Cousins sharing a husband

Ten years ago, I was 23, fresh out of a dubious vocational college. Driven by a dream of venturing out into the world, I left my hometown to work at a long-established state-owned fertilizer factory in Shanxi, over 2,000 kilometers away. I was tired of everything in my hometown and just wanted to experience a new world.

Although the fertilizer factory didn't provide food or accommodation, the probationary period was short, and with frequent overtime, I could earn 25,000 yuan a year, which seemed quite good to me. Considering my low education and poor family background, I was already grateful for the job.

Since food and accommodation weren't provided, I immediately started looking for affordable housing.

Fortunately, the area was a factory district with many migrant workers, a diverse and bustling place, but also with many private houses available for rent. The rental agent and I had a pleasant conversation, and he offered me a perk, so I ended up living in a dormitory full of single young female factory workers.

This dormitory was only three kilometers from my workplace, a little over half an hour's walk. The room was very cheap, only 50 yuan a month. However, there was no hot water for showers, and utilities were extra.

Not long after I settled in, one evening, three or four girls, blushing, knocked on my door. They giggled when they saw me come out. They asked if I wanted to share meals, saying it would save money and we could eat more.

Of course, I agreed.

Actually, I'm not picky about food, clothing, or shelter; I only eat two plain steamed buns every night, which isn't considered miserable by me. But I was lonely. Being new to the area, unfamiliar with the place, suffering from the change in environment, and not understanding the dialect, I always felt empty at night. Sharing meals meant I could maybe chat with the girls, which would be nice.

This apartment had seven or eight rooms rented out, and all the girls, except for me, were in their teens and twenties. And they were all quite good-looking; even the least attractive was at least a 60 out of 100. Looking back, I was incredibly lucky.

Since it was sharing meals, it was all about who contributed what they could. We chatted and calculated for a while: an average of thirty-eight meals a month, since there were three meals on Saturdays and Sundays. Twenty yuan a day was enough to eat very well. Of the 760 yuan, I contributed 200 yuan, plus the cost of changing the gas cylinder. It felt like I was losing out, but it didn't matter; money is meant to be spent. I

was so happy, really happy. I sat around a small table with a few girls, eating and chatting about the prices of the food. We were like family. This simple life made me feel incredibly fulfilled, but the restlessness in my body at night was constantly stimulating me.

Finally, one day, I knocked on a girl's door and asked if we could be friends.

This girl's surname was Long, but I can't tell her full name, so let's just call her Long Mei. She was 150 cm tall, had small tiger teeth, and fair skin. She had a B-cup, a perky butt, and a cute face—the kind of small but perfectly formed woman.

Seeing that my breathing was getting heavier, she pulled me into the room and placed my hand on her chest. She told me that she had left her hometown to work here, had broken up with her boyfriend almost a year ago, and missed men terribly.

We started having sex without even dating. We quickly showered and got right to it.

I squeezed her buttocks and rubbed them back and forth, and Longmei wasn't to be outdone, stroking my penis with her small hands. We caressed each other and quickly got into the mood; I got hard, and she got wet.

We started with the missionary position, and she orgasmed almost as soon as I entered, even shedding tears. She said she missed penises so much. I asked her if mine was bigger or her ex-boyfriend's. She was honest, giving me an answer that didn't quite satisfy me. I brought her to orgasm three times in this position, and then she said it was her turn.

Okay, I liked that; a diligent girl is a good girl.

Longmei tried the lotus position; she was fine moving on her own, but if I moved too, she would roll her eyes in pain after a few strokes. It turned out she had a pre-existing uterus and a sensitive cervix, so it hurt terribly whenever my penis hit her. I really couldn't understand how her ex-boyfriend with the huge penis could hold back.

So, our sex positions were reduced to the most traditional missionary position. But it felt good too. Her small stature and youthful appearance made me feel like I was having sex with her, which was very exciting.

The next night at dinner, Longmei grabbed my arm and announced to the other girls, "This handsome guy is mine, you can't take him away~~~"

At that time, I was very young, 181 cm tall, strong, with four-pack abs, weighing 78 kg, and my face somewhat resembled a young Ti Lung. Moreover, my skin was very fair and delicate; many girls' carefully cared-for skin was far inferior to mine. This appearance caused me a lot of trouble since I was a child. In kindergarten, my mother often made me wear skirts for photos to amuse me; in elementary school, my classmates often laughed at me for looking like a transvestite; in middle school, they stopped laughing because if they did, I would punch them in the face; in college… I won't go into details.

It's strange; I never thought of myself as handsome before, but suddenly I understood many things that I couldn't understand before. Why many boys or girls inexplicably hated me; why women were so easy to get; why mature women were willing to have sex with me… it was all just because of this appearance.

I wasn't happy at all; I'm not a vibrator!

Secondly, I wanted to sleep with her.

Physical attraction is too easily obtained, and feelings are often easily discarded.

I quickly grew tired of Longmei. On one hand, her pre-existing uterus made me lose interest; on the other hand, she often flaunted our relationship in front of her friends and coworkers, stuffing my wallet with photos of us, which made me very uncomfortable.

My view of women was simply for casual sex, nothing more. This was probably a habit I developed in school. Besides, there were many pretty girls around, and I didn't want to be tied down by Longmei like a dog marking its territory.

Then I met her cousin, who lived in another private house within fifty meters of my rented place.

The first time I saw her, she was lying in bed sick, and Longmei asked me to bring her medicine. I was immediately struck by her beauty. Longmei's cousin's surname was Zhang, and her name sounded like Tingting. Her bust was much larger than her cousin's, a C-cup, and very firm. She was two years older than me, 25, but her skin was incredibly fair, even fairer than mine. Fair skin hides a multitude of flaws; even the faint freckles on her cheeks had a certain charm. Most importantly, she was 162cm tall, so her vagina probably wasn't as short as her cousin's.

That night, after having sex with Longmei, I bluntly told her I wanted to sleep with her cousin. Either she agreed to stay, or I refused and had to leave.

Looking back now, that behavior was incredibly awful. Sigh, I was so reckless and didn't take her seriously enough, thinking I could get away with it by coercion. Now I desperately want to travel back in time and tell my past self how foolish I was, but that's impossible now.

Longmei cried, and I realized her resolve was stronger than I'd imagined. She told me, "I misjudged you. Since you've already thought this way, there's no point in continuing. Let's break up. Go after my cousin."

I regretted it.

Although Longmei made me uncomfortable in bed, at least she liked me. Because she liked me, I suddenly realized that I actually liked her too. It sounds convoluted, but that's the reality.

No matter how much I tried to persuade her, Longmei packed her bags and moved to another furnished apartment that night, leaving me feeling terrible. But then the image of her cousin, Zhang Tingting, kept flashing before my eyes, and my physical desires once again overwhelmed my emotions.

I admit, being easily swayed by others has always been a common problem of mine, only slightly lessened a few years later.

Longmei's cousin, Zhang Tingting, soon found out that I had dumped her cousin. She kept texting me, telling me how kind and innocent her cousin was, and asking why I had abandoned her. "

Because I wanted to sleep with you," she said. I quickly and subtly expressed this.

Zhang Tingting then started avoiding me.

She ignored me at meals, avoided me when we met, and when she did talk to me, it was always about her poor cousin, leaving me feeling like a tiger trying to eat a turtle, with no way to proceed.

But fate was kind to me; Zhang Tingting soon fell ill.

A rented room for fifty yuan a month couldn't be much better, and it was already autumn—she dared to take cold showers! That's ruthless.

Female friendships are incredibly fragile. Perhaps because Zhang Tingting was pretty, she had no one to take care of her in bed. I wanted to help, but she was always wary of me, so she called her cousin, Sister Liu, to look after her.

Sister Liu had been a prominent figure in the entertainment industry in her youth, even working as a supervisor at a bathhouse at her peak. Although she was eleven years older than me, she had a lot of charisma—the kind of charisma that makes you want to believe her even when you know she's lying.

III. Let me teach you

something. I've always liked female con artists, even knowing they're just playing with me, yet I still fall for them. Sometimes I think it's because they ignore my appearance; in a way, that's part of their charm.

People are just like that—rich young men fall for women who don't care about money, and handsome guys fall for girls who aren't pretty. On the other hand, perhaps women don't love money simply because they're lustful, and girls don't love beauty simply because they're greedy.

The moment I saw Sister Liu, I drastically reduced the time and budget I'd spent pursuing Zhang Tingting, and instead fawned over Sister Liu like a little follower.

Frankly, Sister Liu was thirty-four, and her figure had already begun to show signs of a mature woman's weight gain, with fat piling up around her waist. But she was alluring and seductive; often, just a glance or a gesture would leave me speechless—or rather, pretending to be. I knew she was secretly pleased with her teasing me; nothing could arouse a woman's pleasure more than teasing a younger man.

I deliberately lowered my IQ to quickly savor Sister Liu's charms. She was like a ripe cherry; I had already plucked her from the vine, just waiting to taste her.

The opportunity came quickly. Zhang Tingting's illness had improved; it was just a cold after all. Sister Liu said she was leaving the next day. That evening, I bought a poached chicken, several bottles of beer, and a pack of cigarettes to see her off.

Sister Liu ate with gusto, her gaze towards me growing increasingly alluring. Finally, she whispered in my ear, "Handsome young man, have you ever tasted a woman's flavor?"

The smoke rings she exhaled enveloped my face, and I held my breath, my face flushing. Then, feigning bragging, I replied, "Of course! I have plenty of experience."

Sister Liu grinned mischievously, rubbing her chest against me, and asked, "How many holes does a woman have down there?"

I said, "One, of course! No, two!"

This elicited a giggle from her, and she told me, "I'll teach you tonight, don't close the door."

I waited in bed until after 11 pm, finally seeing a figure sneak in. She covered my mouth and whispered, "Don't shout, or people will find out, and that won't be good."

Don't worry, it definitely won't be me shouting.

Sister Liu was good at taking shortcuts; she simply lay flat on the bed, legs together, and gestured for me to press down on her. Then she grabbed my erect penis and shoved it into her vagina. Sister Liu's vulva was positioned quite far forward. After I brought her to orgasm, she crossed her legs and squeezed them together forcefully. Her vagina became incredibly tight; I knew this must be her signature move, the secret to her success in the pleasure quarters. I reckon most men would ejaculate in ten minutes with this technique, but she'd chosen the wrong target.

I was determined to completely ravage her; she was leaving tomorrow anyway, so I had to have my fill.

We went at it for eight hours straight.

Sister Liu's gaze shifted from shock to tenderness to pleading. I'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had—probably over thirty. Her signature "leg-entwining" technique was constantly being re-entwined by me after each release. My penis was swollen and red, my back ached, my legs were numb, and my sweat soaked the sheets, but I didn't care. The thrill of conquest outweighed the physical exhaustion.

We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, in the early morning. The sheets were damp, so we pulled them off and slept directly on the mattress. We hugged each other, Liu Jie's makeup completely soaked with sweat. She called me "Little Glutton," and I called her "Bad Sister."

I had completely fallen for Liu Jie.

There are generally two reasons why a man falls in love with a woman: 1. He desires her body but hasn't had her; 2. His lust and desire to conquer are completely satisfied by the woman.

I clearly belong to the second type. As a man who ejaculates late, very few girls can satisfy me. Before meeting Liu Jie, I only met one, the vixen "Big Bitch" from university, but unfortunately, she was scared of me and ran away.

Although Liu Jie pleaded with me to let her go in bed, her vagina was still contracting and squeezing in waves. Little liar, but I liked it.

Liu Jie told me that once her hemorrhoids were cured, she would even give me her asshole, letting me play with every hole in her body. I was very moved; my liking for her turned into love, even though I felt she was just lying to me, but I just liked hearing it. Sigh, how pathetic…

But, things took an unexpected turn.

A few minutes later, Sister Liu's phone rang. Her cousin, Zhang Tingting, had been in a car accident. She was stunned, and so was I. This is fucking a cruel joke on us.

IV. You're actually pretty good to me.

Zhang Tingting was having a really tough time. She'd just recovered from an illness and excitedly went to visit her friends.

One of her friends borrowed a Santana from another, and together with yet another friend, the three girls drove to Taiyuan.

The female driver's driving skills were... well, anyway, they ended up rear-ending each other. The girls in the driver's and passenger's seats were fine because they were wearing seatbelts, but Zhang Tingting wasn't. Two of her front teeth hit the front seat and fell out. She also got a scar on her forehead. She was disfigured, but no one would compensate her. The driver wasn't the owner, and the owner wasn't driving. She was in a terrible situation.

As soon as money was mentioned, all her friends ran away, but she gained a bunch of new friends.

Laughing at

someone's misfortune is a long-standing tradition in our country. Many female workers came in groups to see the huge black hole in her mouth. Although they tried to hide it, an uncontrollable "you've finally met your match" was evident in their words. Sister Liu went back. Her leave was over, and she had almost spent all her money. She had to go back to earn more. Before leaving, she asked me to take care of her cousin, Zhang Tingting. She told me that it didn't matter if I ended up in bed with her, since she had already figured out that I was a man who couldn't stand being alone.

I told her seriously that no matter how obedient my penis was, I would never let her cousin suffer.

I didn't have money, but I could work overtime.

I worked overtime almost every day for a month without a break, volunteering for the middle and night shifts. The guys in my team were very considerate and didn't compete with me. But the price of the two porcelain crowns still made me shudder. Several thousand yuan! I had less than three hundred yuan left in my pocket.

Although the teeth were fixed, the scar on her forehead wouldn't go away, and Zhang Tingting became much more depressed. She often skipped dinner, just hiding in her room sleeping and spacing out. I always brought her some simple food. I had no choice; I was broke.

One day, Zhang Tingting suddenly smiled and said to me, "Ming-ge, you're actually pretty good to me too."

Calling me "Ming-di" would be more appropriate, since she's two years older than me. I knew she was upset, so I told her I'd take her out for a walk today, and she'd feel better afterward. After we

finished eating some tofu pudding together, I took her to the largest hospital nearby. It was Sunday, and it was packed with people. You wouldn't imagine how many people get sick or injured unless you go to a hospital. There were children, young people, middle-aged people, elderly people, and disabled people. Their faces were hurried; they were all rushing to register, see a doctor, get medicine, and be hospitalized. No one wanted to waste a second; they were racing against time, trying their best to get out of the hospital as quickly as possible.

I then took Zhang Tingting to a nearby Zen temple, where there were many female patients with late-stage cancer, wearing black coats and desperately praying to the illusory Buddha for their next life. They had already given up hope of living.

I hugged Zhang Tingting from behind and asked her, "How about we make love tonight? It'll make you happy."

She agreed.

After several brief encounters that night, we confirmed our positions. Although Zhang Tingting initially chose the paparazzi position out of shame, not wanting me to see the scar on her forehead, she also had a pre-protruding uterus, which caused her pain when I was aroused.

We made love joyfully in the side-lying position. Her skin was really white, and mine was just as white. Our arms and legs were intertwined, perfectly harmonious.

I discovered her favorite position: the lotus position. She could reach orgasm quickly in this position. It was clear that Zhang Tingting was a girl who liked to be in control, and our relationship probably wouldn't last long. But I didn't care about the future; with such beauty before me, enjoying myself was the only way.

We intertwined, slowly wriggling like worms. I rubbed her snowy buttocks with my hands, occasionally drawing figure-eight shapes on her buttocks with my fingers, eliciting tremors from her.

She said, "Why did you have sex with my cousin? She's so much older than you."

Fifth, the support of my parents .

As for Zhang Tingting's question, I didn't answer truthfully.

Should I say that I just wanted to experience as many women as possible? Although I'm reluctant to admit it, I wasn't very picky about women when I was younger; as long as they had a hole, it was fine…

I've also said that I'm a late ejaculator, so late that I often need to be very willing to ejaculate, and the woman's arousal skills need to be maxed out, plus her vagina needs to be tight for me to feel pleasure. That's why I enjoy constantly hunting for girls; it's like a customer at a fruit shop tapping the rind of a watermelon repeatedly to find the best one.

Having sex with girls is often free. But maintaining a relationship is different. Shopping, buying emergency contraception—all of these cost money.

I've been working overtime almost non-stop, and my colleagues' opinions of me have started to grow, and I'm also a little annoyed. Why do some girls always relentlessly squeeze men's wallets? But I didn't want to break up so easily again, only to suddenly realize, "Oh, actually I quite like Zhang Tingting, not just for sex."

So, I just kept going. This situation unexpectedly eased.

One day after work, I found my mom sitting on my dorm bed, smiling and waiting for me.

I was completely bewildered. "Mom! How did you find this place?"

My mom wandered around my room, first complaining about the lack of light, the lack of hot water, and the poor heating—what would I do in winter? Then she asked how my meals were, if I had any belongings, how busy I was at work, and whether I wanted to come home at the end of the year. She said my dad missed me…

My mom was incredibly long-winded, talking for a long time. Finally, I patiently told her to find a hotel to rest and catch a flight home the next day. Before leaving, she gave me a bank card, saying it was from my dad, and that there's no grudge between father and son. Then she left.

Shortly after my mom left, Zhang Tingting rushed downstairs. She must have arrived earlier, but was just too shy to come in. She asked me, "Is that your mother? She must have been a great beauty when she was young."

I said, "Yes."

The next day after work, I glanced at my bank account; the PIN was still my birthday. Checking the balance, my eyebrows twitched—50,000 yuan? Had Dad gone mad? I remembered him being very stingy.

Thinking about what Mom said, she wasn't wrong. This dorm room was pretty bad. Since I had 50,000 yuan as a starting point, I decided to choose a fully furnished, spacious rental. A

90-square-meter room with appliances and hot water was priced at 700 yuan a month. Luckily, I brought Zhang Tingting to negotiate the price. Although she didn't manage to get a lower price, at least she didn't make me prepay six months' rent, which was good enough. We didn't have much stuff, so we moved in. That evening, while I was washing vegetables, she hugged me from behind and said I was so good to her.

I thought to myself, "It's good to have money; happiness can be so easily achieved."

There were hot showers, TV, and even a Simmons mattress to sleep on. Zhang Tingting often brought friends over to show off. Actually, this level of living would barely qualify as a poor man's in the South, but to us working-class folks, it was paradise.

Not long after, Zhang Tingting asked if she could bring Longmei to stay with us.

I froze. Although Zhang Tingting and I lived together, we slept in separate rooms, though we often had sex at night. On one hand, we both wanted to maintain our independence; on the other hand, sometimes we had to work overtime and didn't want to disturb each other. But what about our sex life if Longmei moved in? That was so awkward.

I wasn't so monstrous as to have sex with my ex-girlfriend in her ear. But I still agreed, after all, I felt guilty towards Longmei.

That night, Longmei arrived with her luggage. She no longer hated me, and of course, she no longer liked me either; she just saw me as her cousin's boyfriend. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I felt so pathetic.

Longmei's reason for moving in was chilling: right next to her dorm, a male teacher was robbed and had his throat slit on his way home from work. It turned out to be a murder case; no wonder the police had been questioning us temporary residents a few days ago.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting slept in the guest room, and I slept in the master bedroom. During sex, Zhang Tingting was completely restrained, barely daring to make a sound, which annoyed me greatly, but I couldn't say anything, which was frustrating.

Winter arrived quickly.

That night, around 2 AM, I heard a faint sound of a key turning the lock outside. I immediately grabbed a crowbar from under the bed, slowly moved to the door, and kicked it open. Luckily, it was a lone thief without accomplices; the preemptive strike scared him. Seeing he was young, I didn't call the police, gave him 300 yuan to see a doctor, and let him go.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting were also terrified; they actually slept with me that night. A bizarre turn of events—my life took another bizarre turn.

I'm a bit superstitious, probably because of my complicated life experiences. Many people don't believe in ghosts and gods, simply because they haven't encountered enough bad things.

Sixth, Long Mei re-enters my life.

The girls are clever; Zhang Tingting sleeps in the middle, and Long Mei and I sleep on either side. Although having sex is impossible, my happiness is overflowing.

Listening to the deep breathing of the two girls I've had sex with one after the other in my ear feels so good. I think I'm not inherently a lecherous succubus; I'm just lonely and want someone to keep me company. It's all the country's one-child policy's fault, I internally try to shirk responsibility.

I can't sleep at all, my mind is conjuring up all sorts of tactics, like first having sex with Zhang Tingting to stimulate Long Mei, then taking advantage of her arousal to pull her over for a threesome, or... or... maybe I could do this... But I know very well that Long Mei is a girl who loves and hates fiercely and acts decisively. If I dare to do that, it will definitely backfire.

A few days later, the police came to give a theft warning, saying not to keep large amounts of cash or valuables at home. A group of itinerant thieves had recently started frequenting the area, picking locks and breaking doors like it was nothing. They told us to be on our own, and if we got robbed, the chances of the police recovering our belongings were practically zero.

"Officer," I said, "you're joking, are you? We don't have any large amounts of cash

or valuables!" But the security situation was indeed deteriorating. There had been several burglaries in the area; some people only lost a few preserved ducks, while others lost all their hard-earned savings. Maybe it was a thief, or maybe it was a coworker—with the year-end approaching, nobody could say for sure.

One night, I was gently woken up by Longmei. We usually slept separately when Zhang Tingting worked overtime. Longmei whispered in my ear that it sounded like someone was trying to break into the door. I listened; it was the sound of wind and sand. I told her not to be afraid, that even if it was a thief, I could handle it. Longmei asked me what her cousin tasted like.

I understood.

She still cared about me, or perhaps it was my skill in bed.

I quickly pulled off her panties. Longmei's vagina was hot and wet. I thrust in directly, my penis pausing slightly after going in halfway due to insufficient lubrication, before going all the way in.

Because Longmei was short, she, like her cousin Zhang Tingting, bounced on top of me in a lotus position. I supported her buttocks with my hands, matching her rhythm to save her energy. In less than a few minutes, her thighs were sweating, and she suddenly stopped moving. I felt Longmei's vagina contract rapidly a few times; she had an orgasm.

Longmei and Zhang Tingting's orgasms were remarkably similar; both looked like they were about to cry when they reached their climax, then smiled and wrapped their arms around my neck, urging me to continue. We

tried different positions, woman on top, man on top, and woman on bottom. During Longmei's sixth orgasm, she pinched my arm hard with her nails, letting out a moan that sounded like crying. I thrust in and out with all my might, subtly brushing against her cervix, causing her vagina to tremble. Having made love so often, we knew all the taboos and sensitive spots inside and out.

An hour later, Longmei lay weakly in my arms, my right hand slowly rubbing her buttocks, feeling incredibly happy. "You still can't live without me, can you?" I admit I was a bit arrogant and narcissistic when I was younger.

She asked me many questions, most of which I couldn't answer. Why did I hurt her? Why did I pursue her cousin? Why didn't I even spare her distant cousin? Did I experience pleasure when I made love with her? Why couldn't I ejaculate? Did I experience pleasure when I made love with her cousin? Did I know her heart was aching? Do you know how much courage it took for her to come back? Do you know how hot her face was tonight? Do you know what others will say about her? How will she face Zhang Tingting later?

For the first time, I realized how complicated a girl's thoughts are. No wonder the ancients didn't allow women to participate in politics; otherwise, drafting imperial edicts alone could exhaust a bunch of eunuchs.

Just as Long Mei was struggling with her thoughts, a commotion came from outside the window. The female workers from the electronics factory were getting off their afternoon shift. Long Mei screamed and ran back to her room, then realized she hadn't taken her underwear. She rushed back to look for it, and warned me one last time, "Don't tell my cousin!"

I smelled the room; the smell of vagina and penis was very strong.

After Zhang Tingting came back, she dragged Long Mei and me out for a late-night snack. Long Mei pretended to be sleepy, and Zhang Tingting said, "Let's go together, you can't sleep anyway."

The three of us went to Jin Sanxia Hot Pot. Zhang Tingting ordered a lot of meat, saying it was to help me replenish my energy.

I knew I had won.

VII. Did I really win?

After Zhang Tingting tacitly approved of my relationship with Longmei, I experienced the happiest time of my life.

We went to work together, ate breakfast together, rode our bikes through the bustling streets together, and racked our brains together for living expenses. My dominance in sex made me like a skilled chef, able to easily satisfy two tables of hungry diners. Although we never actually became a threesome, it was like two women taking turns serving one man. Not long after, Sister Liu came to see us. She wanted to go to Shanghai, to try her luck while she still had a few years of beauty left, but she was short of money. Then, quickly, all three of them disappeared from my life. I can no longer remember what happened; only fragmented pieces remain. I don't hate Sister Liu. She used methods I couldn't understand to persuade Longmei and Zhang Tingting to come with me twice—just twice. And then… money, money, money, money, money. I know Sister Liu's reasons for asking for money were all lies. I withdrew 15,000 yuan from the bank card my dad had given me for emergencies and gave it to Sister Liu. She said she would pay me back later, but I said, "Let's talk about it in the next life."

She smiled and didn't argue.

Two years later, Sister Liu called me, saying she was retiring and going back to her hometown to open a foot massage parlor and be a boss. She had worked as a madam in a Shanghai bar for over a year, but unfortunately, she had lost all her hard-earned money gambling. Could I lend her some more?

I said, "Would 100,000 yuan be enough?" I was no longer the wage earner I used to be.

Sister Liu was silent for a moment and said, "I'll still go with 15,000 yuan. I'll pay you back later. By the way, today is my birthday."

I said, "Happy birthday. By the way, I've always liked you, and I still do. You're actually a good woman."

Then we hung up and never contacted each other again.

Zhang Tingting was going to go to Shanghai with Sister Liu at that time. She said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to sell myself. I just heard that you can earn three or four times more money doing foot massages in Shanghai than working in an electronics factory."

I didn't say anything.

Every penny a man earns is hard-earned, how could he easily spend it lavishly on you? You're older than me, you should understand, and you know I understand too, so why say such polite things?

I followed them for three hours, then transferred to Taiyuan to see them off at the airport. Zhang Tingting smiled and said to me, "Don't make the girls who like you and love you sad anymore, or you'll regret it."

I told her I regretted being so greedy. She shook her head and talked to me a lot. She taught me a stunning new term: empathy. It was a trendy phrase she heard her supervisor at the electronics factory use all the time.

Here's what Zhang Tingting said to me:

"Brother Jiaming, if you were me, and I were you, your boyfriend was handsome and charming, but he could never find satisfaction in himself. So you gave in and shared him with your cousin, but he still wouldn't stop. He wanted to bring home women who had been prostitutes. You gave in again, but he thought of even more despicable ways to play. Without a shred of understanding, without a shred of compromise, he took your painful concessions for granted, treating you like a woman worse than a prostitute. Would you still like him? Would you still have any motivation to continue with him?"

Although Zhang Tingting wasn't very educated, I've kept her words in my heart for years. Although I occasionally make mistakes, it's always her words that make me reflect.

Longmei didn't go with me. She said she'd earned enough money and was going back to get married, looking very happy. I knew that person definitely wasn't me.

She didn't say goodbye when she left.

When we reconnected, almost ten years had passed. She told me that when Zhang Tingting met me, she already had a five-year-old daughter, and Sister Liu had a teenage son. They were actually married long ago; otherwise, their families wouldn't have trusted them to work away from home.

But this didn't lessen my guilt at all.

I'm not one to learn from my mistakes, but after several more, I finally accepted Zhang Tingting's words.

Don't insult girls who like you. Once you're naked in bed, everyone is equal. Be forgiving; not pushing too hard is leaving yourself an escape route.

I continued hunting for women, but I was no longer as ruthless as before. The final reward in life is memories, isn't it?

Sometimes when I'm having sex with girls, I recall Long Mei, Zhang Tingting, and Sister Liu—not the foursomes, but the first time we had sex together. Although so many years have passed and their faces are blurred in my mind, the feelings remain.

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