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[The Beginning of Lust] [Author: Voice of the Secret Country] [The End] 

Rough tree roots entangled my ankles, protruding rocks smacked my calves, and my tired toes were covered in bruises as I struggled to climb higher through the dense jungle. Pushing aside thorny bushes and severing vines, I faced a dense canopy overhead that blocked out the sun. Ahead lay utter darkness, illuminated only by the spotlight on my forehead.

Leeches futilely sucked my blood, and insects bit indiscriminately on my bare limbs. I mechanically swept these repulsive creatures away; the leeches turned into clumps of foul blood, and the insects left streaks of filth. Yet, in an instant, their kind surged forth, one after another, impossible to keep up with. I could only smile bitterly and continue onward, covered in these disgusting things. At least I was no longer alone; we were all pursuing the same goal: life.

Everywhere was shrouded in damp mist, and an annoying, incessant rain constantly assailed me. However, this sweltering, humid rainforest is the last haven for primitive life on this desolate planet. Many once-prosperous species, scattered across the entire planet, can only eke out a living in these towering mountains, desperately struggling against their ultimate fate of extinction. My mission is to statistically study these endangered species, organize and archive them, so that they can leave their final traces in the annals of life.

When primitive life appeared on this planet, the atmosphere was filled with various highly reactive and toxic gases such as oxygen. Over time, the atmospheric composition stabilized, and primitive life continued to evolve, adapting to and eventually becoming dependent on the toxic components of the atmosphere. Then, much, much later, life finally gained a foothold on this planet, multiplied, and evolved into various species, until the birth of intelligent life. Billions of years later, I stand here, representing the pinnacle of life's reproduction and evolution, attempting to map the detailed footprints of life's evolution. The

orange beam of light from the searchlight above my head reveals the trace of a frog among the vines, its specific class, order, family, and genus indistinguishable. Its dark green skin, normally the best camouflage, was startled by the light and crashed headlong into a giant spider web. Another spider, of unknown species, happily pounced on its prey. However, in my relentless, mechanical march forward, I inadvertently tore the web, spider silk clinging to my hair, and a frog croaked as it leaped into the bushes. I couldn't bear to look at the tearful little spider; I could only silently pray for it. "I'm sorry, little one,"

I thought, "keep spinning your web for survival." The species I was searching for in the mountains hadn't been seen for over half a century. Most scientists believed them to be extinct, yet recently, traces of their existence have been found in this area. Incredibly, this species was once the dominant species on the planet, spreading globally like a plague. Ultimately, they destroyed their natural habitats, and for centuries, they were confined to this small, still-clean area to spend their final days.

Some innovative scientists have proposed bold hypotheses, suggesting that we are actually their descendants. However, these hypotheses have been ridiculed and dismissed by the mainstream scientific community. Indeed, we share many similarities with them, but many more questions remain unanswered. How did they evolve into us? What were the transitional types in between? Where is the fossil evidence? These all require further research and discovery. I am an expert in this field, and I dare say there is no scholar on this planet who knows them better than I do. I am certain that there must be some kind of genetic relationship between us and them. Today, for the first time in decades, I venture into this land, hoping to discover one of them, study them, and refine our theories.

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from behind me, branches snapped, the earth shook, and a dark shadow lunged at me. I nimbly leaped away, turned, and ducked, dodging the attack. Looking up, through the beam of my searchlight, I saw a yellow-and-black striped leopard before me. Its fur color was out of place with its surroundings; perhaps, like me, it was an intruder. The leopard's chest and abdomen heaved violently, its claws pawing the ground, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, growling at me in a low, agitated voice. I stepped forward, feinting with my left hand to distract it, then slamming my right fist into its forehead. The leopard yelped and collapsed, motionless. I had calculated the force of my punch perfectly, enough to stun it without threatening its life. I rolled over its body and, sure enough, discovered the cause of its frenzy: a long, thin, rod-like object was embedded in its rump. I pulled it out and saw a smooth, polished wooden shaft with a triangular metal tip, stained with the leopard's blood, gleaming eerily brightly under the light. It was an arrow, the kind I'd seen many times in ancient texts, the weapon used by the race I was searching for. Yes, it must be them, because on this planet, besides us, they were the only species capable of using tools.

Suppressing my excitement and elation, I put the arrow into a vacuum storage bag and followed the leopard's path.

I hacked my way up, climbing higher and higher. For every thousand feet I ascended, the temperature dropped seven degrees Fahrenheit. The environment was no longer the unbearable heat and humidity; the temperature and humidity decreased, the environment became more comfortable, and the towering

, dense trees became fewer. Sunlight shone directly on the ground, creating the perfect natural environment for their survival. It must be said that this species is truly blessed by nature. After turning the earth into a desert and the ocean into a dead sea, nature still left them this Shangri-La. Shouts! I heard shouts, sounds I hadn't heard in centuries. I stopped and listened intently. Yes, it was their voice. My heart pounded with the rhythm of the shouts. I tiptoed and carefully made my way towards the sound.

There, there! I finally saw it. A man, leaning against the trunk of a large tree.

Yes, it must be a man—broad shoulders, muscular hips and thighs. A full beard, and messy hair obscured his face, making it impossible to see his features. Its skin, unlike the pale described in traditional literature, was a gleaming bronze. Beneath the skin, the muscles were strong and well-defined. It was undoubtedly an ideal specimen, a healthy individual.

It clearly hadn't noticed me and called out again, perhaps summoning its kind. I carefully hid under a tree, switching the headlamp to photographic mode, automatically recording everything I saw. After calling a few times, it leaned lazily against the tree trunk, its arms hanging naturally between its legs.

I focused my gaze on its genitals, examining its reproductive system. Regarding the male genitalia of this species, there have long been two opposing views in academia: one that they are small and soft, the other that they are thick and hard. Both sides have records in ancient texts as secondary evidence, but lack primary evidence such as fossil specimens, leading to years of debate. Today, setting aside everything else, simply unraveling the secrets of the male genitalia is a major discovery in the history of biology.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out the truth lay with the "soft" faction; the male's genitals indeed hung limply between his legs like a soft leather strap. He grasped the strap with both hands and began to manipulate it. A moment later, a miracle occurred: the strap thickened and enlarged, standing erect and proud, perfectly matching the description of the erect penis by the "firm" faction—truly amazing! How many more secrets awaited him to uncover? This trip was definitely worthwhile.

Just then, a member of its kind emerged from the bushes beside him. It must have been female, petite and seemingly easily blown away by a gust of wind. Its movements were quite elegant, leaping and swaying as it passed through the treetops to reach the male. Its long, golden hair cascaded to its shoulders, and its two full, firm breasts bounced playfully with its owner's movements. Its skin was smooth and delicate, with only a tuft of black hair between its legs concealing its genitals.

I was so happy; I could hardly believe my luck. I didn't have high expectations for this wilderness trip. I would have been overjoyed to find even one individual. I never expected to encounter a pair, and it's very likely that they were about to mate. I would be the first person in hundreds of years to witness their legendary mating ceremony.

The woman leaped lightly and landed on a horizontal branch, facing the man, her legs spread. The man bent down slightly, exposing the woman's genitals completely. He licked his lips; under the high-definition camera's focus, his lips and the woman's lower lips were clearly visible, swollen, moist, and glistening. The woman cupped the man's head in her hands, pressing it against her genitals. The man buried his face between her legs, teasingly shaking his head, his stiff beard rubbing against her soft hair, eliciting a series of wanton laughs from her. He slightly raised his head, extending his tongue to tease her genitals, tasting her flavor; her laughter turned into soft, seductive moans. The woman's body went limp, sliding down the branch and falling into the man's arms. He embraced her, then lay down on the ground, his hard penis entering her body.

Face to face, gazing into each other's eyes, the man lowered his head to kiss the woman's nipple, then her other breast, before lifting his head to lightly kiss her lips. Good heavens, this must be the legendary love, an emotion unique to their species.

The woman proactively extended her tongue, entering the man's mouth and hooking it around his, their lips pressed tightly together without any gap. My high-definition camera lacked X-ray vision, preventing me from seeing further, so I had to lower the lens to their lower bodies. The man embraced the woman, sitting face to face, the woman perched on his lap. The woman moved up and down, her movements gradually increasing in speed, the collision of their bodies producing a series of slapping sounds, mixed with the splashing of water. Suddenly, the woman's upper body broke free from the man's embrace, her body arching back, her smooth back and slightly upturned buttocks forming a captivating curve, her long blonde hair cascading down to her hips like a waterfall. The man's muscles tensed, his hands gripping the woman's waist tightly, as if to snap her slender waist in two. The man and woman groaned loudly simultaneously, their bodies trembling. Then the woman collapsed into the man's arms, remaining still for a long time before calming down. They held each other motionless for a long while before separating. The man stood up, his wet penis limp and hanging, a string of milky white droplets clinging to the tip.

The woman knelt before him, licked the tip of his penis with her tongue, and then swallowed the entire penis. I was startled. Did their mating process resemble that of a praying mantis, with the woman eating the man afterward? However, I immediately realized how absurd my guess was. A moment later, the woman spat out the man's penis. The previously limp penis had suddenly become thicker and stronger, hard as iron, standing proudly between her legs. No wonder the woman spat it out; it was clearly too large for her small mouth to contain. The woman swept her blonde hair to one side, looked up at the man with a seductive smile, and cupped his penis in her small hands like a squirrel holding a pine cone. She brought her lips to it, gently kissing it repeatedly, then sucked on the tip. I sighed inwardly; their mating rituals were so elaborate, it seemed our understanding of them was still too superficial.

Not long after, the man was clearly about to climax again. The instant he withdrew his penis from the woman's mouth, a jet of milky white fluid shot from the tip, landing on the woman's scarlet lips and white teeth. The powerful thrust caused semen to splatter everywhere, covering her hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, and nose. The woman stuck out her tongue, licking the white droplets from her face, looking quite pleased. The man lowered his head, gently kissing the woman's cheeks, licking away the remaining white droplets, and then putting them into her mouth. Then their lips met, and they embraced in a long, drawn-out kiss.

After a long, long time, their passion finally died down. The two separated, then, hand in hand, walked towards the direction where I had hidden. Had they discovered me? I was startled and tried to move, but to my horror, I found my whole body numb and weak; I couldn't even move a single finger.

The man and woman walked straight up to me. The woman clapped and cheered, "It worked!" The man smiled and said, "Of course, I know them inside and out." It was so strange; I could understand every single word they spoke.

I mustered my strength and said with difficulty, "How come you speak our language?" "Tch, this is our language, you know?" they said dismissively.

"It's quite impressive, isn't it?" the woman asked. "Do you know what kind it is?" "SIS001," the man replied professionally. "The first-generation artificial intelligence bio-robot, a complete simulation, so it looks exactly like us. It's hundreds of years old, yet it looks brand new. It was the most perfect model we developed back then." "It's said that this kind of robot is very powerful, capable of tearing lions and tigers apart with its bare hands. How did you make it like this?" "

It was designed by us, so we naturally know its flaws. The bio-simulation technology used to create them is perfect; we can perfectly create them to resemble us. But unfortunately, our research on ourselves is still insufficient, especially our research on sexual desire, which is still in its early stages. When we created them to resemble ourselves, they actually developed sexual desire just like us, and we have no way to eliminate it. They experience sexual desire as soon as they see erotic films. The worst part is that because we haven't replicated sexual organs in them, once they have sexual desire, they can't release it, so they go into a short circuit and become like this, completely paralyzed."

"You're amazing! This is the first robot we've captured in decades, right? It must be incredibly useful." "Absolutely. For one thing, its bio-battery alone is enough to power the entire swarm for decades. And because of raw material shortages, many of our machines are out of parts and have stopped working. Its parts are enough to get over a thousand instruments running again."

With a sinister grin, it dragged a thick electrical wire from the grass and inserted a needle-like connector into the interface on my head. I felt my energy draining away, my vision blurring until the screen went black, all sensation vanished, and the world around me turned to darkness. Before the system crashed, I heard the male human's last words:

"Thank you, buddy. Your arrival was a godsend."


[The End]


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