Sexual activity

I was born in a small county town. My hometown was quite beautiful, with few businesses and a pleasant natural environment. However, it was economically underdeveloped. Both my parents worked in government offices—what we now call civil servants, but back then they were called state cadres. Our family was relatively well-off. I was their only son, and they loved me dearly, though not excessively. When I was fourteen, my father was promoted to deputy commissioner of the regional administrative office, in charge of the local economy.

My mother moved there with him. At the time, I was a good student, one of the top students in school. To avoid affecting my studies, they left me alone at school to live in the dormitory. This decision proved to be a mistake.

The day I moved into the dormitory, I felt like a released pigeon. I had never spent a night alone before, and everything was so new and exciting. I excitedly chatted with my roommates until midnight. In the 1980s, city children often didn't mature as early as rural children; the vast countryside fostered earlier maturity. The older kids in the dorm would often tell risqué stories after lights out. My penis would get really hard listening, and before I knew it, some sticky discharge would come out. Since it dried quickly, I didn't care much and was too embarrassed to say anything.

When I was ten, I was already a top chess player in the county. At twelve, I even participated in the Sixth National Games' junior group competition and won third place. There was a female chess player on the team whose parents were Shanghai educated youth sent down to our hometown. Her mother was our chess coach and the girls' dance coach. The female chess player's name was Liu Min, and she took her mother's surname; her mother's name was Liu Jieyu. Because Liu Min was a girl, she would wash my clothes and clean my shoes when we went to the provincial capital for competitions. We were classmates and chess friends, and we had a very good relationship. We both had feelings for each other; I think that was a budding romance.

Liu Min's father had originally been labeled a rightist, but my father helped him get his rehabilitation and persuaded him to stay in our county. Both of us were intellectuals, and there was a sense of mutual respect between us. Combined with our relationship, our families became very close. After my parents were transferred, I asked her parents to take care of me. Every Sunday, they would cook something nice and invite me to their house for dinner. Although I was only fourteen or fifteen, I always felt that her parents' relationship wasn't very good. They weren't as affectionate as other couples; they were polite but distant, rarely speaking. If one said something, the other would react coldly. I secretly asked Liu Min what was wrong with her parents. Liu Min told me that her father often took pills, and her mother often argued with him at night. Seeing her tears, I didn't ask any more questions and tried to cheer her up.

Before I knew it, it was time for the high school entrance exam. Liu Min and I both did well. The cutoff score for vocational high school was 416. I scored 450, and Liu Min scored 426. We disagreed on whether to go to high school or vocational high school. My parents wanted me to go to high school, since they were university graduates. Liu Min's parents wanted her to go to vocational high school, which would guarantee her a job after graduation, a cadre status, and the opportunity to return to Shanghai. So, I went to the county's top high school, while Liu Min was admitted to a finance and accounting vocational high school in Shanghai. We spent the wildest summer together, and then in the sad autumn, I saw her off on the train heading south. As she left, she cried and told me to visit her often. I choked back tears and promised, continuing to do so as always.

By my first year of high school, I was a sixteen-year-old, a young adult with a light mustache and a significant growth spurt. My parents would sometimes come down to check on my work and rush over to see me, their eyes always filled with loving and satisfied smiles. My mother wanted to transfer me to another school, but since my current school was one of the top in the province, and I didn't want to leave the place I grew up with and my classmates, she didn't insist.

I still visited Liu Min's house every week. Her father, being a skilled technician with excellent English, had been transferred to the region by my father. A rich mineral deposit had been discovered in our area, and my father had a disagreement with some local officials. The officials wanted to extract the resources and sell them abroad, but my father believed this would only yield meager profits. He suggested introducing foreign technology, training our own technical personnel, focusing on refined processing, and selling the products abroad to earn foreign exchange. The intellectual's simple idea, however, unexpectedly cost the relatives and friends of these local officials a money-making opportunity. My father, preoccupied with the local economy, rarely paid attention to me. My mother would occasionally visit, but only hurriedly leave some pocket money. Most of the time, it was Aunt Liu Jieyu who took care of me.

Days passed by, and life was uneventful. If it weren't for the change of homeroom teacher, I think my life would have continued smoothly. The arrival of the new homeroom teacher changed my fate. My previous homeroom teacher was ill and recuperating. The new homeroom teacher was named Yu Dacheng, also a sent-down youth from Shanghai. Several years ago, he had asked my father for approval for steel (at that time, it was a planned economy, and everything required approval). My father found out that he wanted to resell the approval documents, so he reprimanded him, and Yu Dacheng held a grudge ever since.

On my first day in class, they moved me to the last row, to sit with the worst students. Then they removed me from my class officer position. Next, rumors spread throughout the school that my middle school entrance exam scores had been altered by my father at the request of the education bureau, and that my father had embezzled funds. I was foolish and started to decline. They didn't praise me for answering questions correctly in class, and punished me by making me stand if I was wrong. They never questioned me if I was late or absent. Soon my grades plummeted, and I spent my days hanging out with delinquents. (This experience is absolutely true, and it's why I've always hated teachers. Although I also bear some responsibility, a child whose mind has been misled and damaged has no motivation to study.) In the first semester of my second year of high school, my father's negotiations to import foreign technology finally made progress, and my parents became even busier.

They noticed my declining grades but didn't have time to pay attention to me, so they put me up with Liu Min. My first experience in life finally arrived.

On my first day at Liu Min's house, Liu Jieyu cooked a lot of delicious food. Seeing me wolfing it down, she laughed incessantly, but the look in her eyes seemed so melancholic, carrying a hint of sadness. I thought it was because she felt we were making her old. Actually, Liu Jie was only thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Later, during our conversation, I learned that she had been raped and impregnated by a village team leader when she was sent to the countryside at eighteen. She hastily married Liu Min's father, whose kidneys were damaged by a kick during a parade of rightists. For many years, the two had no sexual relationship. Because of her trauma, Liu Jie didn't seem to care much about this aspect, making her appear much younger than her actual age. That night, she let me sleep in Liu Min's room, washed my blankets, and replaced them with new ones.

When I saw Aunt Liu taking my blankets and clothes to wash, I thought, "Oh no, there are so many semen stains on them!" (Having taken sex education class, I already knew a lot). I quickly ran over and said, "Aunt Liu, I can wash them myself." Aunt Liu laughed and said, "Little rascal, how old are you? Don't be shy! I'll do it, you go to sleep." I could only dejectedly leave the bathroom, thinking maybe Aunt Liu wouldn't notice? I peeked at her through the crack in the door. Aunt Liu was wearing cotton pajamas, her bra and briefs faintly visible underneath. She was sitting on a small stool, her bottom sticking out, rubbing my clothes. Washing machines were rare in the 1980s, but her family had one. People always thought they weren't clean enough, so they rubbed them first before putting them in the washing machine. After washing the clothes, she picked up the quilt to soak and suddenly noticed traces of my semen. My face flushed red, but I saw Aunt Liu frozen, holding the quilt in a daze, slowly bringing it to her face and deeply inhaling it. My first thought was that Aunt Liu didn't know what it was, so I quickly ran inside to sleep.

Liu Jieyu worked at the county sports commission. Because she came from the big city of Shanghai, and her father was a retired professor, she had received a lot of cultural education from a young age and had many talents. She led a chess class and also taught a dance class at the sports commission, so her work was very busy. Every morning, she would make breakfast for both of us, eat, and then rush off to work on her bike. Since she studied humanities while I chose science, she couldn't tutor me and had to study on my own while she took care of housework. Being in puberty, I was incredibly curious about everything related to women. Plus, since it was just the two of us at home, I started paying attention to Liu Jieyu's behavior and fantasizing about her.

Although Liu Jieyu had already given birth, she looked much younger because she took good care of herself and we didn't have much intimacy. She was also very skillful, altering underwear into streamlined styles and boxer briefs into triangles, highlighting her curvaceous figure. Her skin was exceptionally good, fair and smooth, and she had long, flowing hair; she looked no more than 30 years old. Sometimes, when I was home alone, I would open her wardrobe, and her bras, panties, and even menstrual belts became my playthings, leaving traces of my semen. But she never locked the door. Later, she said she already knew but didn't want to say anything because she thought I was still a child. I guess she probably liked it when I did that.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Liu Min came back for summer vacation and then rushed back to Shanghai. She seemed much different and more fashionable. She brought me back a lot of trendy clothes, but she no longer held my hand tightly when we went out like before. One Sunday, Liu Jieyu, wearing a batwing top, stirrup pants, and a pair of off-white high heels, asked me to go grocery shopping with her. When we got to the market, it was packed with people because of the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival. She held my arm tightly, afraid of getting separated from me, but even so, we still got separated because she was looking around.

Just then, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw my junior high classmate, Jiang Tao. His father was the deputy director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, and after graduating from junior high, he arranged for him to work as an assistant administrator at the Bureau. He skillfully pulled out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket and insisted on giving me one. We started chatting, but after only a few words, there was a commotion at the chicken market, so I went with him to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, Liu Jieyu stood there, pale-faced, while a forty-year-old man stared at her with lewd eyes, and a woman beside her hurled insults at her. Tears streamed down Liu Jieyu's face. Seeing her pained expression, my heart ached. Without asking why, I rushed forward and punched the man, knocking him to the ground. Then I turned and slapped the woman.

No matter how strong a sixteen or seventeen-year-old is, they're no match for an adult. The man got up and hit me several times, and his wife joined in, tearing at me. Liu Jieyu just stood there, frozen like a statue. My classmate arrived with market security officers, handcuffed the couple, took them to the office, and gave them a severe beating. He said they also confiscated their prostitutes. I grabbed Liu Jieyu and turned to leave. Only halfway there did I notice a cut on my arm, bleeding profusely. Liu Jieyu was terrified and rushed me to the hospital. They cleaned my wound, gave me a tetanus shot, and stitched it up with six or seven stitches. She kept muttering, "What am I going to tell your mother when she comes?"

I said, "It's okay, I'll just tell her I fell off my bike, that'll be fine." When we got home, Liu Jieyu told me to lie down on the bed immediately, put an ice pack on my face, and went to the kitchen to make me some soup. By evening, the wound had probably become infected, and I started to have a fever of nearly 40 degrees Celsius. Liu Jieyu helped me to the hospital, where I got an IV drip of penicillin. I wasn't quite sure what was going on when we went, but I felt much better when we came back. The cool autumn night air and the cold wind made me much more alert. Liu Jieyu is about 1.65 meters tall, and I'm almost 1.80 meters. With her supporting me, my right hand dangled around her chest. I could clearly feel her breasts through her undershirt—they were big and firm, and my little brother couldn't help but get hard. Liu Jieyu's face flushed red, but I pretended not to notice, inhaling her fragrance, feeling refreshed and wishing we could stay like this forever.

When we got home, after putting me on the bed, Aunt Liu turned to pour me water to wash my feet. Through the neckline of her batwing shirt, I could see her fair and alluring cleavage. My eyes widened; I didn't even hear her speak to me. Aunt Liu looked up and saw my gaze fixed on her chest. Her face instantly turned crimson, and she glared at me resentfully before picking up the foot basin and running out. I knew she was angry, and I felt a little scared. Aunt Liu then took a towel to wipe my face. I leaned against the headboard, and she sat beside me. To ease the awkwardness, I made conversation, asking her what happened at the market that day. She burst into tears upon hearing this and hesitantly recounted her story.

It turned out that the middle-aged man selling chickens was the squad leader who had raped her years ago. The woman next to him was his wife; Liu Jieyu later sued her husband and served ten years in prison. Today she wanted to buy a chicken to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with me, but unexpectedly ran into him. His wife called her a slut, a whore who seduces men. Actually, I overheard all of that. I noticed Liu Jieyu's face getting redder and redder, and sensed something was wrong. I touched her head; it was a little hot. She probably caught a cold from the stress of the day, being all sweaty from caring for my injury, and then being exposed to the wind. I told her to take some medicine.

Liu Jieyu sat on the edge of the bed, and when I told her to go to sleep, she said, "I'll go wash up; you go to sleep first." Listening to the alluring sound of water in the bathroom, coupled with the pain in my wound, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the pain woke me up. I felt a tightness in my chest, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Liu Jieyu asleep on the edge of my bed, her long, black hair draped over my face, her head resting on my chest, her left hand on my penis, and tear stains still visible on her face. Seeing this, my penis immediately became erect. Seeing her sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to wake her, so I continued to pretend to be asleep. Pretending to be asleep was unbearable, especially since her hair was tickling me. I couldn't help but move slightly, and she seemed to notice, moving as well. I quickly closed my eyes, but my penis wouldn't obey, still standing erect. I could only peek at her through my half-closed eyes.

She slowly raised her head, and her hand instinctively reached out, just in time to touch my penis. I pretended to move slightly, and she noticed the bulge under her hand, even touching it, and then shyly spat, "This little devil is really grown up now." This action spurred me on. I pretended to talk in my sleep, saying, "Sister Jieyu, don't be afraid, I'll protect you! As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you. I'll protect you for life." Hearing this, she froze, her eyes filling with tears again. Then I flailed my arms and said, "Don't touch my Jieyu!" Unexpectedly, I touched the wound, and the pain almost made me cry out. On a whim, I used this opportunity to wake up. Pretending to be in pain, I grimaced and rubbed my eyes, saying to Liu Jieyu, "Auntie, you didn't sleep last night? Why are your eyes so red?"

Liu Jieyu quickly turned her head away and said, "I woke up a while ago, just about to wake you, you little sleepyhead! You were talking in your sleep." I looked blank and said, "What did I say?" She said, "What were you calling 'sister'? It was..." "Whose daughter is she?" I thought to myself, "I'm getting lucky," so I deliberately acted coy and said, "No one, Auntie, you must be lying to me. I'm with you all the time, how could I call you 'sister'? I'd be afraid you'd hit me if I wanted to." Liu Jieyu said, "Actually, it feels awkward when you call me 'auntie.' Your mother is more than ten years older than me. If it weren't for Xiaomin, I would have called her 'auntie' too."

I continued the conversation, "Then I'll call you 'sister' from now on. 'Sister Jieyu' sounds much better than 'Auntie Liu.'" Liu Jieyu smiled helplessly, "You're just talking nonsense. Calling me 'sister' is fine, but only when it's just the two of us." I happily replied, "Sister Jieyu, yes, madam." She laughed and said, "Alright, alright, little brother, let me cook for you." (My father and mother married late due to historical reasons. My father's family was actually landlords, but because he was adopted by his uncle when he was young, they later became rich peasants. He and my mother were college classmates, and for this reason, they didn't get married until they were 30. They had me when they were 35, so she was almost 18 years older than Jieyu.)

After breakfast, Jieyu said, "I'm going to my dance class. I'll buy a chicken for you to eat at noon." Then she asked me, wearing a beige dress, "Does this look good on me?" I said, "You're beautiful, you look good in anything." Then she picked out a pair of long nylon stockings, put on a pair of high heels, and ran off to her dance class. I'd only been gone five minutes when I heard a knock at the door. Thinking she'd forgotten her keys, I ran to open it. It was Jiang Tao and another friend. They immediately said, "Dude, you were really something yesterday! You knocked out that chicken seller's teeth, and I beat him up too. The security team knew he had a criminal record, so they locked him up for 15 days." Jiang Tao had been beaten up by one of my friends, and I'd helped him, so he idolized me.

"I brought the VCR that the security team confiscated, and a few porn tapes too. Put them down for me; I can't go home and watch them, my mom'll kill me." Back then, VCRs were a novelty, and most tapes were smuggled, mostly Hong Kong Category III films and European and American porn. Watching porn would get you confiscated, fined, or sent to a labor camp. I looked at the tapes: one was "The Ghost Child," another was "The Game," and the last was the American film "The Bride in the Barn." I connected the VCR to the TV and deliberately didn't adjust the settings, so naturally I couldn't see a picture. I lied to Jiang Tao, saying the machine might be faulty and had broken from walking. Jiang Tao was terrified and said, "What are we going to do? Even though we're not in a hurry to return it, we can't return a broken one!" I said, "Xiaomin's father is coming back the day after tomorrow. I'll ask him to fix it, and then you can come and see it." He could only leave dejectedly.

After seeing Jiang Tao and his friend off, I rushed to the sofa, turned on the TV, and started watching with great interest. "The Ghost Child" wasn't particularly interesting, but the female lead looked remarkably like Sister Jieyu; the way she changed her underwear in the room was practically her alter ego. After finishing "The Ghost Child," I put on the American DVD. The plot and camera transitions were perfectly coordinated, clearly made by a reputable company. My penis remained erect, uncomfortable against my waistband. I took out the underwear and nylon stockings Sister Jieyu had changed into the night before, smelling the faint, fishy scent of vaginal discharge. With Sister Jieyu's stockings on my penis, I watched the enticing video while constantly stroking it with my hand.

Everyone says masturbation can lead to premature ejaculation, but I guess because I knew I had plenty of time, I never rushed to ejaculate, finding pleasure in the stroking motion. Perhaps because of the frequent friction on my glans, my sensitivity decreased, and the duration of my masturbation became longer and longer. I glanced at the clock on the wall, estimating that Sister Jieyu wouldn't be back for another hour, so I felt more confident and bolder in my hand movements, calling out to Sister Jieyu. "Sister Jieyu, I want to fuck you." Suddenly, I heard a sigh beside me, a sound that felt like a thunderclap to me.

I was completely stunned. The ugly daughter-in-law had to meet her in-laws eventually. I slowly turned my head and saw my Sister Jieyu standing beside me. Her hands were tightly gripping the sides of her skirt, her calf muscles trembling stiffly, her white teeth biting her lovely red lips. I said "Sister Jieyu," but I didn't know how to continue. My left hand held my shorts, my right hand held my socks, and my shorts were pulled down to my knees. Seeing the blood flowing on the ground, it was clear that Sister Jieyu had been standing there for a long time.

Sister Jieyu staggered towards the kitchen. I threw away my underwear and socks, hastily trying to grab her and explain, but my pants tripped me. My hands landed on her calves, causing Sister Jieyu to fall to the ground as well. Because she was holding onto the hem of her skirt, it rode up as she fell, revealing her white panties directly to my head. I breathed heavily, my breath catching her genitals. There was a noticeable yellowish stain on the waistband of her panties. She kept saying, "Xiaopeng, Xiaopeng, no…don't…do…this." Her legs swayed weakly on the ground. In that instant, through the gap in her panties, I saw a clump of dark pubic hair. Although I had seen it countless times in videos and fantasized about it countless times while masturbating, this was the first time I had ever seen it.

My mind went blank for a moment. I released my grip and braced myself on the ground, leaning my upper body towards Sister Jieyu, stammering, "Sister Jieyu, I love you, I love you!" My actions probably startled her, reminding her of the past. She cried out in anguish, "No, no!" One hand grabbed my shoulder, the other tried to push me away, but accidentally grabbed my burning penis. Just as we were both frozen in place, there was a knock at the door. We both froze, only to hear a neighbor call out, "Jieyu, didn't you forget to buy ginger? Here are two for you."

Sister Jieyu hesitated for a moment before replying, "Thank you, Sister Xu, I found a piece at home." After saying this, she couldn't help but smile. In that instant, countless thoughts raced through my mind. One was that if I let go, apologizing would probably be useless, and I would probably have to leave this house forever. Even if kind-hearted Jieyu didn't say anything, I wouldn't have the face to stay any longer. The other way was to do what you'd seen in those pornographic videos: force the issue. Seeing her smile, a plan formed in my mind, and I forgot all about the pain in my penis. Success or failure hinged on this.

Listening to the neighbor's footsteps slowly fading away, Sister Jieyu said to me in a forcedly calm tone, "Get up, Xiaopeng. You're still a child; this will hurt your body. I won't tell anyone about what happened today. You're still my good Xiaopeng, be good." From her tone, I knew she wasn't angry; otherwise, she would have been my aunt. I deliberately touched my wound against her leg, and cried out, "Ouch!" Hearing my cry of pain, Sister Jieyu quickly checked my wound, and my verbal offensive began:

"Sister Jieyu, no matter how much my wound hurts, it's not as painful as my heartache. I've liked you since I was twelve. Seeing you unhappy every day, hearing from Xiaomin that you two were arguing, made me extremely sad. Five years, I've liked you for five years. I'm not a child anymore, I'm a strong man. Every time I masturbate with your underwear, I'm thinking about your beauty, your goodness. I love you, and as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you. I'll protect you for life! I'll love you for life. If I leave you, I'll die; there's no point in living!" Mixed with the sleep-talking I'd pretended to say that morning, my sincerity was even more apparent, and it also stirred her memories. I guessed all the unpleasantness of the past years came flooding back. While I was speaking, my hands weren't idle. One hand gently touched her delicate little feet, while the other caressed her breasts, occasionally wandering over her neck and earlobes.

Based on our observations, I noticed that her face would flush red when I accidentally touched these areas, indicating they were her sensitive spots. My other hand slowly moved towards her thigh. My frank confession stunned Jieyu. She stared intently at my youthful yet deliberately mature face, and I met her gaze without flinching. As expected, her fair face turned red again. But her reason still tried to stop my teasing, "No, Xiaopeng, no... no, Xiao...peng, don't... touch... me... there..."

"Then where do you want me to touch?"

"Touch. No, nowhere... don't... touch." Although it was my first time, I had rehearsed countless times in my fantasies, so I was quite adept at it. I wrapped my arms around her neck and gently stroked her left earlobe.

My hand was already inside her panties, and I used my wrist to pull the waistband down to her thighs. My middle finger wandered back and forth between her vulva. Liu Jieyu was already quite wet from watching porn behind me, and with the teasing earlier, she was even more aroused. My finger swam like a fish in water. "No...don't...ah...Xiao...Peng...I...am...older...than...you...I...am...your...aunt!!" She wanted to say that she was my aunt.

But before she could finish speaking, my middle finger was already inside her, and Jieyu gasped. If I let her continue like that, I was afraid she would wake up and push me away. I didn't want her mouth to be idle either. I tightened my grip on her neck, and Jieyu's head stopped shaking. I kissed her. Her lips were initially tightly closed, trying to resist the entry of my tongue, but as my fingers entered her vulva, she couldn't help but let out soft moans. My tongue finally entered her mouth. Despite watching countless pornographic films and understanding much about the female body and sex, I had never kissed before. My first kiss was inexperienced and offered no pleasure. Jieyu felt the same way; she simply stuck her tongue in my mouth.

I released her lips, rolled her dress up to her chest with my left hand, and unhooked her bra from the side. Her breasts bounced out like two white rabbits. Jieyu's nipples were large, like two black grapes. I couldn't resist taking them into my mouth, pinching one nipple with my left hand and playing with it. I sucked on the right one tightly; my mouth felt nothing, but my left hand felt the nipple hardening. Jieyu covered her face with one hand and tried to pry my fingers off her vagina with the other.

"Xiao...Xiao Peng, please...let go of your sister, my back hurts so much, please let me get up, okay?" Sister Jieyu pleaded with me. Seeing that her eyes seemed a little red and swollen, I softened a bit and was about to give up when I said, "Sister will get up and help you get it out, okay?" I was overjoyed and stood up, pulling her up while taking off her clothes. Sister Jieyu stood on the ground, seeing me staring at her like a wolf, and was so ashamed that she didn't know where to cover herself with her hands. She tried to cover her breasts, but her genitals were exposed in front of me, and no matter how she tried to cover them, she couldn't. So she simply covered her face with her hands.

I pulled her to the sofa, then lay down and pressed the replay button on the VCR. Sister Jieyu squatted in front of me and started stroking me with her hand. "Xiao...Peng, let sister help you...get it out, and we'll pretend nothing happened, okay...?" "Okay," I knew in my heart that unless I wanted to ejaculate, she probably wouldn't be able to do anything, so I agreed first.

She leaned over me and clumsily began to stroke me with her hand. It was her first time doing this, and she couldn't even control the pressure. My penis even felt a little painful, but just as I wanted, after nearly ten minutes, my penis was still erect like a giant snake, with no intention of ejaculating. I said, "Sister Jieyu, if you don't come soon, I'll fuck your ass." She shuddered at that.

At that moment, the bride on TV was greedily sucking the photographer's penis, swallowing the semen he ejaculated, and smearing the oozing fluid from the glans on her face and chest. Jieyu watched the woman on TV, hesitated, then opened her small mouth and put the glans inside. The moment it entered her mouth, I sensed something was wrong and almost ejaculated. I quickly pinched my wound to bring myself back to my senses. Fortunately, Jieyu wasn't very experienced with oral sex either; her teeth scraped the glans, and the pain reduced my excitement.

I glanced at the pornographic film where a man was licking a woman's genitals, and the woman seemed very excited. I lifted Jieyu's legs, positioned her genitals against my mouth, and began licking. "No, it's dirty there… ah…" Jieyu's voice trembled. I knew I had done it right and licked even more vigorously.

Jieyu's suppressed desire was rekindled by me. I alternately touched her nipples with one hand and spread her legs with the other, carefully observing her genitals while licking. Jieyu's labia parted due to arousal, revealing her pink vaginal opening. Everything I had read in my sex education textbook was now displayed before my eyes. Strange? Where is the clitoris? It should be above the vulva, right? The handwritten notes all say that it's a woman's vital point. I slowly parted her labia majora with my hand, revealing a cute little bud.

It turned out that Jieyu had never had sexual relations with anyone after being raped and giving birth to Xiaomin. She was still untouched. Her vulva was covered with white, fishy-smelling grime, which I cleaned with my tongue. Then I licked upwards from below, and sweet and sour love juice flowed out incessantly. When my tongue reached her clitoris, Jieyu forgot about sucking my penis, arched her body, and screamed. "No...no...it itches...ah, itches...ah!! Ah!!!" Her long hair, which had been tied up, had already come loose. It swayed with the shaking of her head, and the lewd sounds from the television intensified our atmosphere.

Jieyu's body was straddling my head in a horse-riding position, her big buttocks pressing down on my face. I used my hand to lift her lower body, continuing to lick her tender clitoris while inserting the middle finger of my other hand into her vagina again. Before, the rapid in-and-out motion hadn't felt anything. Now, as my finger slowly moved, my fingertip touched a bumpy spot about the size of a five-cent coin inside her vagina, which I guessed was the erogenous zone mentioned in books.

I gently scratched it with my finger. At this moment, Jieyu was no longer concerned with helping me ejaculate and ending this mess. She was rubbing her face and breasts vigorously with both hands, biting her lower lip tightly, and making indistinct whimpering sounds. Her clitoris, which had grown from the size of a mung bean to the size of a soybean, I enveloped it with my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, feeling it grow larger and harder. My fingers, inserted into her vagina, began to feel tightly enveloped by the tender flesh of the inner walls.

Her legs began to pull together, clamping my head tightly between them. Leaning upwards, she squeezed her nipples forcefully with both hands. My fingers could no longer move freely in and out of her vagina, so I simply pressed them against her and rubbed them haphazardly. Due to the change in her body shape, my mouth slid down to her anus. At that moment, I couldn't even tell what was going on. Sister Jieyu was always careful about personal hygiene; even her anus didn't smell bad. I licked her anus haphazardly with the tip of my tongue.

Jieyu's spirit had collapsed. Her tightly clenched lips finally parted, her small nose glistening with sweat, and she twitched incessantly, emitting heavy breaths. Her entire face was distorted, an expression of both pain and pleasure, as if an angel and a demon were intertwined. In truth, I couldn't do anything now; the only thing I could move was my tongue, and I could only work even harder. Her mature 35-year-old body, which hadn't had sex for over a decade, could no longer hold on. She sobbed, uttering seductive, distorted words.

"No... Xiao... Peng! No... I... can't... take it... anymore... I'm going to... die... ah...! Ah...!!!" I tried to pull my fingers out, but her vagina gripped them tightly, preventing me from moving.

"No... no, no... no!" I deliberately said, "If you don't want it, I'll pull it out." She practically screamed, "No... no... pull it out." The volume of her distorted words grew louder and louder. I started to fear that the neighbors would hear, so I quickly grabbed my underwear and stuffed it into her mouth. Jieyu felt like she was being tossed about by wave after wave in a vast ocean. Suddenly, she froze, the muscles on the inside of her legs trembling uncontrollably. She grabbed my thighs with both hands, and her whole body began to shake violently.

She suddenly spat out the underwear from her mouth and burst into tears. She collapsed onto my body, a large puddle of fluid gushing from her genitals, slightly foul-smelling, soaking my head and face. I had assumed all women were like this during sex, until I learned in the army that she was experiencing ejaculation, commonly known as urinary incontinence.

Jieyu's intermittent sobs slowly subsided. I rolled her over and laid her on the sofa, then went to the bathroom to wash her quickly. To be honest, the smell was awful; those perverse descriptions in novels were incomprehensible.

I washed a hot towel and wiped the tears from her face. I sat down beside her, put my arm around her waist, and softly asked,

"Jieyu, are you feeling better?" Jieyu turned over and looked at me. I thought she was going to slap me, but instead, she hugged me tightly, sobbing, "Thank you, Xiaopeng. You've shown me what a woman is. You won't look down on me, will you?" "How could I? Have you forgotten what I said? You're my goddess, the person I love most. I was even afraid you wouldn't want me anymore." Hearing my words, Jieyu was moved and cupped my face in her hands, bringing her lips to my mouth. I remembered how comfortable she looked when I licked her genitals earlier, my tongue swirling around, so I put my tongue in her mouth and swirled it around repeatedly. Her saliva was so sweet, and I sucked on it hard. Unexpectedly, this worked perfectly. She made a muffled snort, a soft groan, and couldn't help but respond with her own tongue, our tongues intertwining...

I kissed her teeth and lips fiercely. She pressed her lower abdomen against my bulging lower abdomen, twisting and turning. After a long kiss of about five minutes, I released her. Jieyu's eyes were misty and wet, and she said to me sadly, "Xiaopeng, did we make a mistake?" "Jieyu, I'll fuck you today, and I'll be willing to be run over by a car tomorrow." Hearing this, she covered my mouth with her hand, spat, and told me not to let her mouth open. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she closed her eyes. We kissed again.

I thought it would be a waste if I didn't do it now, so I played with her tender petals with my fingers, and then covered her vulva with my palm, gently rubbing it counterclockwise. She made a "woo-woo" sound in her throat, and when I looked down, her nipples were hard again. I wanted to spread her legs apart. "No, don't look down there," Jieyu said shyly, keeping her legs tightly together, her two cute little feet twitching incessantly. I didn't rush to penetrate her. Instead, I turned around and kissed her feet, my penis once again aimed at her mouth. This time, she didn't hesitate and began to suck and swallow. This time it felt much better.

I sucked on each of her white, tender toes, "Haha, so itchy!" I knelt on top of her, adopting a 69 position, continuing to ravage her genitals. Her rationality gradually faded; she tried to close her legs, but her waist was too weak to exert any strength, and I easily parted them. I stuck out my tongue, sucking on the fleshy part between her thighs, my fingers pressing against her clitoris. Her flower opened again, wet and glistening. I got up, took off my shirt, which was soaked with urine, and knelt between her legs.

"You can't do that!" Even though her genitals were a mess, she was still stubborn. Despite the passion we had just experienced, she was still so shy, covering her eyes with her hands. I had to overcome all the psychological barriers between us. I roughly pulled her hands away. "Look at me, look at my cock. I'm going to fuck you until you love me forever. You're mine. Your nipples are hard, what are you pretending for? Stubborn on the outside, but your little mouth down there is welcoming me." My penis entered her vagina. The long-dormant genitals were penetrated by the penis of a boy ten years younger than her, and the guilt made Jieyu's body unusually sensitive.

I lowered my head and tightly sucked on her pink areola, circling it with my tongue, occasionally lightly scraping her nipple with my teeth. My penis began to thrust, the glans rubbing against her sensitive nipple, making a squelching sound. Unlike fingers, the penis, in terms of both thickness and temperature, was something fingers could never replace. Just like masturbation and sex. The ripples from the thrusting spread from Jieyu's genitals to her entire body. A faint moan escaped from her tightly clenched lips, captivating. I almost lost control and had to distract myself.

"How have you managed all these years? Masturbation?" "Mmm..."

"Who are you thinking about? Is it Coach Wang from our class?" "No...no!" "

Is masturbation as pleasurable as this?"

"No...no." Her vagina was filled with lubrication, and my penis rubbed against her inside. My testicles slapped against her labia, making a slapping sound. Her sexy body emitted a strong odor, further stimulating my senses.

"From now on, you're my woman. Your little nectar can only be for me, understand?"

"Ugh..."

"What will you call me from now on?"

"Xiao...Peng." I casually slapped her buttocks, and unexpectedly, she let out a soft moan.

"No." Another slap, "Ah...Pengpeng!" Another slap, the prank indeed lessened my urge to ejaculate considerably.

"Darling...my...husband!" I clearly felt her subconsciously tighten her legs, her vagina contracting again, trying to clamp my penis. Her mature body, in her thirties, seemed to yearn to be penetrated by this huge object, even to have it stay inside forever. I felt myself ejaculating and wanted to pull my penis out.

"No...no...don't...pull...out!"

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"Beg me!"

"Xiao...Peng, ah...no...husband. My...darling...my...life, hurry and fuck me, hurry, hurry, fuck me to death, fuck me to death!" Her mind was already blurred, the desire to conquer and the stimulation supported me to continue thrusting. Her small feet were uncontrollably crossed and clamped around my back, her plump thighs also tightened around my waist, preventing me from withdrawing. I could only use a deep and shallow method to deal with her surging orgasms. From the beginning until now, it has been almost an hour, and I really can't hold on anymore.

"Faster, faster, faster..." She anxiously raised her waist to cooperate with my movements, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed my face randomly.

"Too tired." On the verge of madness and collapse, she suddenly stopped, pleading with me with resentment.

"What's wrong?"

"My arm hurts too much." Actually, I was looking for an opportunity to suppress the urge to ejaculate. I didn't want it to end quickly. I knew that only a long struggle could completely conquer her and win her heart.

"Stop torturing me, husband. I beg you," I said, glancing at the TV screen where the female lead was on top of a man, and a sudden idea struck me.

"Wife, get on top of me," she said impatiently, sitting down on me. Actually, neither of us had ever done this before, and as soon as she was on top, I knew we were in trouble; this position was harder for a man to control.

"Ah...yes...yes..." she murmured, expressing her pleasure, her hips writhing even more wantonly. The sounds of splashing water filled the air, the scent of her love juice growing stronger, enveloping us both. Watching her flowing hair, her bouncing breasts, and Jieyu's incessant babbling and frenzied movements, I reached my climax. The overwhelming pleasure arrived, and I couldn't resist any longer. I leaped up and pressed myself against Jieyu, my penis pounding into her vagina and uterus like a torrential downpour. Her legs clamped around my waist, pressing tightly against me. Our bodies leaned back, our genitals firmly connected.

"Fuck my cunt raw! I'm a slut, your slut, I'm a whore, a whore you can fuck whenever you want, faster, faster, faster, I'm going to explode, my cunt is going to rot, you've fucked it raw, and... I'm going to... pee..." I didn't want to say anything, I just frantically thrust in, my glans feeling waves of heat inside her vagina, my mind went blank for a moment. With a roar, my burning penis began to erupt, scalding semen gushing out, the pleasure it brought was something masturbation could never replace. Jieyu's dizzy, tearful expression, her cherry lips pursed, emitting sexy moans, her hands gripping the sofa cover, her body tensing, and streams of semen flowing from her lower body.

Since the passion had subsided, I could calmly observe and enjoy everything before me. Jieyu's full breasts stood erect on her chest, her snow-white body posed in an extremely lewd posture. Her lower abdomen had a slight bulge, a red line running down her spine. Her large, porcelain-like buttocks still hung in the air, her translucent vulva slightly swollen and red, her labia majora and minora still engorged and turned outwards. Our vaginal fluids were slowly flowing out, dripping down. Her eyes were tightly closed, seemingly still immersed in the passion of sex.

I gently stroked her face and chest, feeling her breasts still rising and falling. Jieyu let out a long breath, opened her eyes, and looked at me with brimming eyes and a faint smile on her lips. Her hands gently stroked my back. "Oh, so much sweat."

"What sweat? It's all your vaginal fluid. You sprayed me all over without warning."

"Ah...you...you're so bad! It's all your fault! I've never been so embarrassed before. Peng, let me wipe it off for you." She turned and got up. As soon as she stood up, the semen from her vagina gushed down her thighs. With a cry of surprise, she quickly covered her genitals with her hands, ran to the bathroom, squatted down, and washed herself with water, muttering, "Oh no, oh no, I hope I don't get pregnant. Let me count the days."

"If I get pregnant, I'll marry you."

"Such sweet talk, always trying to flatter me. By the time you graduate from university, I'll be an old woman."

"Then I'll marry you, this beautiful old woman." She smiled broadly as she came over with a towel to wipe me dry. After drying my upper body, I said, "And there's still down there, it's sticky." She was a little shy. "You can wipe it yourself."

"My arm hurts, dear sister, please help me."

"You grabbed my leg so hard just now, it hurts now, serves you right." Even though she said that, she still squatted down and playfully flicked the glans with her hand. "You were so fierce just now, why aren't you being aggressive now?"

"It's full, it's taking a nap." As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach rumbled. Sure enough, it was almost 1 o'clock, and she was really hungry.

Jieyu went into the room, took out her clothes, and threw them at me. "Put them on yourself, I'm going to cook." She put on a white cotton nightgown and ran to the kitchen. While she was cooking, I mopped up the blood and urine on the floor. The sofa cover was completely soaked. After eating, Jieyu took it off and started washing it with her butt sticking out. I kept her company, chatting idly, and occasionally poking her anus with my finger.

"Don't do that, it's filthy."

"I've already licked it, it doesn't smell bad, it smells good." I noticed she always reacted to these lewd words, perhaps because she was somewhat educated, appearing pure and elegant on the outside but secretly harboring desires. After washing the clothes and outer garment, we took them to the yard to hang them to dry.

Under the planned economy, everything belonged to the state. Jieyu was originally an arts teacher at the No. 1 Middle School, but was seconded to the Sports Commission. She still lived in the school's house, a detached house with no neighbors. The nearest house, Teacher Xu's, was ten meters away. My parents wanted to give me a good learning environment because it was quiet and close to the school, and they also encouraged Jieyu. Little did they expect it to become my den of desire.

At 5 pm, she put the porridge on the stove, accompanied me to the hospital to change the gauze, and bought some braised dishes on the way back. When we were almost home, I deliberately kept some distance from her, admiring her from behind. Jieyu was dressed in all black.

A sleeveless black georgette blouse clung tightly to her prominent breasts, outlining her shapely figure. The sheer black fabric at the shoulders subtly revealed the thin straps of her black bra. Her flowing silk skirt swayed with each step, her beautiful ankles peeking out from beneath. She wore black high heels on her small, size 36 feet. Sensing my gaze, she faltered slightly, her steps faltering. Just as she was about to turn and playfully scold me, she encountered Ms. Xu and her family, who were out for a walk. She stopped and greeted them.

Ms. Xu said, "Jieyu, you look so stylish today! Where did you buy it?"

"I bought it in Shanghai when I went back."

"No wonder! I was wondering where we could find such nice clothes in our small town. They must be expensive."

"They're alright. If you like them, I'll bring them back for you next time."

"Oh dear, I don't have your figure. You look like a black swan, but if I wore that, I'd look like a crow!"

"Look at you, Sister Xu isn't that much older than me."

"Sigh, almost forty, getting older every day. You'll see eventually. Why do you look so good today? Did you get a raise again? You're so lucky, getting paid from both ends!" "

Really? Maybe I had a little to drink at lunch, that's why my face is flushed?"

"Beautiful! I used to look like you. Sigh, just four years and wrinkles have appeared. By the way, Xiao Peng, he's grown into a handsome young man. With your mother gone, Jieyu must be working so hard. Look at us, how can she not make us age faster?"

"How's your father? When are you coming back so I can visit him?"

"Thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."

"Look how polite that child is!" Although Ms. Xu was kind and helpful, I was still incredibly annoyed with her at that moment. Not only had she ruined my mood, but her words, "Beautiful! I used to look like you. Sigh, just four years and wrinkles have appeared. By the way, Xiaopeng, you've grown into a handsome young man. Your mother's not here, Jieyu, you've had a hard time. Look at you, how can you not rush us into getting old?" ruined the atmosphere between Jieyu and me. Jieyu's face clearly showed some frustration and disappointment. I grabbed Jieyu and left. "Aunt Liu, I'm hungry, let's go home."

When we got home and I opened the door, Jieyu threw down the groceries, covered her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers, and rushed into the bedroom without even changing her slippers. She collapsed onto the bed and sobbed uncontrollably. I hated Ms. Xu so much. I took the groceries to the kitchen and put them in the cupboard, then turned around and went into the bedroom. I turned on the light, silently sat down beside Jieyu, and gently patted her back. I casually grabbed a handkerchief from the bedside table and gave it to her. After crying for a few minutes, Jieyu turned her upper body, looking at me with resentful eyes, and sobbed, "Xiaopeng, were we wrong? Are we committing incest? Will you still love me in ten years? How can society possibly accept us? Why? Why do you like me? Why did I have to meet you? Why not seventeen years ago? God, what should I do?" Finally, she became hysterical, burying her head in the pillow and crying until she almost fainted.

I knew that although I had taken advantage of her that afternoon, reason would prevail in calm moments. If I didn't help her get through this, she would never be happy, and it might end at any moment. I took off her high heels, removed her skirt and top, took off my own coat, lay down beside her, covered her with a blanket, and held her tightly in my arms. In a gentle yet firm tone, I told her:

“When I was little, I liked being with Xiaomin. Now I realize that because you were always with her, I've always loved you. We're not related by blood, so how is it incest? My mother's love is the highest form of love, and yours is the most intimate. They're not the same thing. Jieyu, even if it's ten, twenty, or thirty years from now, I will still love you. I want to love you for a lifetime and possess you for a lifetime. Sex is just a beginning and an interlude, not the whole process. We didn't meet seventeen years ago, but we met seventeen years later. If you hadn't married Xiaomin's father, we wouldn't have had the chance to get to this point. Luckily, you're still waiting for me. There's no place for us here. Five years from now, after I graduate from university, I'll take you far away. We'll go to another city, earn lots and lots of money, and you won't have to suffer or get tired. We'll marry and have children, a boy and a girl. The boy will look like me, and the girl will look like you. I'll teach them academics, and you'll teach them arts and literature. Okay, my dear?”

These words truly came from the bottom of my heart. Seeing her pitiful state, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. The feelings of a seventeen-year-old boy are genuine, and I truly fell in love with her. At that moment, I truly matured. I sketched out my future in my mind: I would study hard and go out into the world!

Jieyu, after hearing my words, slowly stopped sobbing. My words encouraged her. Courage and confidence—for over thirty years, no man had ever spoken to her like that. Since she was raped and reported it, the perpetrator was sentenced to ten years in prison, and she married Xin Yongcheng, a disabled man, she had never experienced true love. No one dared to approach her. She mechanically went to and from work every day, a monotonous routine of home, road, and workplace. Her cold exterior gradually chilled her heart as well. Back in Shanghai, her parents treated her coldly. They hated her for her impulsive youth, for going to the countryside against their wishes, only to be raped and bring shame to the family.

Because of her narrow pelvis, she had a cesarean section in Shanghai. I saw the red marks on her abdomen—the scars from that surgery. No wonder her vagina was so tight. She felt both maternal love for Xiaomin and intense hatred for that man, which was why she wanted Xiaomin to leave her so early, and why she suffered from nightmares almost every night. Jieyu nestled in my arms, opening her heart to me from which she had never truly opened before, recounting her years of suffering with a slightly tearful voice. I didn't say a word, only held her tighter; my words and actions warmed her fragile heart.

Jieyu, like a young girl experiencing first love (in fact, this truly was her first love), asked me melancholically, "Peng, think about it, in another ten years or so, when I'm old and faded, and can't make love with you anymore, will you still love me this much?" I considered every word I spoke, trying to avoid giving the wrong answer.

"Sex, sex, even after sex is gone, we still have so much love, and children!" The beautiful vision held immense allure for her, making her ponder. Suddenly, I smelled something burning. I jumped out of bed, and Jieyu looked at me in surprise.

"The porridge is burnt!" I ran to the yard and saw that the bottom of the bowl was inedible; the porridge was almost turning into dry rice. I quickly took the pot off the stove, replaced it with a new coal briquette, and Jieyu followed me out, wearing only her coat, watching me frantically clean up.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles."

"No, today we're having the most memorable meal of the day. Go back inside, don't get cold. I'll finish up before you come out again, and don't peek!" I shooed her back. I took the groceries from the cupboard to the living room, found two red candles I'd lit for the New Year, and opened a bottle of Yantai red wine, pouring them into two glasses. I also filled two small bowls with porridge. After checking that the gate was locked, I went back inside, turned off the lights, and lit the candles.

"What are you doing?" Jieyu asked curiously from the bedroom. I pulled her out, and she gasped.

"Jieyu, didn't you ask me if I'd love you forever? Tonight is our wedding night. It's simple now, but when things are better, I'll give you a better life." Tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Today is our big day, no crying!" I pulled her to a stool and sat down next to her.

"Heaven above, today Han Xiaopeng and Liu Jieyu are truly in love and have decided to become husband and wife. I swear, I will cherish her for the rest of my life and make her happy forever. If I break this vow, may Heaven punish me..." She covered my mouth with her delicate hand, too excited to speak.

"Jieyu, will you marry me?"

"I...I do!!!" We drank our wine in one gulp. I scraped some rice with a spoon and fed it to her, then swallowed a big mouthful myself, almost choking—it tasted awful.

Watching Jieyu swallow it down with a happy expression, she managed to swallow it all in one gulp. Perhaps because she was drinking on an empty stomach, and because of her excitement, Jieyu's face was flushed, making her incredibly cute! She breathed heavily and pulled me into a tight embrace, her lips immediately pressing against mine. We kissed passionately, and I frantically stirred her fragrant tongue, sucking her sweet saliva. I scooped her up, held her in my arms, and carried her to our new bed. Jieyu shyly closed her eyes, curling her legs up like a gentle little lamb nestled in my embrace.

Her fragrant tongue responded to my advances intermittently. I gently placed her on the bed, turned, and drew the curtains. I carefully removed her outer garment, revealing her snow-white, voluptuous body. A black bra tightly encased her ample breasts, and a few pubic hairs playfully peeked out from her black lace panties, a small wet patch slowly widening in the center.

Black stockings clung tightly to her long, beautiful legs; the contrast of white and black, combined with her fragrant scent, made the scene so alluring, so captivating, so sensual. Jieyu blushed, and said shyly,

"Xiaopeng, turn off the light." Then she buried her head in the pillow.

"Still calling me Xiaopeng?" I lightly slapped her plump, white buttocks.

"Husband...husband..." I leaned down and kissed her earlobe. Nipples. Shoulders. Neck and lips. She moaned softly with her eyes closed, a soft cry that sounded like both a sob and a moan coming from deep in her throat.

"Oh...oh...so...itchy." The newly grown stubble brushed back and forth on her smooth skin, constantly pricking her sensitive areas. Her eyes were dazed, and she cupped my face in her hands, kissing me again. One hand kept stroking my back, while the other boldly grasped my penis, gently stroking it.

"Husband...I...am...so...itchy..., it's...so...hot...inside." I removed her underwear, rubbing my body against her skin. Her breasts deformed in the tight embrace, and her nipples began to stand erect. My penis slowly throbbed between her legs, sometimes bumping against her clitoris, sometimes sliding between her labia. The unique fleshy aroma and slightly fishy, pungent scent of Jieyu's genitals filled the entire room.

"Itchy...it's itchy...ah...I want...I want...I want you...I want...you...insert...inside, quickly...quickly...come on...fuck...you...my...good girl, fuck...your...slutty...flesh...my...cunt...it's...it...it's...itchy...ah!!" Jieyu cried out wildly, grabbing my penis and thrusting her lower body upwards to meet my thrusts. Seeing her burning lust, my eyes blazed with desire. I could no longer restrain myself. With a powerful thrust of my hips, my penis plunged into her flower.

"Ah..." Jieyu gasped, her head swaying from side to side, her long hair swinging wildly. I straightened up and began to slowly thrust in and out. Her cunt was so warm, so slippery, yet there was no feeling of looseness. The walls of her vagina rubbed against the surface of my penis, tightly gripping my glans, seemingly resisting my penetration, yet the gushing nectar carpeted my opening. The fleshy lump inside her vagina scraped against my penis, intensifying our pleasure.

More than ten minutes passed, and we just kept thrusting. "My darling, my baby, little Jieyu, good wife, my little fragrant cunt, I'm going to fuck you to death, my sweetheart," "Fuck...fuck...fuck...you...enter...me...harder...more...force...oh...my...good husband, my dear husband, my big...cock, my dear...brother, my dear father, you're fucking your sister to death, you're fucking your daughter to death" (It turns out Jieyu has little contact with men, and her masturbation objects are often her own relatives; no wonder she wouldn't say anything when I asked her this afternoon).

Our lewd words intertwined, "Ah!!!" Streams of clear fluid shot from Jieyu's cunt. I almost ejaculated, quickly pressing my tongue against my jaw and contracting my anus to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Jieyu lay limply on the bed, her labia parted as if confessing her true feelings. The droplets of moisture on her pubic hair made her vulva look like a red rose in the morning dew, incredibly beautiful. I couldn't resist kissing

her. Before she could recover, I gently pinched and rubbed her clitoris with my fingers. Her clitoris, which was about to retract, swelled again. I slid my tongue between her labia majora and minora, occasionally probing inside. Jieyu twisted her lower body, and I inserted my fingers inside, scraping them. My mouth pressed tightly against her anus, my tongue roaming over it. I reignited her desire. She tried to grab my head with both hands but couldn't. Helplessly, she rubbed her face and neck, pinching her nipples hard. Jieyu's nipples were large and stretched long. "Yes, I want more. Fuck your sister, fuck your good daughter to death, fuck your dear wife to death." The sweet and sour vaginal fluid also aroused my suppressed desire.

I turned her around. Jieyu looked a little surprised. I lifted her waist with my hands and knelt behind her. She cooperated by kneeling up her legs, which were clad in black stockings. Since it was our first time trying this, the position was wrong, and several times I inserted it into her anus. Her buttocks swayed back and forth, her gaping vulva anxiously searching for my penis and swallowing it whole. This position of inserting it from behind is also easy for men to get aroused. I was savoring it when she started moving anxiously, kneeling on the bed like a female dog, swaying her buttocks. Her full breasts bounced like little white rabbits on her chest, her long hair flew up, and she struck an extremely lewd pose. Because her buttocks were quite firm, I couldn't penetrate very deeply each time. I used my hands to spread her buttocks apart, and I could clearly see that her anus was also slightly open. I made her keep swaying, and I used my fingers to dip some of her love juice and smear it on her anus before slowly inserting my fingers.

"Husband... no. Don't... poke... my asshole. Ah, it hurts a little... ah... it itches... my pussy is so itchy, move faster, move faster!" As I inserted, I switched from my little finger to my middle finger, and finally to my thumb, thrusting in and out of her anus, while my palms spread her buttocks apart. With my other hand, I slapped her buttocks from light to heavy, leaving red palm prints on her white buttocks.

"Ah! Ah! Kill me! It's so itchy! Husband... Husband... fuck me to death! I'm going to fly!" The moans and cries of pleasure were loud as the night deepened. I pulled my finger out with a pop, then put it in her mouth. Jieyu took my finger in her mouth, shaking her hips and moaning indistinctly, "So good... I can't take it anymore..." I sped up, thrusting harder. Jieyu's hips trembled, her vagina contracting violently. With each thrust to the deepest point, she let out a soft, wanton sob, "Ah... Ah... I can't take it... I'm about to... What should I do... Ah... I'm going to... I can't hold back anymore. One last thrust, my hot semen mingling with her vaginal fluids. After ejaculating, I lay weakly on her back, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking together.

It was a sleepless night. Jieyu and I made love endlessly, constantly changing positions. Our wedding night became a sexual experiment. We reached climax again and again, letting the waves of desire toss us to the crest of one wave after another. Countless tender words watered the flower of our love.

The stamina of a young man is astonishing; I ejaculated several times that night, I don't even know myself. Anyway, when I woke up the next day it was almost three in the afternoon, my little Jieyu was still fast asleep on top of me, tears of happiness still glistening in the corners of her eyes, her body covered in our semen, her genitals red and swollen, one black stocking slipped down, the other still hanging on her thigh. I remembered what I said yesterday: ideals aren't just about ideas, they require more effort. Today I am a man, carrying the weight of our happiness. That

night, Jieyu woke up, we ate a simple meal, and once again we were lost in sex. For three days in a row, except when Jieyu went out to buy groceries and asked for leave for both of us, we made love wildly in every corner of the house. When we were tired, we slept; when we woke up, we did it again—front, back, side, 69, the cross-legged position… I especially loved it when Jieyu spread her legs against the wall, and I penetrated her from the side.

Jieyu seemed to be trying to make up for what she'd missed over a decade. By the third night, we were both exhausted and lying on the floor, the room filled with the pungent smell of our bodily fluids. Jieyu opened her big eyes and said to me, "Honey, if this keeps up, I'm really going to die. You've drained all the fluid from down there, I can't pee anymore. We can't do this anymore, you'll kill me." Her labia were already a little broken, swollen and open, her pubic hair stood on end from the solidified lubrication, her whole body was covered in the marks of my sucking, her buttocks were covered in my handprints, her pink areolas were starting to turn black, her lips were swollen and her eyes were bluish.

I wasn't in much better shape; the insides of my legs were chafed from rubbing against the ground, my penis was drooping, my foreskin was red and swollen from excessive friction, and I had no feeling in my mouth or tongue. We rested for a while, then got up and showered together. We ate our fill, cleaned the room, and leaned wearily against the bed. Jieyu, being older than me, had more self-control. She grabbed a pen and we made a plan: two nights a week, any day from Monday to Saturday, but only once to avoid interfering with my studies.

On Sunday mornings, we could buy groceries and cook until dusk, then rest well before class the next day. During my fertile window, I would use condoms or withdrawal, and she would use contraception for double protection. I wouldn't allow her to take pills, but she would use a diaphragm. When we were out, I would call her Aunt Liu or nothing at all. At home, we could do whatever we wanted. Finally, I would focus on my studies, aiming for Fudan University in Shanghai. If I didn't get into university, we would end our relationship… Above, we bit each other's fingers and pressed the agreement.

The next morning, I sat in the classroom, surprising my classmates. I ignored the troublemakers and told my friends outside of school not to bother me for a year. And so, I began my studies diligently. I was studying science, and English was my weak point. Jieyu had always been good at English, and every day after I finished my homework, she would tutor me for half an hour, occasionally sharing a passionate kiss, but never crossing that line outside of our scheduled time. Sometimes I was tempted, but thinking about our future, I had to strictly restrain myself. Fortunately, we had two big meals a week. Under

her supervision, thanks to my strong foundation and high motivation, my grades improved dramatically. My previously barely passing scores were now among the top in the school, and even my worst subject, English, was among the best in my class. Teachers and classmates looked at me with astonishment, and the rumors that had slandered my family were dispelled.

At first, Jieyu could hold back, but later, seeing my impressive academic progress, she loosened the rules, setting a reward system of one perfect score on a small test, two rewards for being in the top three in the grade, and so on. My parents, seeing my grades improve again, felt even more certain they had made the right choice. Along with my studies, my sexual skills also improved. Jieyu and I constantly tried new positions, and I mastered her erogenous zones, bringing her to orgasm in just a few minutes.

During the conception period, I used condoms a few times, but the experience was terrible, so I refused to use them again. I had her use birth control films; I still remember the brand, I think it was "Lelemi." In daily life, she carefully planned my diet, making me very strong and always full of energy; everyone I knew commented on how much weight I had gained.

I remember one Sunday, a classmate invited me to play soccer, which I declined. The next day, I woke up excitedly, only to find that Jieyu's period had come early. I was very depressed. After accompanying her to buy groceries, I went inside to read, feeling sullen. Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Jieyu didn't dare to say much. She cooked several dishes but hesitated to call me. Seeing the food was getting cold, she finally had to come in and urge me. I snapped at her, and she lowered her head and left. When I walked out of the room, I saw her lying on the bed, fully clothed

, crying again. She was like a child, unable to bear even the slightest grievance in front of me. I realized I had gone too far and quickly ran in to comfort her. After a while, she finally calmed down, sobbing,

"Honey, I wanted it too! How could I know it would come two days early? You said you loved me, and you said you couldn't wait a few days? Do you think I didn't want to?" I knew I was wrong and didn't dare to be stern anymore. I hugged her, fed her, and apologized profusely. After dinner, I lay in bed with her and talked. Because I had studied too late the night before, I fell asleep quickly. In my sleep, I felt someone kissing me, making it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and saw it was Jieyu kissing me. I responded casually, not wanting to make myself uncomfortable.

She noticed my carelessness, pulled down my briefs, and gently shook my glans with her hand; she knew my sensitive area all too well.

As we kissed, her breathing grew heavier, and she pulled my hand to her vulva. I touched the center; there was a hard, sticky menstrual pad inside. "Jieyu, I'm fine, I can hold it in." "Good husband, it's okay, once won't hurt." How considerate Jieyu was; to avoid disappointing me, she actually made love to me during her period. It would be so inhuman of me to hurt her body for my own selfish desires. Suddenly, I remembered that time I inserted my finger into her anus; she didn't seem to object much then, and besides, it was often done in videos. Why not try it today?

I took her to the bathroom, pulled her briefs down halfway, revealing only her beautiful little anus. She knew I wanted to insert it there, and she got a little nervous, clenching her buttocks tightly. I said, "Honey, you're clenching so tight, how am I supposed to do it?"

"I don't know why, I'm so scared."

"It's okay, I'll be gentle." I rubbed her buttocks while blowing on her anus, pressing my fingers against it and gently stroking it. Jieyu lay face down on the sink, watching curiously through the mirror. I inserted my little finger little by little. Jieyu frowned. I asked her if it hurt, and she said it was okay, just felt strange. Seeing how tight her anus was, I spread Vaseline evenly inside and out, spread her buttocks apart with my hands, and slowly pushed my penis in. The resistance at her anus was too great, and I felt very strained. Jieyu clearly showed pain. In the mirror, I saw her tightly furrowed brows and tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. I was about to withdraw when she grabbed my buttocks with her hand.

"Husband, push harder."

"Wife, I'm bleeding."

"It's...it's okay, keep going. Husband, this is the only place I haven't been touched by anyone else, I want you to penetrate me." She probably felt guilty because she wasn't a virgin and was trying to compensate with her anus.

I couldn't refuse her kindness any longer, so I went forward, and forward again. Actually, besides tightness and stimulation, there wasn't much pleasure in anal sex. I guess most people who like anal sex are because their partners' vaginas are too loose. Anyway, I didn't find it very enjoyable. Seeing my darling's pained expression, I stopped.

"Move, move, don't worry about me." The hand that was holding my buttocks pushed me hard, while her anus tightened and contracted. Her anus ruptured, and a trickle of blood flowed onto my penis. I couldn't bear to continue, so I pulled out.

"Husband, are you disgusted with me?" I pressed her head down, signaling her to stop and give me a blowjob. Jieyu sniffed it and said, "It smells awful. Ha, you think your own is dirty?" She first licked the smegma off the glans, then kissed my penis from top to bottom. Next, she took my testicles into her mouth and carefully licked my anus, playfully sticking her tongue inside from time to time. (This is how the current Desert Storm routine works, but with a bit more popping candy.) I was aroused by her teasing. She inserted her fingers into my anus, her small mouth tightly wrapped around my glans, her tongue constantly teasing the urethral opening.

I started thrusting, penetrating deep into her throat. She felt the hardness of my penis, suddenly stood up, her white buttocks sticking out towards me, and stubbornly said, "Husband, I want you to fuck my asshole, my asshole that will always belong to you alone." It turned out she really wanted me to penetrate her; otherwise, she would feel guilty towards me for the rest of her life. Inserting further became difficult, so I applied Vaseline to my penis, held her buttocks with my hand, and began thrusting violently. Jieyu, though clearly in pain, pretended to enjoy it. I started slapping her buttocks with my palm, this time with great force, trying to distract her from the pain in her anus. The slapping sound actually stimulated Jieyu, and her face turned red. My penis pierced her rectum, my testicles striking her genitals, stained with blood. The smell of blood stimulated me, and I began thrusting violently until I ejaculated.

For three days in a row, Jieyu walked with her legs splayed outwards, and she dared not ride her bicycle. I would take her to work early, and she would wait for me to pick her up after work. She cried out in pain when defecating. But she was still very happy, believing she had given me her anal virginity.

Happy days always pass quickly. The Spring Festival arrived. Everyone loves the New Year, but I hated it so much. Because Jieyu and I would be separated for a while. My parents drove me to their hometown for the Chinese New Year. It felt so different from the county town; the clothes were dazzling and varied. My parents' colleagues saw me and kept giving me red envelopes (cash gifts). I took the money to the black market and bought Jieyu a set of lingerie—black, see-through, supposedly smuggled from America—for over a hundred yuan. (At the time, my father was a high-ranking official, but his monthly salary was only a little over 400 yuan.) Because Jieyu loved black, I also bought her lipstick, perfume, and other things, hiding them under my suitcase. Actually, my parents never rummaged through my things anyway, but it was better to be safe. Jieyu's family came to visit, and Jieyu even pretended to give me lucky money. My mother chatted with Liu Min, asking her how she was doing, but I had absolutely no interest in her. When they were about to leave, I told my parents I had to go back to study.

My mother then sent a car to take me back with them. I hadn't seen Jieyu for several days, and I missed her terribly. At lunch, I tried to touch her little hand under the table, but quickly let go to avoid being discovered. Xin Yongcheng sat next to the Volga driver, chatting with him. Jieyu sat between me and Xiaomin. After getting in the car, I secretly held her hand. Halfway through the journey, I saw Xin Yongcheng chatting amiably with the driver. Xiaomin was carsick and had fallen asleep. I tapped my fingers on her palm, and she glared at me resentfully. I then tapped my palm three more times. It was our secret code: I love you.

She glanced at me helplessly, then pulled her coat over herself. My hand slipped under the coat and into her panties, combing her pubic hair. It dripped down, soaking her. My fingers easily slipped into her vagina, moving slightly back and forth, my fingertips rubbing her clitoris. Soon her face turned bright red, her nostrils flared, her teeth clenched, her legs stretched taut, and her toes curled and twitched. Her juices began to flow, and deep teeth marks appeared on her lips, drawing blood. I quickly pulled my fingers out, covered them with a handkerchief, and put them in her mouth. She sucked, then bit me hard. I cried out. Xin Yongcheng turned to look, and I quickly covered my head, pretending to have been touched, and then pretended to be asleep.

It was evening when we got back to her house. Every family had prepared food for the New Year. Jieyu had prepared a few simple dishes and brought out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). I figured Old Xin's alcohol tolerance was poor; he'd become quite talkative after a few drinks at noon. I planned to get him drunk.

Sure enough, he was drunk in less than two ounces. Xiaomin and I had a few more drinks. She didn't inherit Jieyu's drinking capacity and quickly became drunk too. Jieyu didn't stop me; she just chatted with us. After dinner, we watched TV for a while. Lao Xin and Xiaomin, feeling the effects of the alcohol, talked excitedly. I felt awkward standing next to them. I quickly washed up and went back to the guest room to rest. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned restlessly. I picked up a book and started reading. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt a hand stroking my head. I was about to pour out my sorrows about parting to her, but then I thought I should pretend to be asleep and see her reaction. It turned out to be Xiaomin.

"Peng, are you asleep?" I almost caused a huge disaster. Just as I was about to get up, Xiaomin started talking to herself, "We were so close when we were little, how come you've changed now? You don't even write me a letter. You used to always be with me when you came back, talking non-stop. Why are you so cold this time? What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this? I was supposed to leave today, but I postponed it until tomorrow because I wanted to see you. I have so many things I want to tell you. My parents don't love me, and even you ignore me now... I was so happy drinking with you today. If only we could... how wonderful that would be." Her voice started to sob, and my heart softened. But thinking of Jieyu, I steeled myself and continued to pretend. After a while, she slowly left the room and gently closed the door.

After Xiaomin left, I thought about it for a long time. Maybe it was too cruel to treat her like this. At least I should care for her like a younger sister. Yes, ever since I realized I liked her mother, I've gradually distanced myself, especially after my relationship with Jieyu. On the one hand, I was busy with my studies, and on the other hand, I devoted myself to Jieyu, which made me even more indifferent to her. I haven't even written her a letter. Anyone who isn't stupid can tell. Tomorrow I should have a good heart-to-heart talk with her and subtly express that we are like siblings. Yes, that's what I'll do. I looked at my watch. It was already eleven o'clock. Why was there still no movement? I went out to pour a glass of water and took the opportunity to check. Xiaomin's room and bedroom doors were closed, and the lights were off.

It seems like it's hopeless today. As I was squatting in the corner pouring water, the bedroom door opened, and Jieyu slipped out. She ran to Xiaomin's room first to check. I guessed Xiaomin was asleep. After all, she had drunk so much, and Lao Xin was probably drunk too.

I hid and observed her actions. I saw her tiptoe to the door, then stop. The winter night was cold, and she was only wearing a cotton-padded jacket and trousers. Perhaps she was a little cold, as she tightly hugged her chest with her arms, trembling uncontrollably. Perhaps out of consideration for Xiaomin, she hesitated like this. After about a minute, she finally reached out and pushed open the door, letting out a surprised "Ah!" as she looked into the room. I tiptoed behind her, covering her mouth with one hand and kneading her chest with the other. I thrust my lower body into her, pushing her into the room, and then locked the door behind me.

"You scared me to death! There was no one in the room, and then you suddenly covered my mouth. I thought it was a thief!"

"Scared? Let me rub it for you. I am the thief, specializing in stealing hearts. Come to bed, look how cold you are. Is your lower part still frozen solid? Let your brother touch it."

"Is Lao Xin asleep?" "

Sleeping like a dead pig. Xiao Min too. I knew they had no good intentions when you made them drink."

"Hmph, like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not appreciating a kind heart. It's all for you. You thought I wouldn't feel uncomfortable if I drank. Didn't you see me get up to drink water in the middle of the night? Why did you only come now?"

"I'll let you drink your fill later, my good husband. What's Xiao Min doing here? I heard her talking at the door, but I didn't dare come in. You didn't do anything to her, did you?"

"Nothing, I pretended to be asleep." Women will be women, even jealous of their own daughters.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? We can talk tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."

"I'm not talking anymore. Husband is angry. Do you miss me?"

"No."

"Then I'm going back." She said this, but nestled in his arms without moving.

"When you're well-fed and warm, lust arises," I thought. I turned the heater up high, and soon the room warmed up, and our bodies, pressed together, began to stir with passion. Suddenly, I remembered what I'd bought. I quickly got up and took the gift out of my luggage.

"Try it on."

"You bought this for me? My good husband, let me give you a kiss." Knowing her bra size, it fit perfectly. The bra was just a sheer black veil covering her breasts, her large breasts and nipples fully exposed. The small butterfly-shaped panties were practically just a few strings, a thin strap digging into her sensitive crease and buttocks. The fishnet stockings were so tight they reached her thighs, with two straps connecting them to the waistband. What seem like ordinary garter stockings now were quite rare back then.

"How can you wear this? It's so embarrassing!"

"Never mind, just burn it." Jieyu plopped down on my lap and kissed me.

"My little husband is angry, I was wrong, I'll wear it, okay?" She wiggled her big buttocks, rubbing against my penis. She hadn't received my caresses for many days, and due to unsatisfied desire, her body was already unbearably itchy. Wearing the shameful and sexy lingerie, with every movement, the rope around her vulva rubbed against her clitoris, labia, and anus—sensitive areas. Her vagina was already flowing with lustful fluid, soaking the middle section of the rope. I kept pulling the rope with my hand .

"Husband, please forgive me... ah, it hurts..." The rope was taut, digging deep into her labia minora.

"Ah... you... you just bully me..." Jieyu lifted her leg, trying to relieve the strange sensation from the rope. Her pert breasts swayed in front of me, tempting my desire. The shame and exposure of having an affair at home also made her wanton.

"Give it to me, give it to me quickly... I haven't eaten for so many days, I'm so itchy, please stop... husband..." Jieyu untied her long hair, her alluring eyes looking at me seductively, her legs wrapped around my back, her toes pointed high.

"You... don't. You're making me impatient. Husband... hurry up and put it in." She impatiently pulled my penis out from the side of her underwear, pushing the strap aside herself.

"Give it to me quickly... I can't take it anymore..." She lifted her buttocks and sat down hard, her thick penis filling her vagina, squeezing out the vaginal fluid inside.

"Ah...that's great, I've missed my little stick so much!"

Jieyu wrapped her arms around my neck, her hands gripping my shoulders, our lips entwined, sucking on each other. Her hips moved up and down incessantly, and I thrust upwards in response. This half-riding position was probably the deepest penetration; I could even feel her cervix contracting, squeezing out streams of vaginal fluid that drenched my glans and shaft, flowing down her large labia to my testicles, dripping onto the floor. Urine gushing from her urethra washed over my abdomen, soaking the bedding beside the bed. I held her armpit tightly; because of her dance training, her armpit hair was gone, and I licked it with my tongue. She began to move violently, her head tilting back and swaying wildly from side to side, her hair flying, her breasts heaving, her labia slapping against my testicles, making a slapping sound, and her vagina and penis making gurgling noises.

Afraid she would scream again, I stuffed her panties into her mouth. She was moaning and whimpering, and her underwear was swinging out as she kept shaking her head. At that moment, I was holding her buttocks with both hands and inserting my fingers into her anus.

She took my shoulder into her mouth, continuing her indistinct cries. I thrust upwards wildly, penetrating deeper into her womb. The moment I entered, Jieyu bit my shoulder, her legs stiffening as she clung tightly to my waist, her nipples erect, her genitals pressed against mine, her whole body trembling. My desire exploded, and my semen, stored up for over ten days, gushed into Jieyu's womb like molten lava, shooting out over a dozen streams, filling her uterus and vagina.

The blood flowing from my shoulder ignited my animalistic instincts. I turned her, placed her on the bed, straddled her chest, and shoved my penis into her mouth. Jieyu greedily licked and sucked. Her tongue cleansed the coronal sulcus of my glans, her breasts clamping my shaft, her hands beginning to squeeze. The lingerie I bought was so alluring; the two straps slipped down to her shoulders, revealing her smooth shoulders. Her legs were spread wide, and she was rubbing her genitals with her heels. Within minutes, my penis was erect again. I turned her body over, grabbed her raised buttocks, and inserted my saliva-covered penis into her open slit from behind. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it back, while the other hand squeezed her breasts hard. Each time my penis withdrew to the vaginal opening, it rapidly reached her cervix, like a piston rod at 1800 revolutions per minute, violently and mechanically thrusting in and out. The glans swelled up greatly, scraping against the vaginal walls like a piston, while my scrotum slapped against her vulva.

Jieyu gripped the sheets tightly, trembling and moaning, unable to even cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her mind, halting her thoughts; time seemed to stand still. A little feces spurted from her anus, the scent of her body, the stench of semen, and the foul smell mingling and filling the room. I inserted my fingers into her anus and began frantically digging, her rectum throbbing under my pressure. Jieyu's eyes rolled back, saliva drooling from her jaw, only whimpering.

My sadistic desires were finally exposed; my hands struck her buttocks, genitals, breasts, even her face, each blow harder than the last, her thighs bruised and battered. My rapidly thrusting penis, red and hot from the friction, pumped away her vaginal fluids and urine like a pump. After countless thrusts, my glans plunged into her uterus again, pounding against her uterine walls, casting my countless children into the warm bed.

Jieyu fainted, and I was exhausted. I inserted the lipstick I'd bought into my vagina, wrote "Xiaopeng was here" with an eyebrow pencil, and then fell asleep with her in my arms. It was a long, long time before Jieyu woke up and shook me awake to clean up our battlefield and erase the traces. I didn't let her go, and fucked her again until she screamed in agony. It was almost 5 a.m. when we finished, and the roosters were crowing all around. If I didn't clean up soon, it would be too late. I lit a few cigarettes to mask the smell. I took her back to her room and then fell into a deep sleep.

I didn't get up until 11 a.m. the next day. Xiaomin had already left, leaving me a note. Lao Xin wasn't home either. I went to the bedroom and saw Jieyu still fast asleep in her underwear from last night, so I crawled into bed, pulled down my underwear, and fucked her twice more. Jieyu pleaded with me, "Darling, husband, please spare me. My pussy is all swollen, I won't do it again."

"Are you full?"

"Yes, dear brother, I'm full." Seeing her pitiful look, I let her go. I got out of bed and made us some egg noodles, brought them to her bedside, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

That evening, Lao Xin didn't come back either. I found his luggage was gone, and realized he had also left the county.

Before school started, I made love to Jieyu every day, and she didn't object anymore. Considering that school was about to start and things would get more formal, she always let me have my way. We developed several new positions, and her masochistic tendencies began to become a habit. Almost every time she orgasmed, she wanted me to penetrate her anus.

Two months later, Jieyu's period didn't come, and she increasingly craved sour things. She would finish a jar of bayberries in no time, and she always picked unripe fruit when buying fruit. Then she started vomiting incessantly—she was pregnant! That night in the study, because we had been apart for so long, we hurriedly forgot to use a condom, and she got pregnant with my child. No matter how strong my words were, I was still a teenager, and our plans were disrupted. Jieyu didn't want to abort the child, saying she was already an older mother and it would be difficult to conceive again if she did, and she didn't want to distract me; she would find a way herself.

She went to see Lao Xin alone, and later learned that Lao Xin had discovered Jieyu and my affair that night when he woke up from a hangover and drank water, but he left without saying a word. Partly out of gratitude to my father, and partly because of his loss of sexual function, he wanted to accept the child, but he wanted Jieyu to promise that even if she left him with me in the future, the child would stay with him. Jieyu didn't tell me the details of her conversation with him, afraid of disturbing my studies; she just gave me a brief overview to reassure me. The neighbors and colleagues all assumed it was Lao Xin's child, so no one gossiped.

For the sake of our child's healthy development, we stopped having sex. Whenever I felt sexually aroused, she would perform oral sex to help me ejaculate. Jieyu's figure changed as the fetus grew; her face became covered with adorable butterfly-shaped spots, her belly grew bigger every day, her breasts enlarged, her pink areolas began to darken, her legs started to swell, and her delicate little feet became much more swollen, with prominent veins on the tops of her feet. My only worry was her frequent leg cramps. I accompanied her to the gynecologist several times; the doctor said it was normal, just that pregnant women are sometimes calcium deficient and need to exercise more.

Every evening, I would take a book, recite texts, and walk with her. At night, I would often wake up to cover her with a blanket and massage her legs. Jieyu would often act coquettishly towards me, asking me to do this and that. Although studying was tiring, I obeyed without complaint, after all, it was for the two people I loved.

July arrived in the blink of an eye, and the college entrance examination was just two days away. Jieyu prepared all my exam supplies for me. The meticulous woman sharpened my pencils, filled my fountain pen with ink, and tucked my admission ticket into a compartment. She even wrote "Fudan University" on my stationery box. Based on my grades, I was confident I would pass with flying colors, so I felt no pressure facing the exam. Instead, I relaxed, threw away all my books, and let my body unwind.

After playing soccer with my classmates all day, I took a shower when I got home and lay down on the bamboo bed in the yard to cool off. Jieyu came over and squeezed in next to me. I fanned her, talked to her, and occasionally stroked her belly, listening to the baby's playful movements inside.

"It's been over five months, I wonder how far along it is? I wonder if it's a boy or a girl."

"If it's a boy, I won't have any more. If it's a girl, I'll have another one. You're an only child, your mom will definitely be unhappy if you don't have a boy."

"What's wrong with you? Boys and girls are the same! You're still a child yourself, and you'll be a father soon!"

"I'll raise two sons together.

" "Trying to take advantage of me? You're asking for it!"

"No, don't tickle me, it's so itchy!" The two were playing on the bed when I made an unforgivable mistake. I slipped my hand inside her panties, caressing her vulva, my palm lightly rubbing her nipples. Her nipples were erect and hard, oozing a little white fluid. Jieyu's lower body involuntarily contracted twice, and fluid flowed from her labia. My fingers slid incessantly inside her vulva, making a squelching sound.

"No..." Actually, Jieyu hadn't had sex in a long time, and her vulva longed for the arrival of my penis. Her moist, hot lower body slowly opened and bloomed like flower petals.

"Look how wet you are, still being stubborn."

"Then go slow, don't hurt the baby," Jieyu saw my impatient look and didn't insist anymore. She lay on her side on the bamboo bed, sticking her butt out so I could insert myself from the side. It had been about three months since I last entered her, and I felt her vagina tighten up again.

At first, I could control the rhythm, slowly going in and out. I watched my big glans push open her slippery, flushed petals again and again, inch by inch, and my desire burned little by little. Each time I went deep inside, I could feel something as if it was blocking me.

I slightly increased the frequency but reduced the depth to avoid touching her uterus. "Good girl, your father has come to see you," Jieyu said, rubbing her lower abdomen and closing her eyes in enjoyment. Her vagina tightly gripped my piston-like penis. As my desire swelled, my speed increased. Jieyu's flushed face was covered in sweat. Suddenly, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she gasped for breath. Her lower body began to contract violently, and her knees trembled uncontrollably. Forgetting that she was pregnant, she arched her back and raised her buttocks to meet my thrusts, moaning softly. Her vagina and uterus began to contract desperately, clamping down on my penis to immobilize it.

With the penetration, I ejaculated as I thrust all the way in. Jieyu and I reached pleasure together. A pregnant woman's libido may be much higher than normal, and her vaginal fluids flowed more than usual. After satisfaction, she lay on top of me and kissed me. "Honey, go to sleep early. Tomorrow we'll be going to the battlefield." I held her and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I slept terribly last night, had a nightmare, and couldn't wake up. The morning sun finally woke me. I looked down and saw Jieyu wasn't beside me. I checked my watch; it was already 7:15. I quickly got out of bed and dressed. Being late for the 8:00 exam was terrible—and this wasn't just any ordinary test!

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and then my head exploded. Jieyu was lying on the bathroom floor, pale, blood streaming from between her legs.

I quickly grabbed my coat and put it on her, then scooped her up and ran out the door. When people are in a frenzy, their strength is boundless. A fifteen-minute walk was covered in ten minutes while I was carrying her. Passersby stopped and stared at us. When we arrived at the hospital and she was taken to the emergency room, I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed onto a waiting chair, only to realize I couldn't lift my arms. I

sat there, my mind blank. If it weren't for my foolish actions last night, how could I have made such a terrible mistake? What would I do if something happened to Jieyu? The door slammed open. The child was in danger, and the adult was in danger too. "Who are you to her? Quickly call the adult to come and pay for the blood transfusion!" I suddenly saw my mother's classmate, Dr. Qin, the head of the gynecology department. I grabbed her hand and pleaded for help, as if I had found a lifeline. Dr. Qin

immediately told the on-duty doctor to go to the blood bank to get blood, and told them she would pay for the medication. She changed her clothes and ran into the emergency room. The blood bank was running low on type B blood, only 400cc short. Luckily, my blood type was the same as Jieyu's, so I quickly lay down on the bed to receive the transfusion. More than two hours later, Dr. Qin came out. Jieyu had finally been saved. I sat by the bedside, looking at the unconscious Jieyu, tears streaming down my face. I kept hitting my face, tightly holding her pale little hand, and calling out to her. Jieyu opened her eyes, looked at me, and then fainted again. Seeing that she was alright, I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My body was also very weak from the transfusion. Overjoyed, I also fainted by the bedside.

Our principal discovered I hadn't gone to the exam hall and immediately called my parents. My mother rushed back and searched everywhere for me. A neighbor told me I'd run to the hospital that morning, covered in blood, carrying her. When my mother arrived at the hospital, she saw me unconscious beside Jieyu's bed, holding her small hand. Her face immediately paled. She arranged for a doctor to give me an IV. When we both regained consciousness, my mother and Aunt Qin were standing nearby. My mother called me out in a tone I'd never heard before. I stood nervously at the door, vaguely listening.

Aunt Qin told Jieyu that the baby was gone, it was a boy, and she could never get pregnant again. Jieyu wailed. After a while, Jieyu calmed down, and Aunt Qin came out. My mother was inside talking to Jieyu, I couldn't hear what they were saying. After a long wait, my mother came out and slapped me. My parents had never hit me before; even when they lost their betrothal watch, they only said a few words. This time, they actually hit me, which showed how serious the situation was. She ordered me to take the exam that afternoon and summoned my aunt to serve Jieyu.

Sitting in the classroom, I had no heart to continue the exam. Everything had become an illusion, all my dreams shattered, and I was the culprit. After the three-day exam, I rushed to the hospital. Jieyu was leaning against the headboard with a blank stare. When she saw me, her eyes lit up but then dimmed again, and she cried like a child who had done something wrong. My tears also flowed uncontrollably. My mother didn't say a word to me. She just left the money for the medicine and left.

The days that followed were pure torture for us. When the cutoff scores came out, the results were predictable; it was no wonder we didn't do well.

My parents insisted on taking me back to the region to repeat my studies, and Lao Xin also wanted to wait for Jieyu to recover so he could take her back to Shanghai, but we both refused. Jieyu remained mentally unstable, and my mother, fearing she might commit suicide, didn't force me to leave the county town, but cut off all my financial support. For three months, I delivered coal briquettes and worked as a fishmonger, barely managing to support myself. But how could I achieve my dreams like this? With my comfort and care, Jieyu improved considerably and was able to go back to work.

Every night when I returned home, she would stroke my tanned face, my rough palms, and my strong muscles, tears streaming down her face. She told me about her conversation with my mother. It turned out my mother was truly loving; even if I really married Jieyu, my mother wouldn't object. She and my father had stayed together for ten years during the Cultural Revolution before marrying, knowing that true love was unshakable. But she hated Jieyu, saying she shouldn't have made love to me that night, ruining my future, and that we would never have children. She wondered if I would still hold onto this love when Jieyu went through menopause.

My mother's words had likely taken root in Jieyu's heart. No amount of comforting was any use. I knew Jieyu still loved me, but the issue of not having children troubled her, and she always felt guilty towards me. I was tired of studying. Every time I saw the test questions on the blank paper, it was like seeing my unborn son lying on the white hospital floor. Where was my future? I decided to enlist in the army, take the military academy entrance exam, and leave this place. Even if I didn't pass, I could come back and get a job and marry Jieyu. Jieyu agreed with my point of view, and surprisingly, my parents didn't object either.

So, I went through the whole process of registration, physical examination, and political review, and I passed. However, my father deserved most of the credit. Although he didn't personally intervene, his subordinates naturally gave him the green light, and besides, I met all the requirements; no one dared to take my place.

After receiving the notification, Jieyu and I were inseparable. She took a long leave to be with me, and my parents didn't say anything. They believed that the best thing was to let time make me realize the truth. Jieyu and I went for walks in the mountains north of the county town every day. It was peaceful there, and no one bothered us. We would snuggle together, gazing at the distant scenery, sometimes sitting there all day. We carved each other's names on our wrists, then burned the characters with cigarette butts, a way of saying we were forever intertwined.

After the accident, Jieyu returned to her cold self. Except during lovemaking, she rarely smiled when she went out during the day, and even her smiles when she smiled with me were so desolate. She said she would freeze her heart and wait for me to come back to thaw it.

The night before I enlisted, we made love all night long, both of us silently. As it was almost time to get dressed, I got up to get dressed, and she hugged me from behind, clinging to me like a vine, pulling me down onto the bed. She kissed my entire body, sucked my penis until it was hard, and inserted her hand into her vagina, frantically moving up and down, calling my name, completely oblivious to the neighbors. She bit her finger and put it in my mouth; I knew what she meant, so I swallowed it. Finally, she spread her legs and shaved her pubic hair with a razor, then told me to tattoo my name on it with a needle.

When it was time, my father's driver came to take me to the People's Armed Forces Department. Jieyu shoved me out, locked the door tightly, and I could only hear her crying inside. I also left heartlessly. The special train departed at midnight. The train station was brightly lit, filled with families seeing me off. Standing next to my mother was a beautiful girl, Xiao Rui, the daughter of my father's friend. She was studying at the provincial police academy. We used to play house together a lot when we were little. Later, Uncle Xiao was transferred to the provincial capital, and she went with him. Now she's all grown up. I knew my parents' intentions; this was probably the daughter-in-law they had chosen. I gave a brief greeting and returned to the queue to board the train.

As the wheels slowly turned, a wave of guilt washed over me. My mother ran and waved to me, crying, her hair now much whiter. I had shattered their dreams. The train whistled as it pulled out of the station. At the end of the platform, I saw Jieyu standing in the shadows. Before I could call out to her, I was already far, far away from her. (From

an online article titled "My Sexual History 02",
published on February 23, 2018, by 69love69, with 1758 views
) (Part Two: Sexual Life in the Military)

Late at night, the train sped across the plains, taking us further and further from home, and the melancholy gradually faded. After all, we were all young, and soon curiosity overwhelmed our homesickness. We introduced ourselves and got to know each other. There were a hundred of us soldiers; thirty were from the city, and the rest were from the countryside. The rural kids, going on their first long journey, were more reserved and quiet, mostly remaining silent. The city kids were much more lively, chatting animatedly, and sharing the gifts their families had given them.

I opened my mother's package; inside were my favorite smoked fish and fruit, along with a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes. I took out all the food, along with two packs of cigarettes. I got up and put the rest into my luggage, which Jieyu had packed that morning. Her clothes were neatly folded, and next to her were a pack of Kent and a pack of 555 cigarettes. In a hidden compartment were a thousand yuan and a red sachet. Curious, I opened it and found a large lock of her hair inside. Apparently, she had cut off her own hair while I was washing up and getting ready to leave that morning. No wonder she wouldn't let me see her again when we parted.

Jiang Tao was also in the same unit as me. His father wanted him to be discharged after three years and assigned to work at the Industry and Commerce Bureau. Several of my high school classmates were also around us, talking. I spoke indifferently, my eyes peering through the train window at the faint lights on the dark ground. I guessed my family and Jieyu were spending this sleepless night with a mix of emotions, just like me.

The military train was fast, but the waiting time was long; the 800-mile journey took three days and three nights to reach our destination. After getting off the train, we rode in five PLA vehicles for another bumpy hour before finally arriving at the unit. I was assigned to the third squad, first platoon, first company of recruits. Anyone who's served in the military knows that recruit training is the toughest three months of military life. First, it's the transition from civilian to soldier; everything is so unfamiliar. You have to complete all your daily tasks on your own, and if you don't do your job well enough, the veterans will scold you.

Second, there's the physical exhaustion and mental stress. Every morning, we had to get up before dawn for morning exercises, then quickly wash up with ice-cold water and start cleaning our quarters. After breakfast, there was drill training, and the afternoon was the same. In the evening, there was political study. The days were so simple and monotonous, without any variation. At night, there were also terrifying emergency drills. Just when our bodies were recovering from a long day's exhaustion, a whistle blew, and we had eight minutes to get dressed in the dark, pack our bags, and assemble. At first, everyone made a fool of themselves; some wore their pants backwards, some buttoned their shirts wrong, and some were forgetful. But gradually, everyone was trained to be organized and methodical.

The food in basic training was terrible; it was mostly cabbage and radishes, with hardly any meat. Occasionally, a chicken carcass would be cooked, and ten of us would huddle around the dish, fighting and scrambling for it. Under these conditions, I quickly lost weight, almost like someone who had undergone fat reduction; my biceps, deltoids, and other muscles became clearly defined, and my body became much stronger.

In these monotonous days, even writing letters was just a quick, brief report before I hurriedly put down my pen.

Three months of basic training ended, and we became real soldiers. All the new recruits stood on the parade ground, waiting for the leaders of each unit to draw lots. I was assigned to the motor transport company, while Jiang Tao was assigned to the logistics department. The platoon leader took us to our company, where the company commander first gave us a tough start: two hundred push-ups each, followed by a 5-kilometer cross-country run. Whoever returned first would be assigned to a squad and get some rest. I was fortunate enough to be assigned to the first squad, and the squad leader, Guo Maozhuang, was from my hometown. He put me in the lower bunk and told me to visit other companies and see my fellow townsmen.

I spent three months in this unit, and aside from morning exercises and drills on the parade ground, I hadn't seen the whole place yet. A fellow villager from my company and I wandered around; the unit's environment was absolutely beautiful, nestled in a small mountain in Zhejiang, surrounded by mountains on three sides. Although it was early spring, the mountains were already lush and green, whereas back home it would still be the dead of winter.

After a day's rest at my unit, we started driving training. Learning to drive in the army was quite interesting—holding a basin in one hand and imagining gears in the other, plus theoretical study in the evenings. But practical driving was a different story. The old Jiefang trucks were difficult to drive, the training vehicles were quite dilapidated, and the instructors set up so many malfunctions that the engine would often stall due to fuel shortages, requiring us to use the joystick to restart it. Because I was from my own company, the squad leaders in the driving training team took good care of us. My squad leader was my mentor, often giving me extra lessons. Plus, I had fun driving my dad's company's Shanghai sedan before, so I quickly mastered the skills. Every time we did road driving, the squad leaders would boast and ask me to be their assistant instructor. Although it was tough, it honed my skills to perfection.

After the motor transport training ended, I was promoted to deputy squad leader. Every day, I drove the service team to nearby towns to buy groceries. I was constantly on the road, and it was quite lucrative. The quartermasters of each company often had personal errands and would ask me to wait for them. Every day, my pockets were full of cigarettes, which my squad leader and I would split. He was daring and often sold oil to the local people around the military base, so we were never short of money. When we went out, we dressed in civilian clothes, looking like playboys. In the late 1980s, Zhejiang wasn't very wealthy. Girls from the area around the military base liked to hitch a ride with us when they went to the county town for the market. Not only did they not charge us, but we were all young, and we would chat and laugh together until we reached our destination quickly, without feeling lonely.

After we got into a regular job, we had much more free time. My squad leader and I often climbed over the wall to go out and have fun. He had an ambiguous relationship with a girl named Caiyun who worked at a barbershop outside. Caiyun was only in her early twenties, but she was already quite experienced in sex. It was my squad leader's squad leader who took her virginity. My squad leader wanted to introduce me to her so that the revolutionary flame could be passed on forever. I had sex with Caiyun once, but it wasn't very interesting. The gear was so loose I could practically insert my head. She seemed to be a promiscuous woman; I wondered how many men in the entire regiment had slept with her. The squad leader treated her like a treasure. I got bored with my rough treatment and started penetrating her anus. Luckily, it wasn't too loose. Seeing her anus, covered in feces and bleeding from my penetration, I ended the game while cursing her. Later, rumors spread in the company that I was a pervert, probably from this girl. She was a little scared whenever she saw me, and I didn't want to touch her again.

The following spring, I wanted to take the military academy entrance exam, so I contacted an officer from my hometown in the regiment. We were in an anti-aircraft artillery regiment, and the military region was changing equipment, issuing a batch of Type 80 57mm self-propelled anti-aircraft guns. I knew the future belonged to tanks, and only by learning this skill could I have a future. So I went to learn tank driving. Having driving experience, learning tank driving was naturally effortless, and I passed the first-level tank driver exam that year.

Jieyu rarely wrote, and when she did, her tone seemed unpleasant; she always seemed to want to break up with me. For some reason, my heart was in turmoil, and I decided to take leave. After finishing my training exams, I asked my company commander for permission to go home, and he granted me twenty days.

Back home, I went straight to Jieyu's house. When I opened the door, a stylishly dressed man, looking a few years younger than Jieyu, was sitting inside, his arm around her shoulder as he spoke. Jieyu was startled to see me, quickly got up to greet me, hesitated for a moment, then pulled him close, linking her arm with his. My head felt heavy; the gift in my hand fell to the ground, tears streamed down my face, and my ears rang. I couldn't hear anything Jieyu was saying.

I rushed home, drank a pound of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep. My mother, having received my call about leaving home, rushed back from the region. Seeing my condition, she hugged my head and comforted me. “Child, she’s changed her mind. Mom will introduce you to a good girl. Our son is so handsome, why worry about not having a girlfriend?” That night, I still couldn’t give up. I wandered around her neighborhood and saw Jieyu looking haggard, arm in arm with that man, going to buy steamed buns. My heart truly died, and I felt utterly hopeless. The next day, I returned to the region with my mother. A few days later, my mother brought Xiao Rui over to

spend time with me, hoping she could keep me company and cheer me up. Xiao Rui and I grew up together. In my memory, she was a gentle, tearful little girl. I often bullied her when we were young, and she would defend me when my mother scolded me. Now she’s a beautiful young woman, and she looks even more dashing in her police uniform. She took a week off to keep me company. We were both young, so we got along well and had many things to talk about, which gradually eased my depression.

Driven by revenge against Jieyu, our relationship progressed rapidly in less than twenty days. Although I was only twenty, I was already quite skilled in sex, while Xiaorui was still a virgin. She was captivated by my kisses and I deflowered her. (Because she was my wife, and I owed her so much over the years, I always deeply loved and respected her; I won't go into details.) On the night before my departure, my parents held an engagement ceremony for us at the best hotel in the city. Xiaorui's parents also came. My future in-laws were very fond of me, and hearty laughter frequently filled the banquet. I recalled that wedding night a few years ago, and my mood sombered. Xiaorui thought I wasn't feeling well and urged everyone to end the ceremony. Her father smiled happily:

"A daughter is no longer under her mother's control when she grows up; she's already worried about her before she even leaves the house." And so, I became Xiao's son-in-law.

Back at the army base, thinking about it all felt like a dream. Every time I thought about throwing away the sachet containing Jieyu's hair, I couldn't bear to part with it and kept it hidden away.

By my third year, I was already a veteran. Since Xiaorui's parents only had one daughter, they didn't want me to go to military academy. They hoped I would retire so they could arrange a good job for me while they were still in office and I could transfer to civilian life. I had no choice but to give up on my plans in the military. Lacking ambition, I started to drift along. I was transferred back to the motor transport company,

where I spent my days leading new recruits around aimlessly. A new house had been built over the wall near the garage, and a small shop had opened there. We started hanging around there. The proprietress was a pretty young woman who always smiled at us when we came by. We'd chat with her casually, occasionally cracking dirty jokes. Over time, I learned everything about her family.

Honestly, I've always admired the people of Zhejiang. They're hardworking, not fussy about food and drink, unlike the lazy people here. That's why they were able to leap to the forefront of the national economy after the reform and opening up. Take Zhang Wanping's husband, for example. His family was very wealthy; they built a three-story house in 1988 with blue glass walls. He still got up at 3 a.m. every night to drive a tractor up the mountain to quarry stones, returning at 4 p.m., quickly washing up, eating, and going to sleep. He was as thin as a monkey, but his days were never boring. Soon after they got married, they opened a small shop for Zhang Wanping to manage.

The military repeatedly forbade couples to date in the garrison area, but it was still rampant. All the young men who joined the army had passed the physical exam; they were healthy and had sweet talk, so the local girls all liked them. Zhang Wanping's family wasn't poor; they ran a tea plantation. But being young and inexperienced, she seemed quite naive. Whenever he talked about the scenery and fun things from his training camp, her eyes would light up with longing.

The shop had a VCR at the time, playing pornography every day to attract business, and the young soldiers would gather in droves.

Because I was more knowledgeable and generous, and tall and strong, Zhang Wanping liked me to sit in the inner room and chat with her to relieve her boredom. Occasionally, I would watch the shop for her convenience. Over time, we became a little clingy, touching and pinching each other, but never crossing the line.

Spring arrived, and the rain fell incessantly during the Qingming Festival, Zhejiang no exception. On nights when I was on guard duty, I could hear the constant crackling of raindrops, and overnight, the bamboo shoots had grown very tall. On Friday, the day of the vehicle depot, I instructed the soldiers in my platoon to clean up and arrange their work, then ran to the wall and jumped over it. It had rained the day before yesterday, and the air smelled wonderfully fresh. I whistled as I arrived at her little shop. "Quick, let me take over! I'm bursting to pee! And you're still whistling? You're going to die!" I had just gone in when she darted into the bathroom like a rabbit. The door wasn't closed properly, and I could hear the gurgling water inside. My penis got a little aroused, and I really wanted to rush in, but then I thought about the unimaginable consequences and decided to behave myself. Zhang Wanping came out, pulling up her pants.

"Anything alright today?"

"Yeah."

"Want to come dig bamboo shoots with me?

" "Sure, but what about the shop?"

"Close it. The bamboo shoots on the mountain will get too old if we don't dig them soon."

"Should I call two people for you? Aren't you afraid I'll rape you, you pervert?"

"You want to rape me? Come on!" She said, quickly lifting her clothes and then putting them down again, laughing mischievously.

"Really? No need. Your mountain is huge."

"It's okay, just the two of us can dig slowly. Anyway, you're free." I thought to myself, "Yeah, why call anyone? Am I an idiot?"

I rode my bicycle with her, flirting all the way. When we got to the mountain, the bamboo shoots had grown really tall. If we didn't dig them soon, they'd get too old. I worked hard, and the two baskets were quickly full. I asked her to take them back and bring some water.

While she rode her bike back and forth, I dug up a whole bunch more. I sat down to rest, and then I heard a whoosh. I grabbed my hoe and smashed it down. A local specialty—a bamboo viper—was caught at about seven inches. Its body was wrapped around the hoe handle; I didn't dare let go—it would bite me! So I grabbed the hoe again and chopped off its head. Thinking I'd play a joke on her, I hid the snake. In the distance, I heard her clear singing voice, growing closer with each step she took. I saw her change into a blue dress with white flowers. The sleeves of her blue blouse fluttered on her fair arms, and her trousers only reached below her knees. The dress was a little shrunk, revealing her curves. Her small breasts stood erect like peaches, and the curves from her waist to her full hips were incredibly alluring. Her pubic area was rounded like a small bun, and her fair feet were barefoot, wearing only cloth shoes. Through the thin fabric, I could vaguely see her white thong.

I hadn't released my pent-up desire for six months, and my eyes widened at the sight. She became shy under my gaze, lowering her head and not daring to look at me. She snapped out of her daze and started making plans in her mind. After working for a while longer, I took off my training uniform. My strong muscles trembled with each movement, and beads of sweat slid down my dark skin, soaking my pants. "You've changed your clothes, what am I supposed to do?" "If you're hot, just take them off." I took off my pants too, and this time her eyes widened. With each movement, my testicles swayed, and as I bent over, the glans peeked out from the seam of my pants. I'd seen her husband's before; they were pitifully small. Wanping had never seen one so big before. She looked at me curiously, her face flushed.

"Ouch!" I stumbled to the ground, took the snake I'd hidden on the floor, stuffed it into my pants leg, pretended to have been bitten, and threw the snake far away. She saw it was a snake and pounced on me in fright. "Where did it bite you? Don't move, let me see!" she said, quickly pulling out Ji Desheng snake medicine from her bag and putting it in my mouth. Then she squatted down and pulled down my pants. My glans was swollen and red from congestion, and with the snake blood, the wound was barely visible.

"This, this is it," I pointed to the coronal sulcus of my glans. She hesitated for a moment, then took my glans into her mouth and sucked on it, her small mouth filled to the brim with the swollen glans. She sucked and spat at the same time, while gripping the base of my penis with her hand and stroking it upwards. My glans felt a tremendous suction. Having not ejaculated for a long time, I could no longer hold back my ejaculation. I pressed her head down and ejaculated. Hot semen filled her mouth and poured into her throat, making her cough and spit it out.

"Don't spit it out, it's nutritious," I said with a wicked grin.

"You're so bad, I was scared to death, playing such a joke," Wanping said angrily, wiping the semen from the corner of her mouth and spitting it out repeatedly.

"Do you often give your husband oral sex? Your technique is quite good." Seeing that she was only angry at my prank, but not angry at me for ejaculating into her mouth, I figured I had a chance, so I started to tease her.

"Your husband's so small, he probably doesn't get as much satisfaction sucking as me," she said, still angry and ignoring me, squatting on the ground packing bamboo shoots into a basket. Strike while the iron is hot, I walked over and squatted down beside her.

"Wanping, actually, I've liked you for a long time. I just wanted to joke with you, but who knew you'd be so quick? Seeing how anxious you are, I feel so lucky. I'm sorry, if you're still angry, you can hit me." Many friends believe that a large penis and long duration are enough to bring a woman to orgasm, but this view is wrong. A woman's fatal weakness is her heart, and this is precisely what most people overlook. You must develop their hidden lust to achieve truly satisfying intercourse; this is the charm of language.

I took her hand and gently pounded my firm chest, feigning pain. She laughed at my coaxing. Watching her breasts sway gently, my penis hardened again, pressing against her thigh. I then grabbed her other hand and placed it on top of her. She looked down, blushing, her heart filled with desire. She relaxed her fist from pounding her chest, caressing it. Her large eyes, beneath long eyelashes, narrowed slightly, her lips parted a little, releasing a fragrant, intoxicating breath onto my face. Her small nose twitched, adorned with a few pretty freckles.

The sight and smell simultaneously assaulted my senses. I kissed her, lightly touching and separating, then touching again, using my tongue to pry open her tightly clenched teeth, exploring her mouth, moving slowly and then faster, my lips capturing her lower lip. I pulled off her clothes with both hands.

I picked her up and placed her on top of her training uniform. Gently, I reached under Wanping's buttocks and lifted her body, then pulled her white panties down from her waist to reveal her snow-white buttocks. Her body was completely naked; her smooth, white skin and graceful curves amazed me. I reached behind her and skillfully unhooked her bra. Her alluring small breasts trembled slightly as they bounced out, displaying the voluptuousness of a young woman. I placed my hands on her breasts, covering them completely. I felt a slight tremor in my palms and began to massage them clockwise. Faint pubic hair covered her mons pubis.

Her legs were unable to close properly because I had inserted one of my legs into hers. Her tender pink labia were slightly parted, and my fingers found them already somewhat wet. I wanted her to experience the true taste of sex, to become my devoted lover, so that I could pass this boring final year. I inserted my middle finger; it felt very tight. I added my index finger, stretching her vagina slowly.

"It hurts, it hurts a little, it feels like it's splitting open." I ignored her and mounted her in a 69 position. My penis entered her mouth and began to move, my fingers also starting to work, my tongue lightly teasing her clitoris. Her clitoris was large and bounced up at the slightest touch. I first gently licked around it, then increased the speed, and finally pulled it outward with my lips. "Itchy...it's so itchy!" she cried out, her vaginal fluids beginning to gush out, her legs clamping together.

After all, we were in the wild, so we couldn't stay long; the first time had to be done carefully. I turned and knelt between her legs, took off her cloth shoes, held her two clean white feet, spread her legs, and used the head of my penis to rub against her vulva a few times to lubricate it with her vaginal fluids before thrusting in with my hips. As my scrotum slapped against her vulva, it made a series of slapping sounds, louder in the quiet bamboo forest, the scattered bamboo leaves on the ground rustling along with the thrusting. Ah...ah...she began to moan wildly.

“Call me husband.” “No…” I paused, waiting.

“Husband…” she writhed anxiously.

“Is your husband better than me?” “No…no…as…you…are better.” Her whole body tensed, her vagina gushing like a spring; she was probably close to orgasm. I increased the frequency of my thrusts, lifted her legs with my shoulders, and supported her slender waist with my hands, forcefully pushing my penis to its deepest point, thrusting hard, and then a gush of hot fluid shot out. “Don’t ejaculate inside!” I didn’t care about that; I pressed against her vulva and forcefully poured it in.

Anyway, she didn’t have children; if she got pregnant, someone would pay for it. After ejaculating, I didn’t rush to pull out, waiting for the semen to slowly drain away, pinching her nipples and sucking her toes. Her vagina also gushed forth clear fluid, drenching my glans.

On the way back, she sat in the back, not saying a word. I didn’t have much to say either. To be honest, it was just for release, and there was no real feeling involved; the scene was very awkward. When I arrived at her house, I greeted her and returned to my unit.

For several days, the unit was busy preparing for an exercise in Yiyang, Jiangxi next month. As the squad leader of the motor transport company, I was incredibly busy, driving around every day to transport supplies. I don't like to procrastinate, so I would work all day long, even sleeping in the driver's seat. After a week of hard work, we finally finished the mission ahead of schedule, and the regimental commander specifically praised our company at the regimental meeting. The company commander was very happy and granted me a day off to rest. I woke up at ten o'clock, and seeing everyone else busy, I felt it wouldn't be good to just sit idly by, so I went outside.

As soon as I entered the small shop, I noticed Wanping looked very unhappy and ignored me when I spoke to her. Since the unit was bustling with activity, there were only the two of us in the shop. Feeling bored, I got up to leave. "Stop!" "Have you been dead these past few days? I called your squad and you didn't come!" "Do you think I'm cheap, that I'm boring after you've had your fun?" she berated me relentlessly. Then I remembered that one night a new recruit in my class told me Wanping had something for me, but I was too sleepy and forgot. I grinned and explained to her, and seeing how tired I looked, she forgave me. She pulled a casual suit jacket from the closet and gave it to me. "I bought it in the county town, try it on."

"It fits perfectly, you have good taste."

"By the way, hasn't your husband noticed anything lately?" That day on the mountain, I'd left her covered in red welts from sucking on her. "What does he notice about me? I'm like a dead person every day."

"It's all your fault. I get itchy down there when I think of you at night, and he won't move when I call him."

"Look, I need to pee." Without closing the door, she pulled down her pants and squatted on the toilet, peeing. I rushed in and closed the door. "I missed you so much, you slut!" "If there are people outside, we'll die!" Haha, she didn't even care about the goods, only about the person. "It's okay, just leave if you hear me. I miss your little cunt too, don't pull up your pants." I pushed her hands away from her clothes, pressed her against the toilet, and, supporting her waist, aimed at her vagina and thrust in. It was wet with urine, which served as lubricant.

My penis parted her labia and eagerly plunged in. Although the outside was moist with urine, it was still a bit dry inside. "Ouch," she gasped softly. A pubic hair had been squeezed in. I tried to pull out, but she grabbed my buttocks. "Don't pull it out, it'll be fine in a bit." This little girl was also aroused. Her feet, clad in white stockings, parted in an "M" shape between her thighs, revealing her labia and anus. I caressed her anus, massaging it with my fingers. She felt pleasure but was also shy. "No! No, it's embarrassing."

"Why isn't it wet yet? So slow." She vigorously stroked her wet clitoris, the kneading releasing her desire. Sticky love fluid secreted from her vagina. I felt the warm love fluid moistening my glans and penis, and began to slowly thrust in and out, gently withdrawing my penis to the vaginal opening and then gently pushing it back in. My penis rubbed against her inner walls, sending a tingling sensation through her entire body, from top to bottom, even her toes. The fingers invading her anus fidgeted restlessly, bringing strange sensations. She wished she had more hands to caress her breasts, cheeks, and clitoris at the same time.

I began thrusting with all my might, the sounds of our bodies pounding stimulating us both. Her orgasm began, and I abruptly pulled my penis out. She tried to grab it and push it back in, her buttocks swaying back and forth, searching for my penis. I sat on the toilet, using the opportunity to control my urge to ejaculate. She hurriedly straddled my lap, spreading her legs wide and gripping them tightly with her hands, sitting down. The fluid seeping from her labia greedily devoured my penis. Just as she was experiencing ecstasy, footsteps came from the doorway. "Is anyone home, ma'am? I'd like to buy a pack of cigarettes." It was probably a passing driver. I slightly stopped thrusting, pinching her nipple. "Ah..." A moan escaped from her covered mouth. "I...I'm...inside, I have something to do. You can get it yourself."

I suddenly thrust upwards, my right hand reaching down to her genitals, vigorously rubbing her clitoris. She wanted to scream but dared not, desperately covering her mouth, the shame of the affair numbing her limbs. As her footsteps faded into the distance, she let go of my hand and cried out, collapsing onto me. Since it was an affair, it was best to end it quickly. We got dressed and sat outside. I slipped my hand inside her panties from behind, my thumb into her anus and my middle finger into her vagina. From the outside, we looked like we were sitting side-by-side, but I was actually ravaging her genitals. Whenever someone came to buy something, I would thrust harder. She kept giving me resentful looks, but I pretended not to notice and continued my assault. She ejaculated several times that morning, her underwear sticky and unsightly.

At lunchtime at the company, she washed her hands over ten times, but they still smelled fishy and foul.

These past few days it's been our squad's turn to stand night guard. Each shift is two hours, so I let the new recruits sleep first, and we stand one-on-one for an hour. I'd whistle from the wall, and she'd come running out in a bit. I'd pull her in, and our semen would be everywhere—in the driver's cab, on the truck bed. Later, she stopped wearing underwear, saying it was a waste of time. Watching my innocent little wife turn into a slut filled me with even more smugness, because I wanted to get revenge on them, revenge on Jieyu.

In a few days we'd be going to the exercise. Before the exercise, it's a high level of combat readiness; nobody's allowed to leave. I planned to say goodbye to her, and just as I jumped down from the wall, I saw Wanping's younger sister and greeted her. She asked me to tell her sister I'd come see her later, and I agreed.

Today Wanping was wearing a black silk dress, and what was underneath was clearly visible. She said that now, whenever I whistled, her lower body would get wet, so I deliberately whistled, and Wanping went limp like a snake with broken bones, collapsing into my arms. Holding her, I naturally started to touch her, telling her I wouldn't be able to leave tomorrow, probably for more than a month. Her eyes immediately reddened. Seeing her like this, I hesitated, wondering whether to carry out my plan. But lust overcame reason and emotion. She closed the door and took me home.

As soon as we entered, I pinned her against the door and kissed her. Wanping responded by wrapping her arms around my neck. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties; she was already wet. I casually inserted a cucumber into her underwear. She wanted to take me to the guest room, but I ignored her, picked her up, and carried her upstairs to their bedroom. It was my first time in her bedroom. I looked around curiously. The decor was decent, but some of the furnishings seemed tacky. Their wedding photo hung above the Simmons bed; her husband looked much better then, much fairer than he does now. Wanping begged me not to leave her bedroom. She already felt incredibly guilty about betraying her husband; this would only make her feel worse. I pretended not to hear, took off my clothes and lay on the bed, telling her in a harsh tone to undress completely. "Not here, please spare me."

"Take it off quickly," I deliberately shook my penis, pulled out her cucumber, and ate it bit by bit. "You just bully me..." She helplessly took off her skirt and climbed onto the bed, pulling a blanket over herself, trying to hide the shame of betrayal. I crawled under the covers and slowly played with her sensitive spots. The intense itching gradually made her lose her mind. She kicked the blanket off with her legs and tried to grab my head and pull me up so I could penetrate her. I still slowly sucked on her clitoris. Only when she started to scream did I straighten up and thrust into her. The intense stimulation made her breathe heavily, her breasts heaving, her legs clamping around my waist, and she kept hitting my back. "Your husband is watching you. You're so slutty, he doesn't know yet."

"I'm fucking your wife, why don't you join in?" The insulting words brought tears of pain to her eyes, but the pleasure in her lower body was bursting and swelling.

"So wanton even in front of her husband," I thought, looking down at my penis as it slid in and out of her parted labia, bringing out spurts of white fluid. I was about to ejaculate. The sound of high heels came from outside the door, followed by a gasp. Without turning around, I knew it was her sister; this was part of my plan, but I hadn't expected her to arrive so quickly. Wanqin stood there, covering her face, peeking shyly through her fingers. I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, starting to strip her clothes off. Wanqin curled up like a lamb as she was stripped naked, her hands covering her chest. Wanping tried to pull me away, but I pushed her away and yelled at her, "Let her tell everyone! We'll all be in trouble! Hold her down!" Wanping was startled and instinctively obeyed my command, holding her sister's hands. I leaned down and said to Wanqin, "If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll let you go." Before Wanqin could answer, I kissed her.

Actually, my penis was already pressed against her labia; I didn't even wait for her to become wet before thrusting inside. I had assumed Wanqin was a virgin and prepared myself for a vigorous assault, but to my surprise, I penetrated her all the way in one go. I immediately lost interest, pulled out, and thrust into Wanping, pumping wildly. Wanping, having sex with a man in front of her husband and sister, felt utterly humiliated, her body writhing in agony from the pleasure. "Xiaoqin, don't look… I…" "Ah… no… faster… I'm going crazy!" I thrust into her uterus while simultaneously moving my fingers in and out of Xiaoqin's vagina. Watching the two sisters writhe in agony, my lust was greatly satisfied, and I quickly shoved my penis into Wanping's mouth and ejaculated. Turning around, I parted Xiaoqin's labia and began sucking. Wanping greedily swallowed my semen, arching her back and masturbating with her fingers. The pungent stench filled the room, creating an extremely obscene scene.

On the way back to the company, I slapped myself several times, clutching my hair in anguish. How had I become such a beast? Where did that boy who sought true love so desperately a few years ago go? Did Jieyu ruin my life, or did I ruin hers?

The successful "X" exercise officially began, simulating live-fire drills against Taiwan in Yiyang, Jiangxi Province—a grand-scale operation.

Due to military secrets, I won't elaborate. A month later, I returned to my unit for rest. Our regiment received commendation from the Central Military Commission for the exercise; the officers, from top to bottom, were overjoyed. We conscripts, however, didn't care, since we didn't receive any bonuses. What made me happy was that Xiaorui took advantage of an official business trip to visit me at the unit. I borrowed a jeep from the company commander and we went to Hangzhou for two days.

Less than two months after Xiaorui left, I received a long-distance call from her. She happily told me she was pregnant and that the ultrasound showed it was a boy. I told her to abort the child first; a driver's job in the army is four years long, how could she raise a child alone? Getting married is a problem; I'm not old enough. It doesn't matter in civilian life, but it won't work in the army. Xiao Rui cried, feeling wronged. My mother took the phone and scolded me, complaining about the troubles my mistakes had caused her over the years… and told me to do everything I could to get discharged. I had no choice but to go to the company commander and ask him to pull some strings.

There were only two months left until my discharge, and Wanping was pregnant. I didn't know if it was my child or her husband's. Her husband stayed home with her every day. I was about to be discharged and didn't want to ruin her happiness. Plus, what happened with Jieyu had given me an unspeakable fear of pregnant women, so I hardened my heart and refused to contact her again. She sensed the change in me and naturally distanced herself.

One afternoon, I was leading my platoon in tending the vegetable garden, thinking about my discharge and wondering how the company commander was handling it. The company's duty officer ran over and said my sister had arrived. Sister? I don't have a sister. Impossible.

I should go back and see. I jogged back to the company, slowing down as I approached, wondering who it could be. From afar, I saw a woman standing at the crossroads, looking around. She wore a short black wool coat, a long black skirt, and high heels. I was instantly stunned.

Jieyu, my first love, the one I haunted my dreams, the one who broke my heart, was miraculously standing before me. Tears welled up instantly. I suppressed my overwhelming emotions and walked calmly to her. "Why are you here?" She slowly turned around, looking at my slightly mature face and strong body. She excitedly supported me, almost fainting. Tears streamed down her face. I looked closely at her face. It was still so fair, but there were a few more crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and a few gray hairs at her temples. Her once full figure had thinned considerably. Had she been unhappy these past two years? She didn't say a word, just silently looked at me. Standing at the crossroads, military vehicles drove by, the wind lifting her black hair, which danced and brushed against my face, as if I had returned to the past.

The countless times I'd imagined coldly humiliating her during our meeting had vanished without a trace. After all, she was the first person I'd ever loved; she had the right to choose her own life. Since she'd come to see me, I should at least treat her well. I took her to the classroom. She looked curiously at the neatly folded blankets, the orderly towels and washbasins. Everything in the military was meticulously organized, and she found it all so fascinating.

When I opened the cabinet to get tea for her, a sachet appeared. I grabbed it and stuffed it into my pocket. I planned to return it to her when she left, to end my memories, and to start my life anew.

I called Jiang Tao, who is now the head of the logistics department's administrative team. He arranged a hotel for me (built when Liu XX came to inspect my regiment). The food in the company was terrible. That evening, I took Jieyu to the small restaurant at the service station and invited Jiang Tao and Wang Wenliang, two of my comrades, to keep me company. While waiting for the food, I took a good look at Jieyu. She looked much more stylish than before. When she noticed me staring at her, she shyly brushed her long, wavy hair back and forth, strands curling around her fingers. A diamond ring was on her little finger. We opened two bottles of Si Te liquor. Jiang Tao and Wang Wenliang, who can't hold their liquor, each poured about six liang (300ml), leaving eight liang (400ml) for me. Jieyu took my glass and poured half of it into hers. The atmosphere wasn't very pleasant while drinking. No one talked much; they mostly introduced me to Jieyu.

After we finished, I took her to the hotel. When we got to the door, I wanted to turn around and leave, but then I thought I'd go in and sit for a while. She took off her coat and hung it up, leaning against the headboard, seemingly preoccupied and hesitant to speak. I took out a cigarette, but accidentally took out my sachet with me. I picked it up but couldn't bear to return it, so I put it away again. She saw the sachet, and her eyes reddened. It seemed inappropriate for me to stay any longer. I wanted to end things quickly, so I asked her how long she planned to stay and when she would leave. Her eyes glistened with tears, but she didn't answer. I said, "Then you should rest early. I'll come see you tomorrow morning." After saying that, I got up to leave.

Jieyu covered her face with her hands, crying like a wronged child, her shoulders trembling helplessly. My heart softened, and I put my arm around her thin shoulders, gently stroking them.

She burst into tears, tightly hugging my waist, gripping my back tightly, her sharp nails digging deep into my flesh, blood seeping from the wound on her back. Her teeth bit into the muscles of my chest, biting and sucking as if venting her hatred.

Despite the hatred for her betrayal buried deep in my heart, I was still keenly aware that I deeply loved the woman before me. How could there be hatred without love? I thought I had forgotten this love, but seeing her pitiful state still pained me. Suddenly, I noticed deep teeth marks all over her delicate arms, as if she had bitten herself, and a fresh knife wound on her wrist. Why?

Jieyu fainted. I laid her flat on the bed, removed her clothes, and discovered that her body was also covered in purplish-blue pinch marks. What caused all this? Countless questions flooded my mind. I went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and gently wiped her body. Jieyu's fragrance was still so alluring; my name was still etched on her pubic mound, now bare of pubic hair, undiminished by time. A stirring began in my lower body, but I resisted, covering her with a blanket and sitting on the edge of the bed, silently smoking.

"Don't leave me!" Jieyu cried out, sitting up abruptly. Seeing me beside her, she gasped, resting her head on my lap, gently touching the wound on her chest. Under my persistent questioning, she sobbed as she recounted a story. The pain of a wound to the heart is far more intense than the physical pain. I couldn't help but cry, my tears mingling with hers on her face. It turned out that after I left, my mother went to Jieyu and asked her to leave me. Jieyu initially insisted, but when my mother mentioned that my family had only had one son for three generations, and that having no children would bring me endless suffering, she broke down. For my future happiness, she agreed to my mother's request.

The man I met during my visit home was actually my brother-in-law. Before his death, Jieyu's father felt guilty towards his daughter and instructed his son to bring Jieyu back to Shanghai, leaving her a property and some stocks. I happened to see her there, and she couldn't refuse him, so she hardened her heart and pretended her brother was her boyfriend to make me give up. Upon learning of my engagement, she began the procedures to return to Shanghai and is now working as a union official in a company there. Xiaomin has already gone abroad to Japan. She and Lao Xin also went through divorce proceedings. Coincidentally, two months ago, she went to Hangzhou on a business trip and saw me by West Lake. Seeing me and Xiao Rui being intimate, her heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife. She felt as if she had returned to Shanghai. After nearly sixty days and nights, she couldn't bear the torment of missing me any longer and attempted suicide by cutting her wrists with the gas. Fortunately, a neighbor smelled the gas and found her in time, saving her life. After

being discharged from the hospital, she couldn't control herself anymore and planned to visit me before going to the hospital... Her nearly two hours of sobbing were like hammer blows to my heart. Mom, the mother I love most in the world, you manipulated everything, thinking you could plan a happy future for your son, but you didn't know you were ruining his life. I held my head, tearing at my hair, banging my head against the wall. Perhaps only pain could ease my guilt towards her.

The two of us hugged each other and cried together. On the bed, black and white flesh intertwined. I gently kissed her face, her cute little mouth, her shoulders, her little hands, her wounds, her whole body. It seemed that only in this way could I fully express my love for her. Jieyu's lower body still smelled so sweet. Her labia, which hadn't been exposed for three years, slowly opened like flower buds under my gentle kisses, flowing out sweet nectar, beckoning me to pluck it. Her slender body trembled slightly, and her two red nipples gradually hardened. Jieyu pulled me up, sealed my mouth with her crimson lips, and greedily kissed and sucked, her tongue gently entwining with mine. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, and I inhaled them all. They say tears are bitter, but at this moment they tasted so sweet.

I slowly lifted myself up and gently entered the cave that was forever mine. Her long-dormant vagina was still so tight. My glans felt a tremendous suction, and the warm flesh walls enveloped my penis, rubbing against it incessantly. Jieyu let out a seductive moan, holding me tightly in her arms. Her breasts swayed against her chest, and she raised her lower body to meet my penis, urging it to penetrate deeper. The overflowing nectar was unstoppable, flowing between her thighs and down her groin. The burning passion within her had driven her to the peak of arousal. She began to writhe passionately, letting out seductive cries, "Husband. Husband... my dearest brother... I... miss... him so much!" My

scorching hot penis, like freshly forged steel, began to thrust and pound inside her. I straightened up, lifted her legs, and thrust deeper into her womb, watching my beloved woman being overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, reaching the pinnacle of lovemaking. She began to tighten her grip on my waist; I knew this was her climax. I worked tirelessly to match her, my spiky penis spurting out gushes of white foam. My name trembled incessantly. Her anus opened slightly, my fingers gently scraping inside. She covered her mouth with her hand, letting out cries of pleasure, her love juices and urine spraying out. I remained silent, releasing three years of resentment and longing with each thrust.

Unable to control my emotions, we made love without stopping, trying to make up for the love we had been separated for three years.

Jieyu gently yielded to me, cooperating with me. We made love seven times that night, our bodies covered in semen, cuddling each other until noon.

The next day, back at the company, I took two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes Jieyu had bought to the company commander's room. Although I was facing discharge, I couldn't go too far, so I asked him for a few days' leave. When the company commander saw me, he yelled, "Damn it, what were you doing last night? Not even on duty. The division is checking the guards, thank goodness I didn't assign you any. What's your relationship with that woman?" The company commander and I were close, and he asked me bluntly. Actually, anyone with sexual experience could tell what I looked like. Jieyu was willing to risk her life for me, so what did I care about saving face? I told him everything.

"I didn't realize you were so capable, managing two women. I heard the last one who came is pregnant, how are you going to handle that? Oh, and I heard you're also having an affair with some young married woman. Be careful, you know. Hey, hearing you say that, that woman's pretty pitiful. Go on, go on, I'll give you three days off. If you're even a day late returning to the unit, I'll make sure you serve your full five years before you're discharged." He casually picked up a pack of cigarettes. "Take this to the instructor, and have the communications officer issue a dispatch order. Don't be a lazy bum driving back."

And so, we spent three days in Hangzhou like lovers, leaving our footprints by West Lake, at Lingyin Temple, and under Leifeng Pagoda. We spent our days sightseeing and our nights in passionate embrace, wishing it could last forever. But parting always comes. Jieyu promised me she'd live well and wait for me. Before leaving, she gave me a travel bag, telling me to open it only when I got to the army base. Reluctantly, I saw her off onto the bus back to Shanghai, watching her depart.

On the way back to the unit, I drove while pondering which path I should take. No matter what my parents did, they were still the ones who gave me life and raised me; everything they did was for my future. I couldn't resent them. Xiaorui was innocent; she loved me wholeheartedly and was now pregnant. Could I abandon them all? Impossible. But what about Jieyu? Hurt because of me, she lived alone in the cold, indifferent city, leading a lonely and empty life, desperately needing my company and comfort. I agonized over this dilemma. A loud horn startled me awake. A large truck was approaching. I quickly swerved to the side of the road and stopped the car, breaking out in a cold sweat. I obediently drove back to the unit.

I opened the travel bag Jieyu had given me. Inside were four cartons of cigarettes, two packets of tea, several boxes of ginseng tablets, and a thick envelope. Opening the envelope, I poured out two thousand yuan and a letter folded into a heart shape.

I quickly opened it and started reading. If it were a suicide note, I would be filled with regret. The letter was stained with tear stains, probably written last night while I was asleep—"Xiaopeng, my dearest husband, when you read this letter, I am also thinking of you somewhere. Seeing your unchanging love for me fills my heart with overwhelming emotion…Your woman, Yu, will always belong to you."

Jieyu had learned about my situation through other means over the years, even knowing that Xiaorui was pregnant, but she didn't want to discuss it with me, not wanting her distress to ruin our atmosphere. She also knew deeply that if she insisted, I would stay by her side no matter what, clearly understanding the consequence of doing so would be the eternal separation of me and my family. She didn't want me to do that, urging me to fulfill my filial duties, saying that Xiaorui was also a good girl, and asking me not to hurt her anymore. Finally, she told me she would come to see me when she missed me, and told me not to worry about her.

I read this letter, each word carrying immense weight, in one breath, tears falling onto it, my heart already making plans for the future. Everyone says love is selfish, but Jieyu gave me all her happiness and endured the pain alone. A lovely and selfless woman, I will always love you. (

From an online article—My Sexual History 03,
published February 23, 2018, by 69love69, 2417 views
) (Part Three: Sex During Entrepreneurship (Final Chapter))

Sitting on the train home, the scene of enlisting three years ago flashed before my eyes, as if it had only happened yesterday. Three years of military service truly matured me, and from now on, I will face constant challenges in life.

Back home, my family was happily waiting for me. Xiaorui's belly was already showing, and she could only use taking a long leave to prepare for the wedding as a cover.

The new house was also finished being renovated; it seemed that only I, the groom, was missing. I resented my parents arranging my life this way. They tried to use the family to tie my heart down, completely disregarding my feelings. Thinking that if it weren't for my mother, perhaps Jieyu and I would be happily decorating our love nest together, I wished I could run away from home. But seeing my mother's full head of white hair, the thought was quickly dispelled. I was making her worry and accelerating her aging; she looked much older than her actual age. And with Rui Rui, so pure and innocent like a cheerful little swallow, lovingly directing me to arrange the furniture in the small house, I simply couldn't bear to hurt them. Jie Yu had said that if she caused a tragedy for my family, she would never forgive herself. I decided to fulfill my parents' wishes first before making any future plans.

Less than a month after my discharge from the army, I held my own wedding. Jie Yu sent me a Louis Vuitton suit from Shanghai, with 10,000 yuan in cash and a men's diamond ring tucked into the pocket—presumably a pair with the one she was wearing. On my wedding day, I wore it. Rui Rui curiously asked me where it came from. I said my mother bought it. My mother smiled wryly, knowing I understood everything. That night, she talked to me for a long time. My mother never imagined a middle-aged woman could have such deep feelings for her son, but even now she still objects, because it was absolutely explosive news at the time, especially since she had lost her fertility and didn't want her son to be destitute in his old age. I listened obediently, while indicating to my mother that my relationship with Jieyu wouldn't affect the family, and my mother could only helplessly let me have my way.

On our wedding night, I tried to have sex with Xiaorui, but my fear of pregnant women was still strong, almost causing me to become impotent. In the end, she gave me oral sex. Perhaps due to her family upbringing, Xiaorui had never been very sexually active, and with pregnancy, she became even more indifferent to sex.

Although Ruirui was a police officer, her physical fitness, honed at the police academy, was excellent, and although her belly grew large during pregnancy, she didn't feel bloated at all. Every evening after dinner, she would hold my hand and ask me to go for a walk with her. For the sake of the next generation, I had no choice but to obediently accompany her every day. I really envied my comrades, who were out partying every day.

The day of job assignment finally arrived. My father-in-law worked in the provincial political and legal department, so naturally, he placed me in the traffic police detachment of the municipal public security bureau. His idea was for me to gain experience for two years, be promoted, then transferred to the provincial level, and then temporarily assigned to a post in the city. This way, I could at least become a deputy director within ten years. Although my father was about to retire, his former subordinates still respected him and were willing to help me. So, I started working.

The work of a traffic policeman was tedious, although it seemed to have a lot of power and lucrative opportunities. But it didn't suit my personality. When I saw drivers pleading, my heart softened, and I always issued tickets at the minimum standard, which often meant I didn't meet my quota, and even when I did, it wasn't much beyond that. My colleagues in the group were very unhappy, and my supervisor talked to me several times, hinting that if I could improve my performance in a year, they could change my status. I had no choice but to harden my heart and try to generate revenue.

Rui Rui gave birth to a healthy baby boy; it was a natural birth, and both mother and child were safe. My father-in-law called the director to say that Rui Rui was unwell and had taken a long leave of absence to stay home and take care of the child, fully supporting my work.

Jieyu secretly came to visit a few times. I would use the excuse of working the night shift to sneak out and meet her. Because I couldn't give her a proper status, I felt incredibly guilty and tried to persuade her to leave me. She asked if I disliked her for being too old, and if so, she would die. Although I wasn't her virgin, we were her first love. Even her family urged her to remarry, but she refused, saying she had no interest in marriage. She didn't ask me to divorce her; she just wanted me not to abandon her. I had nothing more to say, so I could only continue to appease her.

One day, a man from Shanghai suddenly called me. It turned out to be Jieyu's brother, saying his sister was critically ill and just wanted to see me one last time. Without hesitation, I took leave, made up an excuse with my family, and rushed to Shanghai that very night.

Shanghai truly lived up to its reputation as an international metropolis—brilliantly lit, bustling with traffic, and towering skyscrapers rising from the ground. The blueprint of reform and opening up was gradually being implemented, showcasing its prosperous economic strength. I didn't have time to appreciate any of the beautiful scenery; I took a taxi directly to the hospital. I rushed to the ward and saw Jieyu lying unconscious on the bed, with a man and a woman standing beside her—her younger brother and sister. My arrival offered them some comfort, but they looked at me with a strange expression, perhaps surprised that I was so young. Jieyu had uterine cancer, but fortunately it was discovered early, and the doctor recommended a removal procedure. She was about to tell me and ask for my opinion when she suddenly started bleeding and was brought in.

The doctor rushed in and asked the family to sign the consent form. They looked at me, signed my name without hesitation, and took her to the operating room.

While anxiously waiting outside, we were initially a little awkward, but gradually began to talk. Shanghainese are quite xenophobic; her brother initially seemed a bit dismissive of me, only knowing that his sister had fallen in love with a young man, but unaware of our love story. When I told them about our experiences, they were both moved and developed a liking for me.

As he busied himself with official business, he took out an English contract from his briefcase. I glanced at it curiously and noticed an error. It was an ore order between Baosteel and a foreign multinational corporation; a small grammatical error had completely altered the meaning. When I pointed this out, he looked at me with surprise and began to talk to me in detail. I frankly stated my views: reform and opening up was the best opportunity; Shanghai held enormous business opportunities; the booming construction market would inevitably lead to a shortage of basic materials. We should immediately switch to a market economy; seizing the opportunity would surely lead to great development. (Actually, this was a confidential telegram that had just been passed on to department-level cadres; I saw it from my father—it was classified at the time.)

Jieyu's younger brother was stunned by my words, never expecting a young man to have such insight. He immediately asked if I was interested in business, suggesting I consider starting a company with him. He held an important position at Baosteel, but it wasn't convenient for him to be in the spotlight; I could hold a nominal position and handle the sales, splitting the profits equally. The condition was that I had to invest 500,000 yuan—an astronomical figure! Keep in mind that my salary at the time was only a little over 500 yuan. I pretended to hesitate, saying we'd discuss it after Jieyu's condition improved. The

operating room door opened, revealing Jieyu, her face pale and gaunt. I gripped her tightly, tears streaming down my face. Jieyu sensed my presence, opened her eyes, managed a weak smile, and then drifted back into unconsciousness. Scenes from years ago flashed before my eyes—perhaps a lingering effect of that surgery—the thoughts intensified my guilt. How many lifetimes would it take to repay this lovely, pitiful woman for what she had sacrificed?

During the few days she was cared for in the hospital, she repeatedly asked me questions. I could hear the worry and distress in her voice, and I could only keep comforting her. After all, thanks to the good medical conditions, Jieyu recovered quickly, and her beautiful face returned. The doctor told me privately that the surgery was successful, but it was hard to say whether there would be any problems in the future. In short, there shouldn't be any problems for the next few years; the key was to take good care of herself.

I made up my mind to stay with her for the next few years. With my mind made up, I hurriedly returned to my hometown and told both sets of parents about my plan to go into business. Naturally, I received unanimous opposition. Xiaorui wasn't too bothered, but my mother and father-in-law were the main ones. My mother knew why I was going to Shanghai, but my father-in-law was completely unaware. He had originally wanted to groom me as his successor and felt it was a pity to give up his career now. I patiently worked on them, and my father gave me a lot of support. Perhaps because of studying the spirit of the central government's documents, I managed to get a loan of 500,000 yuan from one of my father's old subordinates. Seeing that so much money had been withdrawn, my mother could only sigh. My father-in-law helped me get a leave of absence without pay. After settling things at home, I rushed

to Shanghai to start a new chapter in my life. With the help of Jieyu's younger brother, I quickly registered the company, and Shanghai Jiepeng Materials Co., Ltd. officially opened. Because Jieyu's brother had considerable influence at Baosteel and many friends in the materials industry, coupled with my humility and diligence, I quickly built strong relationships with the business units, and the company's business flourished, bringing in a fortune.

My family kept receiving remittances from me, relieving my parents' worries. Xiaorui was focused on raising her child; since both of us are only children, she couldn't come over, but she would always remind me to take care of myself on the phone…

Jieyu took sick leave and prepared meals for me at home every day. Whenever I returned home, she would always come running like a little bird, giving me a sweet kiss, helping me take off my coat and change into slippers, and eating with me, happily watching me devour my food. Sometimes, when work was busy, I wouldn't get home until late at night. Seeing her asleep at the table, wrapped in a sweater, filled me with a mixture of anger and pity. A woman who loved herself so much washed away the day's hardships. I would gently pick her up and put her on the bed. Jieyu's recovery was excellent; she fully recovered in four months. I accompanied her to several gynecological checkups, and her wounds healed well; no more cancer cells were found. Naturally, I was incredibly relieved.

One day in October, Jieyu called me early, telling me I absolutely had to be home that night. It was strange; Jieyu never called to urge me, no matter how late it was. Why was she acting so unusually today? Just as I was wondering, I noticed the calendar showed it was almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and it dawned on me that it must be our anniversary. Before the office building closed, I hurriedly said goodbye to the accountant and rushed home. Near home, I bought a bouquet of roses. Remembering the jade bracelet she had seen with me a few days ago while shopping, I quickly took a taxi to buy it. The traffic on the way home was terrible; I didn't get home until seven o'clock.

I quietly opened the door and saw two candles on the table, a bottle of red wine, and a few side dishes. Jieyu was busy in the kitchen, humming a little tune. I tiptoed and hid the flowers, put the bracelet under my pillow, and pretended to have just arrived home. When Jieyu saw me come back, she put down what she was doing and came to greet me. I deliberately said, "Honey, we have guests today. It's such a big celebration. I'm afraid I have to go to the Baosteel plate mill later; we need to ship five train cars tonight. I have to go check on them."

Jieyu's face clearly showed disappointment, but she still smiled and kissed me. "No one's here. We just saw you've been working hard lately and wanted to treat you." "Oh, then I'll be going." "Why don't you finish eating before you go?" "No, I'll finish loading the train cars and have dinner with a few people from the workshop." Jieyu lowered her head. "Oh, you…you should wear more clothes; it'll be cold tonight." She ran to get a wool sweater and handed it to me. Stealing a glance at her expression, I saw her eyes were starting to redden.

After leaving, I stood outside for a few minutes before returning home. I didn't see Jieyu in the dining room, but I heard sobbing coming from the bedroom. I quickly took out the flowers and went into the bedroom. Jieyu was lying on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, crying sadly, her childlike, delicate feet kicking the sheets. She was only just getting better; how could I play a prank on her and make her sad? This joke had gone too far, and I began to regret it.

Sensing my breath, she looked up in surprise, tears blurring her carefully applied makeup. Seeing the rose in my hand, she instantly understood everything. She stopped sobbing, a relieved smile spreading across her face. She playfully punched my chest with her small fist, her lovely face still glistening with tears, like the rose blooming in the morning dew. I pulled her tightly into my arms, kissing her lovingly, and she began to respond.

Since the surgery, we had suppressed our desires, and the passion that had been building up for days finally erupted in an instant. We pulled off each other's clothes, revealing Jieyu's carefully chosen black lingerie. It turned out she had meticulously planned our romantic night. Kissing her entire body, Jieyu was already panting heavily under my teasing, her long-dormant private parts flowing with a clear spring. I spread her legs and greedily sucked on her vulva, Jieyu's reserve completely destroyed by the burning desire. Her legs began to contract inwards, spasming intermittently, and she moaned softly, pleading for my entry. Deliberately delaying her response, Jieyu impatiently pushed me down onto the bed, grasped my penis, and forcefully sat down. At the moment of penetration, she let out a cry, then began to move wildly up and down. Watching her vulva relentlessly engulf my penis, her love juices flowing over my genitals, I couldn't suppress my passion any longer and ejaculated hot semen, reaching orgasm with her.

We lay quietly on the bed. I gently stroked her hair and took a bracelet from under the pillow, putting it on her wrist. Jieyu gazed at me tenderly, asking with concern if I noticed any changes in her. I knew she was afraid of losing her womanhood after having her uterus removed. Words couldn't dispel her doubts; only actions could explain everything. Countless orgasms throughout the night helped her cast aside all her worries and regain her confidence.

The company's business was booming. In less than two years, my brother-in-law and I had made a fortune. Now, money was just a number; I wasn't greedy. I no longer micromanaged the company's operations as much as before. The key employees were dedicated and hardworking, and I asked my brother-in-law for his opinion on improving their compensation and linking their bonuses to profits. That way, we could just look at the monthly reports and be done with it. With more free time, we naturally had a lot more time. I would drive her around the country, living a life of blissful intimacy.

Every time I went shopping or traveling with Jieyu, I had to endure many sarcastic glances. The sixteen-year age gap seemed significant even now, let alone in the early 1990s. Many people thought I was a gigolo who was marrying a rich woman. Even though I pulled out a bunch of VIP cards when swiping my card, the cashier still looked at me with disdain. I couldn't explain to each of them. That wasn't the reason I was upset. Jieyu and I were afraid at night; the house was so quiet and empty. We couldn't be making love all day long. Seeing other people's children, her eyes showed longing, which made me feel down too. All I could do was keep comforting her. Whenever she was down, it would take me a day or two to console her. Although I wasn't supposed to handle the business myself, I still had to accompany the big clients, including the steel mill leaders. I didn't feel comfortable leaving her alone at home, but taking her with me wasn't appropriate either. So, I had my subordinates' wives keep her company by playing mahjong and getting beauty treatments to pass the time.

Once a woman passes forty, perhaps due to physiological reasons, she becomes prone to inexplicable outbursts of anger. Every year, I have to go home for two months to spend time with my parents, wife, and children. Xiaorui has mentioned several times bringing the child to Shanghai, but my mother always finds excuses to stop her. Watching the child grow up day by day, I feel guilty towards my wife. Returning to Shanghai and seeing her breaks my heart; the house feels empty, and I know my health will suffer if this continues. But when she gets angry and acts unreasonably, I get annoyed too. Jieyu's temper is getting worse, and so is my mood. I often drive alone to Chang'an Cemetery on the Humin Highway to find peace. Why has our life together become like this in just a few years? I only truly understand the meaning of "distance makes the heart grow fonder" today. Perhaps it's because we spend too much time together. I've decided to distance myself from Jieyu temporarily and focus more on my work.

Xiaoqian, the company's secretary, is a very considerate girl from Suzhou. Every morning when I arrive at the office, my favorite oolong tea is already brewed on my desk. The other night, her messy office was spotless when I left work. She

also performs very well in business negotiations; she prepares all the materials I need and is very adept at business discussions. I jokingly say she should be a business manager, not a secretary, and she always smiles shyly when praised.

As I gave her more responsibility, her performance became increasingly outstanding, yet she remained humble. I started to let her head the business department, and by the end of the year, she had achieved the highest profit. With my brother-in-law's consent, I promoted her to vice general manager. Behind her back, she no longer calls me Chairman Han, but affectionately calls me Brother Xiaopeng.

The company has a channel steel business with a steel mill in Hangzhou, and I planned to go to Hangzhou. Jieyu wasn't feeling well these past few days, so I asked Xiaoqian to go and discuss it. I received a call from her that afternoon, and I rushed to Hangzhou.

When we met, she threw herself into my arms and cried, sobbing as she poured out her troubles. It turned out that the business manager at Hangzhou Steel, seeing that it was a young girl, felt the company didn't value this business and deliberately made things difficult for her by raising the price by 200 yuan per ton. For 5,000 tons, that would mean an extra 1 million yuan. He even tried to grope her during lunch. Having no other choice, he called me.

I arranged for him to meet through his superior. Regardless of his relationship with his superiors, it's important to maintain good relationships with his subordinates. I deliberately arranged a mid-range dinner, inviting two former comrades who had transferred to Hangzhou to accompany him. During the dinner, I introduced Xiaoqian as my sister, both to show my respect and to curb his lustful thoughts. Since the comrades accompanying him were my former superiors in the military, now heads of law enforcement in Hangzhou, his attitude improved significantly. After dinner, I took him to a nightclub, gave him three hostesses and a 50,000 yuan red envelope. He was overjoyed, swearing he would give our company priority in the future, and signed the contract on the spot.

Because things went so smoothly, I drank quite a bit, and Xiaoqian drank a bottle of red wine, her face flushed too.

When we arrived at the hotel, she first took me to my room, and I immediately rushed to the bathroom to vomit. She patiently took care of me. The strong aftereffects of the high-proof Wuliangye were really potent, leaving me dizzy and unable to move from the bed. She first took off my shoes and socks, then took off my outer clothes and hung them up. As she bent down to wipe me, my two white breasts playfully popped out from under my purple bra, revealing a deep cleavage. Because Jieyu hadn't been feeling well lately, we hadn't had sex for over a week, and I, being a young man under 30, was at the age when my sexual desire was at its peak.

Everything before me instantly ignited my desire. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed, greedily sucking on her cherry-like lips. Xiaoqian was stunned at first, mechanically opening her mouth. When I grasped her firm breasts, she gently pushed me away, making a soft sound of rejection. When my hand reached her genitals, I could clearly feel the entrance was wet, but tears welled up in her eyes. It was like a blow to the head, silencing me.

I got up and ran to the bathroom to wash away my lust with cold water, washed my face, rinsed my mouth, wrapped myself in a towel, and came out with my head down.

"Xiaoqian, I'm sorry, I drank too much. Please forgive me." She sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes. In this awkward situation, saying anything would be superfluous. There was no sound in the room; the air seemed to freeze. Suddenly, I felt her lips kiss me, clumsily. Opening my eyes, I saw Xiaoqian's eyes were tightly closed, her face even redder than when she was drunk. The sexual desire I had just suppressed was released again.

I responded enthusiastically, my tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. Sweet saliva flowed down her delicate tongue and into my throat. Xiaoqian had already taken off her coat, and her purple underwear looked so alluring in the dim light.

I never expected that 25-year-old Xiaoqian was still a virgin. I felt it the moment I entered, but it was too late to turn back. Her vagina, after the foreplay, happily welcomed my penis, only to be met with torment.

I lowered my waist and thrust hard, my penis slowly advancing as the resistance lessened. Lost in the passionate kiss, Xiaoqian let out a moan. The extreme pain caused her to bite my arm, tears streaming down her face. I whispered comforting words in her ear, my penis motionless in the soft, warm, and moist space. Her beautiful body nestled in my arms like a little white rabbit. I began to admire her; her firm breasts were easily held in one hand, her nipples proudly erect. Below her flat, smooth abdomen, at the junction of her fair legs, the sparse pubic hair appeared even darker and shinier. Her tender pink labia majora tightly gripped my penis, a round clitoris slightly protruding from the cleft.

I held her breast with one hand, while the fingers of the other gently massaged her clitoris, kissing her labia majora and earlobe. The natural physiological response gradually lessened the pain. She slowly opened her eyes and saw my lion-like body naked and entwined with hers. She shyly moaned and nestled into my arms. As waves of uncontrollable pleasure washed over her, Xiaoqian's breathing became increasingly rapid. Her legs clung tightly to my waist, her hips twisting and turning involuntarily, rising and swaying from side to side. I began to try slight thrusts, each one causing her a little pain, but mostly pleasure. Sometimes she gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, sometimes she put one hand to her mouth, her tearful appearance truly intoxicating.

My wet, slightly reddish penis moved in and out of her narrow vagina, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger. I could even feel the friction between the glans and every fold of her vaginal walls. I began to increase my speed, whispering, "Does it still hurt?" Xiaoqian bit her hand, letting out soft moans. Her glossy black hair swayed on the snow-white pillow, her legs clumsily wrapped around my waist, her vulva pressed against my genitals, desperately thrusting upwards to meet my thrusts. With a roar, I released my hot semen into her virgin territory.

Even now, I don't really enjoy having sex with virgins, perhaps because my first partner was a married woman. A young married woman is the epitome of womanhood, like a ripe peach, irresistible and alluring. During lovemaking, she understands how to cooperate, allowing one to reach the pinnacle of pleasure and experience the essence of lovemaking. A young girl, on the other hand, is like a green apple, slightly bitter. Without experience, she finds it difficult to experience sexual pleasure and may even feel guilty. If you can't give her a future, it's best not to pick her too easily, or it could ruin her life.

The next day we got up late, paid the hotel 1000 yuan for cleaning, and Xiaoqian carefully folded and packed the sheets. Once in the car, I remained silent, the atmosphere very awkward. Xiaoqian also lowered her head and remained silent.

As we approached a service area just out of the city, she looked up, her face flushed, and asked me to stop the car. I quickly got out and, with slightly aching steps, ran into the restroom. I lit a cigarette and squatted beside the car, trying to figure out how to explain things to her. Lost in thought, I was suddenly enveloped in her arms from behind, and she whispered in my ear, "I love you. I'm willing to give you my first time. When we get back to Shanghai, let's pretend nothing happened. Let me be a happy bride all the way, okay?" Turning around, I looked at her innocent face, her eyes brimming with tears, and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, but also a sense of relief.

At lunch, I told her the whole story about Jieyu, taking the opportunity to clarify my stance.

Xiaoqian whispered to me, "Many people think Southern girls are very open, but that's not true. My parents were very strict with me growing up, and I only played with my cousin from my aunt's side. On my first day at the company, I noticed how much you resembled my cousin. Later, you were very kind to me, caring for me in every way. Every time I'm with you, I feel an urge to hug you and snuggle against your chest. Peng, don't feel guilty. I'm an adult too, and I know what I'm doing. I just want to stay with you at the company."

After leaving the service area, I called Jieyu and told her I'd be back a day later. I drove towards Wuzhen with Xiaoqian. Xiaoqian rested her head on my lap, curiously taking out my penis and examining it. As I kneaded it, it slowly became erect. "How strange," she said, "it looked like a silkworm just now, but now it's a big red sausage." Xiaoqian, who had just transitioned from a young girl to a young woman, was so curious about sex. I gently pressed her head, signaling her to give me oral sex. Xiaoqian hesitated for a moment, then swallowed it. Because it was her first time, she was so clumsy; she didn't even notice her teeth scraping against my glans. Hearing my hiss in pain, she began to wrap her tongue around my penis like she was eating a popsicle, sucking hard. She was truly a genius at lovemaking; she quickly became adept, sucking and moaning softly while gently stroking my scrotum with her hand.

Under the intense attraction, I couldn't control myself anymore. I leaned back in the seat, my body pointing upwards, and filled her small mouth with my penis, ejaculating gushing semen inside. Ignoring her whistling protests, because there was no room to breathe, she could only swallow it mouthful by mouthful. The ear-piercing screech of a truck overtaking me pulled me back from the overwhelming pleasure, and I quickly swerved to straighten the car. Xiaoqian looked up and wiped the semen residue from the corner of her mouth, saying coquettishly, "I almost choked to death. It smelled weird."

"This is very nutritious, it's good for your skin. Those people in the arts all rely on this to maintain their youthful appearance. Haven't you heard that one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood?" Xiaoqian obediently licked the semen off her hand. I wanted to laugh but couldn't say it, in case I got scolded to death.

"It doesn't smell like anything, it smells like grass." The ignorant woman further fueled my wicked thoughts. "Take off your underwear, let me check." She obediently took off her underwear, and there were traces of dried semen and blood mixed in the crotch area. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other reaching towards her genitals, I said, "Be careful, we're driving." "It's okay, I'm driving slowly," she replied, leaning against the car door with her buttocks facing me. Her pink vulva was swollen and red from last night's storm, and it hurt when I touched it. I inserted my fingers, scraping along the inner walls, not missing a single bump.

"Ouch," she said, probably because her hymen hadn't fully healed. I pushed my fingers further inside, wantonly ravaging her vagina. She began to turn red and gasp for breath, her face contorting. Her tightly closed mouth soon began to moan softly, her buttocks twisting intermittently, her vulva and anus bulging outwards, and her vaginal fluids flowing freely. Xiaoqian kicked off her shoes, arching her body, her toes clenched, and her legs intertwined. I inserted my middle and index fingers together, pressing my clitoris with my ring finger and sweeping my thumb across her anus. Under the intense assault, she began to tremble all over, letting out cries of pain.

We arrived in Wuzhen and randomly found a hotel to stay in. As soon as we entered, we became entangled in a passionate lovemaking session, from the bed to the bathroom, and back again. My penis remained inside her until the city lights came on. As my penis was withdrawn, a mixture of white, yellow, and red fluid flowed continuously from her swollen, purplish vulva. We were too exhausted to get up, so we cuddled together and slept for a while. When we woke up, it was almost ten o'clock. We planned to take her out to eat, but she couldn't even wear underwear.

Wearing only a dress and completely naked underneath, we went to a food stall outside to eat. Afterward, we bought some thin silk underwear from the supermarket and returned to our room. That night, she said her vulva felt burning hot, and when I looked, I saw that the skin was broken. So I casually opened her anus, but Xiaoqian didn't really like oral sex. However, she endured it for my sake, even though tears streamed down her face from the pain. I had to stop halfway and had her perform oral sex on me until I came. Xiaoqian even kindly fed me the semen from her mouth, saying it was to help me recover from a long day. Damn it, I brought this on myself. I never expected it to turn out like this. I threw up when she wasn't

looking. The next morning, we decided to go back because she couldn't go anywhere. She lay face down on the back seat of the car, and I bought her some ointment to apply. It seemed impossible for her to go to work, so I told her to go home and rest for a week. I dropped her off at her apartment and was about to take her upstairs when I suddenly received a call from Jieyu, saying she had something urgent to discuss with me.

Xiaoqian urged me to go back. Watching her slowly make her way up the stairs, I felt a mix of emotions. I was already overwhelmed, and now it seemed like I had to deal with another problem. Was I a heartbreaker or a playboy? I didn't even know myself.

When I got home, Jieyu quickly changed my slippers at the door, which surprised me. "Honey, what's the emergency? I was thinking of going to the sauna. I've been so tired these past few days. It's a good thing you didn't go, otherwise I wouldn't have had time to take care of you." I realized now that I was a good liar. "Honey, you've worked so hard. I'll give you a massage tonight." She kissed me and then quickly pulled me into the living room.

A young woman was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Hearing our footsteps, she quickly stood up. It was Liu Min, a real little princess.

"When did Xiao Min get back?"

"Uncle... Peng... I landed at noon and came straight here by taxi." She even gave me a standard Japanese bow.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I could have called the company car to pick you up."

"No need to trouble yourself. I don't have much stuff anyway, it's easy for me to come alone."

"Xiao Min is taller than your mother now, but a little thin. Are you getting used to life in Japan?"

"It's alright. My mother sends me money every month, and I also get scholarships. You can persuade my mother not to send me money anymore. I can be independent now."

"It's nothing. It's not like we don't have any money at home. Besides, it's more reassuring to have a fuller pocket when you're away from home. Buy whatever you need. Don't deprive yourself. We can give you more if you need more. Money is meant to be spent. If you don't spend it, it's just a piece of paper."

Xiao Min has been studying at a university in Japan for years, then got into a master's program, and is now pursuing a doctorate. Our situation was a big blow to her, but it spurred her to study hard. My grades have always been excellent. I had ignored Jieyu for a while, but later, knowing the hardships of life and understanding my mother's struggles, we started contacting each other again. After I started earning money, I asked Jieyu to send her money every month. Knowing our situation, she tacitly accepted our relationship. It was just a little awkward, though.

I glanced at my watch; it was almost 5 o'clock. I told Jieyu to call our usual seafood restaurant to reserve a private room and invite my brother-in-law and sister-in-law's families over for a get-together. Actually, I also wanted to eat some oysters to nourish myself before handing in my homework that night. Jieyu smiled and said, "I've prepared everything. Let's have dinner at home tonight.

The housekeeper has washed all the vegetables. I'll cook myself tonight, both to welcome my daughter and to give my husband a warm welcome. We'll invite them over tomorrow." I went to the kitchen; it was all dishes that Xiaomin and I liked.

"Let the housekeeper cook; you haven't been feeling well lately."

"What kind of man goes into the kitchen? Xia can help me; you go keep Xiaomin company."

I called and ordered Australian lobster and oysters in cream sauce. I took out a chess set and started playing with Xiaomin. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed the resentment in Xiaomin's eyes, but I pretended not to notice. We chatted while playing chess. I won two and lost one of the three games; I guess Xiaomin was letting me win. After the takeout arrived, Jieyu came to call us for dinner, and the family went to the dining room to eat. During dinner, Jieyu asked Xiaomin if she was in a relationship.

It turns out Xiaomin has a boyfriend in Japan, an honest and simple Japanese man from a well-off family with small landowners. His parents like Xiaomin very much and plan to have them get married this year. Xiaomin came back to consult her mother. The groom's family invited us to Japan for the wedding. Jieyu listened, tears welling up again. She had hoped her daughter could come back to China to keep her company, but her hopes were dashed. After all, she's her own flesh and blood; she's married far away and has no one to confide in about the hardships she's endured. I understand Xiaomin's choice. On one hand, she wants to avoid us; on the other hand, she studies precision engineering, meaning her skills will be useless back home, and she doesn't want her years of hard work to be wasted.

Xiaomin and Jieyu are mother and daughter with opposite personalities. Jieyu can give up everything for love, while Xiaomin is a woman who can sacrifice family and love for her career. Because I strongly dislike Japanese people, I also feel some aversion towards Xiaomin. But out of consideration for Jieyu, I didn't say anything. Besides, she's not my daughter, why should I concern myself with this? When we talked about marriage plans, Jieyu looked at me with expectant eyes.

“Xiaomin, your uncle and I have made quite a bit of money in business over the years. Your mother only has you as her daughter, so we will definitely attend your wedding. We will respect your decision. As for the dowry, you can buy it yourself over there. If you need money, just call your mother, no matter how much. Don't let the Japanese look down on us. We'll buy you a house. There are still five months until the wedding. Tell the groom's parents that we will definitely be there.” Jieyu was overjoyed by my words. The man she loved was doing his best to arrange her daughter's wedding, bringing her honor. She looked at me with grateful eyes. I inwardly cursed that I was going to have to spend a fortune.

Jieyu hadn't been feeling well lately, and my libido was quite high; we couldn't control ourselves even when we were together. So we slept in separate rooms. When Xiaomin came back, I couldn't let her share a room with the nanny, so I tidied up the room for Xiaomin. I asked the nanny to set up a makeshift bed in the study, but Jieyu stopped her and pulled me into the bedroom. That night, the bedroom was filled with the warmth of spring. After showering, I lay in bed watching Jieyu meticulously dress herself. Her fair face was flushed from the wine, and her full figure was outlined beneath her black lace lingerie. Her clean body exuded an arousing fragrance, and she felt my burning gaze.

"Don't look at me like that," Jieyu said shyly.

"We're an old married couple, why be so polite?" I pulled her into my arms.

"Thank you, husband."

"Thank you? Then you should thank me properly tonight." My hands began to roam over her body. Her bra was gently removed, revealing her full breasts. Her cute, dark red nipples were perky. I grasped her snow-white breasts and slowly kneaded them, until her nipples gradually hardened.

"No, don't touch me anymore," I murmured. I slid my hand down to her buttocks, rubbing her genitals with my arm, my fingers sweeping across her anus. A soft moan escaped her half-open lips, her eyes glazed over. "Husband, I want..." Jieyu pulled one leg from her panties and eagerly climbed onto me.

"Don't rush, wife. A big meal needs an appetizer first," I teased her.

"I'm not even up yet. You've been empty for almost a month. Let's comfort it first," Jieyu said, bringing her face close to my erect penis, brushing the hair that had fallen on her face, and lightly kissing the tip. My penis began to throb, and she extended her wet tongue to rub the glans, licking towards the crown and base, her seductive eyes looking at me, her red lips moving incessantly over the glans.

Because I had made love too much with Xiaoqian these past two days, I wasn't in a hurry to release my own desire. Anxiously, she changed positions, turning her genitals towards me, hoping to give her some pleasure. Seeing that Jieyu was only wearing garter belts and stockings, with black panties still wrapped around her calves, and her vulva already wet beneath her thick black pubic hair, I began to lightly tease her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, flicking her labia with varying pressure, while a finger was inserted into her anus and slowly moved in and out. Jieyu's rationality had vanished; burning with desire, she twisted her pink buttocks back and forth.

"Inside, further in, no... don't... suck... anymore."

"Husband... give it to me, I want... no... don't... lick... anymore. I want... your... cock." As soon as I released my hand from her buttocks, Jieyu turned around and kissed me, sucking on my tongue, her small hands guiding my penis as she sat down. The moment my penis entered, she let out a satisfied sigh. Then she moved up and down wildly, occasionally circling her buttocks against me or rubbing back and forth. I rubbed my body against her clitoris, her breasts trembling uncontrollably. I reached out and grasped her two swaying breasts, kneading them like dough, deforming them. Jieyu let out a moan, her body arching backward, her legs clamping around my hips, shaking incessantly.

I knew she was about to climax. Seizing the opportunity, I laid her down on the bed, placing her legs on my shoulders, and began to thrust. Jieyu kneaded her breasts with both hands, starting to moan; I reckon Xiaomin next door could hear her.

"Come on... fuck... your... darling... fuck... your... cunt... faster... faster." I deliberately paused.

"Don't stop, my big... cock, my dear... brother," she cried anxiously, shaking her buttocks. Watching my dark, shiny penis go in and out of her dark red labia, drawing out gushes of vaginal fluid, Jieyu's lustful desire, like a frenzied female beast, made me begin to enjoy the pleasure of sex. He thrust his penis rapidly, each time reaching its deepest point, the scrotum slapping against her labia with a slapping sound. With ejaculation, we reached orgasm together.

The next day, I opened my eyes to find Jieyu kneeling at the head of the bed, her eyes filled with tears. I quickly got up and asked her what was wrong. She smiled sadly and said, "Nothing, just thinking about our past, it's a bit painful. By the way, honey, let's not sleep separately anymore, let's sleep together." Xiaomin had been back for a week, and Jieyu and I tried to avoid spending all our time with her. Either Jieyu accompanied her shopping, or I drove her out alone. This was better for everyone. When she was alone with me, she called me Brother Xiaopeng. Back home, she called me Uncle.

Time flies, and a week passed in the blink of an eye. Tomorrow, Xiaomin is leaving, and Jieyu is going to the hospital for a checkup. She asked me to accompany her to sweep her grandfather's grave. I wanted to go with her for the checkup first, but she declined. I took Xiaomin to the cemetery. It was quiet there in the summer heat; it was just the two of us. After offering

our flowers, we sat in the car, the seats reclined, and chatted for a while. Shanghai was incredibly hot this year; even with the air conditioning on low, I still felt burning hot and wondered if I had a fever. Xiaomin reached out and touched my head, saying I was okay. Suddenly, she kissed me. I didn't respond at all; I froze, then pushed her away. Xiaomin reached out and pulled out the key. "Brother Xiaopeng, Uncle Xiaopeng. Or call me Dad. Anyway, listen to what I have to say today."

"Actually, I fell in love with you in junior high school. Every time you scored a goal on the court, I would jump up and cheer for you. Washing your clothes, even the smell of your sweat was so exciting. Do you know what I thought when I found out about you and Mom? Suicide! I stayed by the river for a whole afternoon. I thought I would be happy if I left you, but I was wrong. Seeing you, I realized I had never forgotten you. Seeing you and Mom so happy, last night I heard everything. I was happy for Mom, she found a good husband, but I was sad for myself. Why would a mother and daughter fall in love with the same person?" She leaned on the windowsill and sobbed. I could only mechanically pat her back and say some comforting words.

"I know you hate Japanese people, so I deliberately found a Japanese person to annoy you. Who knew you wouldn't care about me at all?"

"Xiaomin, I'm sorry. I've always treated you like my own sister. I'm so sorry."

"I'm leaving tomorrow. There's something I only want to say to you. All these years in Japan, with the money you sent, I haven't suffered. I've spent all my time studying. My major is the most advanced technology in Japan, and also the most advanced in the world. Without Japanese citizenship, I won't have access to core technologies. Once I master the real technology, I will return to my country to serve it." Hearing this, my impression of her changed completely.

Xiaomin smiled bitterly and said, "Xiaolin is an honest man, but also a bookworm. I don't love him, but I have to marry him. Before I leave, I have two wishes I hope you can grant."

“Okay!”

“Close your eyes and swear.” I closed my eyes.

“First, you must treat your mother well. Even though you have to take care of your wife and children back home, you can never abandon your mother.”

“I promise you.”

“Second…” After a long silence, I opened my eyes. Xiaomin had stripped herself naked. I was so scared that I tried to run away, but she grabbed me.

“I want you. You want me.”

“No, Xiaomin, you’re doing this to your mother. I absolutely cannot agree to this.”

“I don’t want to give my first time to a Japanese man. Take me.” She said, kissing my lips. The car was small, and I couldn’t escape no matter how hard I tried.

“I won’t bother you. If you don’t want to, I’ll tell my mother that you want to rape me. If you want to, this is our first and last time.” Damn, I never thought I would be forced to rape! Xiaomin sat on me and took off her t-shirt, kissing my whole body. “This is my first time. Please be gentle. Don’t be like you were with my mother yesterday.” The little girl had been eavesdropping on our lovemaking last night and thought her mother was in so much pain.

That’s how men are. No matter how much they resist in their minds, their physical reactions still come naturally. My penis slowly swelled in her hand, and she carefully guided it downwards. Since I couldn't resist, I might as well enjoy it. I never expected that I, who didn't like young girls, would break my hymen twice in a week. I thrust my hips upwards sharply, encountering some resistance. Perhaps because she was more active in sports, her hymen was thicker than Xiaoqian's.

I held her in my arms, gently stroking her body. She obediently closed her eyes, enjoying the bliss of the caresses. As I forcefully penetrated her again, tears streamed down her face from the pain, and she let out a scream. I tried to cover her mouth with my hand, but she bit my finger tightly. A trickle of blood flowed down my penis. As my penis slowly thrust in and out of her narrow vagina, Xiaomin's reaction gradually changed. Her stiff body softened, and she began to moan amidst her rapid breathing. I continued thrusting relentlessly. If I was going to do it, I had to do it well.

"How is it? Still hurting?"

"A little." Xiaomin frowned, panting in sync with my thrusting movements.

Seeing that her pain seemed to have eased somewhat, we moved to the back seat and had her kneel down. I knelt behind her, inserted my penis into her vagina, and began to thrust faster. Xiaomin cried softly to suppress the pain, which gradually turned into moans, "Ah...ah...it's itchy inside...it feels like bugs are crawling inside." Her labia began to secrete a lot of vaginal fluid. As my penis rubbed against her narrow vagina, the pleasure intensified, and I saw my own bloodied fingers.

I thrust deeper and deeper, the milky white fluid mixed with blood flowing down her snow-white thighs onto the leather seat. Xiaomin twisted her body back in pain and pleasure, moaning irrationally. I also felt the urge to climax, and with my last bit of strength, I thrust violently, ejaculating gushing semen into her vagina. Xiaomin collapsed onto the seat, panting heavily. I continued to move, searching for the remaining pleasure, until I was completely limp before withdrawing.

Afterwards, I took Xiaomin to a nearby hotel room to shower and then we did it again. After she got dressed, I washed the car. Then I drove home. When I got home, Jieyu seemed upset, so I quickly asked her about her test results. She said everything was normal, and the doctor said she just needed to rest. I asked her if she should abstain from sex, and she said no. That night, the two of them slept in the bedroom and talked, while I went to my room to rest; I was exhausted these past few days.

The next morning, Jieyu and I took Xiaomin to the airport. Before parting, Jieyu cried very hard, as if it were a life-or-death separation, and Xiaomin also cried uncontrollably, reminding me not to forget our promise. I felt relieved after she left, but I couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Autumn is the busiest season for business. I stayed at the company all day, and Jieyu rarely accompanied me on business trips. I felt her health was deteriorating lately, so I told her to rest at home. Xiaoqian and I were constantly on the go, and in September she told me she was pregnant. I was stunned. Xiaoqian comforted me, saying she had everything arranged. She would take leave to go back to her hometown to give birth when she was five months pregnant, and I shouldn't worry about anything else. She's a strong-willed girl, so I had to let her be.

Lately, I noticed there were always painkillers by her bedside. I asked Jieyu's doctor about it, and he told me Jieyu wasn't feeling well and that I should spend more time with her. Seeing his hesitant expression, I felt a little strange. I asked Jieyu, but she wouldn't say anything. This morning, I found her pillow stained with tears. I guessed it was because Xiaomin's wedding was approaching, and she was feeling sad. Seeing a few more gray hairs at her temples, I felt very guilty. I put aside my work at the company and handed it over to my brother-in-law. I accompanied Jieyu shopping every day to prepare Xiaomin's dowry. Because of her recent health problems, I restrained my desires a lot, but Jieyu had become more proactive than ever before, wanting it almost every night. I joked that she was a tiger.

This winter felt unusually cold, so Jieyu and I got visas and flew to Japan. Xiaomin was studying in Tokyo, and her fiancé was from Kyoto, where the wedding was to be held. We arrived a few days early. Since we weren't familiar with Japanese customs, we couldn't help with the wedding preparations, so we gave Xiaomin money to handle it herself. Jieyu and I spent the time exploring. After arriving in Japan, I couldn't help but feel respect for the Japanese people. Despite my dislike for them, I couldn't help but admire them for their actions. The cities were remarkably clean; there were hardly any plastic bags or fast food containers on the ground. Their traditional culture had been preserved and maintained its unique characteristics. The people were also incredibly polite; they patiently explained directions in detail when asked, and apologized profusely if they didn't understand, as if they were the ones bothering us.

Kyoto is also a historic city, filled with beautiful Japanese gardens, temples, and shrines. The temples were all quite similar. The day before Xiaomin's wedding, we visited Tenryu-ji Temple, recommended by locals. Kneeling before the Buddha, Jieyu prayed incessantly, tears welling in her eyes. Wearing a purple kimono and wooden clogs, she truly looked like a Japanese woman. I jokingly asked her if she could feel the wind since I'd heard kimonos don't come with underwear. She started punching me repeatedly, and while chasing me, she tripped and fell to the ground, unconscious.

I immediately called Xiaomin to take her to the hospital. While Jieyu was undergoing her examination at the hospital, I paced anxiously in the corridor. A while later, the doctor came out with a very serious expression, muttering something unintelligible. I noticed Xiaomin suddenly burst into tears, and when I asked her what was wrong, she didn't answer, just kept sobbing. I asked him in English, and the doctor told me, "Jieyu has multiple cancers in her body, and it's already in the very late stage. It's probably hopeless. It's strange that someone in such a state would come to Japan for a trip." Hearing

this was like a bolt from the blue. I sat in my chair for a long time, speechless, tears streaming down my face. Actually, Jieyu probably already knew her cancer had relapsed and that there was little hope. For her daughter's wedding and to forever preserve her beautiful image in my heart, she refused all treatment. Now I understand the meaning behind the look on her doctor's face when he spoke to me. I rushed into the ward like a madwoman, hugged Jieyu, and sobbed uncontrollably. Looking at her pale face, my heart broke. This woman had given me all her love selflessly. Was this God's punishment? Making me experience the greatest pain in the world at the happiest time?

Tears fell on Jieyu's face. She slowly woke up, saw my knowing expression, closed her eyes, and wept together. After we calmed down, she resolutely told me she wanted to be discharged; it was too late to do anything now. I obeyed her wishes. I asked the doctor to treat her with the best medicine, to prolong her life for as long as possible, no matter the cost.

The wedding proceeded as planned the next day. My mind was in turmoil; I just wanted it to end quickly. Due to these special circumstances, the groom's parents were very cooperative. After we finished our expected formalities, we hurriedly left. Our flight back to Shanghai was delayed until night due to heavy fog. In the hotel, despite my strong objections, Jieyu and I made love one last time. It was the saddest sex I've ever had in my life.

On the plane, Jieyu nestled in my arms, recounting the past: the first time she saw me, our first time making love, our child, our promise… As she spoke, her eyes began to change. I called out to her, shaking her shoulders. Jieyu smiled bitterly and said, “Xiaopeng, I’ll be with you again in the next life,” before closing her eyes forever. I wept uncontrollably, holding her tightly. The flight attendant called the captain, but I couldn’t hear a word they were saying. I only felt Jieyu slowly losing warmth in my arms, and then I fainted.

On Jieyu’s tombstone is engraved—To my beloved wife, Jieyu, husband Xiaopeng. I stayed at her grave for a whole week, barely eating or drinking. She was my wife, yet I never received a title; I gave her pleasure, but not happiness. It was all fate playing tricks on me; perhaps it was all something I was never meant to have. While sorting through her belongings, I found the sachet containing her hair. I burned everything else for her to take with her, keeping only this one—perhaps a token for us to recognize each other in the next life.

I handed the company over to my brother-in-law, and divided my assets into three parts: one for Xiaomin, one for Xiaoqian and her unborn child. I've already made one mistake, and I don't want to make another. I must fulfill my responsibilities to my wife and son back home; I can't wait until I lose them to realize their value. On my way home, I received a message from Xiaoqian: "Don't run away from me."
[The End]

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