The real world

The Real World

Introduction
: One of the most exciting things for a novelist is the ability to control:
The top half of the page reads: "Kalingle, 05.24.1968, Chinese, Postdoctoral Fellow in Economics, City University of London; Tel: 07811436768"
separated by a red line. The bottom half of the page reads:
Lin Qing,
enrolled in 1989, graduated in 1991, training period: 11 months, trainer: remon.
Type: Gentle and considerate housewife type
. Specialties: Cooking, home management, oral sex.
Level B.
Location: London 12th Guesthouse, Room, 13th Silverstore, Devon.
Contact:
Monday, Wednesday, Friday, 14:00 to 18:00.
Password: Is Miss Lin there? This is Mr. Guo.
Reply: Hello Mr. Guo! What can I do for you?
Question: The Vietnamese food yesterday was too spicy, how about French food tomorrow?
Answer: I don't like French food. Do you like Peking duck?
Finally, she said: Peking duck is good, but I don't like duck skin.
Note: Clever. Don't discuss business, don't ask about her past, and don't answer her questions.
I thought to myself: B-grade. If I had a wife like this, I would sell my mother into slavery without hesitation. What would an A-grade woman be like?
At dinner, I discovered that this woman was not only clever but also had a certain sense of humor. There was even Peking duck on the table.
Lin Qing: "There are too many dishes for two people to finish, so I only made four. Try them and see if they suit your taste: Peking duck, squirrel-shaped yellow croaker, braised shark fin, and winter melon soup." She sat next to me, constantly putting food in my bowl.
It was truly unexpected to find such authentic Chinese food in London. In Chinatown, I could only find heavily oiled and overly salty British Cantonese food.
Served with 1968 Longhe sugar-free baijiu, the shark fin tasted like cotton candy. Lin Qing, like a good wife, told me how to prepare shark fin in twelve hours. I must admit, just looking at her face, I would gladly swallow even dog shit.
"I want to see your vulva."
"Not full yet! So impatient,"
she said, but still stood up, took off her skirt, and looked at me: "Help me take off my underwear."
I touched her waist with both hands, feeling its smoothness, down to her ankles, her skin was smooth and soft, truly as the ancients described, skin like solidified cream.
Lin Qing sat on the table, her legs spread in an M shape. When I inserted my index finger, she let out a soft moan. Her vulva was warm, a beautiful pink, and very tight.
I pulled my finger out and smelled it; a faint scent of soap, she had already showered. I gently licked her clitoris, and her body trembled. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, and I even found it difficult to move it.
As I stirred her vulva with my fingers, I asked her, "Your height? Weight?"
"167 cm, 47 kg."
"Your measurements?"
"34D, 24, 34."
"When was the last time you were fucked?"
"Three months ago."
"Take off your shirt, I want to lick your nipples." She took off her clothes and removed her bra. That's right! 34D!
I buried my face between her breasts, and she pressed them together with her hands, squeezing my face between them and kneading them. Her breasts were fragrant and soft. I sucked on her nipple, gently circling it with my tongue. Her face gradually flushed, and her vulva became increasingly wet, making squelching sounds.
I pulled out my fingers and put them to her lips. Lin Qing sucked on her fingers, looking at me.
"Want to be fucked?"
"Yes, I want to die."
Ignoring the dishes she had spent all day preparing, which fell to the ground, I pressed Lin Qing onto the dining table and forcefully thrust my penis inside. It was the warmest thing I had ever tasted. Clumps of flesh squeezed up inside, and I thrust vigorously.
Lin Qing groaned, "Why are you in such a hurry? You wanted me to suck your cock as soon as you walked in, and you wanted to fuck me halfway through the meal."
I fucked her hard, my mind blank, all my senses focused on my penis, wanting to release my semen as quickly as possible. I didn't change positions, didn't try anything else, my body felt like it was on fire, my lower body was throbbing, and I just wanted to release this fire as quickly as possible.
When I ejaculated, she hugged me tightly, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging deep into my flesh. I thought that if Lin Qing was faking an orgasm, her acting skills could win an Oscar.
I gradually calmed down and sat back in my chair. Lin Qing knelt between my legs and licked my penis clean. She sucked the glans, carefully sucking up the last drop of semen.
I pointed to the pile of liquid on the table, a mixture of sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid. She didn't say anything and licked it clean.
She went back to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of rock sugar, white fungus, and bird's nest soup. I sat in my chair and watched her, naked, clean up the dishes on the floor.
As I ate bird's nest, suppressing the urge to fuck Lin Qing again, I thought back to how it all started. Would I ever see Qiu Liang again? Was he still alive? I ignored his warnings and took this step. What would happen next?
Interestingly, it all stemmed from an old, tired debate: "Why was Kennedy assassinated?"
Chapter One: The Death of Kennedy.
Qiu Liang was the best friend any novelist could hope for, even though he was really annoying. We had countless arguments, covering everything from politics, economics, culture, sports, music, and all sorts of other things. You could hear anything you couldn't imagine from him.
We were very good friends; very, very good friends, but I never really understood him. I didn't know his nationality. He could be Taiwanese, Beijinger, Shanghainese, Cantonese, Singaporean, American of Chinese descent, or British of Chinese descent.
He spoke Mandarin, but with a strange accent. Normally, you could easily tell where someone was from by their accent, but Qiu Liang had all sorts of accents and all sorts of profanities. Today he's cursing people, calling them "sons of bitches," tomorrow he's talking about how great we are, one moment saying "fuck your mother," the next "fuck your mom." You really can't tell where he's from?
Qiu Liang often talks about his colorful past, but the content is highly questionable. According to him, he sold houses in Hong Kong, ran a street stall in Taiwan, worked as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in Toronto, Canada, and was a bartender at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse in Beijing. I often joke that Qiu Liang has done everything except sell hamburgers on Mars.
Looking at the smile on Qiu Liang's face, you can tell he's very proud of this description; he genuinely believes he's had over fifty different jobs, knows everything, and can do everything.
If you start to question the timelines of these events—for example, how can someone simultaneously sell shapewear at Sincere Department Store in Shanghai and work as an assistant director of Category III films in Chicago—Qiu Liang will tell you that it doesn't matter.
Of course it doesn't matter! Who would consider the ramblings of a down-on-his-luck middle-aged man who smuggled himself to Britain and lives on fifty pounds a week from the British government as something important? At least that's what everyone thought at the time.
The six of us lived in one house, and to save money, we shared meals. Qiu Liang was usually the most talkative person at the dinner table, talking about his past and his views on the world situation. He would also tell us the secrets he knew and the conclusions he had drawn after careful consideration. Inevitably, almost every time, he would argue with everyone until they were red in the face, and the meal would end on a sour note.
Basically, I'm a skeptic; I doubt everything that's worthy of doubt. A novelist needs a broad mind and a rich imagination.
For example, if you told me that June 4th was instigated by the CIA, and that the CIA was controlled by the British M16, which in turn was led by the Russian KGB, ultimately controlled by Jewish groups, then I would seriously discuss it with you. After all, these things are still possible. But Qiu Liang's claims are unimaginable!
According to him, the aliens in the MIB movies are fake, but the entire organization and the memory eraser are real. The Gulf War didn't happen for oil; it happened because Hollywood needed big scenes for its films, paying the US and Iraqi armies to stage a battle, and no one from either country died during the entire process. Zhang Baosheng really had special abilities, but because he violated the taboos of cultivators during the Lunar New Year by eating twelve extra mutton dumplings, the Special Abilities Research Association decided to revoke his abilities, which is why he later lost them. Who would believe such nonsense?
According to Lao Ding, Qiu Liang's strange thoughts stemmed from being cooped up in a shipping container while smuggling himself into England. Xiao Guangdong even earnestly advised Qiu Liang to see a psychiatrist. He said, "Go to hell! Go get your weirdo cured. You don't have to pay for your treatment; the Queen of England will foot the bill. Why not?"
The two almost got into a fight, and the others had to hold them back. I told them to let him be; Qiu Liang wouldn't harm anyone. From then on, no one paid attention to Qiu Liang except me. He had an incredibly rich imagination, capable of giving me strange associations, and, as long as he wasn't too annoying, he was actually a very good friend.
But that didn't change the unfortunate fact. Qiu Liang was a paranoid, and a paranoid with delusions.
That night, Xiao Guangdong, Lao Ding, Lao Ding's two friends, and I sat in the living room watching TV. Oliver Stone's "Who Killed Kennedy" was playing. I had seen the movie twice, but Lao Ding had friends over, and I felt bad leaving, so I sat and chatted with them. Qiu Liang probably heard noises downstairs. He went down to take a look, said nothing, and then turned and went back upstairs.
Xiao Guangdong still remembered the last grudge and deliberately said, "If that lunatic on the second floor were to be the screenwriter for this movie, the mastermind behind Kennedy's murder would probably be Mao Zedong."
I thought, "That's it! People with delusions are most afraid of being called liars. This is going to be a good show."
As expected, Qiu Liang turned around and rushed downstairs, shouting, "Kennedy insisted on keeping both of them because he didn't follow the organization's rules, so the organization decided to kill him."
Lao Ding's two friends had never seen such a scene before and didn't know what to do. Fearing that the situation would get out of control, I pulled Qiu Liang to my room to sit down.
Qiu Liang said, "The organization wanted to take back Jacqueline, but Kennedy refused. The organization offered Marilyn Monroe as a bargaining chip. He wanted to keep both of them. In the end, he even wanted to destroy the organization's Cuban branch in South America. After a meeting at the top, it was decided to remove the obstacles and use the Vietnam War as a condition to exchange for the CIA killing him." That night, I entered an unimaginable world.
In this world, there are no national boundaries; everything you see is merely the surface. No one can know the secrets behind the secrets; everyone in the world is a willing idiot accepting lies. In this world, the organization controls everything; all decisions must go through the organization, from whether or not there should be a famine in Ethiopia to the winner of the Best Actress award at the Hundred Flowers Awards. It is said that the organization can decide whether you have rice or noodles for lunch today. The organization is omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent.
I said, "I've seen this hypothesis in X-Files."
Qiu Liang sighed and said, "The best way to hide a secret is for someone you won't believe to tell you half the truth. Now, X-Files' ratings are getting worse and worse, proving that the public's immunity to this topic is getting stronger. Once the public loses interest in this kind of topic, no one will believe that a secret government exists in this world anymore."
In fact, it's not just X-Files; many news reports, movies, stage plays, novels, music, comics, secretly filmed DVDs, and elections for betel nut beauties are all smokescreens carefully designed by the organization's mass control group.
For example, with qigong, to make people disbelieve in it, you first have to let them witness its miraculous effects. Once everyone believes, then have these qigong masters expose themselves as frauds on the spot. Afterward, most people, except for a few staunch believers, will think qigong is fake. Zhang Baosheng, Yan Xin, and Zhang Xiangyu in China, and Song Qili in Taiwan all used this method.
I thought to myself, 'Why listen to a madman spouting nonsense? The best way to stop him is to ask him questions he can't answer.'
"What's your job in the organization?" "
I'm an S-level chief controller in the Men's Desire Satisfaction Group, mainly responsible for providing satisfactory sexual services to valuable people."
The topic of "sex" always piques my interest, and this was the first time I felt that chatting with Qiu Liang wasn't boring. We talked all night, and for the vast majority of the time, Qiu Liang told me how to train special women, or women, to satisfy men's special needs. It was more exciting than anything you could see in any erotic novel or XXX-rated movie.
For example, a director at Mitsubishi Corporation in Japan likes women with the innocent face of a 12-year-old child, but the mature body of a 32-year-old, shoulder-length hair, a tight, virgin-like vagina, and the deep, murmuring moans of Matsuda Katsuko.
A Hong Kong film tycoon likes to have his goddaughter order her mother to lick her vulva while he's having his purebred German Shepherd, whom he's raised since childhood, penetrate her vulva.
"What I eat, Afu eats too," Qiu Liang relayed the film tycoon's words.
A Nobel Prize-winning physicist requested that a 16-year-old "real" female flute student from the Juilliard School in New York be designed to perform oral sex on him while he gives an academic lecture to a professor at MIT, hiding behind the lectern.
"It's probably just a sexual fantasy that can't be realized during puberty!" Qiu Liang said nonchalantly.
Just listening to him describe various scenarios made my penis hard. That was the first time I heard Qiu Liang speak without arguing with him; it was really exciting! Although another voice inside me told me that Xiao Guangdong was right. Qiu Liang was a paranoid, a paranoid with paranoid delusions of sexual perversion, and I should really persuade him to see a psychiatrist.
I was truly captivated by Qiu Liang's stories; he made me burning with lust, wanting to rush out and rape the first woman I saw, yet I couldn't bear not listening to these stories. I thought, if Qiu Liang were willing to tell me these erotic and stimulating perverted sexual stories every night, I would never find him annoying again and would be his best listener.
We talked all night long. After that, I never saw him again.
Chapter Two: The Super Pimp
"So, your job is like a pimp, a brothel owner, a prostitute, specializing in providing women to men, then your status in the organization must not be very high."
"You underestimate the influence of 'sex'!" His expression made me feel like an ignorant first-grade student.
"Think about it, how many major events in Chinese history have been influenced by women? The Shang Dynasty perished because of Daji, the Western Zhou Dynasty perished because of Bao Si, and if it weren't for Empress Dowager Cixi, China would still be under the rule of the Qing Dynasty. To put it more recently, without Jiang Qing, there would have been no Cultural Revolution."
"However..." Qiu Liang paused. "The Cultural Revolution was a special plan by the mass control group S21. Jiang Qing was lent to them. The plan got out of control in the later stages, so the organization just let go. I'll tell you about that next time."
It was unclear what he was trying to prove, but Qiu Liang listed various major events from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, in detail; from the Trojan War and the Trojan Horse to the inside story of the Duke of Windsor's abdication of the throne. The more he talked, the more excited he became, as if he had orchestrated all of these events.
"Men rule the world, women rule men," I originally wanted to hang this quote on the wall, but the higher-ups disagreed. No problem! I'll have all the team members recite it every morning when they wake up.
Undoubtedly, Qiu Liang regarded this quote as the most important maxim for driving history forward. I really didn't want to listen to Qiu Liang lecturing me on history.
"But your job is to listen to what kind of women those people want, then find those women and provide them with them. Is that difficult?"
"Not necessarily. Some are very simple, some are more difficult than you can imagine." Qiu Liang began to show pride.
"Let me explain the standard procedure first. First, before these people come to me, they will be assessed by the organization's personnel evaluation team to determine their level."
"If it's a general level, then they can only use the B-level service staff provided by our organization within the guesthouse. We have all kinds of women, from 16-year-old high school girls to 60-year-old grandmothers. These women don't need special training; you just need to make them obedient and let them have sex."
"We have guesthouses all over the world. General level staff can only 'use' these services within the guesthouse; we don't accept lending them out. The guesthouses are very private and safe. Wait a minute," Qiu Liang looked up and asked me, "You know about the Red Mansion, right?"
"What Red Mansion?" I thought for a moment, "Oh! Is it Lai Changxing's Red Mansion? You mean, Lai Changxing's Red Mansion is your guesthouse in China?"
"Guangdong No. 35 Guesthouse." Qiu Liang happily corrected me.
"Lai Changxing was originally the manager of the 21st Guesthouse in Hong Kong. He did a good job, so I promoted him to Guangdong. Who knew that this bastard wanted to run his own business on the side? He dared to secretly record a member of the Central Military Commission of China engaging in sadomasochistic acts without the organization's permission. This is unforgivable." "
He caused me to miss out on the Best Leadership Award that year, so when the action team was dealing with him in Canada, I personally cut off his testicles, mixed them with Lai Shuiqiang's testicles, blended them into juice, and watched him drink it. You didn't see his face; it was really interesting."
Qiu Liang laughed loudly. Clearly, it had been a long time since anyone had quietly listened to his nonsense and even agreed with him.
"And what about the women? How do you control them?"
"Finding B-grade women is easy! Money usually solves most problems. Sometimes, add a little threat, and they'll obey. You can't imagine, most women can be bought with money. Even so-called respectable women will agree as long as you can afford the price; few people can resist the temptation of money." "
The first type of woman is professional-grade. We have connections with many brothels, pornographic organizations, adult film actresses, strippers, bars, dance halls, saunas, and spas. These women have great figures, looks, and are very cooperative. You don't need to spend too much money to get her lying on the bed, legs spread, vulva open, waiting to be fucked. Of course, other positions are possible too. It's all up to you, just like spending tens of thousands of dollars to play with a high-class prostitute."
"This type of woman isn't very popular. Some people like women who make a living through sex, but most people prefer women who do ordinary jobs. Like nurses, high school students, teachers, college students, flight attendants, secretaries, models, police officers—that kind of woman."
I pretended to understand. "So you just have these professional women pretend to be students or nurses or something, that's really not difficult."
"Of course not! We're very honest." He shook his head vigorously, like someone selling counterfeit goods at a night market, trying to assure customers that the watch in his hand is a genuine Rolex 18k gold watch.
"Besides, finding these respectable women is very simple, not difficult at all!"
"There are already many women in society who are short of money and work part-time outside, but they are usually quite greedy. Money is not a problem for the organization. However, for the sake of secrecy, we can only pay a little higher than the usual rate, not too much."
"As long as these women believe that their little secret of prostitution outside will not be known to their families and colleagues, and with reasonable compensation, they will be very obedient." "
We are very trustworthy. As long as they don't raise prices, don't ask customers for tips, or ask questions they shouldn't ask, we won't circulate photos of them sucking penises."
"So, for your ordinary customers, you just let them have sex with a woman in the hostel. I think this is no different from a regular company entertaining clients," I said.
"It's not just one woman. We only have restrictions on rank, not quantity. You can call a high school girl, a teacher, and two policewomen, as long as they're available."
"Last year, the trend was 'older woman-younger woman pairings,' with teenage girls and mature women. I guess that gives men the feeling of having sex with both a mother and daughter at the same time! We don't need to be too nice to regular customers; they don't know about the organization, so this arrangement is enough to satisfy them. The real challenge is with high-ranking and top-tier customers; they really know how to cause me trouble."
Qiu Liang said with a wry smile.
"We can't be too nice to ordinary customers, otherwise they'll notice the organization's existence. But it's different with high-end customers. The organization requires us to meet all their needs, and these people are capable of having sex with any woman, child, pregnant woman, mother and daughter, sisters, or three generations of a family. Ordinary women simply can't satisfy them! That's why we developed A-level service staff."
"Training an A-level is difficult! Fortunately, we have a lot of physical research data to refer to. Like the research data of Unit 731 in Northeast China, Auschwitz Jewish concentration camp. It's getting harder and harder to find large-scale human research sites now. We only have some research sites in the United States, the Middle East, and Africa."
Qiu Liang started lecturing me on history again. I asked loudly, "What exactly did you do to these women?"
He was a little frightened by me. "Basically, we made them more suitable for sexual intercourse."
"The basic type of A-level has baby-like tender skin, a virgin-like tight vagina and anus. Our doctors will shorten and narrow their vaginas to ensure that the man's glans can enter the cervix and enjoy the feeling of contraction."
"Next, they must undergo sexual training, focusing on involuntary muscles like the vagina and throat. In this regard, Chinese Qigong, Indian Yoga, and Korean contortionism are very useful. They can cooperate with men in any position."
Qiu Liang said with a smile, "The actions that an A-level waitress can perform would scare an Olympic women's gymnastics gold medalist to death."
I asked, "How did you get them to do this?"
"Whether they are willing or not is not important, as long as they do it. Mind control is the most difficult. We have tried all sorts of methods, hypnosis, brainwashing, drugs, all of which can only achieve a one-time effect. What we want is long-term, permanent service. What is truly effective is religion. Only religion can have an internalized influence." "
This sounds very strange. Our training makes these women have all kinds of lewd physical reactions, such as flushed face, rapid breathing, and squirting during orgasm! But mentally, they are doing these things for a higher purpose. Only in this way can they be used again and again and have a stable performance."
I unconsciously fantasized about the image of a perfect woman in my mind. They are beautiful, skilled in sex, and possess a martyr-like spirit of sacrifice; no man can resist their allure.
"With women like these, you can control all the men in the world," I said enviously.
"No! You still have to solve the men's problem. I told you, the organization requires us to satisfy the needs of high-class clients; some are simply incapable of sex. I remember in the 1980s, we developed Blue No. 9 for President Reagan to completely solve this problem. There was no other way! He was just too old; ordinary aphrodisiacs didn't work on him."
"Blue Nine, that's easy to guess," I said confidently. "You mean the blue Viagra pill, right?"
Qiu Liang was pleased that I was immersed in his fictional world. "As soon as Reagan became President of the United States, he expanded government spending and increased military spending, a large portion of which we used to implement Project Blue. Unfortunately, he took too much and developed Alzheimer's disease. We warned him about the side effects." "Besides that
, we have to satisfy the sexual fantasies of our high-end clients. This requires the use of our team's psychological investigators. Our investigators can deduce your deep sexual fantasies from your daily habits and actions. For example, if you habitually cross your right leg over your left when sitting in a chair, it means you like anal sex. If you cross your leg and shake your right leg at the same time, it means you like being anally penetrated. This kind of research was already quite complete in Freud's time."
I quickly put my shaking right leg down and continued listening to him.
"As the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen affair, and a stolen affair is not as good as one you can't have. People are only sexually aroused by what they cannot have. High-end clients can have sex with almost any woman, so their sexual fantasies are particularly strange."
"We once converted a Japanese guesthouse into a school, allowing a former president of Toshiba to have sex with female students anywhere in the school, whether on the playground, in the toilet, or in the principal's office. He personally preferred to 'punish' female students in the classroom. He liked to make a dozen or so female students line up with their buttocks sticking out, and while he was having sex with their anuses, he would insert thumbtacks into their nipples. This caused us a lot of trouble! He left blood everywhere, and it took our cleaners two whole days to clean up the bloodstains."
Qiu Liang then began to list his various "great achievements," from how he deeply hypnotized the mother and aunt of a young Korean Go prodigy, allowing the prodigy to hide behind the door and watch his mother and aunt perform homosexual acts; to how he kidnapped the mother and daughter next door to the president of Harvard University, allowing the president to force the mother to use her fingers to spread open her daughter's virgin vagina so that he could have sex with her.
Finally, unable to resist the stimulation of this sexual fantasy, I asked him, "So what special mission are you doing now?"
"I've retired. Living like this for too long would drive anyone crazy! So I decided to accept the organization's generous early retirement plan. This is the second transition period; in another year, I can live a normal life. Everyone else is drunk but I'm sober; the transition period is really tough. Nobody knows that this world is controlled by a great organization. Nobody knows how this world works, nobody believes me, they won't even listen to me." "
Isn't it okay for you to tell me so much about the organization?"
Qiu Liang gave me a slight smile and asked, "Do you believe what I'm saying?"
Although I didn't want to hurt him, I still shook my head.
"That's right! You won't believe me, and nobody else will believe you. Even if you do believe me, so what? You still have a normal life to live. For ordinary people, the organization doesn't exist, and you can't find any evidence to prove its existence. But... you can't tell anyone about these things. The organization won't do anything to me, but it might not be so to you! I'm going back to my room to sleep. We'll talk again tomorrow."
Qiu Liang turned and left. He paused, then turned back to me and said, "Remember! The most painful thing is to be the only one sober when everyone else is drunk. Don't forget that!!"
I lay back on the bed, recalling the story Qiu Liang had told me, and drifted off to sleep. In my sleep, I had one erotic dream after another. When I woke up, I discovered that I had had a wet dream! It was the first time I had had a wet dream since I was 13. When I went to the living room, Xiao Guangdong told me that Qiu Liang had moved out.
Chapter Three: The New Tenant's Asshole
After Qiu Liang moved out, life became much easier. At the dinner table, I no longer heard Xiao Guangdong arguing loudly with him about meaningless issues. More importantly, a week after Qiu Liang moved out, I started having sex and had sex with the new tenant's asshole.
The two women who came to see Lao Ding that day were sisters. They came to ask if there were any cheap rooms nearby, but Qiu Liang had moved out without a word, and the two sisters moved into his vacant room the next day.
The sisters were Chinese. The older sister, Yingying, was Lao Ding's classmate, and the younger sister, Xiaoru, had only arrived in England four days earlier and was looking for a language school. Lao Ding was known for being overly helpful; if someone asked him for a favor, especially a beautiful woman, he would do anything for them. Without even asking us, he assured us that they could move in, saying he would take care of everything. And just like that, two beautiful girls joined our room, which made everyone very happy.
Girls are different! As soon as they moved in, they started cleaning thoroughly, sweeping the living room, kitchen, stairs, inside and out, until everything was spotless. While scrubbing the toilet, Yingying exclaimed, "How can anyone live in such a filthy place!"
After my cooking dinner the first night, my younger sister said she had nothing else to do and would cook all three meals until she found a school. The next morning, the table was surprisingly laden with congee, salted peanuts, scrambled eggs with vegetables, stir-fried spinach, dried anchovies, and steamed minced meat with salted fish. As I walked downstairs, I heard her calling from the kitchen,
"Everyone come back early tonight, we're making dumplings!"
Old Ding, sipping his congee, remarked with emotion that after so many years in England, he finally felt a sense of home. It all happened quite naturally. It was Saturday night, the sixth day since Yingying and Xiaoru moved in, and we held a welcome party for the two sisters. Everyone loved the two sisters. The frugal little Cantonese girl spent a whopping sixty-five pounds on two lobsters weighing over a pound each in Chinatown, and Old Ding brought out his treasured Jiannanchun liquor, which he had brought from China years ago.
Everyone was very happy that night, and the next day, Sunday, everyone drank heartily. Everyone finished the bottle of Jiannanchun liquor and still felt it wasn't enough. I even went outside and bought two bottles of whiskey. Everyone drank a lot, and everyone got drunk.
I stumbled back to my room, still dressed, and went to bed. When I woke up, I found my older sister Yingying lying next to me, and my younger sister Xiaoru curled up on a chair by the door. I checked that I was still dressed and knew nothing had happened; they were probably drunk and had wandered into the wrong room. I gently moved, wanting to get out quickly without waking them, and just as I was about to get out of bed, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my waist. Yingying looked at me, her eyes burning with desire.
"Come on!"
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind. I'd only known Yingying for less than a week, and I'd always been very proper with her. How could something like this happen? She started taking off her clothes, throwing them on the floor one by one, and sat half-upright on the bed, thrusting out her chest.
"You know, you want it, and I want it too, come on!"
Yingying rubbed her breasts with her right hand, pinching her nipples with her index finger and thumb, her legs spread wide, exposing her vulva in front of me, her left hand rubbing her clitoris downwards, moaning. A beautiful woman lay on the bed, her chest thrust out, her legs spread, saying "Come on!" What else is there to say? Go for it! Seeing me standing there motionless by the bed, Yingying crawled to the edge of the bed, pulled down my pants, and took my glans into her mouth, sucking hard.
"So hard, come on! I can't wait."
I pounced on her, grabbing my penis and shoving it into her vulva. Yingying spread her legs like an octopus, wrapping them around my waist, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging into my flesh.
"Oh~ fuck me, fuck me, harder! Fuck me harder..."
I hadn't touched a woman since coming to England, and amidst Yingying's loud moans, I quickly ejaculated. Yingying released her hands, her cheeks flushed, and pounded my chest.
"How could you be so fast! I was just starting to feel anything, and you came."
"Sis's so wild, of course he'd explode right away. Maybe a little stimulation is enough to help him get up faster." Xiaoru's voice rang out behind me. She had already taken off her clothes and was walking towards us.
Xiaoru pouted, looking very aggrieved, and said, "Every time there's a new guy, you're always the one who goes first. Next time, wait for me, okay?"
"It's been so long since I licked my sister's pussy. I love it when my brother-in-law plays with my sister and then eats
the semen inside her pussy." I sat on a chair by the wall, watching my younger sister play with my older sister's pussy. My younger sister's breasts were much bigger than my older sister's. Xiaoru raised her buttocks and buried her head between Yingying's legs, carefully licking the semen inside her pussy clean. She curled her tongue up and stuck it into her pussy, scooping out the semen, then pressed her whole mouth against her vulva and sucked hard. I could see the hollowing of Xiaoru's cheeks.
Yingying enjoyed her younger sister's service. She rubbed her breasts with both hands and shouted loudly, "Deeper...deeper oh~ oh~ oh~ oh~ lick deeper! Bite my clitoris, it feels so good...bite my clitoris, it feels so good~ oh oh~ oh~ oh don't stop! Harder...deeper..."
I went over, touched Xiaoru's buttocks, and inserted my fingers into her pussy. Her pussy was very wet, hot and wet. As I stirred my fingers, it quickly made a sound. She turned to look at me: "Lick my pussy, my pussy is so itchy, lick my pussy."
Xiaoru's pussy was a beautiful pink, the red labia representing that this seventeen-year-old girl was very fresh, not many people had used this beautiful pink vulva. I pressed my whole face against this beautiful pink paradise, my tongue licking Xiaoru's vulva, the lustful fluid gushing out of her pussy so much that it dripped onto the bed. Her vulva trembled, her buttocks raised high, welcoming my licking.
Yingying shouted loudly: "So good... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ I'm going to orgasm! Lick me... Deeper oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Lick my pussy harder!"
Xiaoru moved her body away, and I forcefully thrust my hard penis into Yingying's pussy, pumping vigorously, her pussy was so wet, so slippery, so tight...
"I'm going to heaven! Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Fuck me harder, it feels so good... Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Fuck my hole harder, it feels so good... So good... I'm going to heaven... Harder, harder, oh~ Oh~"
Yingying screamed, her eyes rolled upwards, her whole body tensed, and clumps of flesh squeezed up inside her vagina, squeezing my penis so hard it hurt! In an instant, her whole body collapsed on the bed like a lump of mud, panting heavily.
Xiaoru: "You haven't ejaculated yet! One orgasm isn't enough for my sister, come on, fuck her asshole again, she likes to pass out from orgasm and then be woken up by fucking her asshole, and then have a second orgasm. Come on! I'll help my sister wet her asshole, so it won't hurt her and it'll be easier for you to fuck her."
Xiaoru turned her sister over, put two pillows under her waist, and made Yingying stick her buttocks up, showing me her two beautiful holes.
"My sister's asshole is very pretty, isn't it!" Xiaoru licked Yingying's asshole with her tongue, her tongue circling around the asshole. She spat a lot of saliva onto her anus and was thrusting her index finger in and out. Yingying was like a lump of soft dough
, letting her sister do whatever she wanted with her. My penis was painfully hard, and regardless of whether Yingying's anus was wet enough, I grabbed my penis, aimed the glans at her anus, and forcefully pushed it in. As soon as the glans went in, Yingying screamed, "It hurts, it hurts! My anus hurts so much, don't fuck my anus! Pull it out! Don't fuck my anus!" I didn't care about her, and once her anus was loose, I thrust in and out vigorously.
Xiaoru lay in front of Yingying, spread her legs, and raised her vulva to play with her own vagina in front of her sister.
"Sister, lick my vagina, don't scream, lick my vagina."
I grabbed Yingying's waist with both hands and thrust hard, Xiaoru's two big breasts swaying in front of me. She was enjoying Yingying licking her vagina, and under my forceful thrusting, Yingying quickly reached another orgasm. Xiaoru also screamed loudly under her sister's licking. Amidst the sisters' screams, I tightly embraced Yingying's buttocks, my penis deeply penetrating her rectum, ejaculating deep inside.
I held Xiaoru, my hands kneading her large breasts; my tongue entered her mouth, intertwining with hers. Yingying lay on the bed, still recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm. Holding the two sisters in my arms, this was my first time engaging in a threesome, and with two sisters no less! So exciting! I never dreamed sex could be so stimulating. I'd
known these sisters for less than a week, and I hadn't seduced them—not because I didn't want to, but because I didn't dare! Now they lay on my bed, the older sister having just been anally penetrated, the younger sister's tongue swirling in my mouth, sucking my saliva. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'm poor, not good-looking, I never even dared to dream of such a thing, yet now these two sisters lay beside me.
The best part was that I didn't say a word or make any demands throughout the entire process. The sisters directed me like they were their toys. And I loved this sex experience! It made me realize that sleeping with my girlfriend before was just a routine, nothing special.
If this was a dream, I never, ever, ever, ever, ever want to wake up. This was heaven, the heaven every man dreams of, a sexual paradise! What I didn't know was that soon after, this kind of sisterly lovemaking wouldn't give me much excitement anymore. After experiencing sadomasochism, mother-daughter lovemaking, sleeping with famous women, and all sorts of bizarre sex games, sleeping with a pair of sisters was like taking a walk in the park, just an after-dinner pastime, without any excitement.
In any case, it was Yingying and Xiaoru who opened up all sorts of possibilities for my sex life. I will always remember these sisters, even though our time together was only a few months long.
"Sister, no! My throat is blocked, I can't swallow it." Xiaoru coughed loudly, spitting out my penis, and looked back at Yingying. Yingying's tongue was licking Xiaoru's high, round buttocks, making them glisten with saliva.
Yingying pulled Xiaoru away, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her mouth. She swallowed the glans whole, then stretched her throat, swallowing my penis inch by inch. Finally, she pressed her nose against my lower abdomen and swallowed my entire penis, forcefully spitting it out, each time taking the glans all the way down her throat.
It felt so good! I felt like I was about to ejaculate inside Yingying's mouth, so I grabbed her hair and pulled it back to stop her.
Yingying called her sister over. "Xiaoru, you need to practice more. The key is to keep your mouth and throat in a straight line. Open your mouth and throat as wide as possible and swallow hard until your nose touches your lower abdomen. Then close your lips, being careful not to bite my penis with your teeth. Don't hold your breath; breathe deeply through your nose, and then slowly spit my penis out. Remember! Swallow it in quickly and spit it out slowly. Don't forget to tighten your lips; that's how he'll feel pleasure. Now, it's your turn to try."
Xiaoru swallowed my penis again, swallowing hard until the head of my penis was against her throat. I heard her breathing heavily; this time, she swallowed the entire penis. Suddenly, she coughed loudly and spat my penis out.
"The head of my penis is against my throat, I feel like throwing up!" Xiaoru said to Yingying while coughing.
"Xiaoru, you've practiced a lot, you'll get used to it! Now it's my turn." Yingying straddled my waist, inserting the head of my penis into her wet vagina, and vigorously swayed it against my lower abdomen. I grabbed her two breasts that were swaying in front of my eyes and rubbed them hard. Xiaoru lay on top of me and kissed me, her heavy breasts pressing against my chest and rubbing against me. Our tongues intertwined, her saliva was so sweet, I sucked on her tongue until we were both out of breath before we separated.
"Eat my hole, stick your tongue into my hole, the deeper the better. Bite my clitoris, bite my clitoris hard! Eat my whole hole into your belly."
Xiaoru sat on my face with her whole buttocks, pressing her vagina against my mouth. Her vagina was wet, making my whole face sticky. My tongue went deep into her vagina and licked, she pressed down hard, wanting me to stick my tongue in a little more, my face was almost flattened.
"Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ So good, your cock is so hard! My pussy feels so good, oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ I'm going to die, I'm going to heaven, oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ So good~ So good..." Yingying thrust on my lower abdomen, she was half-squatting, her buttocks swaying up and down vigorously, my cock going in and out of her hole, each time going into the deepest part of her hole.
Xiaoru leaned forward, grabbing her sister's breasts with both hands: "Sister, kiss me, sister, kiss me, oh~~ oh~~ oh~~ so good, my pussy is melting, bite my clitoris... oh~~ oh~~ oh~ so good, so good, sister, kiss me, oh~~ oh~ oh~ oh~ sister, kiss me..."
Yingying leaned forward, the two sisters kissing passionately, their tongues intertwined, saliva dripping onto my chest. Yingying and Xiaoru shouted excitedly, the two sisters dancing wildly on my body. Yes! They were dancing a sexual dance on my body. In an instant, pleasure filled the three of us, connecting our bodies together. We could feel each other trembling, pleasure spreading from our bodies outwards, filling the entire room, accumulating more and more, finally reaching its peak, the whole world exploded, even we ourselves ceased to exist.
This was my second ejaculation that day. Since Yingying and Xiaoru got drunk and came to my bed, I had been in this sexual paradise for a month. Every day was the same: endless sex. These sisters always had new tricks up their sleeves, making me forget everything else. I had no questions; all I thought about was sex, making love, anal sex, oral sex, and having sex with someone.
Deep down, I knew it couldn't be that simple; there was no such thing as a free lunch. Two sisters I'd only just met, who had slept with me after getting drunk, and this continued—I never dreamed it would happen to me.
I tried asking Yingying why she wanted to sleep with me. She always gave me the same answer:
"You want it, I want it, we're both happy, what's wrong with that?"
It was obviously an excuse, but I never pressed her further. At the same time, Yingying would usually unbutton her shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts, and put her nipples in my mouth. No one can speak with a nipple in their mouth. I could have persisted in asking, but I loved this relationship, and too many questions might ruin it all. I had never lived such a happy life before. We made love all day long; our entire lives consisted of nothing but eating, sleeping, and various sexual activities.
I knew very well that Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong knew about my relationship with Yingying and her sister. We made love everywhere, and Yingying and Xiaoru's moans were so loud they could have blown the roof off. The old wooden house in England wasn't very soundproof, so it was impossible for Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong not to have heard. They never said anything. That's how it is abroad; everyone comes and goes, only temporarily gathering together. Everyone just takes care of their own business and doesn't meddle in other people's affairs.
In this way, the whole house became our sex playground. These two sisters had endless tricks up their sleeves. Whether it was oral sex, anal sex, breast sex, or even performing lesbian acts of licking each other's genitals, they could do it all, and they did it very naturally. Making love with them was a very enjoyable experience.
It wasn't that I had never been with a woman's virginity; I had a few girlfriends before, but having sex with my girlfriends was very normal and formulaic. My previous girlfriends were cooperative in bed. I could ask them to do all sorts of positions, and they would comply with my wishes. Except for anal sex, none of them would let me have sex with their anus. My ex-girlfriends would agree
to any reasonable request I made in the bedroom. I could tell from their expressions that they didn't like me moving their bodies around. They agreed because they loved me and wanted to make me happy. Yingying and Xiaoru, these two sisters, are completely different from my previous girlfriends. These two girls are practically born for sex. Whenever we're together, they think about sex constantly and have all sorts of different tricks up their sleeves…
It has nothing to do with love. Although Yingying and Xiaoru haven't said it, it's obvious that our relationship is only based on sex. I don't understand them, and they don't want to know about me. All they do is keep having sex, having sex, having sex, having sex, having sex, having sex! I've never lived like this before, and I never knew my body could be in a state of constant arousal. I ejaculated again and again under the stimulation of Yingying and Xiaoru, each time a different experience, each time a different orgasm.
Over the course of this month, our sex life was different every time. The sisters came up with all sorts of dirty and lewd sex games. The younger sister, Xiaoru, liked to lick penises and drink semen. Every time I ejaculated, she would scoop the semen out of her vagina and eat it. Sometimes she would suck the semen out of her older sister's vagina and then kiss her. Watching my semen spitting back and forth between the two sisters' mouths was really interesting.
Recently, Xiaoru has become obsessed with swallowing penises. Every time, she tries to swallow the whole penis, coughing until her face turns bright red.
The older sister, Yingying, has a bit of an exhibitionist tendency. She likes to pull my hand into her underwear and touch her vagina while we eat. After the meal, her underwear is completely soaked, leaving a puddle of vaginal fluid on the chair. After everyone else goes upstairs, we'll have sex in the dining room without taking off our clothes. It's hilarious; the younger sister keeps watch at the bottom of the stairs to see if anyone is coming down, while the older sister has sex with me in the dining room—it's so exciting! Several times we had to stop halfway through, waiting for Lao Ding to finish making tea and go upstairs before resuming.
It was a very enjoyable experience; ordinary people would immerse themselves in Yingying and Xiaoru's bodies, enjoying this sexual pleasure, just like me. What I didn't know was that soon after, I would no longer be an ordinary person, and one could even say that I would no longer be a normal person sexually.
I still miss that time; I knew nothing, and my whole life consisted of having sex with these two sisters. My philosophy teacher was right... ignorance is bliss.
Chapter Four: Red and Green.
Life was so joyful, having sex with two beautiful women every day. Yingying and Xiaoru would moan softly beneath me every day, completely obedient to me. Since I started having sex, I hadn't left the house for a long time; the outside world was completely unimportant to me.
My room was always filled with a smell mixed with cigarette smoke, alcohol, semen, sweat, and vaginal fluid, which just wouldn't dissipate. It's hard to imagine that I would become like this. Many things I wanted to do before, or things I couldn't even imagine, have now become commonplace, like having dinner every day; different sexual games are like whether dinner is rice or noodles. Sigh! These two sisters have corrupted me.
Now, I don't just enjoy their services; I've gradually come to enjoy directing them to do some rather unusual things. For example, before, Xiaoru and Yingying would do enemas themselves in the bathroom without letting me watch. Now, every day I insert anal plugs into their anuses, letting a liter of soapy water churn inside, seeing who can endure it the longest.
It must be incredibly painful, because I can see beads of sweat appearing on their plump buttocks, their anuses bulging and gushing fecal matter. Yingying and Xiaoru must endure it for a long time until they can't take it anymore. Then the whole process is repeated, the sisters laughing as they give each other enemas, me inserting anal plugs until the gushing water is clean. Throughout the entire process, they maintain a smile on their faces.
This is what bothers me the most. They don't need to endure the pain, yet I don't dare to actually do anything to them. Yingying and Xiaoru, however, seem to enjoy it immensely, and they don't show any signs of pain, maintaining happy smiles the whole time.
How can I put it? These sisters weren't real people; they were like talking, moving, electric plastic dolls plugged in with batteries. They understood all about sex, obeyed all my commands, never refused or resisted, willingly accepted everything, and always had a smile on their faces. Being with them made me forget everything else. All I could think about were new ways to play with them; I spent far less time dressed than naked! It all felt so unreal.
Yingying and Xiaoru, like fairies fallen from the sky, suddenly appeared in my life. From then on, the three of us stopped working, stopped going to school, and never even left the house. We did nothing but make love. It was too perfect; it couldn't be possible. They weren't shy, didn't get angry, didn't resist, and never questioned my actions. To put it more bluntly, they had no souls!
In the years that followed, I often reflected on it all. I admit, I knew clearly from the beginning that there was a problem. If I had wanted, I could have simply persisted in questioning them and escaped. Why didn't I expose them? Although it was all fake, I preferred to live in that illusory world. I was afraid that if I asked a question, that beautiful bubble would burst, Yingying and Xiaoru would disappear, and I would return to my mundane daily life. The longer the beautiful dream lasted, the better; ideally, I would never wake up.
From ancient times to the present, there is no banquet that doesn't end, nor is there a beautiful dream that doesn't end. That day, Yingying and Xiaoru were still in bed when Xiao Guangdong called me out for tea, saying he hadn't spoken to me in a long time. Drinking tea was Xiao Guangdong's only hobby. He was very particular about it. The teapot he used was an ancient Yixing purple clay pottery pot, and the tea was a special Hangzhou West Lake Baihao Yuqian Longjing tea. The water he used was Canadian Arctic glacial mineral water. His tea-brewing movements were somewhat similar to those of Taiwanese people drinking old-fashioned tea, but much more delicate. Drinking tea with him was a very enjoyable experience.
The two men sat in the dining room drinking tea, chatting idly. I was afraid he would ask about the sisters, Yingying and Xiaoru, but Xiao Guangdong didn't mention them at all, as if they didn't exist. Suddenly, Xiao Guangdong became serious, stopped talking, and stared at something behind me. Old Ding came downstairs at some point and stood behind me, also silently watching Xiao Guangdong. The two of them just stared at each other. After
a while, Xiao Guangdong lowered his head and poured two cups of tea, one a third full, placing it on my left, and the other almost overflowing, placing it on my right, looking up at me. I had no idea what was going on. Old Ding had already drunk the tea on my right, then he turned the cup upside down, pinching the bottom with his thumb and ring finger, and placed it on top of the teacup on my left.
Then, he actually recited a poem: "The Jade River is ever green, the mountains are verdant, the general dismounts to inquire about the situation, leaning on the banner of righteousness, he laughs and lays bare his loyal heart, carrying wine as he travels, a million strong men are enjoying themselves, how can thousands of strong men be lonely, sitting alone with a lamp watching the evening on the pond, his dim fame and glory are now just a distant memory."
Little Guangdong stood up, clasped his hands in a fist, "Knowing that there was a hero of the Green Gang here, you have been guarding this loophole outside the door, even having two sisters keep him occupied day and night to prevent him from leaving. I only wanted to ask him a few questions, but you didn't even give me a little face, insisting on revealing your identity and blocking my way. Does the Green Gang have no regard for the rules of the martial world?" "You want to overturn the 15-year history of my Hongmen in Britain?"
Old Ding stepped forward, standing face to face with Little Guangdong. "Brother, you're overthinking it. Our gang has always treated all sorts of British and Chinese traitors with utmost respect. Back when Mr. Sun Yat-sen served as the head of the San Francisco Triad's punishment hall, the Hongmen expanded its territory and has since established a solid foundation and great power. This is common knowledge. However, to be fair, when Mr. Sun Yat-sen disembarked at the Liverpool docks, he was invited by the Imperial Secret Service to stay at the Qing Dynasty's Embassy in London for several nights. I've never heard anyone in the underworld say that Britain is the Hongmen's territory."
"The tea is delicious, but words are hard to say. Just now, I held back some face out of consideration for our shared martial arts world. If you don't appreciate it, fine, but you still have the audacity to reveal the old stories of my Hongmen from over a hundred years ago. Does your esteemed gang truly believe that my Hongmen has no one left in England?"
"Hongmen members are all over the world. Your gang has always been open to all, recruiting disciples like Han Xin commanding his troops, without distinguishing between good and bad, the more the better. Who dares to say that the Hongmen has no one left? Although the Grand Master of the Eastern Pavilion of the Tiren Hall, one of the three outer halls of our gang, has retired from the martial arts world and become a monk, he still has you by his side at all times. If you say you are fulfilling your duties as a host, yet you do not reveal your identity, this behavior truly conforms to the third of the seven major rules of the Hongmen in the martial arts world: to be open and aboveboard."
"Others may not see through the scheme, but it can't be hidden from me. Your esteemed gang's predecessor has been feigning madness in this room for over a year, without letting out a single word. My Hongmen doesn't believe he's truly insane. If my actions are considered dishonest, why do you, as a fellow member of his gang, stay by his side, not revealing your identity and addressing him as a fellow disciple, to reminisce about our shared gang tradition?"
"Our gang's actions don't require guidance from fellow martial artists. Although our predecessor has left the sect, the bond remains. As juniors, we naturally cannot disturb his peace."
"Peace? We two unfortunate brothers have plenty of peace now. We've been keeping watch outside this door day and night, listening to his lewd sounds with those two sisters. The Hongmen has searched high and low for your gang's mad predecessor, and I suspect your gang doesn't know his whereabouts either. Otherwise, why would you go to the trouble of keeping him in this room with those two sisters?"
"Speaking frankly is reasonable. Since you know our gang has invested heavily, this man should naturally be in our hands. Why are you blocking our way and refusing to let us pass?"
"Just now, I kept saying he was an outsider, and that wasn't just empty talk. He didn't go to the Green Gang's main hall to kowtow and burn incense. If we're talking about investing heavily, the house you and he are currently residing in is owned by my Hongmen. Our investment is no less than your gang's. This outsider is the last person your gang's predecessors dealt with; we can surely extract something from him."
I sat in my chair like a fool, listening for a long time before I understood what they were talking about. It wasn't that I couldn't understand, but rather that this kind of dialogue should only appear in martial arts novels. The Green Gang and the Hongmen, these two major sects that have dominated the Chinese martial arts world for four hundred years, still exist today. Qiu Liang is still the Grand Master of the Eastern Pavilion of the Outer Three Halls, and Yingying and Xiaoqing were brought by Lao Ding, who is also a member of the Green Gang.
Their conversation answered some of my questions, but also raised more. I desperately wanted to ask questions, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Worst of all, the target of these two gangs' conflict was me, and I had no idea what was going on or what they wanted me to do. Undoubtedly, it all had to do with Qiu Liang, but I didn't take his ramblings seriously at all; I didn't even remember what he'd ever said to me.
Because I needed background information for my novel, I'd read some historical documents about the origins of old gangs and knew a little about the history of the Green Gang and the Hongmen. The long-circulated saying, "Red flower, green leaf, white lotus root, the three religions were originally one family," refers to the Hongmen, the Green Gang, and the White Lotus Sect. Of these three, the White Lotus Sect has the longest history, the Green Gang has the strictest organization, and the Hongmen has the most disciples. The White Lotus Sect
's origins can be traced back to the mid-Yuan Dynasty; it was a religion combining Buddhism, Manichaeism, Taoism, and various folk beliefs. Later, it gave rise to various other sects, such as the Ming Cult, the Luo Cult, the Yiguandao, the Hongyang Society, the White Lotus Society, and the Boxer Rebellion. Its doctrines were simple and easy to understand, readily integrated into the daily lives of ordinary people. Therefore, it spread widely. Coupled with its worldly philosophy, it was used to rally support and incite unrest during periods of political turmoil and dynastic change. Its immense influence was evident in every upheaval; during times of peace, it went underground to evade capture by those in power. The
Green Gang, also known as the Canal Gang, was originally a cooperative organization among sailors transporting salt and grain on the Grand Canal. During the Qianlong era of the Qing Dynasty, with official tacit approval, the Green Gang obtained a monopoly on the North and South Canals, thus expanding its power. At its peak, it was said that wherever there was water and boats, there were Green Gang members, demonstrating its immense influence. Essentially, the Green Gang was a labor union-like organization founded on economic factors. Compared to the other two major gangs, it had less political ambition and was less subject to the suspicion and suppression of those in power.
The Hongmen, also known as the Heaven and Earth Society, was an underground organization formed by Ming Dynasty loyalists to resist Qing rule. Strictly speaking, it was an alliance of anti-Qing organizations from various regions. The Shanghai Small Swords Society, the Sichuan Gelaohui, and the Guangdong Triads were all nominally part of the Hongmen system.
A notable difference was that, to avoid persecution by the Qing Dynasty, the Hongmen had long planned to establish organizations abroad. Organizations like the Hong Kong Sun Yee On and Sun Hop On, and the San Francisco Triads, all originated from the Hongmen. As Chinese immigrants increased overseas, its power grew even greater. Foreigners knew that the real management of local Chinatowns was not by their own country's police force, but by local Chinese gangs. In other words, Chinatown was a Chinese city independent of one's home country.
During the Qing Dynasty, the power of these gangs was unimaginable to modern people. They were essentially another form of underground government, frequently clashing with the government. Examples include the Boxer Rebellion in Shandong, the Shanghai Small Swords Society's anti-Qing uprising, and the American Triads' substantial funding of revolutionaries. One could even argue that gangs were a major force in overthrowing the Qing Dynasty.
A short story illustrates the immense power of secret societies during the Qing Dynasty. Legend has it that when Zuo Zongtang was quelling the Hui Rebellion in Xinjiang, he discovered one morning during morning exercises that most of his soldiers were missing. Upon inquiring with his attendants, he learned that the leader of the Heaven and Earth Society's Green Dragon Hall was passing through Ningxia, and his soldiers had all gone to see him off. To effectively manage his troops, Zuo Zongtang had to join the society himself, establishing his own branch, thus ensuring the soldiers'
obedience. As the world changed, the government's ability to directly govern the people increased significantly, and the ancient secret societies gradually declined. Today, these societies are reduced to shady dealings, smuggling, drug trafficking, and forcing women into prostitution; their organizations are loose, untrustworthy, and devoid of their former power.
Listening to the argument between Little Guangdong and Old Ding, these long-buried memories resurfaced. These events from a century ago seemed to come alive before my eyes, as if I had returned to that ancient era. Just as I was recalling these events, Old Ding's loud shout pulled me back to reality.
"Since we can't reach an agreement, let's just part ways and start our own businesses."
I came to my senses and saw Old Ding's left hand on my shoulder, his right hand gripping a gun, the muzzle not pointed at Little Guangdong, but at my head.
"This room is Hongmen territory. I can't cheat you, but creating this loophole doesn't violate the oath we made when the Seven Gangs and Eight Societies formed an alliance."
Little Guangdong sat back in his chair and said calmly, "That won't scare me. If you wanted to exploit this loophole, you could have done it already. You wouldn't have needed those two sisters to accompany him in his debauchery. This kid definitely knows Qiu Liang's whereabouts. You think you can just part ways like this? Not so easy."
He paused, a strange smile appearing on his face. "Don't forget that you are currently in Hongmen's territory. Although I can't set up the Anti-Yin Yang Five Elements Mystery Formation in England, I still have the ability to protect myself."
"I know the tea is 'Thousand-Day Intoxication,' and the outside is 'Bone-Softening Powder.' You let this opportunity pass before taking the antidote. I won't drink the Hongmen's 'welcome tea' unprepared. Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve. Bring them on, I'll take them all."
Old Ding's voice grew louder and louder. He pressed hard on my shoulder with his left hand, the pain almost making me scream. Then he released his grip, and I fell backward like a lump of mud, the gun falling to the ground.
Little Guangdong picked up the gun and pointed it at Old Ding's forehead. "You overlooked the 'Awakening Fragrance' on his clothes. What's worse, your gang issued the Green Bamboo Order this morning, asking all the Jianghu comrades to clean house. A true man acts with integrity. There are no personal grudges involved in today's matter. Explain yourself clearly, lest you become a confused ghost on your way to the Yellow Springs."
A gunshot rang out, blood splattered on me, and Old Ding died. Little Guangdong pulled me upstairs, pushed open the door, and Yingying and Xiaoru were still lying naked on the bed. He kicked Yingying, then with a flick of his right hand, revealed a gleaming dagger, which he plunged into Xiaoru's buttocks. Blood gushed out, staining a large patch of the bedsheet red.
Xiaoru didn't cry out in pain. She showed no fear whatsoever. The two sisters rubbed their eyes, looking at us curiously, even with smiles on their faces. Xiao Guangdong unbuckled his belt, pulled out his penis, and nodded to Xiaoru, 'Come here and suck it properly, I need to pee.'
Turning to me, he said, 'These two girls are under the influence of the Xiangxi Paijiao Corpse-Transporting Puppet Technique. Originally used to transport those who died far from home back to their hometowns, the victims obey commands, without soul, spirit, pain, suffering, knowledge, or feeling, thus able to travel thousands of miles without fatigue. They are not hungry without food. After the caster dies, the technique remains, turning them into living dead. After seventy-two full moons, their bodies grow white hair, their eyes glow green, and they transform into zombies.'
"When used on living people, they look no different from ordinary people. They can talk and laugh, eat and sleep, and obey the caster's commands, just like these sisters. Old Ding ordered them to have sex with you, so whatever you asked them to do, they would happily obey without any thought of resistance. Now that Old Ding is dead, they are no longer controlled by the caster, and they will listen to anyone and do anything."
Watching Xiaoru's high buttocks with a dagger stuck in them, her head raised, mouth open, swallowing Xiao Guangdong's urine in large gulps, and then carefully licking his penis clean afterward, I felt a pang of pain. So they really weren't human; they were living, breathing humanoid toys. Yingying crawled to my feet and started to pull down my pants. I felt disgusted and slapped her hard. Five red marks appeared on Yingying's face, but she still looked at me with a smile, as if waiting for my command.
"You'll do anything, right?" Yingying nodded, her face still smiling despite the red marks.
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. Isn't what I have every man's dream? Two beautiful sisters, completely devoted to me, willing to do anything, capable of anything, never tired, never afraid of pain, never fickle, never bored with me. Anyone who has these sisters should be content. Why am I not happy at all? I just feel this is all so incredibly absurd!
They are toys, robots that only obey commands. They can walk, they can laugh, they can make me orgasm in any way I can't even imagine. But they are not real people; they are toys. Suddenly, I feel so tired. Watching Yingying try her best to please me, I feel no interest whatsoever; my penis can't even get hard.
Maybe it's because this is all too absurd! I quietly watch as Xiao Guangdong puts his penis back into his pants, pulls the dagger from Xiaoru's buttocks, tells the two sisters to sit side by side on the edge of the bed, raise their heads, straighten their necks, and then slowly slices the dagger across their necks. The two sisters die on my bed, smiles on their faces, dying on my bed.
From this moment on, the real world collapses! Everything I knew before was gone; these two sisters died before my eyes. I could dismiss Qiu Liang's words as nonsense, baseless ravings. I could disregard Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong's conversation; who knows if those century-old feuds were true or false? Heaven knows what grudge Xiao Guangdong held against Lao Ding that compelled him to be killed. I could even bury my head in the sand and believe that Xiao Ru and Ying Ying slept with me because they liked me—that could all be explained logically.
But now these sisters were dead in my bed. I watched their throats slit, without resistance, without refusal, obediently killed by Xiao Guangdong, smiles on their faces. Words are meaningless; now that I've seen Ying Ying and Xiao Ru dead, what evidence do I need to prove another world truly exists? The dead can't lie.
Whether that unknown world is the organization Qiu Liang spoke of, or the gang Lao Ding and Xiao Guangdong fought over, I've already stepped into it, and can never return to the world I once knew. I think of the past while worrying about what will happen next. I was completely disoriented, not knowing where I was or what I was doing. When I came to my senses, I was already changed and sitting in the car, with Xiao Guangdong driving.
"Where are we going?"
"We can't stay in London anymore. We need to get to a transit point in London first, to see if we can find a safe place to stay."
"What transit point?"
"King's Station, Platform 9?. From there, we can change our identities and take a train to any corner of the world."
Looking at the scenery rushing past the car window, it seemed like I was saying goodbye to my past. On the way to King's Station, I understood that I was about to enter another world, a world unknown to ordinary people.
Chapter Five: The End of the Journey... The Beginning of the Story
"Where are we going?"
The train we were on was heading to Birmingham Newtreet Station. Since leaving home, I don't know how many times I had asked where we were going, but Xiao Guangdong never answered a word. He was sleeping with his eyes closed, ignoring me completely. After waiting for over four hours in the café at King's Cross Station, changing trains three times, I've calmed down enough to think things through and what I should do next. I
can't stay in England any longer. Yingying and Xiaoru were found dead in their room, their throats slit, and Lao Ding was shot in the head and died in the living room. I'm definitely being treated as a murderer now, and the police are probably already searching for me. The only thing I can do is stick with Xiao Guangdong. That's the worst part—Xiao Guangdong completely ignores me. I ask him again and again, but he just won't answer!
"What did you say about London's transit station being at Platform 9? at King's Cross Station? Are we really going to Hogwarts?"
Little Guangdong finally opened his eyes and looked at me. "Hogwarts? How could you even think of that? You think you're going to be Harry Potter's classmate! That was just a joke, but that book is really good; I've read it quite a bit."

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