[Village chaos] [End]

I

glanced at my watch; it was almost nine o'clock. I put away my novel, picked up a math book, and pretended to study. To be honest, math is easy for me; I don't need to work hard to get good grades.

I was born in a quiet, poor little mountain village. My parents are my father and mother, and I have a younger sister who is three years younger than me. My father is very smart, but unfortunately, due to his family background, he didn't have much opportunity to study

. However, he didn't complain much. He pinned all his hopes on me, hoping I could get into a prestigious university and bring him honor. Fortunately, I inherited his intelligence, and my grades have always been good. My mother was illiterate. She is quite pretty and has a good figure, but she has a long scar on her neck from when she was a child and was scalded with boiling water. But then again, without that scar, she wouldn't have married my father, and naturally, there would be no me, and no story like this.

My mother is a woman of few words, always focused on her work and never making decisions. I don't talk to her much either. The three words she says to me most often are: "Time to eat." And all I do when we meet is call her "Mom."

Just after 9 o'clock, my mother pushed open the door with a washbasin in her pocket. People in the countryside don't knock. While I was washing my face, Mom took out my foot bath from under the bed. After I finished washing, she poured most of the hot water from the washbasin into the foot bath. While I soaked my feet, Mom bent down and started taking off her shoes and pants, as usual. After putting them away, she lay on my bed, her buttocks slightly raised.

I dried my feet, took off my pants, and climbed on top of her, starting to do it like a dog.

My little brother easily penetrated my mother's vagina. Her vagina was very slippery, but I knew it wasn't her vaginal fluid but our cooking oil. Every night when my mother came, she would apply some cooking oil to the inside and outside of her vagina; it was her habit. Just like how no matter how violently I thrust, she remained motionless, silently enduring without making a sound.

About 10 minutes later, I ejaculated. I got off my mother, and as usual, she used the remaining hot water in the basin to clean my penis. She washed herself, cleaned away the semen I had left inside her, put on her pants and shoes, emptied the water from the basin through the window, closed the door, and quietly left. For over

three

months, this has been the routine every night. I've gotten used to having sex with my mother every night before going to sleep. At first, I was worried that my father would find out, but now I feel no fear at all. But every time my mother comes in, the first thing she does is close and lock the door, even though my father has never entered my room at night.

Except for the few words we exchanged the first time we had sex six months ago, we haven't spoken since. Every time is like a silent movie, repeating yesterday's story every day.

Born into such a poor family—a father who was called a "landlord's son," a mother with a scar on her neck as thick as a finger and resembling a tree root, and a younger sister who had to repeat first grade three times—my introverted and insecure personality was destined. I speak very little and walk with my head down.

It turns out my relationship with my mother was strained. She was also insecure; sometimes when we bumped into each other on the street in town, she wouldn't look at me, always keeping her head down and turning away. I think she was afraid my classmates and friends would know I had a mother like her, afraid I'd be laughed at.

I'd never thought about understanding her before, but after we had that kind of relationship, I had some doubts and an interest, like why my mother could have sex with me every day without her period? Why had I never experienced that?

But I could never bring myself to ask, and in the end, everything remained bottled up inside, leaving only the mechanical thrusting every night.

Most of my classmates were more mature than me; some started masturbating in the first year of junior high. I was a late bloomer, and my experience was late but intense. I remember it was the first summer after graduating from junior high. I took the entrance exam for a prestigious private high school in our town. Because of my good grades, not only was my tuition waived, but they also promised to cover my university tuition if I got into a top university.

My town is a bit far from the county seat, but it's surrounded by mountains and has a very quiet environment. I think that's why the best private high school in our area is located here. Getting into this school is like escaping rural life. Honestly, that was my happiest summer vacation.

Rural people are really short-sighted. I've always had excellent grades since I was little, and getting into university wasn't a problem for me. But most people in the village looked down on me and my family until I got into this high school, which supposedly has a 100% university entrance rate. The teacher who came to our village to recruit students boasted that after I got into their school, I'd either get into Peking University or Tsinghua University, and become a high-ranking official or become very wealthy. Only then did the villagers start to look at my family differently.

My

younger sister is really slow-witted. She couldn't continue after the third grade and went to work with a relative. This summer, I didn't have to go to school, so I was in a good mood and wanted to do something for the family. My sister used to herd the cows, but after she went to work, I took over because it was the only farm work I was confident I could do well.

I never imagined that herding cattle could be so educational. Most of the villagers with money and skills have moved to the city, leaving less than half—about a dozen households. Most of them are unskilled and lazy, and the girls are mostly not allowed to go to school; they're raised to help with farm work, including herding cattle.

There are eight cows in the village, originally herded by seven girls and one boy. That boy is my uncle's son, named Hu Zi. My uncle is even worse off than my father; he married a mentally challenged woman, and their son is also mentally challenged. He's 16 years old, but his mental age is probably only seven or eight—simple-minded, but physically strong.

When I was little, I had a fairly good relationship with this cousin. Although we all come from the same ancestor in our village, other relatives are separated by many generations. My uncle is the only close relative in the village. But after starting junior high, I rarely saw Hu Zi. The villagers called me a bookworm. After school, I would stay in my room reading. My parents never asked me to do anything, and I didn't want to go out.

When I went to herd cattle, I naturally went with Hu Zi. My father had already told my uncle to have Hu Zi keep an eye on things for me. Herding cattle in the mountains is different from other places. We would go out after breakfast, take lunch with us, and stay until sunset before returning to the village. Along the way, we would chop some firewood and gather some pig feed.

Hu Zi was the oldest. The oldest girl was Feng, who was 13. The others were all under 10, and the youngest was only 6. Most people in the village had four or five children, so only the youngest girl was qualified to herd cattle, because herding cattle was considered the easiest farm work. My uncle only had Hu Zi, and he was afraid that if he had another child, he would be mentally challenged, so he didn't dare to have any more. Hu Zi never went to school and had been herding cattle since he was a child. The girls he herded with had changed several times.

As soon as the cattle were put into the woods, Hu Zi would get busy, helping one chop firewood and another gather pig feed. He could finish all the girls' tasks in an hour or two. After helping the girls complete their task, Tiger led everyone to steal bird eggs, catch fish, and dig for gophers. They also had a secret hideout with a pot and a variety of wild produce they had gathered themselves.

They were very open with me, probably because Tiger is my cousin, though they always told me never to tell my family about these things.

Tiger was also a very good cook; the meal we had in the forest was probably the best I'd ever eaten. Although Tiger was 16 and acted like an adult, his intelligence was about the same as these uneducated people. Moreover, Tiger helped them with chores and prepared food for them—eggs, fish, and gopher meat. You know, very few families in our village could afford meat even once a month, let alone these girls who were considered a financial burden. Even if they did, they wouldn't get much. No wonder these girls liked Tiger so much and listened to everything he said.

After dinner, everyone finally had some free time. To be honest, I never imagined that herding cattle would have so many benefits. Of course, I really wanted everyone to accept me. I'm not as capable as Tiger, but I've read a lot of books and know a lot. I discovered I'm also quite good at making girls happy. They asked me if I would look down on them if I went to university, moved to the city, became a high-ranking official, and made a lot of money.

I patted my chest and said, "We all come from the same ancestors; even if our bones are broken, they're still connected. If I become successful, I'll definitely arrange jobs for them and bring them to live in the city." Of course, I also assured Tiger. You can't be too polite when someone feeds you; Tiger's cooking is so delicious, how could I not say some nice things?

Honestly, I felt sorry for these girls, born into this kind of environment. But what I told them was just talk; I was just trying to make them happy, to get them accepted into this small group. Who knows what the future holds? And I know this society is very realistic. But a few of these girls really took my words seriously, treating me incredibly well, seeing me as their future savior. However, I didn't feel guilty. I believe that living with a little hope is better than living numbly and ignorantly like this.

They wanted to imagine things, so I helped them fantasize, using my future power and money to help them imagine a happy life after moving to the city. They were really moved and touched. Only Tiger just stared at me and smiled foolishly.

Later, I felt a little sleepy, so I found a cool place to sleep. I have a habit of taking a nap after lunch, usually for an hour or two. When I woke up, everyone except Feng was gone.

I asked Feng where Hu Zi and the others had gone. Feng hesitated, and I sensed something was off. I tried to get her to talk, so I told her that she was my favorite among the group. I added that she was pretty, which was true. The other girls were either still developing or just starting to grow, while 13-year-old Feng already had full breasts and a shapely bottom. Plus, her family treated her well, letting her herd cattle instead of working in the fields, so she hadn't gotten tanned and was fair-skinned and very pretty.

Feng seemed surprised and somewhat incredulous when she heard I liked her. She pressed me for details several times, and I, of course, showered her with compliments, saying how wonderful she was and promising to take her to the city first and find her the best job—ultimately, to get her to listen to me. After saying this, I asked her again where Hu Zi and the others had gone.

Feng finally pointed me in the right direction. I got up and walked towards the woods, but Feng pulled me back, telling me not to go. I asked why, and she said she was afraid I, a scholar, couldn't accept it. I said if they could accept it, why couldn't I? Feng didn't follow me anymore, but silently followed behind me, constantly pointing in the right direction, telling me not to make a sound, acting very mysterious.

Finally, Feng pointed in a direction and said: "Through the branches over there, I saw a scene I couldn't believe." To be honest, I'm a late bloomer and never expected this to happen. Tiger was standing there, having sex with my heifer. Some of the girls were helping to hold the rope, some were scratching the cow, and some were feeding it grass. They were all helping Tiger rape my poor heifer.

I was truly shocked by this scene and didn't know what to do. Feng, however, calmly said to me as if nothing was wrong: "Your cow is in heat. Cows are most obedient at this time. They don't even move when you do it, and it's much more comfortable than usual. Tiger likes it the most."

From what Feng said, it seems that Hu Zi often does this in front of them. Does Hu Zi often do this? Feng nodded. In front of you? Feng nodded. How could he be so shameless! I don't understand. I said Feng pointed to her head and said, "Hu Zi is stupid, but he's a good person and doesn't talk nonsense." I still don't understand, and I was too embarrassed to watch any longer. I didn't know how to face her, so I told Feng that I was going home first, and asked her to help me get back later. Feng nodded.

When

I got home, I couldn't calm down. My mind was filled with images of Hu Zi raping my little heifer. I felt incredibly hot all over, and my penis was as hard as a stick. Touching it felt strange. My mind was filled with one thought: rape my heifer. I couldn't shake it off, like I was possessed.

Waiting for the sun to set, waiting for Tiger and the others to bring the cattle back, waiting for dinner, waiting for my parents to go to sleep—I've never felt time could pass so slowly. But finally, when all was quiet, I secretly sneaked into the cow pen in my yard. By the dim moonlight, I saw that my heifer's vulva was much larger than usual, and clear, sticky fluid was flowing from it.

I pulled out my hard penis and pressed it against the cow's vulva. The estrus cow was indeed very obedient, just as Feng had said, spreading her hind legs and lowering her body to meet me. It was wet and hot. I never thought I'd give my first time to a cow, but I didn't regret it. The feeling was so good, the first time in my life I'd ever had such a wonderful feeling. I couldn't help but thrust, becoming lost in the heifer's body.

"Who's there?" A bright light shone on me, and I instantly froze. If there was a hole, I'd crawl into it; if there was a rope, I'd hang myself; if there was a knife, I'd stab myself immediately. To be discovered on my first time—it's outrageous! My illicit affair with the cow was discovered! The feeling plummeted from heaven to hell.

Then came another scream. I recognized my mother's voice, and I wasn't so scared anymore. I believed she wouldn't tell anyone.

When she realized it was me, she immediately turned off the flashlight. I snapped out of my daze, pulled up my pants, and sheepishly slunk back to my room. My mother followed me. I locked the door, so she kept knocking. She didn't answer, and neither did I; neither of us opened the door.

After a long while, my mother finally spoke, uttering the longest sentence I'd ever heard: "Open the door! Even just say something! It's Mom! Don't do anything foolish! It's nothing. Only Mom saw it. Even if I die, Mom won't tell anyone! Open the door… If you don't answer, I'll go downstairs and wake your dad!" Hearing "If you don't answer, I'll go downstairs and wake your dad," I immediately rushed over and opened the door.

My mother rushed in, tears streaming down her face. She, who had been talking incessantly, was speechless when she saw me, hesitating several times before finally kneeling before me. I was at a loss for words. After a long pause, I finally spoke, "Don't worry, I won't do anything foolish." Hearing this, my mother looked up, and I nodded firmly. Only then did I realize that my penis was still hard, pressing against my crotch. My mother looked up, and it was right above her eyes.

She noticed, paused, stood up, and then began to take off her pants and shoes. She kept her head down the whole time; she hadn't said a word since coming in. She didn't take off her shirt. After she finished, she walked to my bedside, knelt on it, lay down, and slightly raised her buttocks towards me. It was the first time I had seen the lower body of a mature woman. From this position, standing by the bed, I could have sex with my mother like a heifer.

I don't know why my mother did this, but one thing I understand is that if I didn't do it, she wouldn't be truly at ease. If I didn't do it, she would feel ashamed as she did when I was first discovered. In fact, I really wanted to do it too. The lust was so intense that I would have wanted to thrust even if there was a hole in the wall, let alone a real woman, naked and waiting for me to take her.

I took out my penis, walked over, and thrust into my mother like I was fucking a heifer.

"Ah!" My mother and I couldn't help but cry out. It hurt. My mother wasn't wet; her vagina was dry.

I stopped, and my mother whispered two words: "Wait a minute." After saying that, my mother got out of bed, naked, and ran out. A little while later, my mother came back naked, lying down as before. This time, I saw that my mother's vagina was full and slippery, and I thrust in.

Every time, I thrust very deep and hard, but my mother never made a sound, just like every time after that. I went at it for a long time. This was my first time. I had never ejaculated before. I remember that time I ejaculated a lot and for a long time. I never ejaculated like that again. It was a wonderful feeling.

Afterwards, my mother even brought hot water to help me wash up before leaving.

The next

day, I went to herd cattle again, but my mindset was completely different.

Feng asked me about yesterday's events, and I said I'd thought it through; as long as Tiger was happy, I didn't mind.

Unexpectedly, Feng asked if I dared to sleep with a cow. I said what would happen if I did, and she said she'd do anything I wanted.

Now that I had some experience, I sensed something was off about these cowherds, so I used nonsense to coax Feng. I told her that for her sake, I'd sleep with anything, even a dog, let alone a cow. I wanted her to be my woman for life, and I'd let her have my way whenever I wanted.

Unexpectedly, just a few words moved Feng to tears. She took the initiative to pull me into the woods and then snuggled into my arms. I hugged her, kissed and touched her, but she was only 13 years old. Although she was impulsive, I still had some sense. I couldn't do it with her, but I couldn't help it. She was even more unable to control herself than I was. Seeing that I didn't move, she took off all her clothes and eagerly took out my little brother and put it into her wet vulva.

She told me to thrust inside her, saying it wouldn't matter if I ejaculated inside. I could tell she was very experienced and cooperative. At this point, I didn't care anymore; I thrust wildly. She was the complete opposite of my mother, screaming loudly, not caring if anyone heard.

Soon after, I heard laughter behind me. Turning around, I saw Tiger and the others surrounding us, watching. Feng acted as if nothing was wrong, telling me not to stop and ignore them.

I guessed right; Feng dared to scream like that because she wasn't afraid of Tiger and the others finding out. Why wasn't she afraid? They must have all done it together. Good heavens, if that's true, then all the girls in the village who had herded cattle with Tiger have been with him? If that's the case, then what about my sister?!

Sure enough, seeing me getting into it, Tiger grabbed a six-year-old girl and started having sex with her. His penis was much thicker than mine, and it went all the way in at once. The little girl was all smiles, showing no discomfort whatsoever. It was clear they had done it countless times.

I'd only been with Feng for a few minutes when she went limp and told me she'd climaxed and needed to rest. Then she called over Hua, her best friend, who was only 10 years old.

"Sister's tired, you play with brother for a while," Hua said, nodding happily. She started taking off her clothes.

She had no pubic hair, but it was still very wet, making it easy to insert the whole thing. The others eagerly joined in, vying to have sex with me.

Tiger had somehow gotten on top of Feng, and Feng hugged him tightly. Their movements were perfectly coordinated, and Feng soon climaxed. Of all the girls here, only Feng had an orgasm; the others said they felt good but didn't. Feng explained that women only have orgasms when they're in their postpartum period, and the others were still too young to have one, but I don't know if that's true or not.

I'd never talked to Feng before. Even when we met in the village, I'd just walk by with my head down, ignoring her. But these past two days, our relationship has suddenly become so close. I've found we get along really well. Feng doesn't seem to mind me seeing other girls at all, and she really enjoys it when I hug her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. I compliment her, saying I want to marry her.

I don't know if she takes it seriously, but I know she's happy to hear it. She said she's closest to my sister, that my sister has been sleeping with Hu Zi for years, and that Hu Zi doesn't really like sleeping with my sister. She even asked if I wanted to sleep with my sister. I didn't want to; I don't like my silly sister. But at that moment, I just

went along with Feng and said yes. She said she'd talk to my sister and tell her she'd definitely sleep with me, then lowered her head and said, "It's okay for family to sleep together, as long as everyone's happy."

I said I knew, and that you and your family had actually done it too—that was my guess. I felt that Feng's dad was so good to her, there must be a reason. The most likely reason was that Feng was compliant and let her dad have his way with her. And since Hu Zi and I ejaculated inside her, she must have taken birth control pills, which is why her dad was most likely to buy them for her.

Feng didn't object; she just asked if I would look down on her.

I told her what she had said to me yesterday: "If you like someone, you like them. Feng is a good person." I told her that life is unpredictable, and good and bad are hard to distinguish. I said that if she wasn't close to her family, she wouldn't be close to Hu Zi, and what would be the fun in herding cattle? And naturally, she wouldn't be close to me.

I said that although I couldn't guarantee anything, at least we had many possibilities for the future, and she had genuinely gained a lot of happiness. If none of this had happened, she might have lived like a village girl, spending her whole life with an honest man, perhaps not even knowing what an orgasm was, dying old in the mountains like her mother's generation.

I said, "If you like someone, you like them. There are gains and losses. Which one do you prefer?" In the first scenario, Feng didn't stop, and Hu Zi came over again. This guy was really good at this. Feng cooperated very well, but her eyes were fixed on me, and she held me very tightly. After a while, she climaxed and went limp in my arms. I gently said to her, "Be good to your family. I hope you can happily wait for me to come and marry you." Feng sighed weakly.

No one knows how many girls Hu Zi had slept with. Children have their own rules. Most of the girls who followed Hu Zi to herd cattle knew that this would be the outcome. Many experienced cowherds would tell their successors to choose for themselves. Hu Zi never spoke carelessly and was helpful. Following Hu Zi meant good food every day, and a group of girls he had slept with acted as go-betweens. Without his help, they could herd cattle alone. No one could resist these uneducated girls, and in the end, they all ended up with Hu Zi. I just got what I wanted.

Later, I learned that among these girls, besides Feng and her father, several were also involved with their own brothers or neighbors, mostly related to Hu Zi. For example, Hua's brother had feelings for her and often peeked at her, but Hua never let him touch her. Later, Hua slept with Hu Zi, and then when Hua's brother touched her, she didn't resist anymore and let him sleep with her.

I always suspected that some of the mushrooms Hu Zi collected had aphrodisiac properties. Of course, this wasn't intentional on Hu Zi's part; he didn't have the ability, it was just a coincidence. I asked a few of them when they particularly wanted to have sex, and they all said it was after lunch. Feng was the same; I had the same feeling, but I wasn't sure.

6.

When it rained heavily and we couldn't go up the mountain, I would go to Hu Zi's house to play. My uncle would go gambling when it rained and was never home. There was a mentally challenged old woman there, and Feng liked to have sex, but her father couldn't satisfy her at all. Every time it rained heavily, Feng would take the initiative to have sex with her father once or twice. Feng said that if she didn't, her father would want to go and search for her all over the village. She felt uneasy being with me. After she got her father on board, she would come to Hu Zi's house to play with us.

She always came alone, occasionally bringing flowers. The other girls were mostly young girls with little sexual desire, and rarely came alone.

It was another rainy day. I went to Tiger's house. The door was locked from the inside, which was normal; if it weren't locked, Tiger's mom would run away. I called out, "Tiger!" Hearing my voice, he ran over to open the door. I saw he wasn't wearing any clothes. My penis was hard and sticky. I thought he and Feng were doing it, but when I looked up, it was his mother.

His mother was sitting on the living room table, her legs spread wide, incredibly wet. Tiger's mother was a bald woman; her vulva was fair and full. Tiger greeted me, quickly locked the door, and started having sex with his mother while standing on the floor. I never expected Tiger to even sleep with his own mother. God is truly fair; He didn't give him wisdom, but He gave him sexual happiness.

Although Tiger's mom was mentally challenged, she seemed to really enjoy Tiger having sex with her. She clung tightly to Tiger, twisting her body, her legs spread wide, moaning in rhythm with his thrusts, completely ignoring me watching.

Tiger asked me while he was having sex with her, and although I liked Tiger's mom's type of woman, and I was quite aroused, I felt unsafe having sex with a crazy person. But I couldn't refuse. I knew Tiger well; if he liked someone, he liked them. He only let me play with the woman he liked if he liked me. If I didn't, he would think I didn't like him. I had no choice but to nod.

Tiger stepped aside, and I carefully pulled out my penis and walked towards his mom's crotch. The woman smiled foolishly at me, drooling, but her skin was really good. Being cooped up at home all the time had its advantages; she had big breasts and a good figure.

As soon as I got between her legs, she pushed me away with one hand and put the other on her vulva, preventing me from having sex with her. Tiger didn't help me either, just stood by and watched with a silly grin. But after that push, I wasn't so scared anymore. Tiger's mom was always locked up at home and had never done it before, so she was very weak and didn't have much strength to push me. I thought that even if she got angry, I could control her, but I didn't want to force her. It wouldn't be a good thing to provoke someone who was crazy.

I took off my own clothes, pointed to my penis, and gestured to let her know that I wanted to have sex with her. I made faces, danced to make her happy, gave her food, and tried everything I could think of. But as soon as I got close, she pushed me away, preventing me from having sex with her. She kept pointing at Tiger, as if she only wanted Tiger to have sex with her, not me.

When Feng arrived, I decided to stop playing around and just go for it. Feng said to me, "Tiger was just teasing you. His mother listens to everything Tiger says. Tiger, stop teasing her." When Tiger saw Feng arrive and wanted to have sex with her, he ran over, took his hands off his mother's vulva, made a few gestures towards his mother, picked up Feng, and took her to the bed to have sex with her.

It worked perfectly. I walked between her legs and slowly inserted my penis. She didn't push me away or move. Fine, she didn't move. I didn't care anymore. I hugged her and started thrusting hard. After a while, she started moving too. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, her body pressed tightly against mine, instinctively twisting and turning. We were very well coordinated. Soon she came and lay on the table, not moving at all, letting me thrust in and out like a dead person.

I didn't like looking at her drooling face, so I turned her around and fucked her from behind. Her buttocks were very white and beautiful, and her anus was very pretty. I thought of the legendary anal sex, which I had never tried before. Seeing that she was not moving, and hearing the sounds of Tiger and Phoenix having fun, and no one paying attention to me, I decided to give it a try.

I nudged her with my little brother, but she still didn't move. I tried to penetrate deeper, and it went in easily. It was very wet inside. I knew that Tiger's chrysanthemum had just been used. I nudged her a few times, and Tiger's mom started to react, moving her buttocks and constantly using her anus to suck and squeeze my little brother. It was a really different feeling. I decided to give my first chrysanthemum shot to Tiger's mom.

7.

I lived like this throughout the summer vacation. I did it with Feng and the others during the day and with my mom at night. My mom had developed a habit of coming every night, regardless of whether I wanted it or not. In the end, she would always be lying there. No matter how tired I was, I had to do it. For me, it felt more like a task.

After the summer vacation, I went to school. The school wasn't far from my home. I didn't want to live at school. Once you start having sex, it's hard to quit. Now, if I don't do it at least once a night, I can't sleep well.

Feng was taken out by her dad to work as a prostitute. After I went to school, I stopped herding cattle and didn't have many opportunities to do it with other people. Most of the time, I could only do it with my mom.

One day, I came home a little early and saw my mother drinking something in the kitchen. She looked very uncomfortable. I made an excuse to check and found that my mother was drinking salt water, which was very concentrated.

I remembered why my mother didn't have her postpartum period. I'd read in a book that some ancient prostitutes drank salt water to reduce their menstrual flow, but I never imagined my mother would do that for me.

Perhaps I really should be kinder to her and try to communicate with her. Sex is such a strange thing. I found myself liking my mother more and more. I often thought of her during class, and even the scar on her neck didn't seem so bad anymore.

Everything was slowly changing. When we bumped into each other in town, I no longer pretended not to see her. I would smile at her. I started secretly buying her little trinkets like hair clips and combs. I would help her with housework when I had free time. The school often gave out snacks, and I would always secretly save some for her.

And every night when my mother came in, she slowly stopped just keeping her head down. She would look at me from time to time and smile shyly at me. We didn't know how to start a conversation, what to say. Were we used to being silent, used to everything being unspoken?

In the first midterm exam, I got first place in the school, and the school awarded me 1000 yuan. This was the first time I had so much money, and I decided to take my mother to the county town for a good trip.

I don't know what my mother said, but after thinking it over, I simply bought two bus tickets to the county town for Saturday morning. That evening, after we finished eating, I tore one ticket off and gave it to her in front of her. My mother glanced at me, but didn't say anything, and quietly left as usual.

At breakfast, my father surprisingly invited my mother and me to go to the county town, saying he planned to buy me a pair of brand-name shoes and that I had to try them on to see if they fit before I liked them, saying my mother wasn't very knowledgeable and I was afraid I'd buy fakes if I didn't go.

Hearing my father say this, I secretly glanced at my mother. She looked embarrassed and nervous; she probably had never lied to my father like this before.

On the bus, my mother and I were speechless. When we arrived in the county town, seeing that we didn't recognize anyone, I mustered up my courage and took my mother's hand. My mother was quite surprised, but she let me hold it.

First, I took my mother to buy an outfit. She did whatever I asked for. A pair of jeans—it was the first time she'd ever worn jeans—a pair of high-heeled shoes, a turtleneck shirt, and her hair styled in a loose style. She even wrapped a silk scarf around her scar. It only cost about 300 yuan. My mother was like a completely different person. When I walked down the street with her, people didn't give me the strange looks they used to. If you didn't look closely, anyone would recognize her as my girlfriend.

Then I took my mother to do all the things couples do: go boating in the park, eat various snacks, watch a movie, and go shopping.

Honestly, it was the first time I'd ever seen my mother so happy. No one had ever treated her this well except me. I knew Dad didn't like Mom, and I also realized that my mother was a really good woman. If I wanted her to change clothes or do her hair, she would do it willingly. We had a lot of fun and missed our bus back. I suggested we stay in the county town for the night, and my mother nodded in agreement.

I spent over three hundred yuan to book a deluxe room. This was my mother's first time staying in a hotel, and the first time she'd stayed in such a nice room. It was decorated romantically, with several decorative candles, which suddenly reminded me of our wedding night.

I turned off the lights, lit the candles, and my mother sat quietly by the bed watching. I told her to close her eyes, took a gold pendant from my pocket, and mustered my courage to say to her: "You are the best mother in the world, the greatest mother, and my wife forever. I really love you, and I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me. This gold pendant, though only a little over a gram, was bought with my first bonus. It represents my love and gratitude for you."

I put the pendant on my mother's finger, and she was already in tears. She continued, "Wearing this pendant means that from now on, you will not only be my dearest mother, but also my most beloved wife. From now on, you must cherish and love me even more. I promise to love you and treat you well for the rest of my life. Wherever I go, I will take you with me, never leaving you, and I will be good to you for the rest of my life." My mother was deeply moved. I helped her up and stood before the candles, saying, "Mom, although we're not officially married, we can still go through the traditional wedding ceremony and formally become husband and wife. Mom, are you willing?" She nodded vigorously. I took a towel and placed it over her head. I softly recited the vows: "First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to parents, husband and wife bow to each other." My mother kept her eyes closed, but I could feel her seriousness. From this day forward, we were a proper husband and wife. I removed the towel, embraced my mother, and kissed her. We'd been together countless times, but this was the first time I'd kissed her. From her eyes, along the tear tracks, to her lips, to her neck, I kissed the long scar, tracing it with my tongue. I kept whispering to her how much I loved her.

For the first time, I stripped my mother naked. I suckled her breasts, my hand reaching for her vulva. It was wet; this wasn't cooking oil, but her real vaginal fluid. This time, my mother was truly aroused.

In my excitement, I took my mother's clitoris into my mouth and started sucking. My mother finally moaned and twisted her body, her lower body on top of mine. I penetrated her and told her that I liked her lust, her wantonness, the way she would strip naked and wiggle her ass waiting for me to fuck her. But that wasn't enough. I wanted her to moan, to move, to be even more slutty. I told my mother that everyone dies eventually, and it's better to live a brilliant life than a mediocre one.

My penis slowly penetrated deeper, mouth to mouth, tongues intertwined. Who sets the rules of ethics? It's others. Why should others tell me what to do? I didn't steal, rob, or harm anyone. Why should I be suppressed, why should I be unhappy?

I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, very hard. I wanted my mother to experience both pain and pleasure.

That night, my mother discovered my affair with Niu, but she didn't blame me, didn't say anything to me. She just silently knelt in front of me, begging me not to do anything foolish? Or was she asking me to forgive her for accidentally discovering it? I don't know.

When she saw my erection, I didn't know if it was out of guilt for interrupting my sexual pleasure or out of selfless maternal love. As she knelt there, becoming my little cow, I knew it took great determination and courage.

Previously, my mother's vagina had always been dry, and my thrusting couldn't bring her any physical pleasure. But the moment I ejaculated, I could still feel the joy and satisfaction emanating from her heart. She made me happy, so she was happy.

Afterwards, my mother would always wash my penis with hot water. Each time, I would squint at her; she was very careful, very gentle, her eyes focused, her love boundless.

"My son," I whispered, and with my caresses, my mother finally opened her heart and regained her confidence. She embraced me, kissed me, and swayed her hips in response. From that moment, she no longer saw herself as a little cow for my sexual gratification; she finally saw herself as a person, a woman, my woman.

Love truly can completely change a person. My mother was like a different person. She would masturbate with ham in front of me, staring straight at me, her legs spread wide. I knew she had never learned or done this before, but it was very seductive. After she finished, she would wipe herself clean and put it back, saying it was too expensive.

This hotel had a channel that showed porn. My mother said it was the first time she had seen such a film. When she saw the anal penetration scene, I thought of Tiger's mother. My mother saw that my penis, which had ejaculated several times, was aroused again, and she turned and went into the bathroom. I knew she was definitely imitating the enema in the film, wanting me to penetrate her anus.

Sure enough, a few minutes later she came out, lying on the bed, spreading her anus with both hands, twisting her buttocks, looking at me with affection and a little shyness in her eyes.

I didn't hold back and penetrated her, starting to move. I could feel my mother's discomfort; this was definitely her first time. Her face was somewhat distorted, and several times she couldn't withstand my thrusts, but each time she gritted her teeth and lay back down.

I ejaculated, and my mother held me in her arms. I looked at her; her face was contorted with pain, streaked with tears. I told her, "I know you're in pain, but I'm happy, not because I anally penetrated her, but because of her selfless love for me."

My mother held me tightly, repeatedly calling me a silly child. She said I only saw her physical pain, but didn't know how happy she was inside; she had never been so happy in her life.

My mother had watched a few porn movies and knew that women have three holes. I had already penetrated two of them, and now she had her mouth. My mother asked me to give her oral sex. To be honest, I had already ejaculated four times and was a little tired, but my mother said tonight was different; she wanted to give me everything completely, deep throat. I looked at my mother struggling to hold back her nausea and felt a little guilty. I wanted to pull back a little, to stop, but my mother held me tightly, wanting me to go deeper.

I suggested we go somewhere else. We went to the restroom, and I took another deep throat. I told my mother it was okay to vomit. I thrust quickly, and she opened her mouth wide, cooperating enthusiastically. But she couldn't hold it in and vomited, covering my stomach and penis. My mother felt incredibly guilty, like a child who had committed a terrible crime. But somehow, I didn't find the vomit disgusting. I grabbed my mother's face and started thrusting wildly, ejaculating deep into her throat as she vomited.

Around midnight, I took my mother out for a late-night snack. After eating, we went to the square in the city center. It was still very lively. Couples sat on the benches, oblivious to everyone around them, kissing and cuddling. The people around seemed used to it and didn't care.

The lighting was dim, and the secluded benches were already taken. I found a bench facing the street, sat down, and watched the crowds of people coming and going.

My mother leaned against me quietly. The darkness made it impossible to tell her age, which emboldened us. The intimacy of the couples around us also emboldened me. I pointed to a couple; the woman was sitting opposite the man, their movements subtle, but I could see they were rubbing against each other. The woman was wearing a long dress, so even if they were doing it, no one could see.

I reached out, and my mother understood. She mimicked the woman and sat on me. I hugged my mother's slender waist, our eyes met, and we occasionally kissed. My mother gently swayed her hips, rubbing her vulva against my penis. Even through the jeans, in the bustling square, among the crowds, doing this with my own mother, I felt an indescribable sense of confusion and arousal.

My mother sensed my change and whispered "Wait for me" in my ear before disappearing into the crowd. Ten minutes later, she returned, wearing a garment she'd somehow acquired, wrapped around her waist like city people. She sat on me, the garment conveniently blocking the view of those around her.

My mother unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard little brother, and moved it towards her crotch. I was very nervous, but really, not many people paid attention to us. My mother had her back to the crowd. She was petite, and without seeing her face, no one knew her age. Besides, we were both wearing jeans, and people would definitely think we were just a young couple having a limited moment of intimacy, and nothing more.

My little brother felt the wet heat and actually slid all the way into my mother's vagina. Looking down, I realized that my mother wasn't wearing underwear, and she had even cut a hole in the crotch of her jeans, the perfect size and position for me to comfortably insert myself.

Don't worry, I won't ruin the pants you gave me. Mom has taken several steps to remove them. Mom hugged me, letting me press against her chest. Her movements were very slow, so slow that probably no one but me could feel the swaying of my mother's buttocks. It turns out that women don't necessarily need vigorous thrusting. I didn't move, and my mother only swayed gently, but I could feel the trembling of my mother's vagina, I could feel her excitement and pleasure, I could feel her orgasm.

For about an hour, we held each other like that, seemingly motionless, but I knew my mother had at least two orgasms. I also felt the urge to ejaculate into her right there. Mother and son are connected; when my hand slid from her waist to her buttocks, wanting to penetrate deeper and connect more closely, she knew what I wanted.

She increased the amplitude of her movements, using her vaginal muscles to suck and squeeze me, completely oblivious to the strange looks around us. She only wanted to satisfy me, to make me happy. I think that besides my mother, no one else in my life would ever treat me so well, do this for me.

Everything calmed down, and we no longer attracted attention. No one cared about us anymore. My mother and I held each other quietly, oblivious to others, as if we were the only two people in the square, in the entire world.

Feng

sent me a cell phone, saying it was a gift. She said she was working in a sauna using someone else's ID, and she had learned many techniques. She wanted me to have a good time when I came back for the New Year, to enjoy the luxuries of city life. She also said my sister didn't want to work in the factory anymore and wanted to come and find her. I said it was up to her; I'm very open-minded now.

After returning from the county town, things seemed the same on the surface, but privately my mother and I had become very close, talking about everything. However, I didn't indulge in excessive sexual activity; I'm a person with self-control. I knew that to succeed in the future, I couldn't neglect my studies.

The New Year was approaching, and Feng and my younger sister would be coming back. My sister was working at a sauna with Feng. Feng said that as soon as she mentioned it, my sister agreed to be with me. To be honest, my relationship with my sister wasn't very good, so I didn't expect her to agree so readily. Was it because I knew about her and Hu Zi? Or because of her sauna business? Or just because I'm her brother? I couldn't figure it out.

What would my mother think if she knew about my relationship with my sister? Suddenly, I became concerned about my mother's feelings. I wanted to test her first and see her reaction.

One day, it was raining heavily, and I thought of Hu Zi's mother. I said to my mother, "I want to see her with someone else." My mother looked very surprised, paused for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

I took my mother to Tiger's house. My mother usually enjoys talking and chatting with me, but this time she just silently followed behind me. I think she must be feeling very sad and worried.

Tiger heard my voice and ran to open the door for me without even putting on his clothes. When my mother saw his hard little brother covered in his mother's vaginal fluid, she seemed to understand something. Tiger is simple-minded, but he's a natural sex machine, especially in heavy rain, which would definitely make him lose control. However, he was still a little surprised to see my mother. He called her "Auntie" and quickly let us in.

I slapped the table and told Tiger to be nicer to my mother. Tiger understood what was going on, but he timidly told his mother to behave better and be more proactive. My mother nodded and started taking off her clothes. She sat naked on the table where I was having sex with Tiger's mother, spread her legs, and gave me a resentful look. She said to Tiger, "Good Tiger, come to Auntie, be good, make Auntie feel good, and Auntie will make you feel good too, and be good to you..." My mother deliberately spread her vulva wide so that I could see her vaginal fluid. She was different now; she could even produce so much fluid in front of Tiger. I knew she was showing off. She acted very lewdly and proactively. She couldn't resist me, but I could feel her inner reluctance from her expression.

Tiger looked at me, and I gestured for him to go ahead. He rushed straight to my mother's vulva, buried his head in it, and sucked with ecstasy. My mother couldn't take it anymore and pulled Tiger up, shoving his penis, which was thicker than mine, into her vulva. She looked desperate. My mother was very obedient to me. She actively changed positions so that Tiger could penetrate her from different angles, and she twisted her body to cooperate. No matter the position, she could always adjust so that I could clearly see Tiger's penis going in and out of her vulva.

Later, my mother lay on the table in a cow-like position, motionless and without moaning, letting Tiger thrust into her like a dead person. Suddenly, I became very excited. This position felt very stimulating to me. I rushed over, pulled Tiger away, and started thrusting wildly. My mother didn't move or cry out, trying her best to maintain the way she was when we first made love. But it wasn't easy. My mother was no longer the mother she used to be. Her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid. My mother must have been suffering a lot.

I turned my mother around so we were face to face. Suddenly, she hugged me and said she was wrong. She thought I didn't like her anymore and wanted to give her away. But seeing me thrusting into her like that, she said she knew I still loved her the same way. She said she understood; it was because I truly loved her and cared about her that I wanted to see her with other people, that I found it exciting.

I didn't understand what she was saying. I was just trying to get her to sleep with other people first, so that even if she found out I was with my sister and other people, she wouldn't be able to say anything. But seeing my mother and Tiger so wildly, I really found it exciting.

I told Mom that she was exhausted, that she got so wet even in front of Tiger, and that I found it exciting. I said I was jealous and that she wasn't allowed to pose like a heifer in front of other people anymore.

My mother said that she felt embarrassed to be with other people in front of her son, but she also found it exciting. When I thrust into her like that, she felt a pleasure she had never experienced before.

She said she was wrong, that she was afraid I wouldn't want her anymore. She said she wouldn't think such things anymore, that she would do whatever I asked, and that she would be happy to do it with whomever I wanted. From now on, she would only use the "little cow" position with me.

I lay flat on the ground, and my mother climbed on top of me, inserting my penis into her vagina. I slid my hands onto her buttocks, spreading them apart. My mother knew what I wanted to do, scolded me as a little rascal, kissed me, and adjusted her body, her buttocks sticking up, but her vagina pressed tightly against me. She looked at Tiger and softly called for me to come over.

Tiger penetrated my mother's anus. I had penetrated my mother's anus many times before. My mother said that now she not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but she also felt a strange sensation when she penetrated it. The human body is really strange. Tiger was very strong. I didn't move, but my mother was being penetrated by him, going up and down. My penis was also moving in and out of my mother's vagina with Tiger's thrusts. Even through the vagina, my penis could feel Tiger's penis moving inside my mother's anus. It was a very different feeling.

My mother had reached her climax, and she didn't feel anything anymore. She said she needed to recover and told me to go play with Tiger's mom first. She also said she wanted to see me fuck someone else's mom.

I told Tiger to go in first, and I held my mother, letting her rest in my arms. It was her first time being fucked like this by two strong men, and her delicate body was a little overwhelmed.

After resting for a while, my mother came to her senses. When we entered the room, Tiger was on the bed fucking his mom. That guy is a real sex machine. When he saw me, he told his mom to assume the position my mom had just been in. My mother smiled and pushed me over. I didn't hold back and thrust into Tiger's mom's anus. My mom leaned in, like a little bird nestled against me, watching my penis going in and out of Tiger's mom's anus. She would occasionally kiss me, her face full of affection.

At that moment, I thought, what if I replaced Tiger's mom with my sister?

9

The New Year was almost here, and Feng and my sister came back early. The first thing Feng did upon returning was to pull my sister into my room. Feng had told me before that in their line of work, you absolutely need a man to mentor you. Feng's dad was only in his thirties, tall and strong. After my sister joined, she was naturally his mentor, and of course, she had to sleep with him. Feng told me this was an unspoken rule. I said I knew; if someone else mentored her, she would not only have to do the work but also get paid, and might even be controlled. Overall, her dad was pretty good; he provided my sister with food and lodging and didn't charge her any money. All she had to do was sleep with him and help with some housework.

Feng and my sister had changed. They were like city girls, very beautiful, I almost didn't recognize them. Standing in front of me, I didn't know what to say. Just yesterday, I was bragging on the phone to Feng that she and my sister would come over and have a threesome with me. Now the three of us were standing here, having not seen each other for over half a year. Although we kept in touch by phone, seeing Feng and my sister, who were completely different people, I really didn't know what to say.

Feng and her sister returned around 9 PM. Feng called to say she'd be spending the night in the county town and wouldn't be back until the next day. I hadn't expected this little girl to tease me; they took a taxi back that very night.

Feng and her sister whispered something to each other and simultaneously started undressing, stripping completely naked and crawling into my bed, one on each side, without saying a word. In a few quick movements, they'd stripped me naked too. I wanted to speak, but Feng put a finger to my lips, meaning to do it first and talk later.

They came prepared, bringing ice, cola, popping candy, hot water, essential oils, a vibrator, and a large towel. I truly learned what a "desert storm" was, what "single-dragon drill," "wave push," "butt push," and "hairy brush" meant.

Feng and her sister were very focused, like art—perhaps it really was art. Feng was very considerate, hinting that I should ejaculate into her sister first, and only ejaculate into her the second time. My parents didn't know Feng and her sister were back; they waited until they were asleep before calling me, asking me to secretly open the door for them.

They sneaked back downstairs to my sister's room to sleep just before dawn. I slept until dark, probably because I was too tired from doing too much yesterday.

During the Spring Festival, everyone in our village gambled every day, and Dad, of course, wouldn't miss out. Since my sister started working at the sauna, I can feel that our family's living conditions have improved significantly. With money and a son who studies so well, Dad is obviously much happier, even though he probably doesn't know what my sister does to earn money. My sister's money is secretly sent to Mom's card, which I helped Mom get. I handle all the deposits and withdrawals. I told Mom to withdraw a small portion and give it to Dad so he wouldn't suspect my sister was working as a prostitute again.

Mom said that my sister and Feng came back this morning, but went to sleep after lunch and haven't woken up yet. Mom had already prepared dinner. I ate some and told Mom not to disturb my sister and to let her sleep well.

After eating, I went to my sister's room. She was fast asleep. My once clumsy and unsophisticated sister had completely changed; she was now sexy and alluring. Although they were both a bit precocious, they both looked only fourteen or fifteen. This society is cruel; everyone can see it, but no one points it out.

These two girls, only thirteen or fourteen, have become playthings for men, and those who play with them naturally won't expose them. Sometimes I think that maybe it's a good thing that Feng and my sister didn't have much education and were a bit slow. Simple thoughts, as long as they're happy, that's enough. They don't need to think about all this messy stuff like I do every day.

I can ignore Feng, but I can't ignore my sister. I know that prostitutes are afraid of being deceived by young men, ending up with drugs and gambling, which could ruin their lives. I don't have the ability to change anything right now. I might have to help my sister after I finish university. I can work hard for two years in high school, but even then, I can't guarantee that no bad men will try to seduce my clumsy sister during those four years of university.

I was out at a bar by myself. I figured if my sister really considered me her man, given her personality, she wouldn't be seeing other men. Most importantly, she'd listen to me and wouldn't be fooled by others.

But I'm her brother. Just because she can be with me doesn't mean she can accept me as her boyfriend. I'll try my best, even if it doesn't work out, at least I tried, so I won't blame myself later.

I held my sister's hand, looking at her with affection. She sensed it, opened her eyes, and smiled at me. She used to think I looked down on her, and it was true. My sudden kindness made her feel a little uncomfortable.

I said, "Sister, you're always serving those men in public. When you get home, let your brother take good care of you." My sister was very obedient, letting me undress and kiss her. I sucked her breasts and her vagina, just like a mother would do to me, very carefully and gently, until my sister started to sob.

I hugged her, kissed away her tears, and told her how good and kind she was, how much I loved her, and that she was the woman I wanted most, and that I wanted to marry her.

I told my sister directly that I liked her and Feng, and that if I married another woman, she would never let me, my sister, and Feng be together, but my sister wouldn't, and I believed that no other girl in the world could treat me as well as my sister.

I told my sister that we could get married and have children, and that no one in the city would know she was my sister. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. My sister didn't say anything, but she was very cooperative and proactive.

I didn't want to rush things. After

Feng

came back, she brought over all the girls I had slept with before, all the girls who were willing to sleep with me, and we secretly had sex at Tiger's house. Most of these girls liked sleeping with me, but since I stopped herding cattle and stayed home after school, we didn't have many opportunities, and after a while, we couldn't bring ourselves to ask.

I told my sister, "I'm so sexually fulfilled now. Now you know why I want to marry you and Feng. No other woman would treat me like this." My sister just smiled without answering.

I found some mythological books, many of which talked about sibling relationships, and I also found some books on physiology to prove to my sister that we could get married and have children. Of course, there would be some problems, but with science so advanced now, we could just use acupuncture and have regular checkups.

Every night after my parents went to sleep, I would go to my sister. Every night I would serve her very well, be good to her, and try to please her. My sister was also very good to me, and every time I was satisfied. I thought that after working as a prostitute, my vagina would become looser and looser from being with other women every day, but I didn't expect that Feng and my sister's vaginas were very tight, and it felt very comfortable to have sex with them. Feng said that the more you use it, the more developed you become.

Once, Feng said I was greedy. I asked why, and she said I wanted to marry two wives. I knew it must have been something my sister had said to her. So I told her, "I only have one sister, and I want her to have a good life. But she's uneducated and works in this line of work. What good man would truly treat her well and accept her?" Feng said, "Just don't tell him." I said, "With my sister's personality, if she likes someone and doesn't tell him, she'll never have a good life."

I told Feng that I wasn't with her because I was worried about her; I genuinely liked her. I believed that if my sister truly loved me, she would treat me well for life and wouldn't be jealous of me. I would be very happy.

I don't know if Feng believed what I said about wanting to marry her. She never asked anything of me, and she never brought up the future. Of course, I don't know what the future holds either, but I told her whatever she wanted to hear. Words aren't worth much, and besides, Feng is a good person; she's really good to me.

I tried to seduce my sister for many days without much success, but after I told Feng these things, that night when I slipped into my sister's bed, I found her naked and waiting for me. She hugged me very proactively and called me "husband" instead of "brother." I knew that Feng and my sister had talked about something, and my sister was starting to accept me.

Men love for sex, and women have sex for love. I've experienced this a lot with my sister and mother. My mother didn't get wet at first, and my sister took a while to get wet, and her orgasms weren't obvious. But since my sister accepted me, I feel that she gets wet faster and wetter more. When she calls Feng "sister," it's very meaningful, as if they've decided who's dominant and who's submissive. Their relationship is closer than before. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't care for now; it's better than my sister being deceived by someone else. I've been in high school for two years

now

. To be honest, I wanted to help my sister and Feng as soon as possible, so I studied much harder than before. But I didn't get into Peking University or Tsinghua University. I didn't bet on those universities. I bet on the best university in the south, which is closer to my sister and Feng.

For over a year, my sister's money was all deposited into Mom's card. Besides her father's share, Feng's extra money was also deposited into this card, totaling nearly a million yuan. Mom gave me the card when I enrolled in university.

University studies were even easier; without women around, it was incredibly boring. I'm good-looking, good at talking and charming girls, and I'm rich, so I've had quite a few girlfriends. But after sleeping with them, I found it all tasteless, nothing compared to Feng and my sister, and certainly not as exciting as with my mother. I also frequented prostitutes, and found it truly tasteless. Besides, these self-proclaimed educated women wouldn't treat me like Feng, my sister, or Mom did, let alone find other girls to play with.

After much thought, I finally made a decision to take those past jokes seriously. I called Feng's father first and said I wanted to marry Feng. I couldn't say anything about not getting into university, and he wouldn't believe me anyway. I told Feng to quit that line of work, and that I would take care of her after she came to live with me. I said Feng had been very good to me and had helped me earn a lot; he should think about her happiness. Finally, I said, "Don't push me. What you've done might get you a death sentence in court."

Feng's dad couldn't refuse. I called Feng and brought up those childhood jokes. I told her I wanted to sleep with her now, and since she promised, she couldn't refuse. I said I was free in college now, and I'd sleep with her every day, and she wouldn't be allowed to leave me again. Feng cried uncontrollably; she never thought I'd really do that to her, that I really wanted her.

I then called my mom and sister. Honestly, they couldn't believe it was true. I really meant what I said. I used the money in my account to buy a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment not far from the school—just the down payment, of course.

After the renovation, I bought about ten computers. I planned to start a game studio. Since starting college, I've been playing computer games like crazy, and I've discovered I have a talent for writing game cheats. I've also met many like-minded people and have quite a few cheats for automatically farming game currency. I think Feng and my sister would really enjoy this job—playing games, farming money, and helping people level up.

After I made all the preparations, I notified Feng and Mei to bring our mother over. That night, we had a foursome all night. It turned out that Mom already knew about my sister and me, and she had even acted as a go-between for me. Mom must have wanted me to marry Mei and Feng so that she could be with me openly for life. Mei and Feng couldn't possibly object to what Mom and I were doing.

Afterwards, we had a serious talk and decided that Mom would be the eldest, Feng the second, and Mei the third, with Mom presiding. We had a small banquet, a wedding ceremony, and vows to stay together forever. They liked the house very much, but they didn't like the jobs I arranged for them at all; they couldn't handle computers.

Coincidentally, I once hacked into the website of a high-end hotel and discovered an extremely secret private club. The members were all wealthy and powerful. Inside, there were mothers and daughters serving each other, fathers and daughters engaging in intimacy, and even performances involving humans and animals. Honestly, I couldn't believe such a club existed in China. The work was easy, 2-3 times a week, 1-2 hours each time, and the income was very high.

I jokingly suggested to my mother that we give it a try, and to my surprise, Feng and my sister both agreed enthusiastically and tried their best to persuade my mother. I understood that my sister and Feng preferred the job I wanted to do. I told my sister to call and ask, saying that she used to work at a sauna and had heard from someone that they were hiring mother-daughter partners. The person asked my sister and my mother to come over for a talk, but my sister came back saying that they hadn't talked, and they had just taken some blood from her and my mother.

A few days later, they called back, and through DNA testing, they confirmed that we were indeed mother and daughter and that we were in good health, so we could have an interview to discuss things in detail. When my mother came back, she told me that it really was 2-3 times a week, 1-2 hours each time, starting at 5000 per person per session, not including tips from customers, and there was a company car to pick us up from there.

The job mainly involves performing mother-daughter lesbian acts, with both mother and daughter serving customers, or having someone perform sex with the sister and mother. The mother said sometimes it's a Black or White person. If you want to earn more, you can also perform with dogs or other animals. Whether or not to use a condom depends on the customer. You have to undergo a full check-up every time you go, mainly for AIDS and other STIs. The results are available in 30 minutes, and you have to do the same when the customer comes.

I don't know how those people talked to my mother and sister, but they were very interested, and I couldn't object. My mother and sister were very happy working there, and they gave me all their money. They really treated me like their husband.

Feng also kept trying to please me. I know she didn't want to play computer games and wanted to work there, but if she went, it would be performing father-daughter love acts. I think Feng felt the same way, but she couldn't bring herself to tell me. She was thinking about having her father come back, which made me very uncomfortable, so she didn't agree.

Not long after, my uncle passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage. I had to bring Tiger and his mother over. Tiger loved to have sex with his mother in front of everyone. His mother was mentally unstable and only listened to Tiger. She would do whatever he asked, which gave Tiger a great sense of accomplishment. Although I had sex with her countless times, I always had to get Tiger's consent. Otherwise, she would never let me. Fortunately, Tiger listened to everything I said.

I had Tiger perform a story about marrying a woman named "Silly Son and Mad Mother," and I devised a simple plot. Unexpectedly, it became incredibly popular, so I discovered another talent of mine: making things up! Tiger's income increased several times over due to my sister and mother's income.

My father is my biggest worry. After my uncle's passing, he was all alone in our hometown. I couldn't leave him alone like this forever, but I really didn't know if he could accept all of this. Could he accept me marrying Feng and my sister and having sex with his wife every day?

I told Feng that if she could convince my dad, I would agree to let her go to work with him. Feng, of course, understood my predicament and said that regardless of whether she was allowed to work or not, I was willing to try.

Feng went back home for over a month and when she returned, she really brought her dad back with her. Her dad had truly accepted everything and even brought Hua, the girl who always listened to her, along.

Of course, this was an idea I came up with; Feng was rather slow and couldn't think of any better methods. I told Feng not to mention my relationship with me when she got home. She and my sister had a good relationship, and I wanted her to treat my dad like her own father. My dad liked to drink a little wine, so I specially prepared a lot of tonic wine and some aphrodisiacs. I knew it was basically eye drops; no medicine could truly arouse someone. Only eating well, sleeping well, and being healthy, along with intentional or unintentional teasing, would be most effective. This medicine was only to be used as a last resort.

My dad eats and sleeps well, and my mom says he's in good health too. I told Feng to get to know my dad better first, spend more time with him, drink and eat with him, go out and have fun. Once we're familiar, she should subtly expose herself to see his reaction. If he likes it, then everything will be easy. In the end, we'll just go with the flow and let him sleep with us. We'll make sure he gets the best of

everything, so he can't resist the temptation. Then we'll find a few girls under 13 from the village to sleep with him. My dad is a smart man; he'll agree to whatever Feng says. Besides, if he's open-minded, there are many benefits. He can sleep with not only Feng, Mei, and Hu Zi's mom, but also many other girls from the village.

But Dad is incredibly patient. He likes to look at Feng, so I told Feng to dress very revealingly for him, and he didn't say anything. Dad would also intentionally or unintentionally touch Feng, and Feng was very cooperative, almost to the point of stripping naked and touching Dad herself. I told Feng not to wear a bra or underwear, to take a shower naked at my house, and to have Dad bring her clothes. It was very obvious, but Dad didn't seem to care about anything; he just looked and never touched her breasts or vulva, those sensitive areas.

Later, I had no choice but to tell Feng, "Pay attention to these conditions: 1. No one is home, and no one will come. 2. Dad has had a little to drink. 3. Intentionally or unintentionally expose some of your breasts and vulva to Dad; he wants to see them. 4. It would be best if it rained heavily.

If these four conditions are met, take the initiative. Regardless of whether Dad wants it or not, whether he runs away or not, or what he says, try your best to get his penis inside you first. Once you get the first time, things will be easier later."

Feng actually did it. I told her that as long as it rained, everything else would be fine. Two days later, a torrential downpour started. I told Feng to shave all her pubic hair, wear a short skirt and a large t-shirt, and go drink with my dad. I told her to yell as soon as she entered the door, and then lock the door when my dad came out and saw her. I told her to have a few drinks first, and when her dad's face turned a little red, to spread her legs and let him see her. If her dad didn't say anything, she shouldn't leave. I told Feng to take off her top herself. Knowing my dad, I knew he wouldn't resist.

Sure enough, my dad kept saying it wasn't right, but he didn't resist too much. Feng did as I said, saying she didn't have any feelings for my dad, but that she and my sister were like sisters, and she wanted to take good care of him on her sister's behalf. She told my dad not to worry, that she would get married in the future, and that she wouldn't tell anyone.

After the first time, things became much easier. Feng was a prostitute, a top hostess at a sauna, and she wasn't completely devoted to my dad. He couldn't stand it. Within a few days, he was inseparable from Feng and obeyed her every word.

Later, I asked Feng to arrange for Hua to catch her and Dad having sex, and then have Dad and Hua have sex. Hua was only 11 years old, and I thought Dad knew the consequences. Feng then told Dad that if he agreed, she could stay with him for life, and asked him to agree to Feng marry me. If he agreed, she could tell him anything.

Feng not only arranged for Hua, but also arranged for several younger girls to have sex with Dad. Dad had no choice in this matter. When Feng asked Dad, he said that he only needed my consent. Feng told him to talk to me, and he actually agreed. Feng told him the truth, and Dad accepted it.

I also agreed to let Feng's father come, and my father eventually accepted and participated in the performance, playing the roles of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, father and daughter, and younger brother and mentally ill sister-in-law. I discovered that I had a talent for being an agent. I wrote many scripts, simple and exciting. I personally adhered to my bottom line and did not perform. Although I said that I had resources of Hua and many underage girls in the village, and many people offered high prices, I resolutely refused to perform for underage girls or provide related sexual services.

When I graduated from university, I was already worth nearly 20 million, but I always felt insecure staying in China. Ultimately, I accepted an invitation from a high-end Japanese club and my whole family immigrated to Japan. Feng is truly a remarkable wife; she made a special trip back to her hometown before leaving, bringing back several girls I liked, two of whom were still virgins.

Feng said everyone in the village wanted her to bring their children over—200,000 yuan each! How could they not want that? Her family already had a house and a car. Seeing the life Feng and her sister lived, which girl in the village didn't want to come with me? Not to mention, Tiger, whom they all liked, was also with me.

The plane is about to take off, so I'll stop here. Goodbye…China…Japanese girls…Damn, you're here…

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