Futa Sisters' Old House Romance - Prologue: The Unbearable Poverty of Life

"Soldier! Fuck me...fuck me to death!"
"Lingling! I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death!"
"Right now, in my line of sight, my girlfriend Lingling is clinging tightly to my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist. And I, while doing push-ups, am frantically licking the sweat off Lingling's face with my tongue."
If Lingling usually appeared on campus as a model student, receiving respect and admiration from both boys and girls, then the Lingling she was now had completely abandoned her usual feigned dignity, acting like a harlot, constantly using her body to meet my thrusts.
Looking closely at Lingling's face covered in sweat, and at her expression of moaning despite her tightly closed eyes, breathing in the combined stench of our sweat, and listening to the creaking of the old wooden bed, I suddenly felt I could no longer last. So, with a shout, I hoisted Lingling's legs onto my shoulders and began a final, desperate thrust.
"Ahhh! Jun! This feels so good! I can't hold back anymore!"
"Okay! Let's do it together! Let's have an orgasm together!"
As Lingling and I twisted our bodies and contorted our facial expressions, my semen shot into the Durex condom in waves. Lingling's vagina also contracted strongly, and a surge of heat began to gush out, which I could clearly feel even through the condom.
After her climax, Lingling lay on the bed, panting heavily. I, on the other hand, collapsed beside her, utterly exhausted, staring at the ceiling.
My home, a tiny room of just over twenty square meters, furnished with a few simple pieces of furniture and this flimsy bed, has been my home for over twenty years. As a gentle breeze blew in from the window, I felt a slight chill and turned to pull Lingling into my arms.
"Lingling... I didn't expect you to be so promiscuous on your third try..."
I gently kissed Lingling's cheek, teasing her as I breathed.
"Ugh...you're being so indecent. You hurt me so much the first time I've ever been in pain...now I have to enjoy myself..."
As Lingling spoke, she turned around and snuggled into my arms, "Besides... I'm only in my twenties, isn't this the time when I should be enjoying these things..."
Looking at Lingling's adorable, affectionate expression in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness in my chest. As each other's first love, we got together in our freshman year of college, but it wasn't until three years into our relationship that we had our first sexual encounter.
Of course, I'm already more than satisfied with having such an excellent girlfriend as Lingling.
"Lingling... I'm so lucky to have a wife like you... I'll work hard after graduation... and then I'll definitely marry you!"
With a broad smile, I spoke words that, though cheesy, came from the bottom of my heart.
However, Lingling's answer was completely unexpected.
"Hmm... It's good to have such ambition... But, looking at you now, you're still a long way from marrying me..."
Lingling responded nonchalantly, but her words were sharp and incisive.
"Not at all... How am I not at all... In school, I'm considered one of the better guys..."
Accustomed to giving in to Lingling, I still answered with a grin.
"Of course it's far from perfect... You're about to start working, can you please stop being so childish!"
Lingling can change her attitude in an instant. Her words were tinged with anger. "Putting aside whether you can find a decent job or not, you really need to move out of this dilapidated house!"
"..."
Faced with Lingling's sudden reprimand, I was so surprised that my mouth dropped open. The genuine anger on Lingling's face showed no sign of the intimacy we had just shared, which convinced me that she was serious now.
"Look at this bed, it keeps making loud noises when you use it... And look at all this furniture, is there any piece worth more than a thousand... And there's a whole row of dilapidated bungalows next door, every time I come to see you I feel like I've come to the countryside!"
"Lingling! This house was left to me by my parents!"
I was a little annoyed by what Lingling said, so I couldn't help but retort.
"Hmph! And you dare talk about your parents! They haven't cared about you since you were little, and all they left you was this shabby house... How dare you talk about them like that..."
"Shut up! You're not allowed to insult them!"
Startled by my shout, Lingling stopped talking and immediately jumped out of bed. She quickly grabbed her clothes from the floor and began to put them on.
"Ah! Lingling...I was wrong...I shouldn't have..."
Seeing that Lingling was getting angry and preparing to leave, as usual, I apologized to her again as usual.
"Yang Yong! Let me tell you! Don't think that with your meager abilities you can marry me! If you're so unambitious, then I've really misjudged you!"
"Lingling...please, don't do this...I didn't mean to..."
"Ugh! Don't try that on me! Don't touch me!"
A few minutes later, Lingling was dressed and left, slamming the door behind her. I was left alone, sitting blankly on the bed. The grievances in my heart made me want to cry.
"The next stop is Yonghe Temple... Passengers boarding, please swipe your cards; passengers without cards, please buy tickets..."
When the bus stop announcement came on, I was instantly jolted awake. I also suddenly realized that I had almost missed my stop.
"Sorry! I just fell asleep!"
Under the ticket seller's angry gaze, I quickly took out my bus card, swiped it, and hurriedly got off the bus.
When the bright June sun shone down on me in Beijing, I finally snapped out of my daze.
Looking at the majestic Yonghe Temple in front of me, and the moat at the other end of the street, I couldn't help but feel glad that I hadn't missed my stop.
Otherwise, you'd probably have to walk back one stop from Dongzhimen under the blazing sun.
"Did you dream about Lingling...?"
After getting off the bus, I stood there blankly for a full two minutes before I finally came to my senses.
I can't even remember how many times I've dreamed about Lingling. Ever since she officially broke up with me a month ago, I've often cried before bed and dreamed of her.
From the time we started dating until our breakup, it lasted a full four years, completely spanning my university years. During those four years, the joys and sorrows we shared, Lingling's every smile and gesture deeply etched in my heart, are things I can't simply forget. Of course, what's even more unforgettable is the process of our breakup.
Even now, I still can't understand why Lingling, who had been so sweet and dependent on me for years, would break up with me so decisively after graduation. Why would she, who always needed me by her side in college, resolutely choose to go to Shanghai to pursue her career? Why would Lingling, who was considered beautiful and well-mannered by teachers and classmates, utter such harsh words that I hadn't heard in years when we broke up? Why… why, while she was in Shanghai, did she only tell me about the breakup over the phone, not even letting me see her one last time…
Back in school, many classmates said that our values would change after we entered the workforce. Although I still indulge in online games and pornography as often as I did in school, Lingling seems to have matured and changed much faster than me.
Only now do I understand why some classmates are so determined to get into graduate school. Perhaps wanting a higher degree is just an excuse; the real reason is that they don't want to enter the cutthroat world of society too early and want to live a carefree life for another two years...
Lingling... I don't have time to think about Lingling anymore... I have work to do right now!
今天并非是周末，而是普普通通的上班日。而我，现在必须要将老板委托的文件，送到一个客户的手里。他公司的地址，正是在雍和宫旁边的大厦之中。
也许……玲玲当初说的是对的吧……毕业之后，只有本科学历的我，果然在找工作的过程中如履薄冰。外企、国企……这些大企业似乎都不愿意招收我这样，没资历、没背景、没学历的三无人员。那些小的民营企业，虽然我并非完全排斥，但在听到只有三位数的保底工资后，我也不得不望而却步。
从2月份毕业，我甚至用了整整三个月的时间，才找到了一个像样点的工作。
这间企业，打着国内顶级金融行业的金子招牌，还有中央大国企在背后做靠山，确实可以说是个非常好的选择。但是，当我进去之后，才发现……自己只不过是一个销售人员而已……才发现……原来每个富丽堂皇的大楼里，其实也都需要我这样每天跑东跑西，浑身充满汗臭味的打杂人员。
不过……至少底薪有两千多块……提成吗……咳……还是不说它了……提成的条件……要完成的利润指标……对于我这样的毕业生来说，实在有点天文数字了……
一边看着手上的塑料表，一边擦着额头上的汗水，我一路小跑进了那座客户所在的大厦里。还好……大厦里，至少还有空调，让我不至于被太阳烤熟……
像我这样的工作，虽然比那些站街发传单的外地小伙子们要强上一点。但强的，也仅仅不过是不用被路人以鄙夷的眼光轻轻一瞥而已。走到办公区的我，事实上连对方收文件的人长什么样子都没看见，在将文件交给他的秘术之后，便匆匆离去。
日至今日，我还记得，即便是我浑身上下全是汗水，即便那个长相清秀的秘书身边就是饮水机。他们也没用纸杯帮我哪怕接一杯水，甚至就连让我在旁边沙发上坐一坐的意思都没有。在交完文件后，我和秘书互相盯了对方五秒钟，我便知趣地说了声再见。
在我离去的路上，我似乎听到一个中年男人的声音。听见他从办公室的另一边走过来后，和秘书说了句“现在的年轻人真是……穿着衬衫还流这么多汗……真是让金融行业几个字变得不体面……”
“操他妈的……”
心里默念了一句可以自我安慰的话之后，我很快就将这种不愉快忘在脑后。毕竟，这也不是第一次了……
走出雍和宫边上的办公楼，我看了看手腕上的塑料表，时间大约是两点一刻，距离我回单位报道还有段时间。
如果说做一个底层营销人员，有诸如辛苦、劳累、受人白眼这些缺点的话，那它至少还有一点好，就是我至少可以在外面跑得久一点，也可以利用多余的时间，光明正大地溜号儿……一个底层人物嘛……谁会在意你是否每天都按时上下班呢？
算了，要不然给小武打个电话吧，看看丫是不是还在家。
刘小武，出生在北京的辽宁本溪人，是我在大学里的舍友兼死党。和我一样，他也在毕业后流入了社会，和我不一样的是，他至今还对工作的事情一点不发愁，每天就窝在自己的屋里，继续过着大学宿舍一般的逍遥日子。
刘小武的家，就居住在雍和宫附近河沿的一处砖角楼。因为父母在老家本溪工作，毕业之后的他，便花了点钱，租了砖角楼最小的一间一居室生活。在和玲玲分手后，在没找到工作的那三个月里，刘小武的家，可以说成了我的乐园。
“喂……”
明明已经下午两点，但刘小武在电话里的声音却充满了睡意。不用说，丫肯定昨晚又玩通宵了。
“我操！大哥，现在已经两点了，你丫他妈的怎么还睡呢！”
习惯于和刘小武骂来骂去的我，立刻就从唯唯诺诺的职场小人物，恢复了校园里的本色。
“操！你他妈又不是不知道，最近魔兽的新任务，真他妈的耗神啊……”
“操！你他妈就不知道去找找工作！每天蹲家里打游戏能打出money来吗！……”
“我反操！你还别不信！爷们儿的顶级号，现在放在网上，至少能卖一千块钱！”
一千块钱……一个多么卑微的数字……即便是我这样刚刚步入社会的毛头小子，也从心底明白，一千块钱对于现在的世界，意味得实在不多。但是，在刘小武的心里，在他仍然没有步入社会的心里，这一千块钱，似乎已经是很大的成就了，毕竟，这至少比大学每月的生活费要高出不少……
没有用多久，我就走到了小武的砖角楼下。在坐电梯直到顶楼24层后，我敲响了刘小武的家门。
当门打开的时候，我看到了熟悉的，满头乱发、胡渣丛生、睡眼惺忪的刘小武。当然，在我的心中，并不会因为内务不整洁去厌恶自己的兄弟，相反的，刘小武越是脏乱差，才越让我感到安心。毕竟，这才是可以互相信赖的兄弟，会露给自己兄弟看的样子嘛。
“嘿嘿……你丫说了那么多大话，还不是找我来了……”
看到我之后，刘小武顿时嬉皮笑脸地将我请进了屋子。
如果说，我的老屋里，从墙皮到家具，都透露着一股令人感到陈旧的气息。
那么刘小武的20平米小房间里，则只会让任何一个进去的人，都感觉到一股闹心的浮躁。
因为，这家伙的小屋，实在太小……也太乱了……一张床加一个电脑，基本就占据了他房间的全部空间。电脑桌边的一个只有小学课桌大小的茶几上，摆放着一桶吃完的方便面，狭窄的过道上，则零落着一些双汇火腿肠的包装袋。
“哎……你不会连早饭都只吃方便面吧？”
坐在唯一能够坐人的床上，我看着有些恐怖的四周问道。
“嗨！反正我每天也只用吃两顿饭，这样既省钱，又能填饱肚子，还能保持身材，哈哈！”
真是“会生活”啊……看着刘小武得意洋洋的表情，我没有再开口打击他这份纯真的自信。但是，先不说他这样的生活，已经让刘小武整个人都瘦小枯干，就说他每月省下的，由他父母寄来的生活费，最终也不过是投入到网游的点卡上而已……
“来，抽根烟吧！”
小武自己点了根红塔山后，便递过一根给我。而我，也没有客气，也不顾屋子里会空气混浊，便大口大口抽了起来。
几年之后，随着我工作开始慢慢有了起色，诸如软中南海、利群、玉溪、小熊猫、骄子、黄鹤楼、芙蓉王、苏烟、中华等各种好烟都会经常随便乱抽。但是，我却始终忘不了，在大学时代，因为8块钱的价格，被常抽点8中南海的我们，认为是好烟的红塔山。直到现在，在没人的时候，我仍然会跑去便利店，买点红塔山，自己一个人偷偷过瘾一番，然后不时会追忆起那段快乐的大学时光。
“正好你过来，我给你看看我刚下载的实况2009吧！通过我极为细致地组装，我的电脑现在已经运行得没问题了！”
刘小武不等我的回答，便兴致匆匆地打开了电脑。
“啊……你先玩着，我看看就好……”
面对大学时代陪伴了我们四年的实况足球，当时的我，却出人意料地不想去玩。
“哟……不是你前几天说想玩玩嘛，我安装的时候，可还想着让你来试一试呢。”
“大哥……你体谅一下，我刚刚用一个上午从宣武区跑到海淀区，再从海淀区跑到这里啊……我太累了，看着你玩就好……”
之后的一段时间内，刘小武选择了国际米兰，将电脑控制的巴塞罗那踢得落花流水。玩的过程中，他仿佛特意为了吸引我注意力一般，不断说出“哎呀，这版的伊布真牛逼”、“你看你看，这版的队员传球变快了”、“我操，六星难度我都能干个5比0，怎么样，你现在肯定踢不过我了吧”那天不知是怎么了，看着刘小武兴奋地打游戏，我却始终感染到他身上的兴奋劲。坐在床上的我，只是呆呆地看着他一球一球地屠杀电脑，同时在抽完一根烟后，立刻又点燃了一根。
“我……今天坐公交车时梦到玲玲了……”
“啊！……都几个月了，你还想着她啊！……”
“我不知道……其实……我现在都没事了……也不知道怎么了……今天梦到玲玲……当时在我家和我吵架的片段……”
"Wait a minute, it's already in stoppage time. Let me score one more goal, then I'll tell you..."
After finally defeating Manchester United 8-0, Liu Xiaowu turned his head, lit another cigarette, and began to lecture me as he always had.
"Hey... can't we men be a little more magnanimous? You're such a big guy, why are you always so sentimental... Look at me, buddy, after I dumped my ex-girlfriend, I was back to normal the next day!"
As always, Liu Xiaowu began to lecture me on how to be a "real man" using his glorious "chick-chasing history." He seemed to have forgotten what had happened back then, and it wasn't as heroic as he boasted. After dating for a month, the girl dumped Liu Xiaowu because she felt he spent all his time in internet cafes and wasn't ambitious. And Liu Xiaowu, after his first failed love, had even cried in bed...
However, I didn't dislike Liu Xiaowu's tendency to boast at all. Perhaps, at the time, I didn't want to hear any profound philosophy; I just wanted to be teased by my buddy a bit...
After being talked to by Liu Xiaowu for nearly ten minutes, I finally felt tired after nodding repeatedly. I looked at my watch; it was already around 3:30 PM, and I should head back to my unit to report for duty.
"Alright, it's getting late, I have to go."
After stubbing out my fifth cigarette in an hour, I jumped off Liu Xiaowu's bed.
"Oh...you...are you coming again tonight?"
The moment I suddenly got out of bed, Liu Xiaowu's voice softened. I knew that living alone, he was actually quite lonely and longed for a friend to keep him company.
"Maybe... I need to see if I should work overtime tonight..."
Not wanting to hang out here at night for the time being, I gave a vague excuse: "By the way, I recently posted the rental ad online."
"Ah! You really put it on!..."
Upon hearing my words, Liu Xiaowu suddenly exclaimed sensitively, "I told you not to rent it! If you're going to rent, rent it from me! That way it'll be easier for us to play games!"
"Don't be ridiculous. I rent out the place to make money... I'm not confident I can recoup much of the rent if I rent it to you."
I opened the door, ready to leave Liu Xiaowu's house. "Besides, you know, I want to use this rent to buy myself some new clothes."
"Oh dear... all those clothes you're talking about... watches, suits, pens... are they really that important? Money is just an external thing!"
"Heh... There's no way around it... When you're in the world of martial arts, you're not in control of your own destiny... If you don't want to be looked down upon by others... you can only use these things to disguise yourself..."
Stepping out of Liu Xiaowu's house, I was once again plunged into the sweltering heat. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I walked to the bus stop by the river, boarded the familiar 846 bus, and returned to my workplace to report for duty.
When I was fifteen, my father went bankrupt due to business failure. In a fit of anger, my mother divorced him and married a painter who had appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. After my mother left home, my father left Beijing alone to work hard and earn money for me.
Later, although my life was difficult, with my father's financial support, I was able to at least finish high school and university.
However, although my father sent me several hundred yuan a month for living expenses, I could never have him again.
Since my father left home when I was seventeen, the only thing he left me was that old house on Dongxi Shitiao Street in Beijing. For the next few years, I could only see my father during the annual National Day holiday, when he would rush back from out of town. After two or three days together, he would leave me again. And the next time we met would be another year later…
Later, during a phone call, I seemed to hear a woman's voice next to my father... and then, during another phone call, I seemed to hear a baby crying next to him...
"As long as Dad is doing well... that's alright, right? At least... he hasn't forgotten me and is still sending me living expenses..."
Whenever I'm troubled, I habitually use these words to comfort myself. This self-comforting personality trait also manifested itself after Lingling and I broke up...
That evening, I dragged my tired body back to my old house. As a guy, my room, while a little messy, was actually much better than Liu Xiaowu's. Years of living alone had taught me to at least clean regularly or fix the old electrical wiring in the house.
I don't know when it started, but TV programs that I never used to watch have now become my favorites every night. I used to always switch between CCTV-5 and Beijing TV-6, but now I also enjoy watching some cheesy dramas and even more cheesy talent shows.
My daily life consists of getting out of bed in the morning, running around all day, and watching TV at home in the evening.
This monotonous, repetitive life seems to be becoming my main theme more and more.
Just as I was intently watching Lu Tao and Xia Lin argue, my phone, which was sitting on the sofa, suddenly rang. When I picked it up, it showed an unfamiliar number.
"Hello. May I ask who this is?"
I spoke to the other person on the other end of the line using the gentle tone I had just learned at work.
"Hello, are you Mr. Yang Yong?"
"Ah... I am... who are you?"
"My name is Mu Yuyan. I saw your advertisement online earlier today..."
"Oh, oh, oh! You're looking to rent, right..."
"Yes……"
Some say love is fate, a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride, a thousand years to share a pillow, a search for him a thousand times, only to find him suddenly in the dim light. I used to be too lazy to believe in this. But when that heavenly, gentle voice rang out on the phone, I had already fallen into the clutches of destiny, plunging into that unforgettable love.
"Your online price is 1500 yuan per month. I was wondering if you could lower the price a bit?"
The voice on the other end of the phone continued to ask.
"Um... no... I think... you can come and take a look at the house first... I also wrote 'specific transaction price' on the door, which is negotiable."
"Okay, when do you have time? I'd like to take a look at the house."
"Let me think... I have to work during the week... How about Saturday? Can I meet you at the East-West subway station on Saturday?"
"Okay, see you then..."
What a gentle voice... After hanging up the phone, I sat on the sofa and couldn't help but think back to the conversation.
If Lingling's voice was the delicate, girlish kind, then the voice on the phone had a pure, angelic quality. The slow, deliberate pace and clear, gentle tone were even more pleasant to hear than the phone operator's.
What kind of tenant will she be...? Such a lovely voice, she can't be bad-looking either... Oh dear... What am I thinking...? It's not uncommon to see women with lovely voices but ugly faces... As long as she's a decent person and can stay here peacefully, that's fine... As for me, a penniless young man, I should focus on working hard first... Yes, yes, I need to work hard first... A man... with money, he has everything... without money...
There's nothing left... nothing left... Lingling... is it because I have nothing that you despise me...? Really... it's been months... why the hell am I feeling this bitter again... damn it...
Perhaps influenced by the heavenly voice on the phone, that night I released the desire that had been building up for a week with my right hand. Afterwards, I dragged my tired body into sleep.
At the time, I had no idea that what was about to happen between me and those two tenants would be a story that was both memorable and infinitely sad...

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