Little Ma's Story

Xiao Ma's Story:
Xiao Ma is a very cute girl. In fact, there's nothing about her that isn't adorable. From middle school onwards, she frequently received love letters; from upperclassmen or classmates. In high school, her fresh scent, delicate features, slender figure, and sweet voice made her the unofficial number one school beauty in the boys' private poll. Unfortunately, Xiao Ma is now nearly thirty, and she still changes boyfriends one after another. She can keep the body, but not the heart; and even if she keeps the heart, it never lasts. Why? I asked her, and she smiled and shook her head, saying, "Sigh, men, they always get bored easily..."

Then she gently kissed me, telling me to push harder. That year, in high school, she received a love letter every three days on average. Her popularity made other girls jealous. In the throes of first love, she chose a tall, handsome, and dashing upperclassman from among her suitors—the object of many girls' secret crushes. Her first time happened at this senior's house. She was a junior in high school, and he was a senior. Unexpectedly, this first man, her first penis, betrayed her. She recorded the whole thing and shared it with her friends in class.

Xiao Ma's comment, "Hmm...it doesn't hurt as much anymore...oh...comfortable...hmm...so comfortable..."

earned her

the nickname "Comfortable Sister" on campus. The gossip spread like a broken string of beads, scattering everywhere. Snickers, whispers, and disdainful glances made Xiao Ma feel both bitter and heartbroken, leading her to break up with her senior. A huge emptiness overwhelmed her on the third day after the breakup. That night, she tossed and turned in bed, longing for a gentle yet strong embrace. So she picked up the phone and called the college student who had struck up a conversation with her on the street not long ago. That night, after a surprising night out, the college student took her back to his dorm, filling the void in her heart and body.

In the years that followed, Xiao Ma stepped into a realm she had never explored before. Her college boyfriend took her to Kenting to participate in the "Spring Scream" event—something her school's suitors would never do; he rode his motorcycle with her on mountain roads, teaching her how to distinguish good from bad marijuana—things her school's fanatical admirers couldn't do.

Once, a boy from the next class wanted to drive her home every day… but on a bicycle. Now, she found the thought laughable. Once, a classmate wanted to pursue her, writing her love letters every day, filled with romantic phrases; now, she thought those were all empty words, utterly useless. She felt a deep disgust for high school boys who struggled to even afford a dozen Darlie marijuana. Soon after, Xiao Ma went to university, and her former boyfriend—her college boyfriend—went to serve in the military.

People say freshmen are pretty and sophomores are charming. Xiao Ma, already quite beautiful, caused a sensation from her very first day of school. The number of guys wanting to take her out for late-night snacks could easily circle the campus.

Her ex-boyfriend was dumped a month after she started school; he had just finished his military service. Xiao Ma could hear him crying on the other end of the phone, but the intense, tingling thrusts from her senior made her feel no remorse or guilt as she told him, "Let's end it! I can't bear the pain, emptiness, and loneliness of waiting for you to go to the army."

This senior was a party animal; he took Xiao Ma to nightclubs and drank almost every night. Of course, his family was very wealthy, so Xiao Ma never had to pay for the drinks or entrance fees. Xiao Ma

went wild with him. Anyway, the class nerds provided her notes, and the seniors in the department who offered to retake the exams covered her; she didn't have to study herself. Xiao Ma noticed something: the boys who proactively tutored her, lent her notes, or the upperclassmen who diligently helped her during exams would often expect her to treat them to dinner or a movie afterwards.

This confused Xiao Ma… Shouldn't she be the one finding a way to thank them? Why did agreeing to let them treat her seem like the biggest reward? However, the clever Xiao Ma quickly figured it out. She discovered the most important rule in the world, and this rule only applies to pretty girls—pretty girls like her. So whenever she wanted to watch a movie, she would call a boy who had lent her notes and tell him, “I really want to watch this movie… can you go with me?”

Of course, every boy who answered the phone immediately agreed. Moreover, she never had to pay for movie tickets because she only needed to pretend, and the other person would immediately say, "No need, I'll pay for this little bit."

Whenever she wanted to eat something nice, she would call one of those nerdy guys who had once fixed his computer and say the same thing: "I really want to eat this and that... can you take me to eat it?"

Then she would order as much as she could and eat as much as she could. When paying the bill, she would pretend to look at the bill and say, "Wow! I didn't expect our meal to be so expensive..."

Then she would put on an innocent and pitiful expression, and the guy would definitely pretend to be generous and tell her it wasn't expensive at all, then pretend to be wealthy and take out his wallet, shouting, "Check, please!"

She only became more proficient at these techniques after having three or four boyfriends. Even so, she still didn't save any money because her living expenses were all spent on clothes, shoes, and skincare products. Because only after carefully dressing up could she get what she wanted from men. Most guys get dumped by her because they become increasingly possessive after starting a relationship, or because they think they've won her heart by having her body, and then they start controlling her every move, making her feel suffocated. But deep down, she harbors a longing, a yearning for new men.

Because new men bring new perspectives, a new world, inject new vitality into her life, give her different gifts, take her to different places… even new ways of making love. Gradually, men begin to overlap in her life, no longer one at a time, sometimes several at the same time.

Tall, muscular men are there to comfort her tired body after class; refined, handsome men are there to show off when she goes out with her girlfriends; wealthy young men are there to carry her things and pay the bills when she wants to go shopping.

She discovered that as long as she vigorously wiggled her hips in bed, clenched her vagina tightly, and patiently licked his penis, letting him ejaculate however he wanted, every man would be willing to take her to any high-end motel she desired and to eat any food she craved. This became even more apparent after she finally graduated from university and entered the workforce. Once, a company boss, after an interview, privately asked her if he could go out that evening. She politely declined with a charmingly sweet smile, but that same night, the boss, undeterred, called to inquire about her well-being. Knowing her "playing hard to get" tactic

had worked, she made up an excuse: "My dog seems unwell..."

The boss immediately arrived at her apartment building thirty minutes later in his champagne-gold Lexus LS460. She didn't get home until the next morning; of course, the vet visit didn't take that long. However, her dog was cured—but she didn't spend a single penny. Her stomach was full—but she had never eaten such expensive Japanese food before. Moreover, it was the first time she had ever slept in a room that cost tens of thousands of yuan a night. She didn't start work until the third day, and instead of being a switchboard operator, she became the chairman's special assistant,

her salary skyrocketing. However, this good life didn't last long. Like other men, although this one was older and held a higher position, his doting affection and devotion only lasted a few months. She lost to a lovely newcomer who applied for a secretary position. So she made a tough decision and left the company dejectedly. After that, she changed jobs several times and had several men.

But similarly, she always got whatever she wanted from different men, except for genuine affection. A few days ago, I met Xiao Ma, a longtime friend (or casual sex partner?). I asked her how she was doing. She shrugged and told me that in the years since she entered the workforce, she had been constantly changing jobs and had never settled down. I then asked her about her love life. She shrugged and told me, "Sigh…you men…you're all so fickle…"

I smiled, because I heard her say that every time we met. But this time, Xiao Ma added, "Sigh... youth is invincible... I've spent so much energy and time taking care of my face, skin, and figure, but I still feel increasingly inferior to those young girls just entering society..."

After hearing this, I tilted my head and thought for a moment, then kissed her forehead, feeling a little guilty as I comforted her, "Don't worry, Xiao Ma, you're almost thirty now. Compared to them, you have more of a mature woman's charm; you're more attractive and more charming; besides, you have much more inner beauty than those young girls!"

This was a lie. Because what I really wanted to say was, "Those who rely on beauty to please others will lose their appeal when their beauty fades."

And I didn't think she had any inner beauty at all, because from a young age, she had spent all the time meant for self-improvement on dressing up and having fun. But at that moment, I couldn't say it, because my penis was inside her; inside a body that had already been penetrated by many people. So I had to lie. She tells the same lies as those lecherous men who speak recklessly for momentary pleasure. This is the story of Xiao Ma, a beautiful girl. A story of a beautiful girl who evokes a sense of pity and regret, yet one who still makes you want to sleep with her while she's young; a story of a woman I would want to strangle if she were my daughter.

Xiao Ma is a very cute girl. In fact, there's nothing about her that isn't cute. From middle school onwards, she frequently received love letters; from upperclassmen or classmates. In high school, her fresh scent, delicate face, slender figure, and sweet voice made her the unofficial number one beauty in school, voted by all the boys. Unfortunately, Xiao Ma is now nearly thirty, and she still changes boyfriends one after another. She can keep the body, but not the heart; and even if she keeps the heart, it never lasts. Why? I asked her, and she smiled and shook her head, saying to me, "Sigh, men, they're always fickle..."

Then she gently kissed me, telling me to push harder. That year, she was in high school, receiving a love letter every three days on average. Her popularity made other girls jealous. In the throes of first love, she chose a tall, handsome, and dashing senior from among her suitors—the object of many girls' secret crushes. Her first time happened at this senior's house. She was a junior in high school, and he was a senior. Unexpectedly, this first man in her life, her first penis, betrayed her. She recorded the whole thing and shared it with her friends in class.

Her comment, "Hmm...it doesn't hurt as much anymore...oh...comfortable...hmm...so comfortable..."

earned her

the nickname "Comfortable Sister" on campus. The gossip spread like a broken string of beads, rolling and scattering everywhere. Snickers, whispers, and disdainful glances filled Xiao Ma with bitterness and heartache as she made the difficult decision to break up with her senior. A profound emptiness overwhelmed her on the third day after the breakup. That night, she tossed and turned in bed, longing for a gentle yet strong embrace. So she picked up the phone and called the college student who had struck up a conversation with her on the street not long before. That night, after a night of surprising adventures, the college student took her back to his dorm, filling the void in her heart and body.

In the years that followed, Xiao Ma stepped into a realm she had never known before. The college student took her to Kenting to participate in the Spring Scream, something her school suitors would never do; he rode his motorcycle with her on mountain roads, teaching her how to distinguish good from bad marijuana—things her school's fervent admirers could never do.

Once, a boy from the next class wanted to drive her home every day… but on a bicycle. Now, she found the thought laughable. Once, a male classmate wanted to pursue her, writing her love letters every day with flowery and romantic phrases. Now, she thought they were all empty words, utterly useless. She felt disgusted by high school boys who would struggle to afford even a dozen Darlie condoms. Soon after, Xiao Ma went to university, while her ex-boyfriend—that college student brother—went to join the army.

People say freshmen are charming and sophomores are beautiful, and Xiao Ma, already quite pretty, caused a sensation from her first day of school. The boys wanting to take her out for late-night snacks could line up and circle the campus. Her

ex-boyfriend was dumped a month after she started university; he had just joined the army. Xiao Ma could hear him crying on the other end of the phone, but the intense, tingling thrusts from her senior made her feel no remorse or guilt as she told him, "Let's end this! I can't bear the pain, emptiness, and loneliness of waiting for you to go to the military."

This senior was a party animal; he took Xiao Ma to nightclubs almost every night to party and drink. Of course, his family was very wealthy, so Xiao Ma never had to pay for the drinks or entrance fees.

Xiao Ma went wild with him. Her notes were provided by the nerdy guys in her class, and the seniors in her department who were retaking the course would cover for her during exams; she didn't have to study herself. And Xiao Ma noticed something: the boys who offered to tutor her or lend her notes, or the seniors who diligently helped her during exams, would often expect her to give them a chance to treat them to dinner or a movie afterwards.

This confused Xiao Ma… Shouldn't she be the one finding a way to thank them? Why did agreeing to let them treat her seem like the biggest reward? However, the clever Xiao Ma quickly figured this out. She discovered the most important rule in the world, and this rule only applies to pretty girls—pretty girls like her. So whenever she wanted to watch a movie, she would call a boy who had borrowed her notes before and tell him, "I really want to watch this movie... can you go with me?"

Of course, every boy who answered the phone immediately agreed. Moreover, she never had to pay for movie tickets because she only needed to pretend, and the other person would immediately say, "No need, I'll pay for this little bit."

Whenever she wanted to eat something nice, she would call one of those nerdy guys who had once fixed his computer and say the same thing: "I really want to eat this and that... can you take me to eat it?"

Then she would order as much as she could and eat as much as she could. When paying the bill, she would pretend to look at the bill and say, "Wow! I didn't expect our meal to be so expensive..."

Then she would put on an innocent and pitiful expression, and the guy would definitely pretend to be generous and tell her it wasn't expensive at all, then pretend to be wealthy and take out his wallet, shouting, "Check, please!"

She only became more proficient at these techniques after having three or four boyfriends. Even so, she still didn't save any money because her living expenses were all spent on clothes, shoes, and skincare products. Because only after carefully dressing up could she get what she wanted from men. Most guys get dumped by her because they become increasingly possessive after starting a relationship, or because they think they've won her heart by having her body, and then they start controlling her every move, making her feel suffocated. But deep down, she harbors a longing, a yearning for new men.

Because new men bring new perspectives, a new world, inject new vitality into her life, give her different gifts, take her to different places… even new ways of making love. Gradually, men begin to overlap in her life, no longer one at a time, sometimes several at the same time.

Tall, muscular men are there to comfort her tired body after class; refined, handsome men are there to show off when she goes out with her girlfriends; wealthy young men are there to carry her things and pay the bills when she wants to go shopping.

She discovered that as long as she vigorously moved her hips, clenched her vagina tightly, and patiently licked his penis in bed, allowing him to ejaculate however he wanted, every man was willing to take her to any upscale motel she desired and to eat any food she craved. This became even more apparent after she finally graduated from university and entered the workforce. Once, a company boss, after an interview, privately asked her if he could ask her out that evening. She politely declined with a captivatingly sweet smile, but that same night, the boss persisted, calling to inquire about her well-being. Knowing her "playing hard to get" tactic

had worked, she made up an excuse: "My dog seems unwell..."

The boss arrived at her apartment building thirty minutes later in a champagne-gold Lexus LS460. She didn't get home until the next morning; of course, the vet visit didn't take that long. Her dog was cured—but she didn't spend a penny. Her stomach was full—but she'd never eaten such expensive Japanese food before. And it was the first time she'd slept in a room costing tens of thousands of dollars a night. She went to work on the third day, and instead of a switchboard operator position, she became the chairman's special assistant, her salary skyrocketing.

However, this good life didn't last long. Like other men, although this one was older and held a higher position, his doting affection only lasted a few months; she lost to a lovely newcomer applying for a secretary position. So she made a firm decision and left the company dejectedly. After that, she changed jobs several times and had several men.

But similarly, she always got whatever she wanted from different men—except genuine affection. A few days ago, I ran into Xiao Ma, who's been a friend (or maybe just casual sex partner?) for years. I asked her how she was doing. She shrugged and told me that in the years since she entered the workforce, she'd been constantly changing jobs and never had a stable one. I then asked her about her love life. She shrugged again and told me, "Sigh...you men...you're all so fickle..."

I smiled, because I heard her say that every time we met. However, this time Xiao Ma added, "Sigh...youth is invincible...I've spent so much energy and time taking care of my face, skin, and figure, but I still feel increasingly inferior to those young girls just starting out in the workforce..."

After hearing this, I tilted my head and thought for a moment, then kissed her forehead, feeling a little guilty as I comforted her, "Don't worry, Xiao Ma, you're almost thirty now. Compared to them, you have more mature womanly charm; you're more attractive and more attractive; besides, you have much more inner beauty than those young girls!"

This sounded very fake. Because what I really wanted to say was: "Those who rely on their looks to please others will find their favor

waning as their beauty fades." And I didn't think she had any substance at all, because from a young age, she had spent all the time meant for self-improvement on dressing up and having fun. But at that moment, I couldn't say it aloud, because my penis was inside her; inside a body that had already been penetrated by many. So I had to lie. Lying the same lies as those lustful men who speak recklessly for momentary pleasure. This is the story of a beautiful girl, Xiao Ma. A story of a beautiful girl who evokes a sense of pity and regret, but one that still makes you want to have sex with her a few more times while she's young; a story of a woman I would want to strangle if she were my daughter.

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