The Ugly Man's Romantic Adventures (Full Text)

Foreword:
"The Great Ugly's Romantic Adventures" is a novel I personally enjoy. I suddenly felt like rereading it these past few days, so I searched the forum and found that it had already been posted by user "a门琅" on June 7, 2008. However, after reading it, I found only the first two chapters, which was a little disappointing. So, I put in some effort (basically, I found it) to find the complete novel and am recommending it to everyone. If there are any violations, please delete it, moderator.
I just posted it. This novel has 1 million words, but the posting limit is 50,000 words, so I can only upload 50,000 words for now.
Full Text
: "The Great Ugly's Romantic Adventures" by Jiangnan Kuku Sheng +
Character Introductions:
Niu Da Chou: His fate changed after winning the lottery, leading him to embark on a path of entrepreneurship and womanizing.
Lin Xiaoya: Da Chou's neighbor, a college beauty, and Da Chou's first woman.
Tie Chunhan: Known as "Iron Fairy," she is Da Chou's dream lover and the object of many men's affections.
Li Qianhui: The daughter-in-law of a high-ranking official, a famous beauty, and Da Chou's intimate lover.
Yang Xiaojun: Da Chou's colleague at the clothing market, known as "The Strong Rose".
Tang Xiaocong: A female college student, Da Chou's tenant. She has an oval face, slightly dark skin, and pretty eyes and eyebrows. Jin
Yujiao: A leader's mistress, having an affair with Da Chou.
Yang Shuihua: Chunhan's cousin-in-law, a mature woman.
Xiaoju: Da Chou's ex-girlfriend.
Ye Rulian: Da Chou's "school beauty" during his student days, now working at the Industry and Commerce Bureau.
Class beauty: Works at a bank, a married woman. Wu Yingli.
Guan Jinxiu: A kidnapped woman, from Hebei.
Li Tiecheng: A wealthy man from the provincial capital, whom Da Chou once saved.
Li Jiaju: Li Tiecheng's son.
Zhao Baogui: Xiaocong's fellow villager, a college student. (I) Winning the lottery,
Niu Da Chou, from a small town outside the pass, is an orphan, a bachelor, and makes a living by riding a "backward donkey".
He lived in two brick houses. Every night after finishing his work, he would buy some side dishes to go home with his drinks. Da Gang
, who lived in the backyard, was his drinking buddy. When they drank, Da Chou would often burst into tears and pour out his troubles to his drinking buddy. Da Chou's real name was Da You. When he was a child, he got into a fight and someone scratched his face with a piece of porcelain. Afterward, a long scar remained on his left cheek, so people called him Da Chou (Big Ugly). To be fair, if he didn't have the scar, he would at least be considered average-looking.
Because of his ugliness, girls in elementary school didn't want to sit at the same table as him. In junior high, he wrote a love letter to the class beauty, but she tore it up in front of him, snorted, and walked away with her chest puffed out and her hips swaying. In high school, he mustered up his courage and confessed his love to the school beauty. She looked him up and down and calmly said, "Maybe in your next life."
Before the college entrance exam, he studied day and night, determined to prove himself. His studies were top-notch; he ranked third in the entire grade. Unexpectedly, his father, his only family, fell from a height while working on a construction site and died shortly after being hospitalized. This devastating blow caused him to fail his college entrance exams. He even considered climbing to the top of the tallest building in town and jumping off like a hero.
After that, he started cycling. The thought of a high school graduate like himself, now cycling like a roughneck, made him feel terrible, but over time, he got used to it.
Soon after he started cycling, he met Xiaoju, a vegetable vendor. They spent more time together and fell in love. However, their happiness was short-lived. Xiaoju was unfaithful; the other man was much better off and more handsome than Da Chou.
What could Da Chou do to compete? He could only hide at home, drinking and weeping. From then on, he dared not think about women anymore. He went about his life as usual: cycling, drinking, chatting with friends—these constituted the main content of his life. Of course, there was also buying lottery tickets, his only dream, which he had been pursuing for several years.
One afternoon, while taking a nap, he dreamt of a set of lottery numbers. Upon waking, he remembered them and, while going to work, bought a lottery ticket and filled in the numbers from his dream. When he checked the results, he was astonished to find he had won the top prize. "
Was this a dream?" he wondered, rubbing his eyes. Yes, he felt dizzy and almost collapsed. Instead of screaming, he rushed home, slammed the door shut, and cried and laughed for a while before calming down.
The rest was relatively easy. He took his ID card, went to the provincial capital, withdrew the cash, and deposited it in a local bank, keeping only a small amount for himself—only 500,000 yuan.
He returned home, but unlike some who become nouveau riche and flaunt their wealth, he remained low-key and continued his normal life, riding his bicycle as usual, everything seemingly normal, while he plotted his next move.

Soon, he had a clear vision for his future: he wanted to go out and make his way in the world. The outside world was exciting—luxury cars, fine wine, and beautiful women. Now that he had money, he should enjoy it to the fullest.
That evening, he sat in his chair, lost in thought. He decided to find a woman to quench his thirst, but who should he choose? He couldn't go to a prostitute; he'd be taken advantage of. Poor Da Chou, he was already thirty and had never seen a woman's vagina. Since it was his first time, he needed to find a virgin. But finding a virgin was easier said than done; many people said that finding a virgin these days required going to kindergarten.
Lost in these thoughts, the door opened, and Xiao Ya entered. Xiao Ya was Da Gang's younger sister, a university student in the provincial capital.
Among the young women Da Chou knew, very few gave him a second glance, but Xiao Ya was different. Every time she came home, she would visit Da Chou, helping him cook and do laundry. Her family was originally well-off, but her father had died last year, and her mother's income alone was barely enough to support her schooling. Furthermore, Da Gang's job had gone out of business.
Therefore, Xiao Ya's school fees had become a problem. She had barely gotten through the last semester, and this semester was approaching again. With the start of the new semester fast approaching, Xiao Ya and her mother had borrowed money everywhere, but they were still far from enough.
"Xiaoya, sit down quickly. You look so worried. What's wrong? Tell me, I'll help you."
"Brother Da Chou, I'm not going to university anymore." Xiaoya held back her tears.
"Nonsense, you finally got in, how can you not continue?"
"It's not that I don't want to study, it's that I can't afford it. I'm practically selling myself." Xiaoya burst into tears.
"How much more money do you need?" Da Chou asked calmly. "More than three thousand. Even if everything goes smoothly this year, how will you pay for tuition in the future?"
"How much will it cost to complete the entire course?"
"More than ten thousand." Xiaoya sobbed.
"I have twenty thousand here, take it all." Da Chou looked at her and said firmly.
"No, that's what your father left you. You still need to get married."
"Get married? What wife? In my current state, who would marry me?" Da Chou said indifferently.
"Brother Da Chou, you lent me all the money, how can I thank you?"
"That's easy, how about you repay me with your body?" Da Chou teased her with a smile.
Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, hugged him tightly, and said softly, "Big Ugly Brother, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me."
"It's not because of my money that you're saying this."
"No, I've liked you for a long time, you're like a big, clumsy ox." Big Ugly Brother hugged her tightly, moved.
He raised his head and pressed his lips to the beautiful girl's fragrant lips, licking and rubbing them. The girl, being inexperienced, didn't know what to do.
Da Chou wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down to grab, knead, and pat her full buttocks. The girl's breathing became heavy, and she instinctively twisted her waist, trying to escape his hands, but this only aroused Da Chou more.
Da Chou stuck his tongue into her mouth, and as soon as the girl opened her teeth, his fragrant tongue was sucked and smacked, which rapidly increased their desire. Da Chou then reached for the girl's breasts, caressing them through her clothes—firm, soft, and incredibly elastic.
It was wonderful, a beautiful feeling. Da Chou lifted her clothes and unhooked her white bra. The girl tried to stop him, but it was no use.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of perky, snow-white, round breasts were revealed, the pink nipples more alluring than cherries, driving Da Chou wild. He used both hands, grasping and pinching it, teasing the nipples, enjoying himself immensely. The girl was also enjoying herself, moaning with pleasure.
Soon, Da Chou lowered his head, using his mouth to caress the nipples, kneading one, sucking on the other, then switching.
The girl blushed, her eyes half-closed, occasionally uttering, "Ah...ah...no...Big Brother Da Chou...you're so naughty..."
Da Chou was brimming with confidence, a far cry from his usual unlucky self. Watching videos was nothing compared to this; heaven had finally been kind, sending such a beautiful little sister for him to play with. A pretty girl is great; one look and he was hard.
Da Chou slipped his hand inside the girl's pants, groping for her secret place, reaching her tight panties. The grass was thick and slippery. Hidden within the grass was a hot spring, wetting Da Chou's hand.
What was it like there? He wondered, and thinking this, he carried Xiaoya to the bed, then began to strip her naked from head to toe. Xiaoya was too ashamed to open her eyes. Da Chou stripped himself naked as well, and, full of lust, lay down beside her.

He whispered in the girl's ear, "Do you want it?"
"Yes. "
"Want what?"
"I want..."
"Say it?" she whispered in her ear, "I want your thing."
"What's it called?"
"A big cock."
Da Chou laughed, "Sis wants a big cock, so I'll give it to you." Saying this, he parted the girl's thighs, examining her closely. He saw curly pubic hair below her abdomen, and beneath it, a slit was faintly visible.
Da Chou parted the pubic hair; the slit was bright red, delicate, slightly parted, and drooling. Touching it with his finger, the drool increased.
The girl cried out, "Brother Da Chou...don't touch it...I can't take it..."
Da Chou withdrew his hand, but instead brought his mouth to hers, pouring all his passion onto the girl's vulva, his snake-like tongue meticulously searching inside and outside. After a while, still not satisfied, he knelt down, grabbed the girl's white buttocks, and positioned her lower body facing upwards, her entrance wide open. Then, his tongue went up again, sucking her labia and licking her anus.
The girl was driven to the brink of ecstasy, crying out, "Big Ugly Brother...don't...torture me anymore, hurry...
come on..."
Big Ugly stopped: "Come on what?"
"Come fuck me."
Hearing this, Big Ugly finally let her go, got into position, and, with his large penis erect, aimed at her mysterious place, pushing it in. Being a virgin, the girl cried out in pain as soon as his head entered.
Big Ugly played with her breasts with both hands, kissed the girl's lips, and said, "Little sister, bear with it, it'll be over soon."
The girl nodded. Big Ugly pulled his penis out, rubbed it outside the opening for a while, and then re-entered. Feeling something blocking the way, he thrust in hard, his large penis going all the way in, while tears streamed down the girl's face.
Da Chou stopped, tenderly licking away every drop. After a long while, feeling she was slightly better, he slowly began to move. Seeing the girl's furrowed brows gradually relax, he understood and quickened his pace. Under his movements, the girl began to sing a sweet and joyful song. Da Chou wasn't stupid; he was secretly delighted. Finally, a girl had been conquered by him, and he was extremely proud.
The sensation of penetration was indeed indescribable. The small hole tightly enveloped his large penis, and the friction brought frequent pleasure. It was warm, wet, and slippery inside, and every movement made him itch. If he hadn't been holding back, he would have already ejaculated. He couldn't ejaculate; he couldn't bear to part with the ecstasy of intercourse, and he didn't want to let go of this beautiful body. He thrust, thrusting rapidly. At the first sign of ejaculation, he slowed down, then sped up again after the initial tension.
This frenzy made the girl cry out in ecstasy, finally reaching orgasm with a loud shout, a gush of fluid pouring onto his penis.
He mustered his strength and thrust over a hundred more times before finally sending his virgin semen into her little hole. The girl couldn't help but moan, "It's so hot."
Da Chou seized the opportunity to ask, "Was it good, brother?"
"Excellent. Sister really wants to be with brother like this every day," the girl murmured dreamily.
Da Chou held her close, enjoying the warmth after the storm. The girl, newly deflowered, looked truly captivating. Her bright eyes were half-open, shyly gazing at him. When she saw him looking at her, she quickly looked away. After a
long while, the girl struggled to get up to go home. After they dressed, the girl threw herself into Da Chou's arms again, saying sweetly, "If brother is willing, I'll come back and be your wife after I graduate."
"Sister, I like you too. I want to marry you, but I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you."
"Don't say that. I'm willing to follow you. However, if you meet a good girl before I graduate, I won't hold you back."
Da Chou was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.
Da Chou escorted Xiao Ya to her door before leaving. "A golden carp is no ordinary fish! Tomorrow I'll take flight; I'll be a dragon!"
(II)
After breakfast at the bathhouse and a short rest, Da Chou went to the bank to withdraw the 20,000 yuan he had painstakingly saved over the years.
In the past, holding 20,000 yuan would have made his heart race with nervousness, but now he was much calmer. He personally delivered the money to Xiao Ya's house, and Xiao Ya's mother was so grateful she was speechless.
Xiao Ya didn't say much, but gazed at him tenderly with her bright eyes.
Taking advantage of Xiao Ya's mother going to the outer room to get him some water, Da Chou gave Xiao Ya a wicked smile and made a suggestive gesture, making Xiao Ya blush. She glared at him reproachfully and turned away.
She knew he was thinking about the pleasure of the previous night. Remembering her own experience, a flame of desire rose within her. It was so shameful, yet also so exciting and exhilarating. No wonder girls were so eager to get married; the secret was here.
After leaving Xiaoya's house, Xiaoya saw him to the door.
Da Chou turned back and asked, "When are you leaving, little sister?"
"Tomorrow."
Da Chou looked at her and said, "Take good care of yourself."
"You too, wait for me to come back and be with you. Also, write to me when you have time."
Da Chou nodded.
Xiaoya said, "I'll miss you." Saying this, she smiled sweetly at him.
Da Chou laughed, "I'll miss you even more down there."
Xiao Ya snorted, turned and walked away, but after a couple of steps she suddenly turned back, laughing and cursing, "You bad guy, I hate you so much!"
Looking at her retreating figure, Da Chou suddenly felt like a happy person. Comparing his past and present, it was as if he had flown from hell to heaven. Life is truly unpredictable!
Da Chou pedaled his bike for a few more days. Then, he started selling his house and belongings, even his donkey, which he relied on for survival. He declared to the world that he was going to the city to work, to make his way in the world, and he would never come back until he had made something of himself.
This act greatly impressed his colleagues, who praised him for his decisiveness and manly spirit. Meanwhile, the elderly neighbors whispered, "That spendthrift, he doesn't live a proper life, he's got no sense of propriety. Just wait and see, he'll be back with his tail between his legs in a few days."
These poor friends pooled their money to prepare a farewell meal for Da Chou at a small eatery. Although the food wasn't fancy and the wine wasn't expensive, Da Chou was in high spirits, eating and drinking just as much as everyone else. This pure friendship and deep human warmth brought tears to Da Chou's eyes. That night, he got drunk, and his friends took him home.
Before leaving, he went to Xiao Ya's house again and gave her all the unsold items he had.
Xiao Ya's mother said, "If things aren't going well there, come back quickly, there's no need to force yourself." She also told him to visit Xiao Ya when he had time.
Da Chou asked for her address before saying goodbye.
He consulted the calendar, chose a date, and set off.
On a sunny morning, a minibus carrying Da Chou and his dreams sped towards the provincial capital. He sat by the window, clutching his newly bought handbag—a 25,000 yuan bag he'd acquired for twenty yuan—containing all his savings.
He felt this was the only money truly his, while the other 500,000 yuan, for safety, was deposited in the bank. This money was like a flower in water, a moon in a mirror, not very real. Da Chou felt that it might grow wings and fly away any day, and he wouldn't regret it, since he'd earned it all himself.
Four hours later, the bus entered the outskirts of the provincial capital. Da Chou glanced out the window; this area wasn't much better than his hometown, just with more buildings and wider roads. The roads were riddled with potholes, big and small. Pedestrians could walk, but when large vehicles passed, the bus swayed from side to side, especially those loaded high with cargo, making one worry it might overturn at any moment.
At the Sankeshu station, Da Chou got off the bus, feeling like he'd been released from prison.
His backside ached from sitting all the way, so he stretched as he stood on the ground in the provincial capital. It was midday, the sun was blazing, and his clothes were no match for the heat. He wiped the sweat from his face.
A few men and women approached from the opposite direction, asking the disembarking passengers if they had any lodgings. Their attitude and aggressive manner were practically threatening. Da Chou didn't want to deal with them and hurried forward. He remembered a small eatery not far ahead, not a proper building, but a makeshift stall with four steel pillars supporting a canopy, completely open to the elements. His stomach was rumbling.
Sure enough, the canopy was still there, and the same dark-skinned woman was still running it. He went in, sat down, ordered a bowl of cold noodles and four steamed buns, and then started looking around. His last trip had been a waste; he'd come and gone quickly. He hadn't seen any of the famous sights or skyscrapers, and he hadn't even had a chance to properly observe the women of the provincial capital.
Last time, he was so nervous, his heart was in his throat, always afraid someone would stab him. Today was different; he was very calm.
Da Chou looked outside, paying particular attention to young women. The provincial capital was famous nationwide for its "dressing." He didn't know what the word meant—was it fashionable and expensive, or cleverly revealing?
A girl walked by, wearing a red bellyband, her shoulders exposed, very individualistic.
Da Chou had never seen anyone dressed like that in his hometown, so he glanced at her a few more times. After the girl passed, she turned her back to him.
Da Chou was surprised to find that her back was completely naked, smooth, and gleaming with a healthy, slightly dark sheen in the sunlight. However, from that back, Da Chou couldn't help but think of other things. His gaze slid down to her buttocks.
At this moment, another woman walked by, blocking Da Chou's view. Da Chou had no choice but to look at her. She had a slender figure, wearing a very short skirt; indeed, very short, down to her upper thighs; her legs were covered in stockings, with nice lines. Unexpectedly, the young woman's small bag fell to the ground. As she bent down to pick it up, her skirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of
her cleavage. Da Chou had a perfect angle and got a full view.
Underneath her skirt was a plump, round bottom, white and perfect, with a deep cleft. Da Chou initially thought she wasn't wearing underwear, but upon closer inspection, he discovered she was indeed wearing a strip of fabric. This sight suddenly ignited a fire within Da Chou; his manhood hardened, almost bursting through his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and "take her."
Suddenly, the proprietress placed the noodles in front of him with a thud, bringing him back to his senses.
The proprietress, seeing his foolish expression, couldn't help but laugh. Da Chou, embarrassed, lowered his head and ate heartily. After finishing, he was covered in sweat, his clothes clinging to his body, making him very uncomfortable. He paid the bill and asked if there was a bathhouse nearby.
The proprietress replied, "Of course there is. Go west past five intersections, turn left, and there's one inside."
Da Chou thanked her.
The proprietress said again, "Young man, that's a good place. But you need money. If you don't, you'd better behave yourself. If you don't, you'll get into trouble." She then smiled, a mysterious and ambiguous smile.
Da Chou didn't understand and didn't ask any more questions, just grabbed his bag and left.
Following the directions, Da Chou wiped his sweat several times before reaching his destination, his sleeves stained black. He looked up at the bathhouse; the storefront was quite large, the decor average, so he figured it wouldn't be too expensive, but he hesitated for a long time before finally pushing open the door.
He asked the attendant how much the cheapest bath was, and the attendant said, "Our prices are all the same here." He then led him to a private room.
The private room was indeed quite large, easily 30 square meters, with a shower, a tub, and a steam room. There were also various bathing supplies, and new pajamas hung on the wall. There was also a large, soft bed against the wall.
Da Chou soaked first, then showered, and then lay naked on the bed to rest, feeling completely comfortable. Before he knew it, he was going to sleep. Not wanting anyone to knock on the door, Da Chou asked, "Who is it?"
A woman outside replied, "Please open the door, sir. I'm a masseuse."
Da Chou had never experienced a massage before and wanted to try it. So, he put on his pajamas and opened the door.
A girl wrapped in a bath towel walked in. She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a good figure. She was pretty, with a charming smile, a seductive allure.
As instructed by the woman, Da Chou first lay face down, and the woman straddled him, pinching his head, choking his neck, and patting his back. It was actually quite comfortable.
When she placed her hand on Da Chou's buttocks, it felt like an electric shock, making Da Chou's desire rise, and his penis became hard again. He was suffering under her weight. He just had to bear it; it would probably get better soon.
After a while, Da Chou lay flat on his back. This time, the woman only glanced at other parts of his body, but she paid special attention to his penis. She grabbed his penis through his pajamas, and it revealed its lecherous nature, hard as iron, rising again even when he was pressed down. The woman skillfully rubbed and caressed him, igniting a burning desire within Da Chou.
He struggled to control himself, thinking, "I can't do anything reckless here."
Not content with the status quo, the woman reached in from below, directly touching his penis. Flesh against flesh, Da Chou panted heavily, thinking, "If this keeps up, I'll have no choice but to commit a crime."
The woman laughed, "It's hot, take your clothes off." Without further ado, she unbuttoned Da Chou's clothes.
Soon, Da Chou was naked. The woman looked him over; though his appearance wasn't exactly flattering, his body was quite strong, especially his penis, which was thick and long, standing tall like a flagpole; the veins bulged, and the glans was bigger than a ping-pong ball.
The woman had seen countless men, but such a treasure was rare. The more she looked, the more she loved it, wanting to study it properly. So she straddled Da Chou, repeatedly stroking, rubbing, pulling, and spreading it, until a large drop of fluid oozed from his penis.
Da Chou felt so good he wanted to cry out, but because the woman was kneeling and leaning forward, her buttocks were sticking up high. This wasn't unusual; what was unusual was that Da Chou discovered her insides were completely bare. Her white buttocks, tight anus, and hairy little hole were like a beautiful sight before his eyes.
Da Chou swallowed hard, quickly reaching over to touch her buttocks. They weren't large, but very elastic. Parting the pubic hair, her labia were revealed. Her vulva was contracting and expanding with the woman's breath, and a few drops of fluid had already flowed out.
Da Chou pinched her clitoris with his fingers, and the woman moaned, "Brother...please...don't touch it...it's so itchy..."
Hearing this, Da Chou's interest grew even stronger. He used his other hand to help, inserting two fingers into her little hole and moving them around. With both hands working simultaneously, the woman's cries grew louder. Suddenly, she bent down and took his penis into her mouth, licking and sucking it endlessly.
Da Chou, experiencing oral sex for the first time, exclaimed with pleasure, "So comfortable! So good!" He intensified his work with his hands.
Just as Da Chou was about to lose control, he flipped the woman over, pinned her down, aimed his large penis at her wet little hole, and thrust it in hard
. The woman cried out in satisfaction, "Good, good~~~" and raised her limbs to wrap around Da Chou's body. Da Chou roused himself and thrust into her little hole with a splashing sound, her vaginal fluids flowing incessantly.
The woman responded enthusiastically, twisting her buttocks and thrusting her lower body, crying out, "Big cock...
brother... you... are really good... you've made my... little hole... all ripped... harder... thrust...
thrust... thrust me to death..."
As Da Chou thrust hard, he squeezed her not-so-large breasts, saying, "You cunt... not bad...
tight... gripping my cock... feels so good... you want to die... okay... brother will satisfy you today...
let you die enough..."
The woman sang, her voice very loud.
After a while, Da Chou told the woman to change positions. She rolled over, sticking her buttocks up. Da Chou raised his large penis, without even lifting it, and wiggled it a few times between her buttocks before, as if guided, thrusting it all the way in with a hiss. He slapped her buttocks with both hands, and his penis moved faster, so fast it was dizzying. The woman's screams echoed throughout the room, and she uttered all sorts of vulgarities.
Da Chou was very pleased with himself. He grabbed her breasts and buttocks, and used his index finger to poke her anus. The woman instinctively contracted. Da Chou then moistened his finger with some vaginal fluid and inserted it. The woman cried out in pain.
For some reason, as Da Chou watched his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, he suddenly remembered another vagina, a pure and beautiful one that only he had ever visited. After so many days, it must be even more alluring now.
In this moment of distraction, he climaxed, and streams of warm semen shot into the woman's cunt like bullets.
(III) After
a short rest, Da Chou dressed and went out. It was a dangerous place, and he wanted to leave quickly.
He calculated the bill: three hundred yuan. That three hundred yuan would have been enough for half a month's earnings while he was pedaling his rickshaw—he didn't know how many passengers he would have carried or how much sweat he would have shed. Therefore, he felt a slight pang of pain when paying.
As he left, the woman gave him a flirtatious wink and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, come again sometime."
Da Chou didn't reply and quickly left.
Once on the street, he strode quickly until he could no longer see the bathhouse. Only then did he feel safe. If the police caught him, he'd be in deep trouble.
He needed to find a hotel. Da Chou inquired about prices at each place. The cheapest was fifteen yuan for a four-person room; a single room was thirty yuan. Da Chou hesitated for a moment, then chose the cheapest single room. He went inside, closed the door, and began to think about tomorrow. He decided to look around first.
That evening, he bought two boxed lunches nearby. As soon as it got dark, he lay down. In the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door, asking if he needed a prostitute.
Da Chou opened the door halfway and saw a woman in her mid-thirties, pretty and dressed provocatively.
Da Chou wanted to let her in, but thinking safety first, he closed the door again. He was unfamiliar with the area and didn't want to fall into a trap; being extorted wasn't worth it. The
next morning, he went to a street stall and ordered two bowls of soy milk and half a pound of fried dough sticks, eating until his mouth was shiny with oil. After wiping his mouth, he got on the bus and headed to Qiulin.
This time, he was much more careful with the bus. Last time, he'd boarded the wrong bus, and when the conductor asked him, he realized he'd been on the wrong bus, drawing mocking looks from everyone on the bus. This time, he carefully checked the route sign before boarding.
When he arrived at "Qiulin," he got off. Looking at "Qiulin," he saw it was across a wide road, with iron railings on both sides; he had to use an underpass to cross. As he descended the passageway, he carefully glanced at the famous shopping mall. It wasn't tall, a long, green building, with the two golden characters "Qiulin" standing out prominently in the sunlight.
He carefully positioned himself in the direction of "Qiulin" before stepping down the passageway.
But when he came back up, it wasn't "Qiulin" anymore; "Qiulin" had moved to the right across the passage. He had no choice but to turn around and go down the passageway again. After this ordeal twice more, he finally arrived at the entrance of "Qiulin."
The sidewalk in front of the entrance was teeming with pedestrians, a sea of heads; it seemed that family planning was truly necessary.
In the open space, there were beggars; some sat on the ground wrapped in cotton coats, with a piece of cloth in front of them bearing a tragic story; there were also children, their upper bodies bare and dark, kneeling on the hard paving stones, heads bowed, faces full of sorrow, a teacup in front of them. Many kind and compassionate people were there, occasionally throwing money at them.
Da Chou didn't join the fun; he had heard there were many swindlers these days, dressed in various disguises to cheat people out of money.
Da Chou wandered around Qiulin Park carefully, but he didn't remember much about the layout or the merchandise. The only thing he remembered was that there were countless beautiful young women among the waitresses, which made him incredibly aroused, and he had probably sexually assaulted countless men with his gaze.
He had no destination, wandering aimlessly like a headless fly. On a small Jiefang truck, there was a poster advertising a martial arts and song and dance performance at Xiangfang Park. It even featured pictures of bikini-clad women swaying their hips. Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to join in the fun.
He entered the park, paying three yuan for entry. The martial arts performers were a group of monks. One monk held a spear to his throat, while several strong men gripped and pushed it forward. The monk's face turned serious, his body shifted forward, and suddenly he shouted. The spear had bent into an arc shape, and everyone applauded and cheered.
As for the singing and dancing, there wasn't anything particularly outstanding, but it received far more applause than the martial arts performance. This was because the actresses, dressed in bikinis, would sometimes lean forward, revealing most of their breasts, sometimes stick out their buttocks, their large buttocks taut as if about to burst out of their clothes. Sometimes they would lean back, their crotches bulging, making one want to protest that the fabric was too thick, obscuring the true view.
Da Chou's eyes were also burning with desire; his pants were digging painfully into his penis. Luckily, he was sitting; if he were standing, he probably wouldn't be able to straighten his back.
Not far from the park, a factory was recruiting workers, and several hundred people were gathered there, with a registration desk at the entrance.
Da Chou squeezed in and read the advertisement, which essentially said: "Our factory has invested heavily in producing a new product, sponge iron, and is currently short one hundred male workers. The wages are generous, and room and board are free. Anyone young, strong, and healthy can apply."
Da Chou glanced at the registration desk and saw a long queue of people waiting to register. He thought to himself, "I've never worked a day in my life, and I really want to experience what it's like to work. Besides, there are no appearance restrictions, and if the job isn't good, I can easily leave." So, he joined the ranks of those who signed up.
Quickly, after the physical exam in the afternoon, he went to the dormitory. According to regulations, you have to bring your own luggage.
Da Chou didn't have any luggage, so he told the factory manager to see if they could help him. The factory manager asked him a few simple questions about his personal situation and then instructed a section chief to handle the matter.
The section chief led him to a warehouse and brought out a set of
clothes. Of course, Da Chou had to pay a deposit of one hundred yuan. Da Chou was surprised when he first saw the section chief. She was a woman, and quite beautiful, about thirty years old, exuding a youthful yet mature charm; over 1.7 meters tall, with full breasts and a curvaceous figure, long flowing hair; large, bright eyes that sparkled; beautiful red lips that always wore a smile; a well-fitting suit dress that made her look like a career woman.
Da Chou mustered his courage to look at her a few more times, his heart pounding. The section chief glanced at him a couple more times; perhaps someone like him was a rare sight.
Along the way, Da Chou followed behind, staring at her alluringly swaying hips, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her, and letting his mind wander: "Just to hold a woman like that would be incredibly lucky; if I could actually penetrate her, it would be worth sacrificing ten years of my life. My husband is so damn lucky to enjoy such a beauty every day; his ancestors must be incredibly lucky."
The next day, at a meeting in the conference room, the factory director gave a passionate speech. The director was very refined, wearing glasses. The female section chief also spoke, her expressions vivid, her language elegant. All the men in the group focused their fiery gazes on her, as if they wanted to melt her. The female section chief remained calm, probably used to such stares. From the nameplate on the stage, Da Chou learned her name: Li Qianhui. The factory director's name was Ye Qiufan.
Soon, Da Chou started working; it turned out to be manual labor. Da Chou first worked for a few days removing slag from the boiler. The two of them pushed the cart down the sloping cement road to the furnace door. The work itself wasn't strenuous; once the furnace door was open, they used shovels to remove embers from inside and then shoveled them back onto the cart. This process was unbearable for Da Chou; it was too hot, his face burned, and he almost fainted. The room was already hot, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked the workshop foreman for a transfer.
The foreman was kind enough to transfer him to sifting coal outdoors. Although it was dustier, Da Chou felt it was much better than the heat. However, another problem arose: the night shift was too much for him. He had a habit of being a light sleeper; he couldn't sleep if there was any noise in the room. When he returned to the dormitory in the morning, groggy from work, some people weren't sleeping; they were playing cards on their beds, making it impossible for him to rest. While
others snored loudly, he could only stare helplessly, asking them to be quiet. At first, they paid attention, but as they played, they forgot and started shouting again. As time went on, Da Chou lost weight. During the night shift, after working for a while, everyone else sat on the shovel handles, chatting and laughing, but Da Chou would lean against the coal pile and doze off, half-asleep.
What kind of life was this? Da Chou was furious. It was much more comfortable at home, riding a donkey. At least there was freedom, and he could sleep well. He could endure this for about half a month before deciding to leave. He wanted to see the factory manager, but after several visits to the manager's door, he hesitated.
That day, after much deliberation, he finally decided to leave. Looking at the date, he realized it was Saturday. A few of his roommates were still sleeping; most had gone out to have fun. Everyone called to Da Chou, but he didn't go. Da Chou went downstairs and paced around the courtyard. Unconsciously, he arrived at the building where the factory manager's office was located.
The building was at the far west end, and there was no one in front of it. He looked up and saw that the manager's window was still open. Had he forgotten to close it? Or was the manager inside? If so, that would be even better; he would go find him now.
The building was quiet, but when he reached the top floor, he faintly heard moans—a woman's. Da Chou tiptoed towards the sound, finally stopping in front of the factory manager's door. Yes, this was the source of the sound. At the door, the sound was clearer, captivating and mesmerizing.
Da Chou wasn't satisfied with just the auditory impact; he craved a "video." Because the hidden lock on the door had broken yesterday and hadn't been replaced, there was a small hole in the door, stuffed with a wad of paper. Da Chou reached in and slowly poked it, removing the paper. The beautiful scene inside was revealed:
a man and a woman making love, facing sideways to Da Chou. The woman gripped the table with both hands, her large breasts peeking out from under her bra, bouncing rapidly like big white rabbits; her skirt was rolled up, revealing her buttocks, which were sticking out high and dazzlingly white. A medium-sized penis was thrusting in and out of her from behind. With each movement, the woman moaned incessantly: "Fan...Fan...you're doing it so well...it feels so good...it feels so good...don't stop...faster...let me...go to heaven..."
Her large buttocks thrust back forcefully. The man thrust again with great force, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, making his penis wet and dripping onto the ground. The man panted heavily and laughed: "Qianmei...your pussy...is so tight...it makes me...always want to cum...I've been fucking...for so many years...but...I'm still...not enough..."
While fucking her, the man also occasionally harassed the woman's buttocks and breasts.

"My pussy...is...your...fuck me...fuck me to death...if you don't fuck me...it's always itchy...I can't hold back..." the woman confessed in the form of moans.
The man grabbed her buttocks, thrusting hard while saying, "Then I... I'll... fuck you to death..."
Reaching peak thrusting speed, he suddenly shuddered. The woman said, "Don't... cum... I haven't... had enough..."
The man lost control, pulling out his penis and ejaculating onto the ground in spurts.
The woman turned around, squatted down, and took the penis into her mouth. Now, Da Chou finally saw who she was. Actually, he already knew from her voice—a beautiful face, captivating eyes, elegant demeanor. Even when giving a man oral sex, her gaze and movements remained refined; the word "slut" couldn't be associated with her.
Watching his dream goddess lick another man's penis, Da Chou felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could immediately become the man who possessed that penis.
After a long time of blowjobs, the dead snake still didn't rise, and the woman stood up in disappointment.
The man said apologetically, "Let me lick it for you."
The woman obediently sat on the table, spreading her two plump, jade-like legs, revealing her hairy, wet, and rosy little treasure to Da Chou.
Just as he got a clear look, the man blocked his view. He bent down and kissed her vulva, making soft, sucking sounds, like a kiss, before taking her clitoris into his mouth.
The woman opened her mouth, let out an "Ah," tilted her head back, squinted her eyes, and moaned softly, grabbing the man's head with both hands.
The man worked very hard, licking her labia with his tongue until she made sounds, her juices flowing freely, which he then swallowed without any disgust.
The woman hummed, "Fan...I love...you love...forever...love you..."
A few minutes later, she screamed and then fell silent.
The man sat down, pulled the woman into his arms, and teased, "Qianmei, you not only have a beautiful face, but also an absolutely amazing pussy. Any man who can fuck you even once should be shot on the spot." The woman
opened her eyes and smiled, "Then you'd be shot countless times already. I'll shoot you right now." Saying this, she tapped his head with her finger.
The woman got out of his arms and said, "Hurry up and put them on, don't let anyone find out." Saying this, she went to find her underwear.
The ugly man outside the door saw that the show was over and turned to leave. If he didn't leave, he would be caught.
As the woman straightened up to pull up her underwear, she suddenly noticed that the crumpled paper in the doorway had fallen to the ground. She quickly opened the door and looked into the corridor, but no one was there. She then ran to the window and looked down, just in time to see the ugly man leaving through the building entrance and running eastward.
Her heart sank, and she thought to herself, "Oh no, I've been exposed. I have to find a way to silence her. If word gets out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
The man saw that her underwear wasn't fully pulled up, so he came over to help and asked her, "Did you find anything? Is anyone there?"
The woman kissed him on the cheek and said sweetly, "Darling, everything is normal." But her mind was in turmoil as she thought of a solution.
(IV)
Ever since that day of peeping, Da Chou's mind was always filled with that breathtaking and blood-pumping scene: her large breasts trembling, heaving and undulating; her buttocks shaking, an endless display of spring.
Da Chou's penis couldn't resist the temptation, and he masturbated many times behind her back. Every time he ejaculated, he imagined it was being pulled out of her vagina, secretly calling her name, and imagining her moaning and groans as she writhed seductively under the assault of his penis.
The scene was incredibly beautiful, allowing Da Chou to fully enjoy the superiority of being a man. Little did he know that his whereabouts had been exposed; if he had known, he would have run away long ago, even if it meant losing his wages.
That day, Da Chou had
no work. He took advantage of the quiet at home to take a nap in the morning, and went downstairs in the afternoon, intending to go for a stroll. He ran into a colleague downstairs, who said, "Our beautiful section chief is looking for you. She wants you to come quickly. It's about work."
Da Chou didn't think much of it and went to the section chief's office. He knocked and went in. The section chief was sitting in a chair, smiling at him with bright eyes, showing no disdain for his appearance, which warmed Da Chou's heart.
The section chief asked him to sit down and, as usual, asked about work, such as whether he was tired and whether he was getting used to the work. She also asked about Da Chou's family situation, whether he had a wife, etc.
Da Chou answered truthfully. Then, the section chief stared at him and slowly said, "Last Saturday morning, what did you see outside the factory manager's door?"
Da Chou was shocked. The section chief was still smiling, but her eyes clearly showed a coldness, like a knife piercing Da Chou's heart.
Da Chou hurriedly replied, "I didn't see anything. There's paper stuffed in the doorway, so I can't see anything."
Upon hearing this, the section chief suddenly stood up, her face flushed, her gaze sharp. She clenched her fist secretly. Since you've seen it all, why should I be polite? But she suddenly calmed herself down, her expression slowly returning to normal, and she sat down again.
She opened a drawer and took out a small leather bag. Picking up the bag, she stood up, walked to the door, tugged at it to make sure it was locked, then turned and walked to Da Chou's side. Da Chou lowered his head, not daring to look at her, his heart pounding. He thought, what does she want? Is she going to kill me to silence me? No, I have to run away quickly.
The section chief then flashed a charming smile, opened the bag, and took out two wads of cash. Most people are sensitive to money, and Da Chou looked up at it.
The section chief's gentle voice rang out: "These two thousand yuan are all yours, take them all. Just keep your mouth shut. If you can't keep your mouth shut, you'll lose it too."
Da Chou looked at the section chief, who was still smiling, a charming smile, her red lips slightly parted, revealing her pearly teeth. But Da Chou noticed a sternness hidden beneath that charm, as if a sharp blade was about to be slashed at his neck at any moment. Da Chou's heart pounded wildly.
Da Chou's voice trembled slightly: "Section Chief, don't worry, I won't say anything out of line. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." He turned to leave, but the section chief stepped aside, her high breasts blocking Da Chou's way.
"Take your money safe," the section chief reminded him.
"Section Chief, that's not my money, I won't take it. Don't worry, I'll keep my word. I'll keep my mouth shut." With that, she walked around the large breasts and ran to the door, opened it, and left. Once
outside, Da Chou wiped the sweat from his brow, thinking: This woman is so beautiful, how come she looks a bit like a venomous snake?
The section chief stood at the door, watching his strong back, and began to formulate a new plan. "You promised not to tell, and I kind of believe you, but if you don't take the money, I'm still a little uneasy. If you take the money, then nothing will happen. If you don't want the money, what else do you want? I don't believe anyone doesn't love money; I just think I have too little."
Since returning from the section chief's place, Da Chou hadn't felt relaxed, as if a herd of mad horses was running rampant in his mind. He was also pondering what to do. Running away was tempting; he was reluctant to leave behind his salary—almost a month's wages, payday was approaching, and if he left, it would all be gone. Staying meant that woman was eyeing him menacingly, as if she wanted to devour him.
"It's just adultery, what's there to be afraid of? Since you've already done it, what's there to be afraid of? As long as your husband is willing to be a cuckold, nobody else cares." He thought of her smile, her beautiful voice, the red lips that made that voice—those red lips that were sucking on a man's penis that day, but unfortunately, that penis wasn't mine.
Thinking about this, Da Chou became a little delirious. He thought, "If she licked me, I'd be willing to be stabbed a few times."
The factory manager's words were truly classic: "A woman like that, after a man has sex with her, he'd be immediately dragged out and shot, and it wouldn't be unjust. "
On the morning of the third day, he decided to go to the city for some fun. He walked out of the factory gate, just about to cross the street to catch a bus.
"Niu Da Chou, come with me." Turning around, he saw the beautiful section chief.
She wore a white long dress, her voluptuous figure curvaceous, her slender legs appearing and disappearing beneath the skirt with her movements; the skirt fluttered, exuding elegance; wearing sunglasses and holding an umbrella, she had a particularly stylish air.
Seeing Da Chou follow, she walked east along the sidewalk, her high heels making a rhythmic clattering sound. From behind, her perfect figure and graceful gait were no less than that of a professional model on the runway.
Da Chou tried to approach her, but she said without turning her head, "Follow behind me, keep a safe distance. Just pretend we don't know each other."
Da Chou didn't know what she wanted, thinking, "It's broad daylight, you're not going to kill me, are you? If you're going somewhere secluded, I'm not going with you."
Da Chou followed cautiously, glancing around occasionally for any suspicious figures.
A dozen minutes later, Da Chou entered a courtyard. It was a residential area with tall, beautiful buildings.
He went up to the third floor through a doorway. The section chief opened the door, and Da Chou hesitated for a moment before following her in.
"Wait in the living room for a moment, I'll go change my clothes."
Da Chou nodded, waiting for her to enter through one of the doors. Da Chou quickly opened the other doors to check for any ambushes. He had intentionally left the outer door open when he came in, just in case anything happened, so he could escape.
He found no one at any of the doors and relaxed, then went to close the outer door. He sat down on a green sofa. Even though he was an amateur, he could sense the luxury and high-end nature of the room. The size of the television and the beauty of the coffee table were things he had never seen in his hometown.
The section chief came out, now wearing a strapless gauze dress, her bra and panties faintly visible; her underwear was black.
She had also taken off her sunglasses, and her captivating eyes gazed at Da Chou gently, making him feel as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.
The section chief opened the refrigerator and took out a large pile of things, such as ice cubes, popsicles, and fried ice cream.
After the section chief repeatedly offered him a popsicle, Da Chou picked it up, thinking: "Is this popsicle laced with rat poison?"
Da Chou licked the popsicle, and for some reason, he remembered the day the section chief licked his penis. His face flushed, and he turned to look at the section chief. She sat next to him, legs crossed, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes half-closed, looking at him meaningfully.
Da Chou couldn't help but glance at her upper and lower body, which were covered by her clothes. The section chief seemed to realize this as well, and subconsciously turned his body to the side.
Da Chou's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head to eat.
After Da Chou finished eating three popsicles and wiped his hands, the section chief asked softly, "Do you know why I came to see you?"
Da Chou shook his head. The section chief said, "You don't need to play dumb. What happened that day isn't over yet."
Da Chou hurriedly confessed, "I didn't tell anyone else, I didn't miss a single word. I can swear to you."
"You don't need to swear, I believe you, otherwise, you wouldn't have the chance to sit here and talk to me."
"Then why did you come to see me?"
"Of course, to take what you deserve."
Saying this, the section chief got up and went to the inner room to take out a bag, and took out five thousand yuan from the bag.
"Take it, this five thousand yuan is yours."
"I don't want it." Da Chou waved his hands repeatedly.
"Why? You still think it's not enough? You should know how to be content. Do you know what five thousand yuan is for?" The section chief moved closer to him and said patiently, "This money is almost your annual salary. It can do a lot!
You can buy a decent TV, a decent motorcycle. If you like women, you can find fifty prostitutes, or even ten or eight for a more upscale lifestyle. You can also buy a virgin's first time. If you don't accept it, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
As he spoke, he watched Da Chou's reaction.
Da Chou smiled憨厚ly and didn't reply.
The section chief's eyes widened, but his voice remained calm: "This money can also buy a person's life."
Da Chou, of course, understood the weight of those words. He felt a little nervous, but he forced himself to remain calm, thinking: No matter how powerful you are, you're still a woman. I don't believe you can do anything to me.
Da Chou stared directly into her eyes and asked, "Is your secret with the factory director worth more than a person's life?"
The section chief immediately replied, "Of course, if you were me, you would know."
Da Chou didn't want to sit any longer and stood up, saying, "I will keep your secret, but you can keep your money for yourself. I won't take your money."
The section chief jumped up and said loudly, "Niu Da Chou, what do you want? Just tell me what I can do, and I will satisfy you."
Da Chou stared at her chest, scratching his head, and said, "I dare not say, I'm afraid you'll be angry."
The section chief covered her chest with both hands, already guessing what it might be about, her heart in her throat, but she still said loudly, "Tell me."
Da Chou then confessed, "I want to hug you and kiss you, that would be enough."
The section chief breathed a sigh of relief. It was that simple after all. I thought he wanted... If he wanted that, it would have been really difficult.
The section chief laughed and scolded, "So you're a pervert. Okay, I agree. It's settled then, after this hug and kiss, we're even. You take your money and go. From now on, you are you, and I am me."
Da Chou nodded, taking a step forward, his heart pounding. Finally, he hugged her waist, looking into her black gem-like eyes, and murmured dreamily, "You know, the first time I saw you, my soul was captivated. I think about you all the time while I'm working, and I dream about you constantly. If one day I can hug you and kiss you, my life will be complete. What fifty prostitutes, one virgin's first time—in my heart, they're not even worth a single hair on your head. You are my goddess. No woman is as beautiful or as noble as you. I swear, I'm telling the truth."
The section chief never expected such sweet talk from a country bumpkin, an honest, simple man. Where did he memorize that from? She never imagined this man would admire her so much. She hadn't heard such words in a long time—not even from her husband or lover. It was truly comforting.
A warm current rose from the depths of her heart, almost completely erasing her aversion, wariness, and anger towards him. Suddenly, she didn't think he was ugly at all.
She laughed, "Don't try that on me. Do you think I'm an eighteen-year-old girl?" Saying this, she narrowed her eyes, pouted her red lips, and waited for the ugly man to make his move.
The ugly man didn't kiss her lips, but instead kissed her face, earlobes, neck, and shoulders. It tickled her, making her want to dodge, yet also wanting to laugh.
Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good. The ugly man first gave her fleeting, light kisses, then swept away her like a whirlwind.
Before the woman could even think, he suddenly sealed her lips with his. A jolt of electricity shot through her entire body; her soul seemed to tremble—a feeling she hadn't experienced in years.
Da Chou first nuzzled, rubbed, enveloped, pinched, and pursed his lips, then extended his tongue, greedily licking her delicate lips like a bee gathering nectar. He clearly heard the section chief's increasingly heavy breathing, and his enthusiasm grew even stronger. His hands, no longer acting like gentlemen, began to swirl on her buttocks.
Da Chou's tongue tried to invade her mouth, but she bit her lip and refused to open it, so Da Chou's tongue lingered outside her teeth. Suddenly, Da Chou pinched her buttocks hard, and the section chief cried out in pain, opening her mouth. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Da Chou plunged in, easily capturing her fragrant tongue, rolling and sucking, making it "eat" until it slurped.
His hands didn't want to linger outside either, naturally slipping under her skirt, teasing her sensitive buttocks through her thin blouse, rubbing, kneading, pinching, and patting them. With their combined efforts, the section chief soon began to hum, and a blush of lust spread across her face.
She felt a little dizzy, as if she had fallen into a soft dream. Her mind was a bit sluggish, and a voice inside her was shouting: "This man has gone too far! We can't go any further! If we go any further, things will get out of hand!"
Another voice, however, was shouting: "You're a woman too! You need physical comfort too! Anyway, you're not a lady anymore, losing your virginity again won't hurt." Yes, this feeling was beautiful, and she was almost reluctant to let it go.
As the "war" escalated, the section chief lost his way.
Da Chou thought to himself, "I didn't want to do that today, but I couldn't help myself. That kid's right, let's just kill him after we're done. I'm one of the older brothers anyway." At that moment, he forgot all about his millions in cash.
He moved one hand to her breasts, grabbing and pressing them through her clothes. Not satisfied, he pulled up her bra and took one breast in his hand, playing with it. "So big! So elastic, like an eighteen-year-old girl's!" he thought. He
even pinched and rubbed the nipple between his fingers.
The section chief trembled; she felt wetness. The feeling was wonderful, like flying in the sky, but her female pride brought her back to her senses. She finally pushed Da Chou away, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.
Da Chou, like a child who had done something wrong, covered his face and lowered his head. The section chief feigned anger, looking beautiful, her face flushed.
"You went too far! We agreed to only kiss and hug. You broke the rules, you deserve to be hit."
Seeing Da Chou remain silent, she assumed he had hurt her and reached out to see his slapped face.
Suddenly, Da Chou grabbed her, pulled her onto a large sofa, laid her down, and pressed himself against her. Big Mouth pressed down on her red lips again, his hands lifting her skirt to harass her breasts once more. Soon, her breasts swelled, and her large nipples stood erect.
A hand reached for her panties, and she instinctively tried to stop it, but to no avail. The big hand still touched her hairy private parts. His fingers combed and rubbed there, probing downwards. Her thighs tightly clamped his hand, preventing him from being too aggressive. He reluctantly reached her labia, which were already wet.
He was delighted; this was the result of his efforts. He proudly inserted his fingers into her hole, then placed his legs between hers, so that his fingers could do as they pleased. Her vagina was tight and tender, and the impudent fingers made it flow continuously.
The section chief writhed restlessly, her moans reaching their maximum. When Big Ugly put his mouth on her breasts, the section chief cried out loudly, a beautiful cry.
Big Ugly licked her nipples alternately, his fingers probing her hole even faster. Looking up, he saw that she had already closed her eyes and was moaning sweetly. He thought to himself: Don't wait any longer. If she wakes up, things will get complicated. I have to get rid of her
as quickly as possible. Thinking this, he got up and, as fast as he could, pulled off her panties and took out his penis. The section chief was startled when she saw how big it was. Just as she was about to resist, Da Chou had already spread her legs and thrust his large, hard penis halfway in.
The section chief let out a soft "ah," but it was clear that this wasn't painful. Da Chou put his mouth over and licked her red lips, while his hands vigorously kneaded her breasts. His penis was fully inserted, making her vagina bulge. He attacked her fiercely.
Her tight vagina gripped the powerful penis, which seemed a little strained, but both of them felt the pleasure of intercourse. Da Chou thrust into her vagina with a squelching sound, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more.
Da Chou raised his head, thrusting his lower body while panting comfortably. It's true, every woman has her own unique flavor. Xiaoya has one flavor, the young lady has another, and this mature beauty has yet another. No wonder she's a beauty; just inserting it gives her endless satisfaction.
Looking at the section chief, she was initially a little reserved, but now, due to the physical stimulation and the beauty of her vagina, she cried out ecstatically: "Ah...ah...so beautiful...it's killing me...your thing...is so hard...it's driving me crazy..."

Her arms involuntarily wrapped around Da Chou's neck, her starry eyes half-closed, her small mouth opening and closing, emitting the most seductive sounds, her hips and waist gradually responding, as if she had returned to the scene of passionate lovemaking with her lover in college. She seemed to have forgotten who was penetrating her.
"Darling...you're so great...you're so good...I haven't...been this happy in so long...what's wrong with you today...so...energetic...faster...I'm almost...I'm almost dying..."
Da Chou obeyed, turning the speed of his penis to the highest setting, the sofa creaking incessantly in protest. After only a hundred or so thrusts, the section chief let out a few joyful shouts and then poured hot water onto his penis. Da Chou thought to himself, "I'm not done yet."
He thrust a few more times, then pulled out his wet penis, stripped himself naked, and then stripped the section chief naked as well. The section chief, naked, was a different kind of allure: her large, plump breasts, red nipples, hairy vulva, smooth skin, and exquisite curves. Da Chou's eyes blazed with desire, his penis rock hard. He didn't want anything else now; he was determined to conquer her and show her his prowess.
He carried her to the small sofa, placing her legs on the armrests, displaying her feminine secrets in their most seductive way. Her dark, glossy pubic hair, sticky vaginal fluid, plump thighs, snow-white buttocks, and slightly darker anus—everything was beautiful, everything was maddening.
The section chief, somewhat sobering up, hummed, "I want to get down, I'm so embarrassed."
The ugly man boasted, "Do you know how charming you are right now? I practically want to fuck you to death. Do you want me to fuck you?"
The section chief closed his eyes and didn't answer, even trying to put his legs down.
Before she could react, Da Chou knelt on the carpet, parted her pubic hair, and brought his mouth to hers, kissing her small, red lips. He bit her clitoris and penetrated her labia, causing her to become wet again. The section chief's breasts swayed and her legs trembled with pleasure as she cried out, "...Don't do this...I can't take it...I...I'll die...Ah...No...Ah..."
Da Chou ate all the wetness into his mouth and looked up to ask, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Whatever...you want..."
"Looks like you won't let me fuck you. Let me lick you some more."
The section chief cried out, "Don't...torture me anymore...I'll let you fuck me..."
Da Chou said, "Your voice is too soft, I can't hear you. Say it again."
The section chief cursed, "You...devil, stop torturing me...come and fuck me...I'll let you fuck me, I like it...you fuck me better than them..."
Da Chou laughed heartily, then raised his penis and thrust it in with a "squelch." He thrust quickly from the start, her large breasts swaying as if smiling at Da Chou.
Da Chou, brimming with confidence, proved his excellence with his strength, driving the section chief into incoherent ramblings.
Later, he complained it was too hard and uncomfortable, so he asked the section chief to change positions, to a doggy-style position.
The section chief was deeply ashamed, but under the influence of lust, she became obedient.
What beautiful buttocks, large, round, firm, and elastic, round like a watermelon, white as cotton, smooth as the most beautiful jade in the world. In the deep crevice, two small holes greeted Da Chou.
Da Chou touched and kissed these buttocks, licking the two small holes thoroughly before, urged by the section chief, thrusting his penis into them.
This position was indeed delightful; the movements could be more expansive. Da Chou, majestic and powerful, made his penis like a piston, pounding hard.
The section chief begged for mercy, "Big Brother Niu...you're amazing...you're fucking me to death...I can't take it anymore...let's...fly together..."
Big Ugly sped up, grabbing her breasts hard with both hands. After only a few dozen thrusts, the section chief cried out, "It's so wonderful...I'm going to heaven..."
Big Ugly thrust a few dozen more times before ejaculating into her vagina.
After finishing, Big Ugly handed her her underwear and put on his own panties.
The section chief looked up at him, seemingly confused. She angrily said, "You raped me, I'm going to report you."
Da Chou's heart skipped a beat, but he smiled sheepishly and said, "Go ahead and report me. I'm just looking for a place to eat anyway."
The section chief came over and gave him a good spanking. "I've never had a man treat me this rudely before. When your factory director was pursuing me in college, he knelt down and begged me. I softened and slept with him. You bastard, you always try to force me. I'll beat you to death."
Da Chou didn't dodge and let her hit him. When she got tired, she slumped into Da Chou's arms and said sweetly, "I'm tired. Take me inside."

Da Chou obediently picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He put her on the bed and tried to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Just leaving. Everything's settled. What's the point of staying here?" Da Chou said lazily.
The section chief sat up and pointed at Da Chou's nose. "What do you take me for? A whore? You play around and then leave? I've never seen such a heartless man. Come here."
Da Chou immediately went over obediently.
The section chief pulled him onto the bed, saying with boundless charm, "Hold me while we sleep." She nestled in his arms and whispered, "You're such a man, I love you, you've satisfied me."
Da Chou hugged her, blinking, he could hardly believe his ears—she had fallen for him so quickly.
Women are strange; after just one time with a man, everything changes.
Da Chou felt incredibly happy, placing his hand on her breasts and closing his eyes, savoring the beauty of peace.
(V) Rescuing Someone
From then on, Da Chou and Qian Hui became lovers. Whenever her husband was away, or when Qian Hui was overcome with desire and unbearable itch, she would summon Da Chou for company.
Da Chou's extraordinary heroism in bed made Qian Hui feel like she was dying of pleasure, reluctant to leave. She herself couldn't believe that the pleasure between men and women could reach such heights; it was something she had never experienced before. It was Da Chou who pushed her sex life to another peak; it was Da Chou who made her realize even more that being a woman could be so joyful.
She absolutely adored Da Chou. Her initial helplessness and passivity transformed into a frenzy of throwing herself into his arms, pulling and tugging, showering him with affection. Compared to him, her husband and ex-lover didn't seem like men; only Da Chou was a real man. Qian Hui's little hole would feel sick and uncomfortable if he didn't visit it for a few days.
She felt completely conquered; in his presence, she had nothing to be proud of anymore. She was like a toy, to be played with however he pleased.
For easier communication, she gave Da Chou a Bird mobile phone.
Da Chou didn't even look at it, refusing to take it. He tilted his head and scoffed, "I don't want your things. Do you think I'm a freeloader?"
Qian Hui hadn't expected him to be so stubborn and individualistic, completely different from the beaming, gesticulating figure she had imagined when he'd answer the phone.
She smiled sweetly, forcefully shoving it into his hand, explaining, "You can borrow it for now. I'll take it back when you buy a new one."
Da Chou reluctantly accepted.
Qianhui, of course, also noticed the long scar on Da Chou's face. She accurately recognized that this scar ruined his originally handsome face. This scar was awful. She suggested that Da Chou go to the hospital to remove the scar.
Da Chou shook his head repeatedly, saying, "No way, this scar is my mark. Without it, am I still Niu Da Chou? What's different about me from others?"
Qianhui emphasized, "I'll pay."
Da Chou laughed, "You should keep that money for yourself and buy more see-through clothes for me to see. As long as you look good." He then asked Qianhui, "Do you think I'm ugly?"
Qianhui hugged his neck and giggled, "Do you think I'm a little girl in school? At my age, what I value is a man's strength." As she spoke, she pinched his crotch hard. Da
Chou groaned in pain and cursed, "You slut, don't hurt me. If you hurt me, you won't even have time to cry."
Da Chou had also asked Qianhui what was going on with the factory manager, whether her husband knew, and whether she had cheated on him.
Qianhui didn't hide anything and told her the whole story. Qianhui was originally from a small county town, but she was admitted to a university in the provincial capital with high scores. At university, her beauty and elegance attracted all the male students, but
she had two people she truly cared about: Ye Qiufan and Chen Guofeng. Ye Qiufan was the student council president, handsome, talented, and charming—an idol to the girls. He was deeply in love with Qianhui, willing to give his heart for her. Chen Guofeng was equally devoted; although he was plain-looking and unremarkable, he would risk his life for Qianhui.
Once, a boy mentioned Qianhui, saying, "I dream of sleeping with her." Guofeng overheard this, slapped him across the face, and then went on a rampage, beating the boy mercilessly. If others hadn't intervened, someone might have died.
This act was shocking; it was unexpected that the usually honest and steady Guofeng would resort to violence.

Qianhui noticed this, but she was even more concerned about Guofeng's family background. Among the students, there were quite a few children of high-ranking officials. In terms of social standing and family wealth, who could compare to Guofeng?
His father was no ordinary man; in the provincial capital at that time, he was one of the top eight leaders, a figure whose every move caused the entire city to tremble. How could Qianhui not be shocked by such a family?
When alone, she often pondered the future of her life. Qiu Fan was the son of a worker, from a poor family, and her own family was also just average. After they married, they would have to start from scratch. How many years would it take to rise above their circumstances and live a life of luxury? She dared not imagine. Marrying Guofeng
would be a meteoric rise. Afterward, she would have everything she wanted, a true noblewoman, almost on par with Soong Mei-ling. But what about love? During her four years of university, Qianhui had wasted countless brain cells on this. Perhaps it was because Qianhui was so sentimental; any other woman would have already gone to marry into a wealthier family.
The year she graduated, Qianhui was required to return to her hometown to work, according to regulations. What good jobs could she find there? Nowhere is as comfortable as the provincial capital; she didn't want to go back.
At her suggestion, Guofeng intervened and effortlessly secured her stay in the provincial capital.
This incident made Qianhui witness the power of authority once again. The time to make a decision had come. Qianhui reluctantly agreed to marry Guofeng.
Qiufan, upon hearing this, nearly committed suicide. After Qianhui's repeated explanations, he finally understood her good intentions. Yes, love was important, but a good life was even more important; he didn't resent Qianhui at all.
Guofeng was overjoyed; his long-held dream had come true. Before the marriage, Qianhui made it clear to him that she wouldn't interfere with her friendly relationship with Qiufan or affect her freedom to make friends.
This condition was excessive; Guofeng was well aware of their intimate relationship. Many people knew that during their university years, they were either in hotels or having sex in the countryside; her vagina had probably already been pierced by Qiufan's penis.
Despite this, Guofeng endured it; what could he do when he loved her? "If we still have to see each other after marriage, wouldn't I become a cuckold?" After hesitating for several days, Guofeng still couldn't bear to part with her. He nodded with tears in his eyes. Qianhui felt heartbroken watching this, realizing she had been too demanding.
After marriage, Qianhui entered the family of a high-ranking official. As she had imagined, it was simply paradise; the food, the things they used, and the clothes they wore were incomparable to those of ordinary people. Being an official was good; there were privileges, and one could do things that others couldn't. With a single word from her husband, her husband entered the government, starting as a junior clerk, and within a few years, he had become a minor official.
No matter how high his official rank, once he returned home, he instantly transformed into a minister. His wife at home was like Empress Wu Zetian, completely manipulating him, extinguishing all his manly pride from his outside life. With
such a privileged background, she naturally wanted to make good use of it, not only to benefit her family but also to support her former lover. Qiu Fan had lofty ambitions; she secretly helped him when he competed for the factory director position, otherwise, his dreams would have been shattered. All she did was make a phone call to her father-in-law—it was that simple.
When the factory lacked funds, she again urged her husband to find a way to get a bank loan, providing Qiu Fan with much-needed support. To see Qiu Fan more often, she gave up a good position and became a section chief at his company. To be worthy of her husband, she tried her best to remain chaste, but that was unlikely. Dry wood and raging fire—how could they not ignite? She often felt guilty about this.
Hearing this, Da Chou secretly thought that this woman was extraordinary, quite humane, not like Pan Jinlian.
Soon after, Da Chou received his first month's salary. Overjoyed at his first paycheck, he planned to stroll around the city and buy Qian Hui some things to make her happy. Unexpectedly, after waiting for ages, the bus to Qiulin never arrived.
Desperate, he decided to break his vow and take a sedan—he'd never ridden one before. There were many sedans; Da Chou asked the price and climbed into one. He gently swayed, testing the seat—it was indeed much more comfortable than on a bus. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and enjoyed the superiority of this high-class transportation.
About ten minutes later, the bus suddenly stopped, almost throwing Da Chou forward. He opened his eyes, and before he could utter a sound, the driver muttered, as if in a daze, "Oh no, I hit someone. It's not my fault; he was crossing the crosswalk carelessly."
Da Chou then realized what had happened, leaned forward, and saw a person lying in front of the bus. He quickly got out of the car and went over. An old man was lying on the road, blood streaming down his face. He checked his nose; he was still breathing. Da Chou turned back, wanting to tell the driver to hurry and take the man to the hospital, but found the car was gone.
Looking ahead, he saw the car speeding away. Da Chou memorized the license plate number and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you're a real bastard. You hit someone and ran, you'll get your comeuppance sooner or later!"
Despite his cursing, saving the man was the priority. Strangely, there were more onlookers than dogs, but no one offered to help.
Da Chou picked up the old man and shouted, "Damn it, get out of my way!"
The crowd obeyed and made way for him. At this moment, a kind person appeared—a boy of about twelve or thirteen. He helped him flag down a car; after many cars rushed past, one finally stopped. The boy opened the car door, and Da Chou immediately carried the man inside.
The driver, a middle-aged man, didn't say a word and drove as fast as he could to the nearest hospital. At the hospital, Da Chou carried the old man on his back and ran inside. The hospital took the old man in and asked Da Chou to pay the deposit. Da Chou only had three thousand yuan on him that day, so he could only pay that much.
Sitting in the corridor, smelling the strong medicine, Da Chou felt nauseous. He endured it and waited. About an hour later, the old man was revived.
The doctor asked them to notify the patient's family, but Da Chou said, "I don't know him, how can I notify him?"
The doctor said, "The old man has woken up."
With the doctor's permission, Da Chou went in to see the old man. The old man was lying in bed, with an IV drip. When he saw Da Chou come in, he knew that Da Chou had saved him. He said in a weak voice, "Thank you, young man. I will repay you."
Da Chou said, "No need for repayment. Take good care of yourself. By the way, how do I notify your family?"

The old man said, "Use my cell phone to call Li Jiaju. The cell phone is on the bedside table."
It turned out that the doctor had put it there for him.
Da Chou did as he was told and dialed Li Jiaju's number. The old man said, "Just tell him Li Tiecheng was in a car accident and tell him to come to the Eighth Hospital."
Da Chou did as he was told, and the man shouted, "What? Is it true? I'll be right there."
To avoid disturbing his rest, Da Chou sat down in the corridor. He could only leave when the old man's family arrived.
About fifteen minutes later, five or six people rushed over, all dressed smartly and acting arrogantly. The leader was a man around forty years old.
They entered the ward past Da Chou. Da Chou thought to himself, "I should go now; I'll have to deal with the money later."
He stood up, and the door opened. The forty-year-old man came out again and said to Da Chou, "My name is Li Jiaju. Did you save my father?"
Da Chou said, "I was just passing by and saw him. I couldn't just ignore him, so I brought him to the hospital." Li Jiaju
grasped Da Chou's hands and said, "Thank you so much, young man. The doctor said that if we had come any later, my father would have been in danger. My whole family will never forget you."
Da Chou said uneasily, "You're too kind. I should have done it this way."
Li Jiaju seemed to remember something and took out several wads of cash from his pocket. "Young man, take this money first."
Da Chou smiled slightly, only accepting three thousand yuan, refusing the rest.
He nodded to Li Jiaju, turned, and left.
Li Jiaju caught up and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"
"Niu Da Chou."
"I still have a lot to tell you."
Da Chou turned around and smiled, "I'll come back in a couple of days. I'll only feel at ease if I see the old man."
Li Jiaju grasped Da Chou's hand again, shook it a few times, and then let him go.
Da Chou didn't know how to buy things for women. He bought a women's handbag at a leather goods store. Because he had just saved someone, he hadn't eaten, so he just bought two pieces of bread and ate a few bites.
That night, he received a call from Qian Hui. He guessed that her husband wasn't home again, and she was going to spend the night with Da Chou. This woman was really alluring, and he could fuck her endlessly. He wished he could keep his penis inside her little hole all day long.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Qian Hui wearing pajamas, with a seductive smile on her face, her eyes and brows full of spring.
Da Chou handed her the gift, and she kissed it several times, then hugged it to her chest, praising, "Good job, little brother Niu, you know how to be considerate. Your sister won't let you suffer."
Saying this, she pulled him into the bedroom. There was a shirt on the bed, unsealed. She opened it herself and helped Da Chou put it on
. Seeing that it fit him well, she boasted, "Looks like my taste isn't bad after all. This style really suits you." Da Chou took it off, carefully placed it on the table, and hugged her tightly, asking foolishly, "Sister, what should we do next?"
Qian Hui giggled, "What else can we do? Eat something, of course."
Da Chou untied her nightgown, and Qian Hui tossed her arms, the nightgown falling to the floor, revealing a fragrant expanse of white flesh. Not completely naked, but wearing sexy lingerie. The bra only covered her nipples, and the panties only covered her pubic area, with a few pubic hairs peeking out.
She turned around, revealing her entire buttocks perfectly; the strip of cloth was inside her buttocks, so it wasn't noticeable unless she lifted her buttocks; her two buttocks met, round and glistening like a full moon.
Da Chou went over and touched them with his hands and kissed them with his mouth, making Qian Hui giggle. She asked Da Chou to carry her to the bed; Da Chou obeyed, and when he got to the bedside, he threw her off, making the bed slam with a loud thud.
Da Chou stripped naked, his large penis erect, and pounced on Qian Hui. Qian Hui dodged, and Da Chou almost punched a hole in the mattress, letting out a loud cry of pain.

Da Chou grabbed Qian Hui, who looked apologetic. Da Chou, with a mournful expression, said, "Baby, aren't you going to comfort it?"
Qian Hui gently stroked it with her hand, and Da Chou said, "That's far from enough."
Qian Hui asked knowingly, "Then what should I do?"
Da Chou said, "You should eat a handful of sausages too." Saying that, he lay flat on the bed.
Qian Hui hesitated, and Da Chou said, "Then I'm going to sleep first, I don't care about you anymore."
Qian Hui pinched his leg and cursed, "You devil, I give up."
She straddled Da Chou, raised her buttocks, and bent down, holding his penis in both hands. She opened her red, fragrant lips and took the glans into her mouth, first using a gag, making a slurping sound, and then unleashing her tongue skills, licking from top to bottom. Her movements were so skillful, her attitude so tender, and her expression so serious, not at all lewd.
This series of actions made Da Chou moan with pleasure, sometimes loud and sometimes soft. His penis was rock hard and incredibly itchy. He grabbed her large, white buttocks, ripped off the cloth strip, and used his large tongue to caress her vulva, clitoris, and anus. Qianhui's buttocks twitched uncontrollably, trying to escape his harassment, but to no avail.
When her vulva was overflowing with fluid and she could no longer bear it, she spat out his penis, turned around, and lifted her buttocks to put it on.
Because the penis was too large, it couldn't be inserted all at once; it had to be inserted section by section, gradually. When she was finished, Qianhui let out a long sigh. She voluntarily unhooked her bra, freeing her large breasts.
Da Chou grabbed them with both hands, getting them right in. Qianhui squinted her beautiful eyes, humming softly, her buttocks rising and falling. Her breasts quickly swelled, the large nipples hard and erect, as if in defiance. Da Chou happily flicked them with his thumbs, like playing with a toy, while his penis closely coordinated with her movements.
A woman's stamina is limited after all; after only a few dozen thrusts, she slowed down, finding it unsatisfying.
Da Chou sat up, flipped her over, and pinned her down, his hands on the bed. He thrust his large penis in with full force.
After a few thrusts, Qian Hui cried out, "Good...good...so good...it feels so good...faster...
faster..."
Da Chou paused, kissed her lips, sucking and licking her tongue, before continuing his vigorous thrusts, making a constant smacking sound as he penetrated her. Then, Qian Hui began to sing again.
After a while, Da Chou got off, placed her legs on his shoulders, and rubbed his penis against her vulva for a long time before finally penetrating her at Qian Hui's request.
This position was very powerful; Da Chou moved like a storm, making Qian Hui cry out, "Little brother...so good...ah...fuck...to death...sister...sister...I'm going to die for you...faster..."
Da Chou thrust two hundred times in one go, and Qian Hui couldn't resist the physical pleasure any longer, soon reaching orgasm.
Da Chou continued his work, thrusting without ejaculating. Qianhui, unable to withstand his vigor, begged for a truce, but Da Chou refused.
He imposed harsh conditions, leaving Qianhui with no choice but to agree.
The scene then changed: Da Chou sat on the edge of the bed, while Qianhui knelt on the carpet, performing oral sex on him. Watching the noble beauty treat him this way, Da Chou secretly felt smug, thinking, "It's so good to be a man."
When Da Chou couldn't hold back any longer, he ejaculated into her mouth. As agreed beforehand, Qianhui swallowed all the semen and cleaned up his penis, licking it spotless.
Afterwards, Qianhui punched Da Chou, cursing, "You devil! I've never treated a man like this before! How did I become so despicable?"
Da Chou embraced her delicate body, laughing, "Baby, you've always been noble. The fact that you did this shows how much you love me. I understand, and I'll cherish you even more from now on."
"You know that's good."
"Baby, let's sleep."

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