, how could I, a young man barely twenty, possibly sleep?

I reached out and secretly took a few licks, the dark forest rippling, the stream exploring beside it, the more I played, the more pleasure I felt, each wave stronger than the last, inevitably waking the beauty. She opened her beautiful eyes wide, carefully recalling what had happened last night.

(III)

Teacher Chen, Ji Meiyu, invited me to dinner. I remember he insisted I drink. The wine was sweet but strong. Usually, I can drink one or two glasses, but last night, for some reason, I quickly became drunk. Ah! ...

Ah! ... He carried me to bed.

Ah! ... On the bed, he took off my bra... Ah! ...

Ah! ... He played with my breasts on the bed, so comfortable...

Ah! ...He took off my period panties...

and then...what happened?...I don't remember, I don't remember if he took it, the precious thing I wanted to save for my beloved little brother Tu?...Heh...heh...heh.

Was it Teacher Chen touching my genitals again? I felt someone bullying me, I sat up abruptly, and found myself completely naked. I saw it was my little rascal bullying me. I looked around, and realized I was in my own home. I yelled at him:

"How dare you secretly take off my clothes, shameless!" "

You're the shameless one, going to someone else's house, getting drunk, an unmarried woman, sleeping naked in someone else's bed, shame on you!" Oh, I remember this part.

"Did he do anything to me?"

"How would I know if he did anything to you?"

"Then how did I get back?" "

He opened your packaging, saw it smelled bad, and threw it in a Taipei garbage truck. I happened to be passing by and picked it up as recyclables."

"I'm on my period, I don't smell bad. Don't joke around, please tell me what happened, I beg you."

"Okay, I'll tell you. Yesterday you went to Professor Chen's house for a banquet. My mother-in-law happens to work as a maid at Professor Chen's house. She saw that your master had drugged and gotten you drunk, so she quickly called me to come to his house. He took off your underwear and bra for you. I just carried you, wearing only your outer coat, into a taxi and took you home. You vomited all over the bed. I just used a wire brush to scrub this stinking drunkard clean like a dead pig. That's all."

"You used a wire brush to scrub me?" "

Your skin is so delicate, like silk, how could I bear to scrub you? I was just teasing you."

"Where are my clothes?" "..." I pointed to the basin of clothes soaking in soapy water on the floor.

"How am I going to face Director Chen at the hospital tomorrow?"

"Tell him I took a picture with my phone of him taking off your underwear, then he won't dare to be so arrogant."

"Really? Did you take a picture? Let me see."

"Back then, things were chaotic, there wasn't time to take pictures, just to scare him."

"Okay, let's continue!" I said.

He asked me stupidly, "Continue what?" I spat at him and rolled my eyes at him.

He understood

(Part 3) Tu Yifeng

I knew that after this incident, she had decided to give herself to me today. I saw her smiling charmingly, looking at me with a thousand kinds of charm, and I knew she was aroused. I wanted her too. Today, today, I was going to sleep with her. The last two times I touched her genitals, they were flat like a child's, and I didn't notice any protrusion. Today, her genitals were obviously mature, and her two labia minora had secretly peeked out, sticking out of her labia majora. Ah, the charming Sister Ji.

I shamelessly caressed her silky smooth skin, inhaled the fragrance of her soft, thick hair, kissed her sweet, tender lips, gently bit her delicate nipples, stroked her sparse pubic hair, and wantonly flicked her barely exposed labia minora, rubbing against the entrance of her vagina between her breasts and her vulva.

She went limp, moaning softly, her body trembling slightly, her hands gripping me tightly like a drowning child, her whole body relaxed, allowing me to take my pleasure.

At this moment, my erection was roused, hard as iron, repeatedly knocking at the entrance. She grew impatient, frequently lifting her hips in invitation. I felt her juices flowing freely, her starry eyes half-open, her teeth biting her lip, a smile spreading across her face, lust rising. Taking advantage of the moment, I thrust my hips down hard, penetrating her all the way in.

"Ah…!" "!" She frowned, let out a scream, and clung tightly to me with both hands, her legs encircling me, her buttocks pressing desperately against my abdomen to prevent me from moving.

I looked down at her; her hair was disheveled, her eyes were filled with tears, her lips were slightly parted, and her teeth were clenched. She didn't make a sound; her breathing stopped, and her whole body froze. After a long, long time, she finally let out a soft cry and said,

"Oh, it hurts!" Then she relaxed completely and lay back on the bed in a starfish position.

"Although there was enough lubrication in her vagina, making penetration not difficult, my trunk was too thick, and her vagina was too narrow since it was her first time opening. Every time I penetrated, she cried out in pain. When I pulled out, her vagina gripped my trunk tightly, often pulling her vagina out an inch. It was quite difficult. She frowned, gritted her teeth, and groaned in pain. I could only patiently slow down my movements, slowly going in and out."

Five or six minutes later, she gradually relaxed her brows, stopped crying out in pain, her eyes became hazy, and she was slightly panting. Her brows were no longer as tense as before. I leaned down and gently kissed her fragrant tongue. She made a series of moans that I will never forget, a sound that would ravage my soul. She opened her arms and wrapped them around me. I knew the time had come. I roughly forced my way in and out, and began a series of wild thrusts. Our bodies slapped and pounded against each other, and the wet sounds from below were obscene. Her eyes were hazy; I didn't know if she was seeing me dazed or I was seeing her dazed.

(IV) Ji Meiyu

entered me and broke through me. I was mentally prepared. As a surgeon, I knew that a girl's first time would be very painful, but I didn't know it would be this painful. He was very reckless. Without saying a word, such a thick thing was inserted into me all at once. It hurt so much that I gritted my teeth and cried out, "Wow!" I let out a loud cry, but I managed to endure it. Then his hard, elephant-trunk-like member surged into my forbidden zone, rubbing against my private parts. Slowly, waves of pleasure rose from my lower abdomen and flowed throughout my body. My anus was itchy, and with each thrust, I felt a wave of comfort. I couldn't help but let out humming moans and soft, joyful gasps.

With each forceful thrust, I felt him deliberately attacking the bottom of my vagina, my forbidden zone, a place never before touched. It was sore and numb, yet also filled with an unprecedented pleasure, like an electric current coursing through my body. I had forgotten the pain from before. I lifted my hips to meet each of my little rascal's downward thrusts. His speed increased, and the force of his thrusts grew stronger. I met his thrusts with increasing strength. Soon, he was covered in sweat, which dripped onto my face and into my eyes. It was hot and painful. He grabbed a pillowcase and wiped his face haphazardly, and he also wiped my face. Soon, he went faster and faster. I felt my uterus cheering, my ovaries throbbing, my estrogen surging, my vestibular glands releasing a torrent of fluid. My vagina was full of lubricant, and he felt increasingly slippery, thrusting in and out rapidly. My vagina is 17.5 centimeters long, and his "elephant trunk" is over 20 centimeters, yet he was completely inside me, almost piercing me. We were both covered in sweat, slippery to the touch, panting heavily, almost unable to breathe.

Suddenly, he stopped, panting heavily. I felt him inside me,

ejaculating a lot of hot semen with "plop! plop! plop!" sounds.

I held him tightly, and we became one. We both dozed off.

Examining the sheets, there were bloodstains, like visiting plum blossoms in the snow, as we rested in each other's arms.

(V) Tu Yifeng and Ji Meiyu

, a young couple, were playful, competitive, and physically active. Before dawn, they made love twice. Since yesterday was Yifeng's 20th birthday, and Meiyu had to return to her ward for her shift as the chief physician, they decided to go to the district court in the morning to have their marriage notarized.

The two arrived at the Taipei District Court Notary Office at 8:59 a.m., before the office opened. After waiting for a minute, they bought the forms, paid the fees, and verified their identities. After the notary read the marriage certificate, they discovered that one witness was missing. According to the law, a notarized marriage must have a third party to be valid, but such a third party was missing. The notary office staff, being civil servants, could not overstep their bounds. Just as they were at a loss, they saw an elderly worker from out of town installing telephone lines with a bundle of wires, about to start work. Meiyu went up to him and sweetly asked,

"Uncle, are you a court employee?" "

I'm not an employee here, what can I do for you?" "

Could you please be our temporary witness and sign your name on our notarized marriage certificate?" "

Sure, no problem. Where should I sign?"

Meiyu led him to the marriage certificate on the notary's table, pointing to the blank space.

"Uncle, please sign here." She handed him a pen. The old man gave Meiyu a bundle of red telephone wire, but Meiyu thought it was too heavy, so she gave half of it to Yifeng. The old worker took the pen and carefully signed his name on the marriage certificate, put down the pen, and left, leaving the two of them with the bundle of red telephone wire.

Back home, upon closer inspection, the old worker's signature was very messy; upon closer examination, it seemed to be the four characters "月下老老" (the Old Man Under the Moon).

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