[Urban] A Naturally Lucky Playboy (Complete) - 1

[Synopsis] "

Drinking Alone Under the Moon "—Do

you not see the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?

Do you not see the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening? Life is short, so seize the day and enjoy it to the fullest; don't let the golden goblet stand empty before the moon. Heaven has endowed me with talent, which will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return. Let us slaughter sheep and oxen for merriment, and drink three hundred cups in one go! Master Cen, Master Danqiu, let us drink! Don't stop the cup! I will sing you a song; please lend me your ear. Bells and drums, delicacies and jade are not precious enough; I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up. Since ancient times, sages and worthies have all been lonely; only drinkers have left their names. King Chen once feasted at Ping Le, drinking ten thousand cups of wine and indulging in merriment. Why does the host speak of lacking money? Just go and buy some more to drink with you! A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold for a fur coat—call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you the sorrows of ages past. Chapter 001 A Three-Year Amnesty (Part 1) The exams are finally over! The thought of a two-and-a-half-month vacation with no homework is pure bliss. After three years of imprisonment in junior high, it truly feels like a prisoner receiving a general amnesty. However, since it's the junior high exam, compared to the college entrance exam three years later, it can only be called a minor amnesty. Today we'll start estimating scores and filling out college applications. It sounds very important, as if it concerns every student's future, but for me, there's nothing to worry about. It's simply a matter of whether I get into a top high school (10%) or a regular high school (90%). The junior high school entrance rate is quite high now, averaging 76% in the city and even higher in the urban area, nearly 87%, roughly the same as last year's college entrance exam average. Although my junior high school isn't a top-tier school, given my consistently top-six ranking since entering junior high, getting into a good high school is definitely not a problem. Although it's repeatedly emphasized that there should be no fast or slow classes, and that all students should be treated equally without discrimination based on grades, in reality, how many schools aren't finding ways to divide classes? In our school, for example, from the very beginning of the third year of junior high, we divided the classes into different tiers, basically based on academic performance. Classes one and two were the "fast classes," aiming for top-tier high schools; classes three and four were the "regular classes," obviously for students preparing for regular high schools; classes five and six were the "slow classes," mainly for vocational high schools and technical schools, and those who didn't get into regular schools usually ended up here. I was in class three, which was considered one of the better classes in the regular classes. Sorry, I forgot to mention, the top six I mentioned earlier also referred to my ranking in class three. Oh well, people are vain, and besides, what I'm saying isn't entirely untrue, haha. Because of this, plus the fact that my student number has always been number 6 from elementary school to junior high (since student numbers are usually sorted by the number of strokes in the surname, and my surname is Ye, so it naturally comes first; so far, the only surnames ahead of me are Ding, Wang, Fang, and Tian; theoretically, there should be others like Niu, Mu, Bai, and Shi, but I haven't encountered any yet), I almost got the nickname "Six-Er" (六儿), which, in Hangzhou dialect, means someone is an idiot. I nipped this dangerous signal in the bud with my fist; if I got that nickname, how embarrassing would that be? It's still early, just past eight o'clock, and it's Saturday, so the teachers haven't arrived yet, and the classroom is noisy. Students are all holding the answer key they received yesterday, asking each other how they did on the exam and what schools they plan to apply to. Seriously, what's there to argue about? Do you think you're the top students in Class 1 or 2, trying to get into a key school? People should know their own limitations. For us, unless some miracle happens that breaks the mold, we'll generally just naturally get into the affiliated high school of our school, just like going from elementary to middle school. It's a school close to home, only a ten-minute bike ride away, so there's no need to worry about not knowing the way. I've already checked the route; it's near the city library, which will make borrowing books much easier. "Xiao Xin, how did you do on the exam? What school are you planning to apply to?" It was Lin Shiyi, our class beauty, who asked me. My real name is Ye Zixin, but I'm usually called Xiao Xin, especially after "Crayon Shin-chan" became so popular on TV. "I don't know, I'll have to wait for the scores to find out how I did. What about you?" I'm always forgetting things after an exam; I often forget what the questions were as soon as I leave the exam room. Asking me to estimate my score, even with the answer key the teacher gave me, I couldn't remember my own answers. How could I estimate? "I did well on the exam this time, and I'm lucky enough to get into a top-tier middle school. My dad said that even if I'm a few points short, he'll buy me a place in a top-tier middle school. If you also get into No. 5 Middle School, we can be together again." "Your dad's rich, of course it's no problem. But I'm both stupid and poor, so it looks like we won't see each other again. You won't forget about me, will you?" "Of course not! Your grades have improved so quickly, even Teacher Liu praised you. You'll definitely get into No. 5 Middle School. If you're a few points short, I'll ask my dad to pay more for the sponsorship. Otherwise, I won't go to No. 5 Middle School; wherever you go, I'll go too." Like most other places, middle schools named after the local area are naturally considered top-tier middle schools, usually No. 1 Middle School. However, in our area, No. 5 Middle School, with its century-old history, has a higher reputation. It was established in the late Qing Dynasty, and its annual admission score is around 100 points. Besides No. 1 and No. 5 Middle Schools, there are several other middle schools with high educational quality and college entrance rates, but compared to No. 1 and No. 5, they are not considered top-tier. "I wouldn't dare accept that. I can't ruin Miss Lin's bright future, otherwise, your dad might come and run me over with his car." "Pah, pah, pah, run you over my head. Xiao Xin, where are you going to work this summer? Why don't you come with me to my dad's company? I've already talked to my parents, and my mom really wants you to come." "This time I'm going out to work, to see the beautiful landscape of our country, to experience the joys and sorrows of life, to learn that only by enduring hardship can one rise above others." "Great! Great! Wherever you go, I want to go with you." "You? Miss Lin, I'm going to work, not to travel. If you go to work, you won't earn as much in a month as you spend in a day." "Xiao Xin," a fragrant breeze wafted over, and I turned my head to see another beautiful woman beside me, wearing a beige dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and a faint, intoxicating scent of high-end perfume emanating from her. I couldn't help but take a deep breath and chuckled, "Ding Ling, as the student council president, your heavy makeup and violation of student rules set a bad example." Ding Ling is a well-known figure in our school. Not only is she the student council president, but she's also the "school beauty." Wherever she goes, she attracts a bunch of perverts. Ever since she entered our classroom, a large group of lecherous men have shifted their attention from Lin Shiyi to Ding Ling. Ding Ling smiled and said, "Today is our last day in junior high, so the teachers won't bother us. Xiao Xin, smell it, doesn't it smell good?" Ding Ling, like Lin Shiyi, was my classmate in the first and second years of junior high. However, when we were divided into classes in junior high, Ding Ling was placed in the honors class because she consistently ranked among the top three in the school. This time, she was admitted to No. 5 Middle School without taking the entrance exam. "Didn't President Ding already get admitted to No. 5 Middle School? Why is she here today? Is she going to give us some instructions from the school?" Lin Shiyi said sourly. When beautiful women meet, there's bound to be a bit of mutual envy, not to mention I'm the catalyst.

Not to brag, but while I wouldn't call myself dashing or handsome, I'm still pretty popular with girls. Girls have liked being around me since elementary school. But now, my closest friends are only Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi; the other girls have slowly been pushed away by them. I really don't know what they're thinking. When they're together, they can't stand each other, but if another girl tries to talk to me or pass me a note, they immediately unite against her. One of them is the student council president and the school beauty, and the other is our class beauty and the secretary of the Youth League branch; they have a lot of influence over the other girls.

Ding Ling didn't reply to Lin Shiyi. She sat down next to me, took an ID card from her pocket, and handed it to me, saying, "Xiao Xin, your ID card is ready. How are you going to thank me?"

I asked Ding Ling to get my ID card for me a few days ago, and we agreed that I would pick it up from her today. I didn't expect her to bring it to me herself. My birthday just passed, and according to the usual procedures, it would probably take another month to get the certificate. But I needed it urgently, so I asked Ding Ling to get it done for me ahead of time. Ding Ling's father is the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. With the director's daughter involved, the police station would naturally give her face. Besides, I wasn't getting a fake certificate; I was just trying to shorten the processing time. It was a small favor, so why not?

"So, how do you want me to thank you? I can't ask for too much; I'm very poor and can't afford to take you to a fancy hotel."

"We have the afternoon off, and I want you to go shopping with me this afternoon."

Damn, an entire afternoon? Will my legs break? I've experienced this woman's hobby many times, and each time it's as tiring as a long march. Most of the time, they just look and don't buy anything. I really don't know how they can have such a strong interest in it.

Lin Shiyi wouldn't have it, grabbing my hand and saying, "No way, Xiaoxin, you promised me you'd go shopping with me today."

Damn it, when did I ever promise you that? Don't drag me down with you two when you're fighting!

The class fell silent, watching the two beauties bicker over me. Several boys gaped, practically drooling.

"Xiaoxin, you're amazing! You truly are the nemesis of beauties and the enemy of men. What tricks do you have up your sleeve? Teach your brothers a thing or two!"

"Xiaoxin, my admiration for you is like the Yangtze River..."

Damn, they dare to say such a cliché.

"Teach you my foot!"

the two girls replied in unison. After saying that, they looked at each other, finding it funny, and the class erupted in laughter.

My "love triangle" with Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi wasn't exactly a secret at school. I heard even the principal had heard about it. However, since none of our grades had dropped, and Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi were both student leaders, it wasn't easy to deal with it easily, so things remained peaceful. Otherwise, we would have been summoned to the office for a chat long ago.

Actually, there's nothing between us. I just went shopping with them a few times, held hands, and maybe even secretly kissed a few times. My older sisters are both stunning beauties, and I get to admire them for free every day. I'm immune to these budding, green apples. Our school has a relatively strict atmosphere, unlike some nearby schools where couples are everywhere on campus. My sister says that after every holiday, there are always girls who look like middle school students coming to the hospital for abortions. It's truly a sign of the times; people's hearts have grown cold.

Why isn't the homeroom teacher here yet? I'm getting impatient. Two girls kept talking beside me, asking how my exams went, where we were going to play, and whether she looked good in her clothes and smelled nice with her perfume. It was driving me crazy; I had to catch my train at noon. Then the teacher came in, just to help us estimate our scores, suggest schools, have a class meeting, and then announce the end of our three years of junior high. Nothing special. I might as well go to the office and fill out the application forms first. It's the same old thing; no need to think too much. It's not like the college entrance exam, with so many schools to choose from. There are only two key high schools in the city, No. 1 and No. 5; you just have to choose one. Besides the key schools, there are only a few other high schools. Except for some people choosing the next-lower tier of key schools, most people just fill in the high school affiliated with their current school. Those with less-than-ideal grades can apply to vocational high schools or technical schools.

Seeing me get up, the two girls asked in unison, "Where are you going?"

"To the toilet."

It seems I have to use the "urination escape" technique to get rid of their entanglement, otherwise, not only will I not be able to leave the school, but just deciding who to go out with at noon will be a nightmare.

Chapter 002 Three-Year Amnesty (Part 2)

When I arrived at the office, I didn't even say "Report!" and just pushed the door open. Everyone was about to leave, and there was no need to act like a good boy anymore. Besides, my relationship with the homeroom teacher is now quite special; I've even recognized her as my "adopted older sister." If any of my accomplices get into trouble, they all ask me to plead for them. They still can't believe that someone who was once scolded mercilessly, made to stand countless times in the first and second years of junior high, and wrote dozens of self-criticisms, has suddenly become the homeroom teacher's good boy in the third year of junior high, treating me so well—in their words, even a wife wouldn't treat her husband this well. Damn it, is that how it's described? Doesn't that make me an older wife and younger husband? And how am I supposed to find a girlfriend in the future?

There was only our homeroom teacher in the office. Seeing me come in, she asked, "Xiao Xin, how did you do on the exam?"

I smiled and said, "Not bad, maybe still sixth in the class."

I leaned closer and sniffed her: "Sister Ruolan, what perfume are you wearing today? It smells so good."

Our homeroom teacher is a big beauty in the school, named Liu Ruolan, 28 years old this year, and she's transferring to No. 5 Middle School next semester. No. 5 Middle School is a key high school. Although she graduated from Beijing Normal University, transferring from an ordinary junior high school to a key high school requires connections. I heard someone put in a good word for her with the Municipal Education Commission, but I don't know who did it to whom. We're not old enough to study national affairs. If it weren't for political classes, we probably wouldn't even know all the national leaders. We'd rather play some games. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Liu Ruolan was in a good mood: "You little devil, how could you not know what perfume I'm wearing? Where did you run off to last night without saying a word?"

I've been staying at her house for the past few days of exams, enjoying her special tutoring. After all, I'm her adopted brother. I felt good about the exams this time, largely due to her intensive pre-exam tutoring. "After being locked up by you for a week, of course I have to go home and sleep a lot after the exams. Otherwise, if you catch me for tutoring again, I'll be exhausted to death."

Liu Ruolan blushed, smacked me on the head, and scolded, "Die my foot, you little devil, you're ungrateful and ungrateful."

"Sister Ruolan, where's my college application form?"

Liu Ruolan took out a form. "Here it is, I've filled out all the applications for you."

I looked at my form and asked, "Why did you fill in No. 5 Middle School?"

In addition to the regular high school I had planned to attend, No. 5 Middle School was also filled in as the first choice.

Liu Ruolan asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Lacking confidence?"

I laughed, "I know my limits. Since I can't get in anyway, I might as well just apply to a regular high school. If I'm lucky,

I might get into a top class or an experimental class. Even if I do apply to a key high school, it'll be No. 1 High School, saving me 10 points." I thought to myself, "You tormented me for three years in junior high; I don't want to be dragged down by you in high school too.

" Liu Ruolan smacked me on the head, "Just apply. If you're really a few points short, as long as you meet the cutoff for No. 1 High School, I'll find a way. Don't you want to spend another three years with your sister? I've spoiled you for nothing."

I don't think she's bragging; she wouldn't say that if she didn't have the ability. But good schools are hard to get into these days. People don't call education a career anymore, they call it an "education industry"—if your scores aren't high enough, money will make up for it. I heard that for even a decent high school, if your score is just one point below the cutoff, it costs 15,000 yuan upfront, and for every additional point below that, it's another 5,000 yuan, and there's no room for negotiation. People who want to get in even need to pull strings. I heard that a school like No. 5 High School costs 50,000 yuan upfront, and they're very selective; if your score is significantly below the cutoff, they won't even bother with money. I can't afford such a "prestigious school," I'd rather die than waste that money. Besides, if I don't have the ability, I'll be dragged down even if I get into a top school.

They filled out the application form before I even estimated my score, but I don't care. If I actually get in, I can't afford the tuition; I can still go to a regular high school. No. 5 High School doesn't need me; it's not a charity. If I can't afford the tuition, they won't accept me even if I'm above the cutoff.

Liu Ruolan put away the forms and asked me, "What are your plans for summer vacation? Why don't you come to my house, I'll tutor you again."

I said, "No, I'm almost brainwashed from studying. This time I'm going to go out and work to earn back my high school tuition."

"Haha, you want to go out and work? You've never even ridden a train, you've never left home alone since you were little. If you go out, you'll either get sold by human traffickers or be deported as a vagrant. Besides, what can you do? You just follow your second sister around handing her perfume and lipstick, and that's all thanks to your second sister, yet you dare to brag about having worked."

Ugh, so infuriating. I hate it when people say I've never been on a plane, train, or ship, as if I'm some kind of country bumpkin who's never seen the world. Besides, it's not like I've never worked before. Every holiday and weekend, I often went to work at a shopping mall with my second sister. My second sister has a great figure and skin, and many shopping malls hire her as a model or a saleswoman. Every time my second sister introduced a product, I would help her hand out cosmetics to customers. The income was quite good, averaging nearly a thousand yuan a month. If my second sister weren't still in high school and didn't have much time, the income would be even higher. For three years of high school, my second sister earned her own tuition fees. Besides, I didn't go to Shanghai to sell cosmetics; I have other "special skills."

"With my intelligence and hard work, why would I be afraid of not finding a job? Even if I can't find a job, I can always be a gigolo and make money."

"You good-for-nothing, you want to be a gigolo? I'll tell your older sister to castrate you with a scalpel."

"Castrate me? Would you really do that?"

"Pah, why wouldn't I? Are you thinking of going to Shanghai to find Zhang Ning?"

"Sister, you're so smart, you have such discerning eyes."

"Stop flattering me. Does your sister know? I'm telling you, she's found a new love and doesn't even want me, her god-sister anymore. She won't even come to tutor you,"

Huo Ruolan said sourly. "What kind of job can you do? Are you going to do that kind of business that requires no capital again?"

I kissed her on the cheek. "You're jealous. Besides, don't you know whether I have the capital or not?"

"I know you have the capital, and a lot of it. What about my cousins? I promised them I'd come with you for a few days during the summer vacation."

"It's not like I'm not coming back. When I go to high school, I'll take them out for a few days during the National Day holiday."

"I'll let you go this time, but what if my cousin comes looking for me?"

"Let them come to Shanghai and arrest me then. I'm leaving now, see you later."

I bent down and took her firm, jade-like breast into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around it. Liu Ruolan trembled, her face flushed as she pushed me away: "You little devil, you're going to die! You're getting bolder and bolder, what if someone comes in?"

"You won't even let me have a taste of your milk, what if I get hungry on the way?"

"Little devil, if you don't leave, I'm going to hit you."

I laughed and ran out of the office, not going back to the classroom to avoid being bothered by Ding Ling and the other girl again. I went to the school gate's reception room, grabbed the bag I had prepared and left there, and headed to the train station. A taxi would only cost 8 yuan.

The timing was pretty good, a little early; the train departed about half an hour after I arrived. I always like to plan ahead and be as meticulous as possible when I do things. I think my personality is quite suited for an office job. I'm patient, persistent, meticulous, and compassionate... Okay, I'm a little ashamed, so I'll stop bragging.

This is truly my first time riding a train. In elementary school, school field trips always involved visiting places like zoos, forest parks, and martyrs' cemeteries. A little later, we'd take school buses to more distant scenic spots. My only chance to ride a train in middle school was missed because I was sick—how regrettable!

It's not peak season yet, so the train isn't crowded. I started thinking about how to respond to my two older sisters. My eldest sister is in Shanghai for further studies and won't be home for a few days. If she's home, I won't have a chance to come out; I'll have to sheepishly go to Liu Ruolan's house for tutoring. Of course, I won't contact her after I get to Shanghai, otherwise she might just grab me and take me home. My second sister is a senior in high school, taking the college entrance exam next month. She's been attending tutoring classes every day, even on weekends, and doesn't get home until very late. This morning I put my travel plans on the breakfast table. By the time she gets home, I'll already be in Shanghai. What can she do to me then? Besides, they both know about Zhang Ning's situation, so there's nothing to worry about. However, I think I'll definitely get a scolding or even a beating when I get home.

Now, my pardon (or perhaps more accurately, a temporary release) has officially begun, lasting two and a half months, before I'm back in prison for three years on September 1st.

Chapter 003: Upon Arrival

After the train sped up, the journey to Shanghai took just over five hours. By 4 PM, I was already standing in the square of Shanghai Railway Station.

After exiting the station, I called Zhang Ning, wanting to give her a surprise. Although I had already told Zhang Ning that I would come to Shanghai to work during my vacation, we hadn't set a specific date. These past few days, I've been busy with the high school entrance exam and haven't contacted her again. Originally, I wasn't in such a hurry to come to Shanghai; I wanted to wait until the results were out and the admissions were confirmed before coming, which would be after June 24th at the earliest. Moreover, opportunities don't come twice; by then, I might not have another chance to come out.

I only knew Zhang Ning's mobile phone number and QQ number. I rarely called her mobile phone; she usually contacted me through QQ. She wanted to give me a phone, but I refused. Mobile phones are common among students now; several classmates have them, but I'm still a poor student, so I don't need to be extravagant. Besides, if I had a phone, my classmates and girls would text me every day, driving me crazy.

The call went through, and Zhang Ning seemed quite surprised to answer: "Xiao Xin, it's you! What are you doing in Shanghai? Have you finished your exams?"

"I missed you, so I came to see you as soon as the exams were over. Are you happy to see me?"

"Really? Weren't you with Liu Ruolan these past few days? You still thought of me?"

"How could I? I've been busy with exams these past few days, I haven't had a moment. You didn't want me to miss high school, did you?"

"You finished your exams the day before yesterday, why didn't you call me?"

Ugh, it's only been a day or two late, it shouldn't be like this.

"Sister Ning, where are you now? I came here to work for you, you're not going to abandon me without calling, are you?"

"If you don't call soon, I really might not want you anymore. You didn't even call first. I'm in Hong Kong right now, I won't be back for a few days. Do you have any money on you? Find a hotel for a couple of days, then go to work on Monday."

"Really? I came here specifically to rely on you, you're not going to leave me homeless, are you?"

"Stop complaining. It's your own fault for not telling me beforehand. Today is Saturday, there aren't many people at the company. Just relax for a couple of days, go to the company on Monday, I'll call and tell them to arrange work."

Since that's how it is, I have no choice but to agree. "Then you'll have to add the cost of the two nights' accommodation to my wages, otherwise I'll lose a lot of money. Hotels cost several hundred a day, I'm just a laborer, I can't afford that."

"You little rascal, you're quite the schemer. When have I ever wronged you?"

"Then what will I do?"

"What else can you do? Just stay by my side and be my secretary."

"Then I'll become your mistress, won't I? Will I have to work 24/7? That means I'll be getting paid three times a day!"

"You are my secretary, after all."

She then told me the company's name and address, and asked me to go see her personal assistant, Fang Xiaoyi, on Monday; she would arrange my work. I had planned this job for many days, but I hadn't anticipated that when I arrived in Shanghai, Zhang Ning wouldn't be there. Luckily, I was careful and had a thousand yuan on me, plus two thousand in my bank account, so I wouldn't be in a real predicament. This time, I only brought a small bag with me, containing a few clothes and books. I took out the map my older sister had brought back from her last trip to Shanghai. Zhang Ning's company was near Huaihai Road, not far from the subway station. It was still early; I might as well scout the area first.

The company wasn't hard to find. I took the subway to Huaihai Road, walked a couple hundred meters, and there it was—a very impressive 30-40 story high-end office building. Standing in front of the floor plan, it clearly indicated that only "Jiuxing" occupied floors 16 through 18. They're really rolling in money! These are all large companies; I noticed other companies usually only occupy one or two floors, but Jiuxing has taken up three. Located on Huaihai Road, in Shanghai's bustling city center, property prices are definitely not low. I've heard that in prime locations in downtown Shanghai, each square meter costs over ten thousand yuan. The floors here are huge, each about a thousand square meters, so three floors would be thirty million yuan. Looking at the floor plan, the 18th floor houses the general manager's office and finance department, the 17th floor the investment department, and the 16th floor the foreign trade and IT departments—it looks like an investment company. I don't know what position Zhang Ning holds in the company. She can arrange for me to work with just a phone call, drives a BMW, and has a personal assistant. She must be at least a senior manager.

I've known Zhang Ning for a year, but I still don't know her background. However, she must be very wealthy, not just ordinary wealthy. She was hospitalized after a car accident. My older sister is a head nurse, and I often stayed with her at the hospital, which is how I met her. She even managed to avoid any scars on her face or body thanks to my special treatment. She stayed in a VIP ward, a private room furnished like a hotel suite, complete with a TV, computer, desk, and sofa. If it weren't for the medical equipment inside, it would be like a presidential suite, and the price wasn't much cheaper than a hotel room. I heard these VIP wards are reserved for high-ranking officials; even wealthy people might not be allowed to stay there. My older sister was already the head nurse of the VIP ward at the time, but I still don't know her background. How could a 23-year-old girl be allowed into such a ward? Nowadays, most large hospitals have VIP wards, and you don't necessarily have to be sick to stay there. Many high-ranking officials or wealthy people come here to recuperate and maintain their health even when they're not sick. Since my eldest sister became the head nurse of the VIP ward, the ward, which was usually sparsely populated, has become lively. Some executives and the like come to stay for a few days every now and then, hoping to get close to my sister and curry favor with her. My sister is both annoyed and amused, and deliberately asks the doctor to prescribe some good medicine for them, since they have plenty of money. The hospital director even joked with my sister that she alone has increased the hospital's revenue by over 100,000 yuan, and she should be given a bonus and recognized as an outstanding employee at the end of the year.

Zhang Ning only had some minor injuries at the time; most people would have been discharged long ago. She had three or four stitches on her face and legs for cuts, as well as some abrasions. She looked a little scared, but they were all minor injuries. However, in order not to have any scars, she insisted on staying in the hospital and using the best medicine. In the end, it was thanks to my "secret weapon" that she not only didn't have a single scar, but even her old freckles disappeared, and her skin became fair and delicate. She was overjoyed, of course, and recognized me as her godbrother. Whenever she had the chance, she'd ask me to play with her and give her even more beauty treatments.

At the time, she was driving a Lexus, worth several hundred thousand yuan. She was rear-ended by a truck. Since the other truck was fully at fault, the repair and medical expenses were covered by their insurance company. The car was only hit from behind and didn't have any major damage—just a dent in the trunk—but she didn't want it. She had the insurance company transfer it to her and bought a new car. When she was discharged from the hospital, she was driving a BMW. She was only 23 years old then, and it was absolutely impossible for her to afford such an expensive imported car on her salary. Even an average boss would have to carefully consider their finances before buying an imported car. Of course, she spent her family's money, and she spent it as if we were buying a bicycle. The Jiangnan region is teeming with wealthy people; a millionaire is nothing to brag about, and tens or even hundreds of millions are not uncommon, though they tend to be low-key and not attract much attention. However, it's rare to see someone like her changing cars as frequently as changing clothes; she must be a "princess" level figure.

I've found a company, but today is Saturday, and most companies are closed. Next, I need to find a place to stay. I can't afford a luxury hotel, so I'll just find a regular star-rated hotel, close to the company. Huaihai Road is a bustling commercial area, so the hotels here won't be too bad. Anyway, I'll ask Zhang Ning to reimburse me, so I shouldn't skimp on myself. I found a nearby hotel and booked a standard room for 298 yuan, but there's a discount, so it's 228 yuan now. I needed my ID card to register, and luckily, I used the one Ding Ling had prepared for me.

After entering the room, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then washed them. It's the first time in my life I've ever washed my own clothes.

The hotel room even had a computer, so I decided to surf the internet for a bit. The internet fee was already included in the room rate, so I figured I might as well use it.

First, I checked what kind of company "Jiuxing Company" was. A quick search brought up the "Jiuxing Group" website. Surprisingly, the chairman and vice-general manager was Zhang Ning, and the general manager and vice-chairman was Xu Qing. The company's main business was investment, including securities, futures, real estate and other industrial investments, and venture capital. They also engaged in import/export trade, software development, and had several manufacturing subsidiaries. I thought that since she was a "princess," she would be a senior manager in her father's company or some other family business. But it seems she's gone all the way, becoming the CEO herself. She and Xu Qing each held key positions, indicating it was a joint venture, with Zhang Ning holding the majority share and serving as chairman. I

opened QQ, and it was constantly buzzing with activity. I divided my friends into three categories, each forming a group: one group consists of classmates from school, another group consists of online friends, and the third group consists of my "savage girlfriends." Looking at what my "savage girlfriends" have posted, Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi are both cursing me for running away without a word, warning me they'll give me a good scolding when I get back. They're still online, thankfully I'm online in stealth mode, otherwise they'd be giving me another dressing down. My second sister hasn't made a move yet; looks like she hasn't seen my note home. My classmates and online friends are just asking how my exams went, how I'm spending my summer vacation, nothing fun, so I logged off.

I'm a little hungry, time to go eat. Besides, it's my first time traveling, and to a bustling metropolis, so of course I need to go out and see the world.

Chapter 004 Shanghai Night (Part 1)

When I came out, the city lights were already on. I didn't know where to go for fun, so I took the subway from People's Square and sat there for a while. It's currently the "plum rain" season, and after several days of continuous rain, today is a rare sunny day without rain, so there are more people out and about in the evening. Sitting alone in the square is actually quite boring; it's just a lot of people and noise. Some elderly men and women are dancing ballroom dances, while couples sit embracing, occasionally making intimate gestures, which passersby seem to ignore. Everyone has a youthful phase, and besides, although Shanghai is big, there aren't many places for romance.

After sitting for a while, I went to get something to eat and then strolled along Nanjing Road. Shanghai doesn't really have many interesting places to visit; the only famous ones are Nanjing Road and the Bund. Nanjing Road is now a pedestrian street, and all I see are people and shopping malls—nothing much to see. I really don't understand why these women love shopping so much; aren't they tired? If I had come out with Ding Ling or Lin Shiyi today, I wouldn't have stopped until I was completely exhausted. Luckily, I've been shopping with them and my sister a lot lately, so my legs haven't gotten too numb yet.

From People's Square to Nanjing Road, and then along Nanjing Road to the Bund, that's quite a distance, probably ten miles.

I sat on the Bund for a while; the scenery there was mostly lights and people. Across the river was the tall TV tower. I had originally planned to go across the river to see it, but I was too tired, so I gave up. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. There

are so many foreigners in Shanghai, especially Black people. I haven't seen many back home, but in just half an hour, I've seen four groups of seven people. Some of them were practically invisible without the lights, darker than the night itself.

Looking at the time, it was almost past nine o'clock, so I started walking back. I didn't take Nanjing Road back; it was too crowded there. I didn't even know which road to take, but as long as it was heading west, I just needed to be able to take a taxi when I got tired. It's rush hour now, and taxis are hard to find. I didn't bring a map with me, so I didn't know which bus to take, and besides, it was crowded. I decided to just walk for now. After all, Huaihai Road is so famous; I wasn't worried about not being able to get back.

This road was relatively quiet, with few large trees lining the streets, dimming even the streetlights and creating a peaceful oasis amidst the hustle and bustle.

Bars and cafes, as well as dance halls, hair salons, and foot massage parlors appeared intermittently on both sides of the road, each with many cars parked in front, all seemingly doing brisk business. Men and women, alone or in groups, frequently went in, and couples would emerge and drive away, making it resemble a red-light district. Society is more open now, and all sorts of things have come in. Things like gangsters and red-light districts, previously only seen in Hong Kong, Taiwanese, and foreign films, have appeared, though underground, of course. China is still a socialist country, and its people are relatively conservative about sex; there aren't the overtly blatant brothels and casinos found in other countries.

Shanghai, as an international metropolis, is no exception; it seems to have several well-known red-light districts. Perhaps due to concerns about impacting the "investment environment," catering to the special needs of foreign businesses, or even involvement with organized crime or other reasons, the government rarely intervenes. They only crack down on these activities during holidays, after which things return to normal. Everyone is used to it, understanding the situation and each getting what they need.

Although it's called a red-light district, it's not publicly known. Aside from those with ulterior motives, it's difficult for the average person to know the exact address, especially for some high-end establishments that operate on a membership system, making them even less known to outsiders. It's like those "hair salon streets" in some places; everyone expects them to be a mixed bag, but getting a clear picture of which establishments are actually engaged in prostitution is no easy task. You have to go in first and then probe. Of course, there are exceptions, like someone wearing only a vest and shorts in the cold weather, but that makes one wonder if they've been scammed.

Generally speaking, red-light districts offer only a few types of services: the most common is men seeking women, then women seeking men, and then men seeking men and women seeking women—each with its own territory. These are all ancient professions, but in China, only brothels where men sought women were widely known in the past. The latter three (brothels, brothels, and other similar establishments) were kept very secret, only gradually surfacing and becoming known in recent years.

A thought struck me, and I stopped to observe. I'd been idle these past two days anyway, so why not come here and work a little, earn some extra money?

I'm here to work, not to seek pleasure, so of course I won't be looking for women. I'm surrounded by beautiful women, and I've slept with several already; there's no need to come here to spend money on women, and I might even get a disease. I thought becoming a male escort for a night wouldn't be bad—I could play with beautiful women and make money at the same time; it's a win-win situation. At home, I could only dream about it, but never had the opportunity. First, my sister kept a close eye on me; second, without an introduction, I couldn't get into the industry. Besides, "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow"—if I ran into an acquaintance, I'd lose all face. Besides, I just turned 16, so I'm probably too young to do this kind of work. While there are older women who enjoy dating younger women, wouldn't I be setting myself up for less? I dream of meeting a young, beautiful, and wealthy woman. It's rare for me to be in Shanghai alone, with no one to bother me, so doing it once in a while would be exciting—just consider it "experiencing life."

These days, you see ads everywhere on the street like "Seeking male and female escorts, monthly salary over 20,000 yuan," but you can't trust those. Newspapers often report on unscrupulous men being scammed, losing "registration fees" and "medical examination fees" before disappearing, or even being secretly filmed and blackmailed during their "internships." Of course, I wouldn't do that, but I imagine the income must be good; if I satisfy the women, the tips won't be small.

The social status of male escorts is very low, even lower than that of female sex workers.

The term "cowboy" originated from Hong Kong and Taiwan. In mainland China, it's generally called "duck," corresponding to the female term "chicken." In written form, it's called "male prostitute." If a man is kept by a wealthy woman, he's called a "male favorite," making it an ancient profession. However, I prefer the more elegant terms "cowboy" or "male favorite." "Male prostitute" sounds too direct and hurts one's self-esteem, and "duck" isn't much better. Also, some male prostitutes nowadays cater specifically to men seeking homosexual relationships, selling their anus—I don't want to be associated with such people. "Cowboy," by convention, specifically refers to male prostitutes who are for women's pleasure, while "male favorite" is even more refined. Generally speaking, cowboys offer short-term services, while male favorites usually represent long-term business relationships.

Chinese people have historically held a patriarchal view of male superiority and female inferiority. It's considered natural for men to have sex with women, but for a man to be used by a woman is a great disgrace. The primary clients of male prostitutes are mostly wealthy housewives living alone, whose husbands have become rich and taken mistresses, leaving them past their prime and seeking sexual gratification from male prostitutes, while also taking revenge on their husbands. Others are women whose husbands are frequently away, living separately, and who occasionally seek pleasure outside the home. Still others are women whose husbands are sexually incompetent and unable to satisfy their wives' needs, leaving them with no choice but to seek solace elsewhere. A smaller segment consists of single women who lack the time or interest in romantic relationships, or women who have been hurt by men and seek release through male prostitutes, like prostitutes, looking to regain some balance from their lost self-esteem. It's easy to imagine that these women are generally not very attractive; they are either older or their bodies have changed. Truly young and beautiful women have no shortage of suitors and have no reason to seek out male prostitutes—it would be too embarrassing for them. If a beautiful woman seeks out a male prostitute, she is often driven by a desire for revenge, and may be even more ruthless in her pursuit of men than men are of women.

Therefore, to pursue this profession, you must be fully prepared mentally. First, you need to correct your aesthetic sense (blind people are ideal candidates for this profession, but unfortunately women don't like them). You must strengthen your patience and resilience (never feel disgusted by ugly women, and ignore body odor). You also need ample physical strength (this is beyond doubt). Don't have too many fantasies; beautiful women won't be yours. If a beautiful woman does come, it's best to stay far away. Beautiful women who seek male prostitutes, aside from a few seeking pleasure and excitement, are mostly psychologically disturbed. If you can't handle sadomasochistic games (SM), it's best to run away for safety.

After observation, I initially selected one. The people coming and going at this bar are a bit different from the others. Most of the customers are single women, but couples frequently come out. Among the "couples," the men are all young and handsome, while the women include many middle-aged women, some of whom are fat and ugly, clearly not normal. It seems this is very likely a "gigolo establishment."

I observed for a while longer and noticed that many of the women here were young and beautiful, some even driving cars – a true "beauty in a luxury car" situation. They seemed to be single white-collar professionals, or mistresses kept by wealthy men, out to "quench their thirst" when their husbands weren't around. With improved living standards, the saying "when you're well-fed and clothed, you think of sex" applies to both men and women, though societal pressures prevent them from being as open about it as men.

I was itching to try it out. I had nothing else to do for the next couple of days, so it wouldn't hurt to work as a gigolo for a bit. I'm qualified for this line of work; I have the "professional qualification." If it came down to "work ability," I could at least get an intermediate-level title, though my experience is still lacking. Over the past six months, I've been with a few women, but none of them were my choice; Liu Ruolan introduced them to me. Since my affair with her last year, she's treated me like her own personal possession, forbidding me from seeing any other women without her permission. My other three clients all came through her connections. Strictly speaking, I'm not a gigolo, more like a "male concubine." The women treat me like a little brother, chatting and laughing with me like siblings, but once we're in bed, the "little brother's" work still has to go on. These past few days, I haven't been with any women for quite a while because of exams. My little brother's been getting a bit swollen and needs some release. Today, I'm going to officially try being a gigolo—it'll relieve my pent-up desire and earn me some money, killing two birds with one stone.

Chapter 005 Shanghai Night (Part 2)

I pushed open the door, found a quiet corner to sit down, and ordered a glass of red wine. The waiter glanced at me a few times but didn't say anything. Although I'm only 16, I haven't seen any laws explicitly prohibiting minors from entering bars. It's not like an internet cafe where you have to register with your ID card now, although it seems like not many places register these days. Besides, anyone between 16 and 18 who earns their main source of income through their own labor is considered a completely natural person under the law.

The bar's lighting was dim, perfect for couples to meet secretly. I looked around; not far away, there were several couples sitting together, chatting and laughing, and there was nothing unusual about them from their appearance. This is, after all, a publicly operated bar, and since it doesn't explicitly state it's a "host club," some unsuspecting tourists might come in to rest. The ground floor is just a cover; everything operates normally. The real "host club" is upstairs. Next to the stairs is an elegant wooden sign that reads "Successful Ladies' Club," with smaller print below: "This club operates on a membership system and is only open to members and successful ladies. Single men are not permitted." Just now, a couple tried to go upstairs, thinking it would be quieter, but were politely refused entry by security. Two girls also went upstairs; since they were women, we assumed they were customers who hadn't stopped them. A moment later, the two girls came running back down, blushing and laughing.

Two girls sat at the table next to me. One laughed and said, "You didn't even look before going upstairs. Now you're a laughingstock."

"And you're one to talk! That gigolo asked if you wanted services, and you said of course!"

"Me? How was I supposed to know it was that kind of place? Of course I want services when I go to a bar, who knew it would be that kind of service?"

"So, do you want those kinds of services?"

"You're the one who's asking for it! Is your boyfriend away on a business trip, so you brought me here to have some fun? Are you still here? Are you planning to take someone home?"

"Pah! You're the one looking for fun. I'm just curious to see what kind of women come here."

There were quite a few women looking for pleasure here, but to the surprise of the two girls and me, there were quite a few young and beautiful ones. They weren't the bloated, rich women we'd imagined. The two girls were astonished that such well-off women would come to male prostitutes. They chatted and laughed, and when they noticed me glancing at them, they blushed, glanced at me, and laughed as they left. They didn't think of me as a male prostitute, but their earlier comments made me feel embarrassed.

Just then, a woman stood up from another corner of the bar and walked gracefully towards me. She asked if I could have a drink with her, and I seemed indifferent. I assumed she was a prostitute. Although the upstairs area was for women to play with men, it didn't mean the women downstairs couldn't be with men.

I noticed she was very fashionable: a long black silk dress, a black scarf, black high-heeled sandals, thick black hair piled on her head, an oval face lightly made up, a delicate nose, bright eyes, and a pair of full breasts that stood out prominently, creating a deep cleavage beneath her clothes. She exuded an elegant, intellectual beauty that made one hesitant to look directly at her… In short, she had a very noble air. I thought, times have changed, even prostitutes have changed. Of course, Shanghai is no ordinary place; the best prostitutes in the country should be concentrated here.

I didn't have a cigarette, so she took one out herself, casually picked up a lighter from the table, lit it, held it between her slender middle and index fingers, elegantly took a puff, and slowly exhaled, the smoke swirling and blurring her face. I saw her delicate fingers gleam alluringly in the dimly lit bar, and I knew she was wearing nail polish. Then I guessed her toenails might also be polished. These small adornments added a touch of sensuality to her elegance. Sitting across from her, I started daydreaming. I wondered how she would react if I kissed her nails and toenails. As I thought this, my eyes must have gleamed with a dazed light, and my face flushed slightly. My gaze drifted across her face, and she glanced at me occasionally, her eyelids drooping. That nonchalant look made my heart race even faster. Damn it, I originally wanted to be a gigolo, but instead of a gigolo, a prostitute came knocking on my door. But seeing her so elegant, I was tempted. I'd had my fill of women these past years; a chance to play with a prostitute wouldn't be bad.

I waited for her to speak. I thought a prostitute not only needed to be sexy, but also had enough wit to amuse her. Moreover, this was not only my first time being a male escort, but also my first time encountering a prostitute, so I didn't know what to say. She remained silent, showing no sign of wanting to speak. I wondered if she was having a bad time lately. Even a "virgin" like me wanted to sleep with her? She glanced at me, "How old are you? Why aren't you studying at home, instead of coming here to drink?"

Damn, it would have been better if she hadn't asked, asking my age right away. Was she worried I was too young and my little brother wouldn't be hard?

"What does age matter, as long as my little brother is big,"

I replied.

She looked at me in surprise, not expecting me to be so lewd right away. She chuckled, "Looks like you're very confident in your little brother. How many girls have you taken advantage of?"

She took a sip of red wine. "You're not from Shanghai, are you? School hasn't let out for break yet, how come you're in Shanghai?"

"I'm in my final year of junior high, I just finished the high school entrance exam, and came to Shanghai for a few days to play and do some odd jobs."

Another woman went upstairs, a middle-aged, overweight woman adorned with jewelry, her face bigger than my butt. Damn, I wonder which duck is going to be unlucky. If she pins him down, he'll either die or break a few ribs.

"Do you know where this is? Looking at people like that will make them misunderstand. This isn't a place for you to work."

"Isn't this just a trading place between men and women? Do you think I'm too young to know these things? Besides, with my skills, if I worked here, I'd be invincible." "I

didn't expect you to be so cunning at such a young age. Have you been watching too many porn movies and reading too many erotic novels? How many women have you even seen before you dare to boast like this? In less than three days, you'll be dead, a dried-up corpse."

"I'm a genius boy, incredibly brave." "

Really? A genius in academics or something else?"

Is she starting to seduce me now?

"I'm an all-around genius, do you want to try?"

As she spoke, a young woman left with a male escort. This young woman was quite attractive, with a good figure, but still not as good as the one opposite. Damn it, why hasn't anyone come looking for me? I'm still waiting to open for business. "It's all that prostitute's fault for ruining my business. Now that everyone sees us sitting opposite each other, who's going to come over? " The prostitute across from me seemed a little annoyed that I was staring at other women.

"You'd better think this through. I'm a very strict examiner. Talk is cheap; you have to prove it."

Are Shanghai prostitutes so arrogant that they even test a client's bedroom skills? You charge by the session, wouldn't a shorter session be better? That way, you can get another client.

"Are you charged by time or by the number of sessions? I can go all night long."

"You're really serious? Are you sure you can handle this?"

You think you can underestimate me just because I'm only 16? Just wait and see what I'm capable of;

you'll be begging for mercy then. "Looks like you won't believe me unless I show you what I'm capable of. So, how much for a night?"

"Dollar or RMB?"

"I don't have dollars. You can't ask for too much; I'm still a student. You need to give me a discount."

"You're paying?"

She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"What? Do you not have to pay for prostitutes in Shanghai?"

I feigned surprise too. Damn, do you think I can't afford it? But I didn't know the going rate. Someone as high-class as her must charge a lot. I wondered if my pockets could handle it.

"Hehehe, you, you're really funny."

She suppressed a laugh. "Let's go then."

I said, "Okay."

We went out together, and unexpectedly, she drove up in a BMW. Seeing my surprised look, she laughed, "What, never seen a woman drive before?"

Damn, this isn't just any prostitute; she's a high-class one. I've heard that some prostitutes in Shanghai specialize in importing goods, earning foreign exchange, living in villas, driving luxury cars, and earning much more than white-collar workers. Is this prostitute bored today and wants to try something different, like eating my little penis? I felt a little scared. These high-class prostitutes usually deal with imported goods; what if she catches some kind of disease and then exports it back to the domestic market?

Seeing my hesitation, she laughed, "What, worried about not having enough money? Don't worry, I like you, I won't let you go bankrupt."

Damn it, is she looking down on me? I got into the car and said, "I'm telling you, you can't ask for an exorbitant price."

The car drove through the dimly lit streets. She drove, occasionally brushing the hair that fell in front of her face. Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a while, I asked, "Where are we going?"

She glanced at me and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

I hesitated, saying, "I...I don't know..."

Because this was my first time hiring a prostitute. She smiled and said, "Then I'll arrange it. Don't worry, I won't sell you off." I said, "Okay."

Shanghai is really big; it took almost an hour to get to her place. We encountered countless red lights and were stuck in traffic the whole way. In the end, I lost all sense of direction, only knowing that we were heading west into the city. Although it took almost an hour, we hadn't gone very far, still in the city center; it was all wasted in traffic. It seems she must have made a lot of money over the years. Her apartment is a high-rise in the city center, four bedrooms and two living rooms, over 100 square meters, which means it costs over a million yuan. The property management fees alone must be a considerable sum. I never thought being a prostitute could lead to this level of success; it's truly a promising career.

Chapter 006 Midnight Cowboy

She led me into the apartment, a four-bedroom, two-living room apartment, with the living room alone being over 50 square meters.

She kicked off her sandals, walked barefoot to the sofa, and sat down, rubbing her feet and sighing, "These shoes are a menace, my feet are killing me."

I changed into slippers, looked around, and sat down next to her. "What do you do for a living?"

From the moment I got in the car, I sensed something was off. Aside from her beauty (most prostitutes are beautiful), her air of superiority was something an ordinary white-collar worker couldn't possess. She drove a BMW and lived in a luxury apartment. She looked to be only twenty-six or twenty-seven; to earn that much money as a prostitute, she'd have to work 24/7. Entering the room, the furnishings were luxurious yet elegant. I figured she was probably a kept woman, a "mistress" whose "husband" was always away, leaving her the house and car for her to enjoy, only returning for a few days at a time, like a caged canary. Bored every day, she sought ways to relieve her boredom, and today she came to me. I had preconceived notions, assuming that women who wanted to have sex with men went to the "club" in that area. I never considered that some women didn't want to find professional male escorts, but preferred to find men on their own to relieve their boredom, feeling that it was cleaner and safer that way.

"Don't you know what I do? Otherwise, why would you be here?"

"Alright, stop playing games with me. I misjudged you, thinking you were..."

"Then what kind of person do you think I am?"

"I think, maybe you're a woman who hasn't been married long, your husband is away, leaving you alone in an empty house, the nights are long, and you want to talk to someone; or maybe your marriage isn't very happy, you and your husband have personality clashes, you just had a fight, and you want to confide in someone; maybe your husband's health isn't good, leaving you sexually unsatisfied, and you want to experience the most wonderful thing in the world; maybe you're a successful career woman, but emotionally empty, men are either scared away by your talent or try to please you for your money, and you're tired of that, wanting to find someone who truly cares for you; maybe... In short, you're a woman who needs a man's company."

"You've got a whole set of theories, so what kind of person are you?"

she asked, smiling at me.

"Well, maybe I'm a boy who lacked maternal love growing up and longs to find a woman to experience the warmth of maternal love; maybe I'm a poor kid struggling to make ends meet and looking for a shortcut to wealth; maybe I'm a recent graduate with no skills, struggling to find suitable work in the bustling city, so I've turned to the entertainment industry, selling my young body as my only means of survival; maybe I'm a lecherous man who wants to play with women but doesn't want to spend money. In short, I'm a man who needs women's company."

"Then the two of us, one needs company, and the other needs company, isn't that a perfect match?"

She smiled at me. "I didn't expect you to be so good at talking. Did you use this trick to fool girls in school?"

"Being eloquent and making women happy is our duty."

"Alright, stop bragging. How old are you? You're already thinking about this kind of work. I bet you've never even held a girl's hand."

"You underestimate me. Maybe I've been with more women than you've been with men."

"You're so amazing, why don't you take off your clothes and let me inspect them first?"

Fine, I'll take them off. What's the big deal? I didn't have many clothes on anyway. I took off my shirt, then my trousers and socks, leaving only my shorts. Although I'm a bit short, I'm quite muscular, and my skin is incredibly white and smooth, much better than a woman's.

She smiled and stroked my body: "Your skin is so nice, cool, smooth, and fine, better than any woman's skin."

She leaned down and smelled me: "What perfume are you wearing? It smells wonderful."

This is my natural body scent, faint, only noticeable up close. My older sisters, after smelling it for a while, would gradually feel hot all over and their hearts would flutter. My body scent had become an aphrodisiac, making them afraid to get too close to me and warning me not to get too close to other women, including female classmates.

She glanced at my crotch, noticing my little brother was still curled up, not moving at all. She chuckled sweetly, "Good skin alone isn't enough; you need real skill too."

As she spoke, she gently ran her fingers across my crotch. "Your little brother isn't even fully grown yet, and you're already expecting him to do the work? That's too uncaring of him."

I blushed and grabbed her hand, which was trying to slip inside my underwear. "He's just shy. He'll warm up to you in a bit and then come out to greet you."

"What if he keeps being shy and won't come out?"

"You don't know we have two treasures in this line of work. Even without him, I can still satisfy you."

"Really?"

she said sweetly, reclining on the sofa, looking at me with half-closed eyes.

I lifted her feet onto my lap: "Let me massage you first, help you relax."

She smiled gently and let me begin, though her face was slightly flushed. My massage technique is quite good; everyone I've massaged praises it, even more professional than those massage girls. This is the result of years of hard practice. My older sister went to a nursing school and became a nurse after graduation. At first, she always had backaches and sore waists, and I would massage her to relieve her fatigue. Later, I even read my sister's medical books and learned about traditional Chinese medicine meridians, which further improved my skills.

I gently asked, "Are you more relaxed now?"

She lay on the sofa, eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying herself. One leg was placed on my thigh for me to massage, while the other slowly rested on my shoulder, her delicate toes playing with my face, and finally, she even put her toes in my mouth.

I cursed inwardly, "Damn woman, I was really fooled at first. I thought you were a prostitute, but it turns out you're a gigolo. Judging by your manner, I wonder how many men you've slept with. Don't you even take a shower first? Are you burning with lust and can't wait?"

My hands didn't stop, and my mouth couldn't stay still either. I had no choice but to diligently suck and lick her jade toes. They had a faint salty taste and a warm fragrance, which was quite pleasant. She seemed to enjoy licking her jade toes. Her jade toes swirled in my mouth, and I accidentally got my tongue caught between her jade toes. I cried out in pain, tilted my head back, and escaped from between her jade toes.

She giggled softly, rolled up her long skirt, hooked her foot, and pressed my head between her legs, my mouth pressing against her honey pot.

Her honey pot was already overflowing with juices, and her black lace panties were already soaked. My face and mouth were covered in her juices. Now, I had no choice but to go along with it and become a gigolo for once. I pulled down her panties, revealing a stunning vulva before me. Her labia majora were a vibrant pink, slightly parted, with a small clitoris peeking out from the intersection of the labia. It seemed she hadn't had much sex yet. I'd heard that a woman's labia, like a man's penis, darken with repeated sexual activity, due to pigment buildup. In pornographic films and online pictures, some women's labia are a deep purplish-red, clearly a sign of excessive indulgence. Her dark, curly pubic hair was clearly carefully trimmed, forming an inverted triangle. I first gently licked her labia from bottom to top several times, then took the clitoris into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

Her long legs stiffened, her soft buttocks tightened inward, and her lower body pressed slightly against my face, as if chasing my tongue, letting out a soft moan. I inserted my tongue into her vagina, parting her labia minora, licking and licking, as if savoring the most delicious food in the world.

Her vagina seemed alive, constantly clamping down on the intruding object. My tongue was trapped at the entrance of her vagina, and my nose was pressed against the clitoris; I could barely breathe and had to pause. Just then, she suddenly said in a soft voice, "No...don't stop...harder..."

I looked up at her; two blushes graced her pretty face, and her alluring eyes seemed somewhat excited, sending her flirtatious glances. Her tender red tongue was sticking out, licking her red lips, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the sofa, wetting a patch.

Even a saint couldn't resist such a sight. I suddenly took her closed labia into my mouth, forcefully squeezing my tongue into the tender red crevice, licking and swallowing the beauty's sweet love juice. At first, she kept calling out "harder," but she was immediately aroused again, letting out soft moans from her tightly clenched lips. Just as I was sucking with slurping sounds, her ten slender toes suddenly curled forward sharply, then spread out dramatically backward. The hand that had been pressing down on my head changed to lifting upward, and her neck arched back desperately. "Ah...I...I'm coming..."

Before she could finish speaking, a stream of sweet vaginal fluid shot into my mouth, which I was sucking greedily. I felt a surge of heat rush to my lower abdomen, and my previously still penis suddenly became erect. One of her jade-like feet was now probing between my legs. Sensing my change, her other leg tightly wrapped around the back of my neck, as if trying to press my head into her body.

I couldn't take it anymore. One hand reached between my legs, pulled out my erect penis, and tried to lift it out from between her legs. Just as I was about to make my next move, she struck first, kicking me backward onto the ground. Because it was carpet, I didn't feel any pain. Before I could react, she was already sitting on my face, yelling, "Open your mouth! Kiss me."

Thinking she was going to do it again, I opened my mouth and took her private parts in, about to lick them again, when a gush of fluid rushed into my mouth—she was urinating in my mouth! What a pervert! Helpless, I could only swallow it down in large gulps, almost choking. Luckily, she didn't urinate much; it was over after five or six gulps, but the feeling was unbearable. It seems being a gigolo really requires being careful around beautiful women; she's a complete pervert.

She sat on my face, her vagina contracting and injecting love juice into my mouth, before finally letting out a sigh of relief, sitting back on the sofa, and kicking my face with her delicate foot: "Okay, don't be angry anymore, go wash your face first." Damn it,

of course I had to wash! I rushed into the bathroom, rinsed my mouth, washed my face vigorously, and then jumped into the bathtub for a shower, trying to wash away the bad luck of the day. I never expected to encounter such a sadist on my first gigolo job; what bad luck! Damn it, I'll never be a gigolo again.

Chapter 007 Passionate Game (Part 1)

Halfway through washing, she walked in. I was startled, but she laughed: "I haven't been this happy in a long time. I didn't expect you to be such a genius gigolo."

She glanced at my droopy little brother, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing: "You, your little brother is really cute."

I covered my genitals, my face flushed.

I don't know what happened, but ever since I had relations with my sister when I was fourteen, my genitals seemed a little different from others. My penis and testicles were the same pure white as my skin, unlike the black ones I'd seen in porn and pictures. Because of this, I didn't dare go swimming with my classmates. My older sister had read many medical books, but she still couldn't figure it out and didn't dare go to the hospital, otherwise, instead of getting better, she'd become a lab rat for research. Another thing that bothers me is that my penis often can't get erect on its own; it only gets hard after drinking a woman's vaginal fluid. It's like a man with severe erectile dysfunction who needs a special aphrodisiac to get an erection. Could it be that I'm using it too early and it's precocious? I hope there won't be any aftereffects.

She touched my genitals with her hand, but there was no movement. She laughed and asked curiously, "What happened? Weren't

you full of energy just now?" Damn it, it's because you made me angry earlier. I was both ashamed and angry, so I buried my head between her legs and started sucking hard. Her genitals were wet, and with my licking, her vaginal fluid began to gush out again. I had given up halfway, but there was still some residual effect. Before long, my penis was full of life again and stood erect.

She couldn't help but chuckle. There was such a strange thing! Holding my penis, it was only average-sized, no more than 15 centimeters long and barely thick enough to fit in my hand. Compared to the terrifying 20-30 centimeters in those online erotic novels, it was nothing. She laughed, "Pretty small and delicate, huh? I wonder how it is to use?"

I cursed inwardly, "You bitch, daring to look down on me? You'll regret this."

With my penis in her hand, I quickly washed up, dried myself, and followed her out, this time to her large bed in her room. My penis was being led around like a cow being led, and she became the "cowherd," while my manhood was being held captive—I was helpless.

She straddled me, playing with my penis. My penis was erect, the head tightly covered by the foreskin. She tried to roll it back a few times, but couldn't reveal the glans. She laughed, "You were bragging so much earlier, I really thought you'd been a cowherd before. Today, let me deflower you."

She sat on my lower abdomen, gently swaying. I felt a warm, wet sensation there. Her hand reached out from behind her buttocks and grasped my penis, straightening it. Then, she raised her buttocks and slowly sat down. My genitals were suddenly enveloped in a hot, wet sensation. My foreskin rolled back, sending waves of pain through me. I involuntarily twisted my body, groaning in pain. Seeing my pain, she seemed even more excited. She cried out and placed her hands on my chest, stroking it up and down. My two firm, full breasts bounced with her movements, and as her movements quickened, she began to moan incessantly.

"Ah...ah...I'll kill you...oh...it's so swollen, oh...ah..."

"You...get up...ah, hug...me...oh...dear grandma..."

She lifted my head, letting me bite her breast with my teeth. My tongue and I sometimes circled around her nipple, sometimes sucking hard on her breast. She seemed very sensitive to this kind of kiss, her body moving more intensely, up and down like a ramming machine. My lower body also felt increasingly swollen under such intense friction, cooperating with her thrusts.

Her lower body was like a living thing, forcefully sucking my penis in, squeezing and pressing, almost breaking my little brother. In the erotic novels I've read, this seems to be called one of the "famous instruments," extremely rare. Ordinary men simply cannot satisfy them; as soon as she is aroused, she surrenders immediately with a squeezing and pressing. But my lower body can also be considered a "generic"—not only is its shape strange, but its "temperament" is also special, automatically adjusting its size and length according to the woman's pleasure, like a "magic staff." Furthermore, my penis can endure depending on a woman's sexual desire. If a woman doesn't reach orgasm at least three times, I simply can't "surrender." This way, while the women experience extreme pleasure, I often end up hanging in mid-air, because after they're satisfied, they either lack the strength to continue or simply leave me aside, letting my penis remain erect for a long time. Now, my penis is quite swollen again, fitting perfectly with her vagina, the rolled-up foreskin scraping against her labia, bringing her even greater pleasure. She seems to be encountering an opponent like me for the first time, appearing exceptionally excited, her body heaving up and down, almost breaking my penis.

"Oh...oh...suck it, suck it...yes...I want to squeeze you to death...it's so thick...kiss it, oh...it's so swollen...ah...you...I...push...I...ah..."

She was completely lost in a state of sexual ecstasy. I thrust upwards forcefully, starting to give her more pressure, increasing the intensity of her up-and-down movements. Luckily, the bed was soft and very elastic, otherwise my back would have broken.

"Ah...I feel so good...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to...come, I'm going to...come...oh..."

I suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over my lower body, and then I felt the soft skin surrounding my lower body begin to tremble. Streams of vaginal fluid hit my glans, making me feel both hot and itchy. With my strength, such stimulation was not enough to make me surrender; my lower body remained rock hard.

She seemed to be a woman long deprived of her boudoir. After resting for a moment, she began to thrust again, as if trying to drain me dry.

Finally, she collapsed weakly against me, gently stroking my face. "I didn't expect you to be so amazing,"

she said, noticing my still-erect penis inside her, and her vaginal walls squeezed against me a few times. "You're the first man who can give me two or three orgasms without ejaculating yourself. You're quite the little bull."

Looking at the time, it had been over an hour. "How much longer can you go on? I'm exhausted. It's your turn now."

Without hesitation, I rolled over, laying the still-orgasmic beauty on the bed, turning her body to her left, straddling her left leg, and lifting her right leg. With a lift of her buttocks, my still-erect penis plunged into her swollen vagina, and I began to thrust forcefully.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

she moaned weakly. I grabbed her right leg, reached forward with my left hand, and kneaded her breast. "Good sister, are you enjoying it?"

"Enjoy... ah... so good... I've never... felt so good before... ah..."

Hearing the woman's moans beneath me, I thrust even more wildly. "Beauty, am I amazing?" "You... are so amazing... ah... ah... ah... I'm coming again... I'm going to cum again..."

My bedroom skills mainly come from porn and erotic novels. I don't like overly special moves; I stick to the most classic positions, mainly missionary, woman on top, side sex, rear sex, and sitting positions. Of course, oral sex is also indispensable, but it's always me giving them oral sex. Every time I ask them to give me oral sex, they have to say a lot of nice things, and they might not even agree. As for anal sex, I don't do it; I always think it's too disgusting, no different from men engaging in homosexual acts. Although my techniques aren't numerous, they're enough to deal with my older sister and Liu Ruolan. After all, they're introverted and shy young women, not like the lewd and perverted women in pornographic films and novels. My stamina now always leaves them feeling powerless. Initially, it usually only lasted half an hour, but after more than a year of training, I can now last for over an hour without collapsing. I've calculated it a few times, averaging around 100 minutes, equivalent to a standard-length movie. So now we have a secret code for "watching a movie." Also, it's related to speed, frequency, and intensity. Faster movements and greater force result in shorter durations, while gentler treatment lasts longer. Generally speaking, based on 100 minutes, it can range from an hour to over two hours.

The woman in front of me is the first client I've found myself since my "debut," and also the most lewd one.

She was incredibly varied in her techniques. Even when "raping" me, she would sometimes face forward, sometimes backward, and sometimes sit sideways with my legs spread apart. Even now, though she had let me go, she still held the initiative. One moment she'd clamp her legs around my waist, the next she'd clamp them together again, then she'd put her arms around my shoulders, and then she'd doggy-style rear-entry...

Her vagina was truly a "masterpiece," tight and delicate, constantly "biting" and "sucking" at me. Even I, a seasoned veteran with "special skills," was starting to feel the strain. Luckily, my penis had a special ability—it could change length and size according to the woman's needs, and it was also incredibly long-lasting—allowing her to reach several more orgasms. Her strength began to wane; otherwise, my waist and neck would have been broken by her legs.

Finally, she reached another orgasm, her vaginal fluids soaking my glans. I finally couldn't hold back any longer; my penis throbbed, and I ejaculated profusely.

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