【The Love God's Notes of the Lustful City】【The End】

The notebook was covered in tiny writing.

"Instructions for use?" Yang Gang was baffled. He quickly looked around, wondering if this was some kind of prank. Was there some hidden camera filming him? He looked around, but there was no one around. So he looked down again.

"Write down the name of the person you need, and they will give you all their love..." Yang Gang actually laughed out loud. The printing factory that made this notebook was ridiculous; how could they come up with such content? He didn't bother reading the rest and casually shoved the notebook into his crossbody bag.

Around 1 p.m., Yang Gang, clutching his only 50 yuan, entered the Bashan Market. This market had a long history, selling everything imaginable, haphazardly, but all very cheaply. Therefore, the majority of this affluent society—the working class—often crowded the market.

Yang Gang's purpose for this trip was unclear. He wanted to have a good meal and also spend a few hours in an internet cafe, but the allure of the game compelled him to hand over that small amount of money to the uncle selling game cards… A common scene in the market was two street girls pointing fingers and hurling insults at each other, often interspersed with poignant and thought-provoking anecdotes. However, what Yang Gang never expected was that this would actually happen to him today.

"Damn it! Can't you watch where you're going?"

Yang Gang felt something brush against his sleeve, and then his arm was grabbed by a strong hand. He quickly turned around and saw a woman in her thirties, wearing a tight-fitting outfit completely inappropriate for her age, with sexy sheer stockings on her legs—incredibly vulgar. This woman was the same middle-aged woman mentioned at the beginning, the one who had been screaming in bed, and now she was firmly gripping his wrist.

Yang Gang then realized that his arm had just brushed against a woman's white bra. He wondered if the shop owner had intentionally hung it on the outside; with just a light touch, it fell to the ground, immediately picking up a speck of dust. Realizing something was wrong, Yang Gang quickly bent down to pick it up, intending to help the shop owner hang it back up.

"Don't hang it up! Who's going to buy things that have fallen on the ground!" The middle-aged woman, as if she had planned it, rushed out of the stall in two strides, grabbing Yang Gang's sleeve tightly and complaining incessantly to everyone in the market, her voice growing louder and louder. Bystanders, unaware of the situation, gathered around, pointing and whispering about Yang Gang.

Yang Gang stood in front of the women's underwear stall, his face flushed red. He wanted to argue but felt guilty, and could only stammer, at a loss for words.

"Alright, young man, don't waste my time..."

Yang Gang cursed inwardly, wondering who was wasting whose time.

"You can buy this bra! I won't overcharge you, I'll just give it to you at the list price, 80."

"How much?" Yang Gang looked at the middle-aged woman in surprise, then at the crudely made bra. "You're selling this for 80?"

The middle-aged woman's tone had just softened when she heard Yang Gang's question, and her voice immediately doubled. "One hundred! Not a penny less! I'm giving you the list price, and you're still acting tough! Damn it, who do you think you are? You've dirtied the goods, and you think you can just walk away?" Then came a barrage of insults.

Yang Gang immediately felt miserable. He was a poor student who had saved up 50 yuan to buy game cards, and he hadn't even bought anything but had gotten himself into this mess. What use was a bra to a single man like him?

"Sister... Auntie... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... Please, have mercy on me, I don't have that much money on me..." Yang Gang was like a wilted eggplant, forced by the woman's intimidation, and he pleaded in a low voice.

"What? No money? Call your family to send some! If you don't pay, call the police!"

Hearing that he'd have to call his family and the police to handle this humiliating situation, Yang Gang became even more anxious. The surrounding chatter made it hard for him to breathe, and in his panic, he was consumed by rage at the middle-aged woman's actions. He cursed her ancestors in his mind. Lost in thought, he noticed a business license on the stall with the middle-aged woman's photo on it. Her name—Liu Mei—was clearly written on it.

Yang Gang suddenly remembered the notebook in his backpack… Damn it… Damn it… Yang Gang shook off the woman's hand and reached into his bag to pull out the notebook. The middle-aged woman, thinking Yang Gang was giving in and offering money, didn't stop him, just staring at his actions. Yang Gang, his head throbbing with anger, picked up a ballpoint pen and, with trembling hands, scribbled the two characters "Liu Mei" fiercely on the notebook.

After finishing writing, Yang Gang calmed down, feeling utterly foolish for writing a woman's name in frustration. What good did it do? He chuckled softly, let out a long breath, and put the notebook back in his backpack, thinking he should just try to negotiate a lower price. After all, at this kind of cheap stall, a bra was barely worth 20 yuan.

"Sister, how about you lower the price a bit more? I'll apologize... and you'll forgive me..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard heavy breathing. The middle-aged woman was leaning against the stall, her face flushed, her eyes fixed on him, her chest heaving as if she were very excited.

"You... what's wrong with you?" Yang Gang was confused, thinking the woman had contracted some kind of illness. Just as he was about to help her up, the woman suddenly stood up, said to someone at a neighboring stall, "Watch this stall for me for a while," and then grabbed Yang Gang and dashed out of the market.

Next to the market was a small park with few recreational facilities and only one entrance, so it was usually deserted except for mornings and evenings when people would come in to exercise or stroll. Yang Gang was dragged by the middle-aged woman into a grove of trees in the park, puzzled but unable to figure it out.

Before Yang Gang could ask, the woman suddenly turned around and knelt down in front of him with a thud.

"This…you…" Yang Gang was stunned by the woman's actions, and in his bewilderment, he saw her lower her upper body to the ground and begin licking his shoes.

Yang Gang immediately understood—the notebook! The Cupid's Notebook…it was real!

Without waiting for Yang Gang's reaction, and disregarding her image, the woman lifted her tightly tucked shirt and bra, revealing her slightly sagging breasts. Like an animal in heat, she caressed her genitals with one hand and stroked her nipples with the other. She continued licking Yang Gang's shoes.

Yang Gang, recalling the shrewish way the woman had glared at him earlier, felt a surge of anger rising within him. Seeing this woman actually submit to him, how could he miss this opportunity for revenge?

"Damn it! You slut!" Yang Gang slapped the middle-aged woman hard across the face. The woman actually stretched her head to meet the blow, even seeming to enjoy it.

"Ah...I...I'm a slut, hit me...hit me..."

"I'll fuck your mother! I'm your father! Call me Dad!" Yang Gang raised his foot and stomped hard on the woman's head, pinning her to the ground.

"Dad...Daddy...ah...Daddy..."

Yang Gang was a virgin, with little sexual experience, so even though it was just a middle-aged woman, she ignited an endless lust within him. He unzipped his pants, intending to pull out his virgin penis.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a girl in white, smiling and staring at him from the swing not far in front of him.

Yang Gang was startled. He had been caught doing something so vulgar by a young girl. His lust was immediately extinguished by shock. He quickly shook off the middle-aged woman and fled out of the park. The woman followed, pulling down her clothes to chase after him until they entered a small hotel… The detailed instructions on the sign read:

“Tear it off and burn it. But the person whose name is burned off cannot be written back in.” Yang Gang recalled the woman's previous attitude and felt a chill. If he weren't bound by the notebook, wouldn't she accuse him of rape? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He thought, “Oh well, I'll keep the name, just in case. Anyway, I'll just avoid that market.

” “Hey! Yang Gang, isn't this Yang Gang? Need a ride?”

Yang Gang was carefully reading the instructions when someone called his name. Looking up, he saw a Mazda RX-8 sports car parked on the road beside him. The man speaking was sitting in the car, his hair impeccably combed, his entire body clad in tasteless, second-rate luxury goods. This man was none other than Tong Qian, a well-known rich second-generation at school.

Tong Qian had his own established "circle of friends" at school. He completely ignored ordinary students like Yang Gang. Except for one occasion: when he was showing off in his car.

"Damn it, this idiot, coming up to me to show off!" Yang Gang usually loathed these businessmen who were his sworn enemies. Now that he was actually showing off in front of him, it made him furious.

"Hello~" A clear, mesmerizing voice rang in his ears. Only then did Yang Gang realize that a girl was sitting in the passenger seat of Tong Qian's car. She had delicate features, an oval face, but her fair, youthful skin and slender figure made her one of the top 10 beauties of the university this year.

"Wu Min... um... hello... hello everyone." Upon seeing Wu Min's sincere, friendly, and beautiful face, Yang Gang's anger instantly vanished. Wu Min and Yang Gang were classmates. There weren't many students in the class, so even though they weren't very close, they weren't too cold to each other. Besides, Wu Min was an approachable girl with excellent interpersonal relationships at school. Like many other male students, Yang Gang had fantasized about Wu Min being his girlfriend, holding those full, slender legs in his lap and playing with them. However, she had been targeted by this shameless rich second-generation heir. Under the relentless onslaught of sweet talk, Wu Min finally succumbed and became Tong Qian's girlfriend.

"We're going back to school together, do you want to come along?" Wu Min turned and pointed to the back seat of the Mazda sports car.

"No... no... thank you... I have some things to do." Yang Gang felt ashamed. Compared to this rich second-generation heir, he had lost in everything. Why should he be a third wheel?

"Hey, Wu Min, let's not force him. He might be exercising." Tong Qian rolled up the car window before Wu Min could speak, waved to Yang Gang, and then sped off towards the school.

Damn it... damn it... what a show-off! Yang Gang gripped his notebook tightly. Suddenly, a wicked smile crept across his face. So what if she has a few coins? I can still snatch them from her even if I'm penniless! He calmly wrote Wu Min's name down in his notebook.

"Hey, finally got something decent."

A voice suddenly coming from behind almost made Yang Gang's fragile heart stop beating. Yang Gang quickly turned around and saw a girl in a white long dress standing barefoot behind him, peeking out and staring at the name he had written.

"You...who are you?" Yang Gang quickly turned around and saw clearly that the girl's long, black hair swayed in the wind, her large, bright eyes were unfathomable, and her small nose and mouth were perfectly proportioned on her oval face. Her completely unadorned face was stunningly beautiful. However, the girl's face seemed to be completely devoid of color. A ghost!? Yang Gang's first reaction was that he had seen a ghost! People say that the more beautiful a female ghost is, the more vicious and vengeful she is. He had done such a filthy thing during the day, and now he was finally getting his comeuppance.

"My God..."

"Hehe...why are you putting such a big label on me right away? I can't be your mother." The girl giggled. "I am Cupid!"

"Cupid?" Yang Gang looked at the girl in front of him, then looked down at the notebook in his hand, and suddenly realized. "You are this notebook?" "A

very convenient notebook, is it? I just didn't expect your taste to be so bad, actually choosing a middle-aged woman as your first choice." The girl did not forget to mock him.

"This...that...that's..."

"You can call me Qiqi."

"Qiqi...is that my full name? You...you're a fairy?" As he spoke, Yang Gang unconsciously reached out and touched Qiqi's body. It was warm; she actually had a body temperature.

"Ouch! Pervert!" Qiqi didn't expect Yang Gang to do this, and slapped him hard across the face. Yang Gang was knocked over and rolled to the ground. "Of course it's not my full name! My full name is Lin Qiqi. Why did you suddenly touch me?"

Yang Gang covered his face and got up, rubbing his cheek in grievance. "I thought you weren't a physical being... What girl on the street dresses like you? And you're barefoot."

"Idiot! You're the only one who can see and touch me!"

"So, I'm your master?"

"You can be anyone's master, except me. I'm just a guardian, and the notebook is the only tool I can lend you."

"Wait, wait... This thing can't be given to me so easily, right? Are you hiding something, like the notebook will shorten my lifespan or send me to hell after death...?"

"You're quite the imaginative one... If I could, I'd really like to kill you right now. But according to the records, you'll live to 24. I'm really unlucky."

"Oh... What?? 24 years old? Doesn't that mean I'm about to die? I only have two years left to live?"

Kiki put on an impatient expression, squinting her eyes as she said, "What an unoriginal reaction. Why is everyone who hears this joke like you? I'm not a demon or a grim reaper, how would I know when you'll die!?"

"Like me...? Isn't this the first time you've given the notebook to someone else?"

“You’re the third one. Like them, as soon as you get the notebook, you immediately choose many women who fit your aesthetic to have sex with until you’re exhausted.”

Yang Gang smiled bitterly to himself after hearing this. So this guy thinks my taste is limited to women like that middle-aged auntie.

Qiqi turned to leave after speaking.

“Hey…where are you going? Aren’t you the guardian?” Yang Gang asked hurriedly.

“To complete the formalities. I just came to say hello today. Even someone like you has to go through the procedures. Anyway, even if I’m next to you, I’ll only see that boring piston-like movement.” After saying that, Qiqi left without looking back.

A wicked smile appeared on Yang Gang’s face because a new name had been added to the notebook—Lin Qiqi.

The next morning, Yang Gang left the dormitory early and secretly ran downstairs to the girls’ dormitory. He wanted to see Wu Min’s reaction and Tong Qian’s reaction. Since her name was written on it, Wu Min would definitely be as obedient to him as that middle-aged auntie.

Sure enough, a short while later, Tong Qian's Mazda sports car pulled up in front of the girls' dormitory. Yang Gang watched from afar as Tong Qian got out of the car, seemingly holding a bouquet of flowers. Judging from the size and quantity of the flowers, they were enough to cover Yang Gang's living expenses for half a month.

Damn it… this rich spendthrift.

A short while later, Wu Min strolled out of the dormitory. She wore a cute patchwork dress, her shapely legs encased in sheer, shimmering stockings, and delicate white high heels—a look completely unlike that of a student. The boys passing by all turned their gazes to her. "

Damn…she's so beautiful! This bitch, she dressed so plainly when she first entered university, but after dating Tong Qian for so long, she's completely changed from head to toe. What's the difference between her and a kept woman?

" "Hey, Yang Gang, what are you doing here? I didn't hear you got a girlfriend?" Tong Qian, seeing Yang Gang standing like a block of wood in front of the girls' dormitory, was quite puzzled and started teasing him. "

What the hell…mind your own business!" Yang Gang cursed inwardly, ignoring Tong Qian's question, and instead turned his gaze to the approaching Wu Min. He thought, "This is going to be interesting."

"What beautiful flowers..." Seeing the bouquet Tong Qian was holding, Wu Min ran over like a little bird, took the flowers, glanced at Yang Gang beside her, then, as if she hadn't seen him, happily accepted the flowers Tong Qian offered, and then they shared a passionate kiss, oblivious to everyone else. After a while, she released Tong Qian and got into the blue car.

"I won't disturb you anymore, goodbye, Yang Gang, hahahaha..." Tong Qian said, then jumped into the driver's seat and drove slowly out of the school with Wu Min.

Yang Gang's mouth gaped open, watching Wu Min disappear from his sight.

What was going on? The notes... weren't working?

Amidst the surprise, another girl emerged from the girls' dormitory, even more stunning—Xu Meijia. She was the most beautiful girl in the Foreign Languages Department, and in terms of both looks and figure, she was far superior to Wu Min. However, Xu Meijia seemed like an ice queen, completely unmoved by the pursuit of the opposite sex. Furthermore, she came from a wealthy family, and even the richest boy in school couldn't do anything to her.

He figured he might as well go all the way and see if there was anything wrong with the notes. Yang Gang quickly took out a pen and neatly wrote Xu Meijia's name. Then he stepped forward and blocked Xu Meijia's path.

From Xu Meijia's flickering eyes, flushed face, and rapid breathing, it was clear that this time, he had succeeded.

"You...you are..."

Yang Gang's lips curled into that eerie, wicked smile once again.

Chapter Three: Humiliating the Iceberg Beauty It was common knowledge that Xu Meijia came from a wealthy family, but no one knew that Meijia had a deeply hidden secret—she was a lesbian. In other words, she was a lesbian.

Meijia's secret crush was on the lovely girl Wu Min, who had just left. After their first meeting at school, Meijia was completely captivated and quickly became friends with Wu Min. But this also caused her immense pain. Wu Min only considered Meijia a good friend; the two often strolled hand-in-hand, laughing and joking, their duo becoming a beautiful and unique sight at the school.

Unlike Meijia, Wu Min was just a girl from an ordinary family. Before meeting Tong Qian, she dressed very simply, while Meijia, even when she carefully selected her most basic clothes and casually threw them on, would become the center of attention. This disparity created a psychological shadow that caused a subtle rift in Wu Min and Meijia's friendship.

Looking at Wu Min and Meijia side-by-side, it's almost certain that your gaze will be drawn to Meijia. She not only possesses the aura of a wealthy family but also the refinement and elegance she cultivated from a young age. In Meijia, you always see something new and unknown—a bottomless allure. All men are captivated by her, and Tong Qian is no exception.

But Tong Qian had another trait: he was adaptable. Since he couldn't have the icy beauty Xu Meijia, he figured if he got Wu Min, he could not only enjoy the same intense sexual pleasure but also increase his contact with Meijia through her. His plan was perfectly executed.

The clever Meijia, of course, couldn't help but see through Tong Qian's intentions. Therefore, she always tried to persuade Wu Min, listing all of Tong Qian's faults, saying how he had ruined countless girls in the past and ruthlessly dumped them, etc. However, Wu Min remained unmoved. Just today, Meijia had rushed out after arguing with Wu Min, only to encounter a terrifying monster.

This man was completely unrecognizable to Meijia; he was as ordinary as a stone she had stepped on. But it was precisely this utterly ordinary man who made Meijia's heart pound like a drum. She felt her heart race, her face flush, her gaze completely drawn to this man, even wanting to rush into his arms without hesitation. Every detail of his ordinary face now became an irresistibly tempting delicacy. Meijia stood frozen, feeling a surge in her chest and a sensation as if some kind of fluid was flowing from her lower body.

This feeling was all too familiar to Meijia. As a 21-year-old virgin, masturbation was naturally her only way to satisfy her physical needs; only in the instant of orgasm did she experience the same sensation. Yet now, in just a fleeting moment of eye contact with this strange man, she was excited to the point of…orgasm?

“You…who are you?”

Yang Gang didn’t answer, only a slight smile playing on his lips. He finally confirmed the effect of the Cupid’s Notebook; even the famously aloof Xu Meijia on campus had this reaction, let alone others.

“Hello, my name is Yang Gang. I’m currently translating a novel; could you please help me?” Yang Gang adopted a pleading posture, bowing to Meijia. His gesture was comical; anyone else would have rolled their eyes and run away.

But in Meijia’s eyes, his actions became pure seduction, an endearing charm. Meijia couldn't believe she had developed such a strong interest in a man. A surge of emotion welled up inside her, as if her entire life had been rewritten in that instant.

"Is...is that so...okay..." Meijia bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the surging desire that threatened to overwhelm her. She stiffly took two steps towards Yang Gang. What happened next left all the surrounding classmates speechless with astonishment.

Meijia tightly embraced Yang Gang's neck and passionately kissed him... The crowd that had been flowing around them stopped abruptly, staring at this incredible spectacle. The ice queen was kissing a country bumpkin in broad daylight!

Yang Gang hadn't expected such a strong reaction from his girlfriend. Even that shameless, cunning businesswoman knew to take him to a secluded park before being intimate. He never imagined this usually prim and proper young lady would disregard her image and press herself so tightly against his chest.

Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, Yang Gang quickly grabbed Meijia's hand and ran towards the back hill

of the school. The back hill was still deserted; although it had been planned as a new campus, construction hadn't started for a long time. Yang Gang often came here alone for walks. If he came after dark, he would occasionally encounter couples having sex in the open. But during the day, few people came here.

Yang Gang pulled Meijia and ran all the way to the back hill, by which time he was completely out of breath. But Meijia, not only beautiful and talented, was also athletic; she wasn't panting at all. Seeing Yang Gang's exhausted state, she felt a pang of heartache and gently helped him catch his breath with her delicate, snow-white hands.

This was the first time Yang Gang had been so close to such a stunning beauty as Meijia, and they were even holding hands intimately. Yang Gang felt his body melting. But at the same time, he didn't realize that another personality within him was gradually taking over his mind. He shoved Meijia to the ground, watching as her face, as red as fire, began to pant heavily.

"Open your mouth." Yang Gang couldn't believe his own words, but he couldn't stop himself. Meijia obediently opened her pink mouth, revealing her pearly white teeth, a delicate fragrance wafting from her breath. Yang Gang, his face flushed with excitement, ripped open Meijia's tightly fitting top, revealing her fair and delicate skin, a stark contrast to the middle-aged women in the market. Meijia's bra was pink, a perfect match for her fair skin. Yang Gang felt as if his brain was about to explode, unable to suppress his urges any longer. In his haste, he disregarded all rules, pulling out his unwashed penis and shoving it into Meijia's mouth.

Meijia felt a stench, but strangely, this smell only amplified her pleasure. She didn't care about the dirt; she took the penis into her mouth, greedily swirling and sucking it with her tongue.

For Yang Gang, these past two days had been filled with too many firsts. His first time having sex, his first time hitting a woman, his first time urinating on a woman, and now, his first time receiving oral sex from a beautiful woman.

"Oh...it feels so good...fuck you, you slut, how many men have you been with? Your technique is so good!"

Although Meijia often masturbated, she had never had sexual experience before. While she couldn't suppress her urges, hearing Yang Gang insult her like this, she couldn't bear the humiliation any longer. Tears streamed down her face, falling softly to the ground.

Yang Gang thought it was because his penis was too deep in Meijia's throat that she felt disgusted, and cursed, "Damn, I just praised you a couple of times and you're already done for. Open your mouth." Meijia had no choice but to obediently open her mouth wide. Yang Gang spat fiercely into her mouth.

"Slut, you're just like her, a slut." He then ripped open her pink bra and lifted her thin skirt. Meijia liked wearing sexy panties, not to seduce anyone, but simply because she liked the cute designs. To avoid being exposed, she wore pantyhose over them. Seeing Meijia's legs covered in thick pantyhose, Yang Gang, for reasons unknown, flew into a rage and slapped her across the face.

"You slut, you fucking deserve to wear pantyhose! You're never allowed to wear pantyhose again, not even underwear!"

The humiliation Meijia suffered escalated, yet her desire grew stronger. She could only obediently nod, her hands clasped helplessly at her sides.

"Rub your breasts, rub them yourself," Yang Gang said, grabbing the crotch of the pantyhose and tearing a small hole with his teeth. He then slowly tore a large hole in the pantyhose until her underwear was exposed.

Meijia's humiliation had reached its limit; her legs began to involuntarily clench, as if trying to cover her last line of defense. Yang Gang forcefully parted Meijia's thighs, spreading her black-stockinged legs wide apart. He gently pulled aside her panties with his fingers, revealing her pink, virgin vulva. Sparse, soft pubic hair stood out against her fair skin. Yang Gang lowered his head and sniffed; he hadn't expected Meijia's genitals to smell so pleasant.

"Ah… Yang Gang…" Meijia couldn't help but cry out.

"You dare call me by my name? Call me Master!" Yang Gang said, lifting Meijia's buttocks and making her upside down, a deeply shameful position.

"Ah… Master… Master… Ah…"

Yang Gang then buried his head in Meijia's open vulva, gently tracing the tip of his tongue over her clitoris, vagina, and anus.

Meijia's body had never been touched by anyone before, let alone given oral sex. She felt a primal spasm, then suddenly cried out and spurted out a stream of fluid. Yang Gang quickly opened his mouth and sucked in all of Meijia's juices.

"I never imagined it would be so delicious..." This exclamation was genuine; Yang Gang felt his actions were completely unlike his usual self. Although he had sexual fantasies, they were always warm, happy, and full of emotion. The girl in his dreams, however, was Wu Min.

"You slut, you're quite wet, do you get fucked often?"

Yang Gang's vulgar language was one thing if he used it on a street auntie, but he used it all on Meijia, calling her "slut" one minute and "bitch" the next. This made Meijia feel incredibly ashamed and indignant, yet she dared not argue.

Yang Gang suddenly spread Meijia's legs wide, prying open her labia. Meijia's lower body was already soaking wet. Yang Gang raised his swollen, purplish penis, aimed it at her clitoris, and thrust hard, cursing relentlessly, "You slut, your hole is as loose as a cave, I can't reach the edge, I really..." Then he felt something was wrong. It wasn't the difference in tightness between a young girl and a middle-aged woman, but... a kind of sealing... "Ah! It hurts..."

A cry rang out as tears streamed down Meijia's face, pouring onto the ground. Yang Gang then realized that the girl before him... had just had her virginity taken by him.

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