Riding bamboo horses, playing with green plums

After graduating from university, I started working in sales, selling products. Many of the bosses in our line of work aren't highly educated; they value relationships and loyalty, so they mostly work in hotels. Not high-class ones, mostly the more tacky kind. The girls earn their money through hard work. The bosses who pay for the drinks have to drink, and if they're drunk and want to touch your breasts, you have to let them. If you're too drunk to continue and go to the toilet to vomit, the bosses follow you in, lift your skirt, take off your underwear, and start having sex with you there. So the toilets in the private rooms are quite large, and they even have condoms, although many bosses don't wear them.

Sometimes I think these girls are really pitiful. They're only around thirty years old, but because they drink too much, smoke too much, and have irregular work schedules, they look old very quickly. But many of them have no choice; single mothers don't have the money to raise children, some even two, so they have to continue. I remember once, not long after we started drinking, a girl went to the toilet, and Mr. Chen, who runs a stamping machine business, followed her in. The locks on the toilets in the private rooms were just for show; they opened with a turn. A few minutes later, there was still no noise. I thought, "What's wrong? Has Mr. Chen changed his ways? He's so obedient!" But soon I heard Mr. Chen shouting. "What the hell are you doing with that?" "Mr. Chen, please, I'm in my fertile period today. I can't go without it. Please, have mercy, please." "Stop whining like that. Take your hand away. Damn, this type (looks like this), is from the North Third Elementary School." "No, please, Mr. Chen, ah!"

Of course, Mr. Chen slapped her across the face. After that, the restroom became quiet. A few minutes later, Mr. Chen came out, swaying his big belly, and was unzipping his pants. I still remember that girl. She had pretty, tall legs and liked to wear red dresses. The fabric looked cheap. She had a round, big butt and looked like she was going to give birth easily. She also had big breasts, although they were a bit like the character "八" (eight), but they were probably natural. When she came out of the restroom, her eye makeup was ruined from crying. She went back to the lounge to touch up her makeup without saying a word. Half an hour later, she returned to sing with the bosses, getting her breasts and buttocks groped.

I wonder if, after being ejaculated inside her by Boss Chen, her vagina, having given birth, was leaking fluid as she walked to the lounge. Anyway, that's pretty much how it is. These bosses and directors, all talk about being enthusiastic about public welfare and helping the disadvantaged, and they do donate a lot of money to charities. They may be loyal and donate a lot of money, but when it comes to having sex with women, they treat them like urinals and don't see anything wrong with it. Last time, one boss actually urinated on a prostitute who was drunk and passed out in the restroom. The bosses who go to these kinds of vulgar places are like this; people with taste and style wouldn't go to these places for cheap sex. The prostitutes here don't have the class or looks of high-class establishments; they're just there to be abused for money.

Normal people, at least someone like me who went to a third-rate university and is pretty average, would feel sorry for me after seeing this. Forget about copying them; I wouldn't even go out with a boss and feel sorry for him getting the prostitutes drunk. As for touching breasts or probing genitals, I have no interest in that. And to be honest, I wouldn't dare work with those prostitutes. Those bosses always mess around with women without condoms, and the prostitutes are easily infected with all sorts of things. It's just that business is done this way here. If the boss has his fun with the women, everything is negotiable. Otherwise, why would I keep coming here to cultivate a relationship with the boss?

But this isn't some big city, all that glitz and glamour. It's a place with lots of working people, and quite a few people still grow rice. It's a place with a huge disparity. When girls grow up, they either go to work on assembly lines in factories, get married, or end up in places where they're exploited. So the more educated girls all leave; they're lucky if they come back a few times a year. My elementary school classmates who were just as good at their studies as me all went to good schools and work in Taipei. If I hadn't done so poorly on my university entrance exams, I wouldn't have come back. The factory manager I work for now is a friend of my dad's, which is why he took me in—someone who couldn't find a good job in Taipei.

Actually, coming back isn't so bad. Living at home saves money, and the salary, though not much, is enough. The only problem is I've never had a girlfriend, so my family tries to set me up with girls. It's better if they don't, because once they do, I start feeling miserable. Yes, the girls they introduce are the obedient, well-behaved type, but most of the girls who stay in this kind of place are... well, it's really rude of me to say this, but I can't get aroused. Some are quite overweight, which is okay, since big breasts can cover up many flaws, but in our area, it's normal to be overweight and dark-skinned. There was one who was really scary; she'd been taking the civil service exam for years, constantly pressured by her parents. She was completely mentally unstable. Although she was quite pretty, thin and fair-skinned, she was really terrifying. Her eyes would widen when she spoke; who knows if she'd suddenly go crazy?

There are some pretty female factory workers, but they don't have much education. Just hearing them smoke and chat during breaks, talking like thugs, their hair dyed a tacky blonde, squatting with their legs spread, smoking, makes my erection go limp. And they all have boyfriends who look like thugs picking them up after get off work. To put it bluntly, I have no right to look down on them. Most of them have only a vocational college diploma, and some even started working after junior high. Most of the fathers here are into drinking, gambling, and whoring; they're barely willing to pay for their sons' education, let alone their daughters. It's a miracle they're not sold to pay off gambling debts. My elementary school classmates from less well-off families are like this. It's quite obvious; in an elementary school class of fifty, those outside the top ten are clearly neglected by their families. It's different from those of us who went to private schools; they all went to the local junior high. Those who didn't do drugs, go astray, or commit crimes are considered very lucky to find work.

At the previous elementary school reunion, several girls were already in jail, and some female classmates got pregnant in junior high school. Now, some of their children have even graduated from elementary school. Saying this might make you think our area is promiscuous or something, but no way! Our elementary school was surrounded by fields. After school, we only played ball and tag, and we rarely even read comics. How could girls who went to the nearby junior high school be deflowered and pregnant? I don't really understand. For someone like me, whose family paid to send me to a private school, graduating junior high school was considered lucky if I'd even held a girl's hand. Girls who went to private schools were also very strict with their families and had difficulty finding boyfriends. How could you imagine someone who went to a public junior high school losing their virginity?

The day before I entered the hall, Sister Aju came over very enthusiastically, saying there was a new "younger sister" today—I'm twenty-nine years old this year. Sister Aju usually refers to "younger sisters" as being a few years older than me, or at least ten years older. She mentioned she'd just graduated from university not long ago, and was already asking Chairman Lin if he wanted her to be taken care of. Chairman Lin didn't react much to the fact that she'd just graduated (as Sister Aju said, at that age, you can believe anything and even eat shit). But Chairman Lin always takes care of new girls with his "little brother," so he just waved it off. I followed Chairman Lin and the others into the private room to wait. Several familiar faces were already seated, one at a time, next to the bosses. I'd just stood up to toast the bosses, about to down my first drink, when Sister Aju brought in the new girl to greet them. Luckily, I drank quickly, or I would have choked and spat out my Skoda.

This girl is actually younger than me, maybe two months younger. I knew it before Sister Aju even introduced her. A college student, that's right, a graduate of the continuing education program at the nearby university of science and technology. Her best friend told me at the last class reunion that she couldn't go because she had class. This "girl" is my elementary school classmate, Liru, who used to train in long jump on the track and field team, and wasn't a very good student. Sister Aju enthusiastically introduced her to the shopkeepers. Liru was wearing a chiffon short dress, the kind with three sleeves but cut-out shoulders, covering her chest and showing little skin. The dress was very short, revealing her legs, and she was wearing white tights. She's only about 1.6 meters tall, and probably hasn't grown taller since sixth grade, but she has a great figure. And probably because of her track and field training, she has a firm, perky butt, round, full thighs, strong calves, and slender ankles and wrists. However, she's no longer a young girl; she doesn't have the smooth, fair skin anymore, and has freckles. Perhaps because of her irregular sleep schedule, her skin tone is a bit yellowish. "Damn, Aju, you didn't flaunt it, you're a real little sister." Chairman Lin said with a smile, one on each side and a handful of breasts on his right. "Oh dear~ I wouldn't flaunt it, Chairman Lin, where does Liru sit?" Sister Aju pulled Liru, who was on her first day at work, over to greet Chairman Lin. Liru bowed respectfully, and Chairman Lin looked her over very carefully from head to toe. "Hello, Chairman Lin." Although Liru greeted Chairman Lin, he didn't look at her face at all, but at her breasts, which were completely covered, and looked disappointed. Chairman Lin liked big breasts the most, and Liru looked to be only a B cup, and hadn't grown much since graduating from elementary school. "Little brother, this little sister is about your age, she can sit over there." Chairman Lin pointed at me, and Sister Aju brought Liru next to me, letting her sit on the far right of the sofa.

After Liru sat down next to me, I was initially quite nervous. It would be really embarrassing if she recognized me. However, the private room wasn't very bright, and we hadn't seen each other for so long, so it was unlikely I'd recognize her. I wasn't nervous for long, and after a couple of drinks, I forgot about her. Anyway, once she was drunk, she wouldn't remember what I looked like. The more awkward part was the drinking game. Liru could really drink! The whiskey in the communal glass, even with all the ice melted, she could chug it down in one go, and after finishing, it was like she'd just drunk water—she didn't even cough. I, on the other hand, couldn't finish it, which was a bit embarrassing and reminded me of elementary school.

Although I went to a third-rate private university, I was a very good student in elementary school. Because I was relatively quiet, I wasn't very good at sports. Once, during a physical fitness test in elementary school, we were paired up, one person doing the test while the other recorded the results. That time, I happened to be in the same group as Liru. Liru did over forty sit-ups in one minute, and I think I did thirty-one. After we finished, Liru smiled at me with her big eyes. I looked at her thick, straight, and somewhat fierce eyebrows and felt embarrassed. But she didn't say anything, just smiled and gave me the paper and pen to record her work, and then moved on to the next task. After that test, I always remembered her slightly smiling but fierce eyebrows, and how every boy would feel their heart race, her faint girlish scent, and her small, developing breasts peeking out from under her soft gym clothes. Later, I would sometimes steal glances at her. Once, a few gossipy girls in the class pressed me to tell them who I liked. I guess they caught me looking at her, so I had to answer honestly. After I told them, they teased the class, and even Liru blushed.

Thinking back to Liru back then makes me a little hard. I have to admit I had good taste; I didn't know anything back then. But because she practiced long jump, Liru's figure was always perfect, and for a primary school girl, her butt shape was simply superb—round and perky. Her face was also more mature than usual, without any baby fat; you could easily mistake her for a high school student. Now, more than a decade later, her figure hasn't changed much, but her face is completely different. She has thick eyebrows, wears heavy makeup, and still smiles as she answers the bosses' questions—whether they like beading or doggy style—but her eyes no longer seem to be smiling.

But the perfume she wears isn't the cheap, overpowering kind. I think the main reason I can't get an erection here isn't because I feel sorry for these girls; it's that I find all the perfumes they use incredibly smelly. The perfume Li Ru was wearing, I don't think it was perfume at all, it smelled more like shampoo. It probably wasn't a typical girly scent, but the soapy smell was quite refreshing. Sitting next to her all night smelling it, it really got me hard.

But it wasn't just me who got hard. Around 11 PM, Mr. Chen, I don't know if he was too lazy to leave or what, called Li Ru over to sit next to him and drink with him. The room was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but I could tell from Mr. Chen's hand that he was touching her. The others were singing, which drowned out the sound. Li Ru's face was against Mr. Chen's leg, moving around as if she was giving him oral sex. I figured Mr. Chen had drunk a few drinks and wouldn't be able to get an erection, so less than half an hour later, he told everyone he had to leave and led Li Ru out.

Later, when I got home, I rummaged through my drawer and found my elementary school graduation yearbook. There was also a photo of Li Ru that I met at the town's train station when I was in the second year of junior high. She gave me a photo booth picture, which I kept in my yearbook. There was only one photo of Liru in the graduation yearbook, wearing a gym uniform. Our gym uniforms were paired with green shorts, and because she had long legs and a good figure, the shorts fit her perfectly; any shorter and they would have been barely shorts. I took off my clothes to shower, but instead picked up the yearbook. Sitting on the toilet, the photo in the yearbook was poorly printed, but Liru looked so innocent and youthful, with her fair, straight, and beautiful legs. I watched her smile at the camera and masturbate. But after a few moments, I remembered that she had probably just finished with Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen was probably already home, too drunk to get up. Liru was probably lying alone on the hotel bed, legs spread, her labia stretched open by Mr. Chen's beaded penis, possibly even torn and bleeding, with pinkish semen flowing from her vagina. Damn, I really wanted to fuck her. I looked at that photo in the yearbook; from elementary school graduation to junior high, I don't know how many times I'd used that photo to masturbate.

The next time I went, I thought Liru would go straight to accompany Chairman Lin after entering the private room, but she didn't. Chairman Lin didn't specifically call her over either; she was still sitting in the corner next to me. I wondered if it was because bringing her out had annoyed Chairman Lin or something. Since that's the case, I'll chat with her for a bit; hopefully, she won't be recognized. "Hey, Sister Ju said you're a college student, and you're doing this to earn tuition fees?" "Ah? Yes, tuition is expensive, and my family has to spend a lot of money. Boss Wang, please take good care of me, here." Liru poured me a glass and then poured herself one, downing it in one gulp. "I'm not the boss, just call me Xiao Wang. I'm just treating these bosses." I raised my glass, first raising it to Liru as a gesture of respect, then raising it high to each of the bosses to show my respect, and then drinking it all in one go. "Great! Bringing Xiao Wang was the right decision. He's so sensible. Here, give him another drink. Our Xiao Wang can hold his liquor!" Before Boss Lin could even speak, Li Ru had already grabbed the bottle and filled my glass.

After a few rounds of toasting, I was exhausted, so I leaned back on the sofa to rest. I don't know if it was the alcohol that emboldened me, but I placed my hand on Liru's thigh, caressing the smooth texture of her silk-stockinged legs. I leaned against her shoulder and inhaled her body odor. Wow, just smelling it makes me hard; am I still a middle school student? "Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, mustering my courage in a rush of blood to my head. But Liru seemed to be returning the toast, having drunk several glasses already, and didn't hear me. So I asked again. "Boyfriend? No, why are you asking? Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Liru seemed to speak politely and naturally, without flinching as my hand moved further in, stroking her inner thigh near her mons pubis. "You're so pretty, let me ask, aren't you focused on your studies instead of getting a boyfriend?" I asked, while reaching inside her panties and stroking her vulva. I honestly didn't know what I was doing; I guess I'd seen too much and was just copying what I saw. "If I do this, I'll have to consider whether my boyfriend cares!" Was she warning me not to touch her like that? Whatever, she was wearing open-crotch pantyhose, wasn't that what letting people touch her meant for her? I slipped my hand inside her panties from the side. Wow, so much pubic hair, thick, coarse, and long, a huge patch, roughly triangular in shape covering her mons pubis. "What are you doing, touching me like that? It feels so good." I scratched her vulva with my middle finger. No, it doesn't feel good, I want to fuck you. When I saw you in middle school, your face was still so innocent. You probably already had the same lewd pubic hair back then, right? I probably lost my virginity back then, right? You're such a slut who needs to be fucked. "I don't care!" I said, touching her neck and smelling it. I really wanted to, like Chairman Chen did that day, just press her head down and make her blow me. But I didn't dare; it felt disrespectful to an elder. "What, what don't you care? Don't care that I'm doing this?"

I couldn't answer Li Ru. I'd drunk too much, and now the rush of alcohol made me dizzy. My hands were numb, and I had no idea what I was picking at; they just felt wet and slippery. But I don't know if I was too rough or if my nails scratched her, because Li Ru shifted her buttocks. Feeling guilty, I pulled my hand away. Li Ru pulled up her underwear, put it back on, straightened her skirt, and then stood up and went to the restroom in the private room. Watching her waddle into the bathroom in her silver platform heels, her hips swaying slightly, I wanted to follow her in, pin her down by the sink, and fuck her hard from behind until her labia were turned inside out, then tell her I was her elementary school classmate who used to have a crush on her and got hard just thinking about her. "Hey kid, hurry up!" Mr. Lin yelled at me, pinching the woman's breasts beside him. "You've come with us so many times, are you tempted this time? Go in and fuck that college student to your heart's content, be a man." Mr. Lin pointed to the bathroom. I understood what he meant, but I… I drank too fast and was still dizzy, my legs were weak. I barely managed to stand up, then slumped back down on the sofa. "Are you really that reckless, young man? You used to be such a heavy drinker!" Mr. Lin released her breasts, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. "Lin Bei will show you what it means to be a dragon still alive at fifty, let's do it." With that, Chairman Lin patted his bulging crotch, opened the bathroom door, went in, and closed it behind him.

I thought Chairman Lin wasn't interested in the petite Li Ru, but wait, these 'bosses' who come to this kind of vulgar place to play with women aren't really interested in these girls. They're rich; they can buy gold-plated cats or keep young prostitutes. It's not like they have any trouble. They just want to be bosses, serve others, take a little blue pill, and use their aging, drug-dependent, stinky dicks to force themselves on these women who dare not resist, showing off their power and taking pleasure in bullying these pitiful, promiscuous women. If I did that, my conscience would be guilty, but I really want to sleep with her… Am I supposed to pursue her openly and honestly, and have her become my girlfriend? No way!

A series of moans began to emanate from the restroom. After all these years, I had no recollection of what Li Ru's voice sounded like. While she no longer had the husky, smoky voice often associated with prostitutes, it was still somewhat hoarse. I hadn't expected that her cries of pleasure while being fucked would be so shrill. Listening to my childhood crush being penetrated without a condom by a drunken man in his fifties, I leaned back on the sofa, inhaling the stench of cigarettes, alcohol, and cheap perfume emanating from the private room. After a while, I became slightly more sober, though my hands and feet were still numb and weak; at least I wasn't as dizzy as when I was trying to stand up. Manager Zhang, as usual, left with his usual mistress, whom he always insisted on ordering a table for. Only two busty, mature women, Fenfen and Ajuan, remained in the room, with Chairman Chen on either side of them singing. I checked my phone; at least ten minutes had passed. Just then, Chairman Lin opened the restroom door and came out. "How was it? Did you enjoy it?" Chairman Chen asked, stopping halfway through his song as he saw Chairman Lin emerge. Mr. Lin's expression, however, seemed less simple. "You're good at blowing, damn, your vagina is loose, you're a limp slut, and your breasts are small." "Sorry, last time I took her out, she was with Lin Bei all night, so it's loose now." Mr. Chen said, grabbing Fenfen's crotch next to him. "Fenfen, Mr. Chen is taking you out to play today, so I'll 'loosen' you too, okay?" "Thank you~ Mr. Chen~" Fenfen returned the favor, grabbing Mr. Chen's penis to thank him. Seeing Mr.

Lin come out, I was already full of alcohol and needed to pee, so I stood up, leaning on the table, and went to the toilet. I pushed open the door, went in, unzipped my pants, and started peeing. Liru was sitting on the floor next to the toilet, in front of the sink, not wearing underwear, her legs spread wide, her head tilted to one side, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Damn, Mr. Lin was feeding the prostitute medicine again. After peeing, I shook my penis to clean it up, squatted down, and looked at Liru. Because she had been given the drug, Liru's cheeks were flushed, like apple cheeks. Her eyes darted left and right, her pupils unfocused, and drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her right middle finger was picking at her vulva, while she was rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. I put my ear close to her slightly parted mouth and heard her moan softly, "Ah...ah...".

Probably because I was next to her, she brought her nose close to her mouth and kept sniffing, then stuck out her tongue and licked behind my ear. I was startled and stood up. She grabbed my thigh, unzipped my pants, and reached into my underwear to pull out my already limp penis. She slapped the glans hard with her tongue, while her right hand stroked my scrotum. Then she swallowed the whole thing, squeezing it with her tongue and the mucous membrane in her mouth, then sucking, spitting it out, and swallowing it again. Looking at Liru, whose features were still similar but completely different from what she used to look like, I felt no excitement or stimulation as she used such skillful blowjob techniques to give me oral sex. Instead, I felt sorry for her. Her skill was so good that she must either be very lewd or she had been selling herself before. I pulled my butt back to try and pull my penis out of her mouth, but she sucked on it and wouldn't let go, almost making it impossible to pull out. "Boss...fuck me...fuck me..." Liru was fiddling with her own vagina while still holding onto my penis. I felt that it was really stupid of me to have felt sorry for her. "Fuck your mother's lousy mother, if you want to fuck, then fuck." I took off my pants and hung them on the hook on the door, knelt in front of Liru, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her very roughly, sticking out my tongue to lick her neck, then sticking it into her mouth and licking her tongue. Her mouth was salty, fuck. Then I grabbed her dress, pulled it up, and took it off completely, revealing her small breasts that had already been unhooked and were not covered by her bra. I understood why she always covered herself up so tightly. Her small, delicate, fair breasts were beautifully shaped, with a large tattoo on each side near her collarbone. The left breast had a demon, and the right breast had several peach-colored flowers blooming on a tree branch. The nipples on her small breasts were large and dark. Sigh, seeing her flat stomach without a belly, with a straight scar on it, and a dark, hairy triangle below.

I stood up, grabbed Liru's hands, and dragged her up from the ground, making her lean against the sink with her buttocks facing me. It was this perky buttock that I had been masturbating to for years. I thrust my penis over, hesitated for a moment, then took a condom from the sink shelf, put it on, and finally inserted my rock-hard penis into the cunt I had wanted to fuck since sixth grade. I thrust into her again and again, and Liru, panting, cried out in pleasure, "Ah... Boss... so good... Boss... harder... ah... so good..."

I don't know if it was because Liru's moans sounded so unrefined, like a cheap prostitute, or if her vagina was just really loose—wearing a condom meant I felt practically nothing—I had no idea what she was trying to say. I almost went soft, so I had to grit my teeth, pull my penis out, remove the condom, and then thrust in hard with every stroke, squeezing out all the semen that had been ejaculated inside. Then I pulled out again and thrust in hard, making sure my glans was gripped deep inside her vagina and in front of her cervix. Finally, I felt a release.

Looking at the back of her head, tied in a small ponytail, her hair swaying back and forth as I fucked her, I suddenly remembered that I used to sit a few seats behind her in elementary school. I would peek at her during class, so I fucked her harder and harder, and she screamed louder and louder. Damn it, those old bastards outside, Lin Bei, I'm not a coward. Li Ru is mine. Every time she comes, I'll fuck her. I'll pay for her to go out with me every time. Every day, she was gang-raped by her hoodlum boyfriend and his gang in her first year of vocational high school. To raise her child, she's already been fucked by hundreds of clients, her pitiful vagina so loose that she's been ejaculated inside her. "Damn...you slutty piece of trash..."

After graduating from university, I started working as a salesperson, selling products. In our line of work, many bosses are the kind who didn't have much education. It's more important to rely on feelings and loyalty, so they all go to hotels. It wasn't very high-class; most people went to the more tacky ones. The girls there earned their money through hard work. The bosses who paid for the service told you to drink, and you had to drink. If they wanted to touch your breasts while you were drunk, you had to let them. If you were too drunk to continue and went to the toilet to vomit, the bosses would follow you in, lift your skirt, take off your underwear, and start having sex with you there. So the toilets in the private rooms were quite large, and they even had condoms, although many of the bosses didn't wear them.

Sometimes I think these girls are really pitiful. They're only around thirty years old, but because they drink too much, smoke too much, and have irregular work schedules, they look old very quickly. But many of them have no choice. Single mothers don't have the money to raise children, some even have two, so they have no choice but to continue. I remember once, not long after we started drinking, a girl went to the toilet, and Mr. Chen, who runs a stamping machine business, followed her in. The locks on the toilets in the private rooms were just for show; they opened with a turn. For the first few minutes, there was no noise. I thought, "What's wrong? Has Mr. Chen changed his ways and become so obedient?" But soon I heard Mr. Chen making loud noises. "What the hell are you doing with that?" "Mr. Chen, please, I'm in my fertile period today, I can't go without it, please have mercy, please." "Stop whining over there, take your hand away, damn it, this type (looks like this), is from the North Third Elementary School." "No, please, Mr. Chen, ah!"

Mr. Chen, of course, slapped her across the face, and then the restroom fell silent. A few minutes later, Mr. Chen came out, swaying his big belly, and was unzipping his pants. I still remember that girl, her legs were pretty, she liked to wear red dresses, the kind that looked cheap, her buttocks were round and big, she looked like she was going to give birth, and she looked like she needed to be fucked, and her breasts were big, although they were a bit like the character "八" (eight), but they should be natural. When she came out of the restroom, her eye makeup was all messed up from crying, she didn't say a word and went back to the lounge to touch up her makeup, half an hour later she came back to sing with the bosses and was touched on the breasts and buttocks. I wonder if, after Mr. Chen ejaculated inside her, her mature vagina, which had given birth, was leaking semen as she walked to the lounge.

Anyway, that's pretty much how it is. These bosses and brothel owners claim to be enthusiastic about public welfare and helping the disadvantaged, and they do donate a lot of money to charities. They may be loyal and generous, but when it comes to women, they treat them like chamber pots without a second thought. Last time, one boss actually urinated on a prostitute who was passed out in the toilet after having sex with her. The bosses who frequent these low-class establishments are like this; people with taste and class wouldn't go to places like this. The prostitutes here don't have the class or looks of high-end establishments; they're just there to make money and have to be abused.

Even a normal person like me, who went to a third-rate university and is just average, would feel sorry for them. Forget about imitating them; I even feel sorry for them when I go with a boss and he's getting the prostitutes drunk. Touching breasts and probing vaginas? I have no interest in that. And to be honest, I wouldn't dare sleep with these prostitutes. Those bosses always mess around with women without condoms; the prostitutes are easily infected with all sorts of things. It's just that's how business is done here. If the boss has his fun with women, everything's negotiable. Otherwise, why would I keep coming here to cultivate a relationship with him?

But this isn't some big city, all that glitz and glamour. It's just a place with lots of working people, and quite a few people still grow rice. It's a place with a huge disparity. When girls grow up, they either go to work on factory assembly lines, get married, or end up in places where they're exploited. So the more educated girls have all left, and it's a miracle if they come back a few times a year. My elementary school classmates who were just as good as me went to good schools and work in Taipei. If I hadn't done so poorly on my university entrance exams, I wouldn't have come back. The factory manager at the place I work for now is a friend of my dad's, which is why he took me in, someone who couldn't find a good job in Taipei.

Actually, coming back isn't so bad. Living at home saves money, and the salary, though not much, is enough. It's just that I haven't had a girlfriend yet, so my family keeps trying to set me up with someone. It would have been better if they hadn't, because once they started, I started feeling really down. Yes, the girls I introduce are the kind who are very obedient and listen to their families. It's just that most of them are the kind of girls who stay in this kind of place and need to be introduced. I'm sorry, it's really rude to say this, but I can't get an erection. Some are quite fat, which is okay, big breasts can cover up many flaws, but in places like ours, it's normal to be fat and dark-skinned. There was one who was really scary; she'd been taking the civil service exam for years, her parents kept pressuring her, she was completely mentally unstable. Although she was quite pretty, thin and fair-skinned, she was really terrifying. Her eyes would widen when she spoke; who knows if she'd suddenly go crazy.

There are some pretty factory workers, but they haven't received much education. Just hearing them smoking and chatting during breaks, talking like thugs, with their tacky blonde hair, squatting with their legs spread, smoking, makes my erection go limp. And they all have boyfriends who look like thugs picking them up after work. To put it bluntly, it's not my place to criticize them. Anyway, most of them graduated from vocational college, and some even started working after finishing junior high school. Most of the fathers here are into drinking, gambling, and womanizing; they're barely willing to pay for their sons' education, let alone their daughters. It's a miracle they haven't been sold to pay off gambling debts. This is the case for most of my elementary school classmates from less well-off families. It's quite obvious; in an elementary school class of fifty, those outside the top ten in grades clearly had no family oversight. It's different from those of us who went to private schools; they all went to the local junior high school. Those who didn't get into drug use, go astray, or commit crimes are considered very lucky to find work.

At a recent elementary school reunion, several were already in jail, and several female classmates got pregnant in junior high, some even having children who have now graduated from elementary school. This might make you think we're a promiscuous place, but no way! Our elementary school was surrounded by fields. After school, all we did was play ball and tag. We hardly even read comics. How could girls who went to the nearby junior high school be deflowered and pregnant? I don't really understand. For someone like me, whose family paid for my private school education, graduating junior high with just one hand in a girl's hand was considered good. Girls in private schools were also very strict with their families and had a hard time finding boyfriends. How could you imagine someone who went to a public junior high school losing their virginity?

The moment I entered the lobby, Sister Aju came over enthusiastically, saying there was a new "younger sister"—I'm twenty-nine this year. Sister Aju usually refers to "younger sisters" as being a few years older than me, or at least ten years older. She said she'd just graduated from university and was already talking to Chairman Lin about whether he wanted her to be taken care of. Chairman Lin didn't react much to the fact that she'd just graduated from university (Sister Aju said at that age, you could believe anything, even shit), but Chairman Lin always takes care of new girls with his penis, so he just waved it off. I followed Chairman Lin and the others into the private room to wait. Several familiar-looking young women were already seated, one at a time, next to the bosses. I had just stood up to toast them and was about to down my first drink when Sister Ju came in with the new girl to greet them. Luckily, I finished mine quickly, or I would have choked and spat out my Scolopendra.

This girl is actually younger than me, maybe two months younger. I knew it before Sister Aju even introduced her. A college student, that's right, a graduate of the continuing education program at the nearby university of science and technology. Her best friend told me at the last class reunion that she couldn't go because she had class. This "girl" is my elementary school classmate, Liru, who used to train in long jump on the track and field team, and wasn't a very good student. Sister Aju enthusiastically introduced her to the shopkeepers. Liru was wearing a chiffon short dress, the kind with three sleeves but cut-out shoulders, covering her chest and showing little skin. The dress was very short, revealing her legs, and she was wearing white tights. She's only about 1.6 meters tall, and probably hasn't grown taller since sixth grade, but she has a great figure. And probably because of her track and field training, she has a firm, perky butt, round, full thighs, strong calves, and slender ankles and wrists. However, she's no longer a young girl; she doesn't have the smooth, fair skin anymore, and has freckles. Perhaps because of her irregular sleep schedule, her skin tone is a bit yellowish. "Damn, Aju, you didn't flaunt it, you're a real little sister." Chairman Lin said with a smile, one on each side and a handful of breasts on his right. "Oh dear~ I wouldn't flaunt it, Chairman Lin, where does Liru sit?" Sister Aju pulled Liru, who was on her first day at work, over to greet Chairman Lin. Liru bowed respectfully, and Chairman Lin looked her over very carefully from head to toe. "Hello, Chairman Lin." Although Liru greeted Chairman Lin, he didn't look at her face at all, but at her breasts, which were completely covered, and looked disappointed. Chairman Lin liked big breasts the most, and Liru looked to be only a B cup, and hadn't grown much since graduating from elementary school. "Little brother, this little sister is about your age, she can sit over there." Chairman Lin pointed at me, and Sister Aju brought Liru next to me, letting her sit on the far right of the sofa.

After Liru sat down next to me, I was initially quite nervous. It would be really embarrassing if she recognized me. However, the private room wasn't very bright, and we hadn't seen each other for so long, so it was unlikely I'd recognize her. I wasn't nervous for long, and after a couple of drinks, I forgot about her. Anyway, once she was drunk, she wouldn't remember what I looked like. The more awkward part was the drinking game. Liru could really drink! The whiskey in the communal glass, even with all the ice melted, she could chug it down in one go, and after finishing, it was like she'd just drunk water—she didn't even cough. I, on the other hand, couldn't finish it, which was a bit embarrassing and reminded me of elementary school.

Although I went to a third-rate private university, I was a very good student in elementary school. Because I was relatively quiet, I wasn't very good at sports. Once, during a physical fitness test in elementary school, we were paired up, one person doing the test while the other recorded the results. That time, I happened to be in the same group as Liru. Liru did over forty sit-ups in one minute, and I think I did thirty-one. After we finished, Liru smiled at me with her big eyes. I looked at her thick, straight, and somewhat fierce eyebrows and felt embarrassed. But she didn't say anything, just smiled and gave me the paper and pen to record her work, and then moved on to the next task. After that test, I always remembered her slightly smiling but fierce eyebrows, and how every boy would feel their heart race, her faint girlish scent, and her small, developing breasts peeking out from under her soft gym clothes. Later, I would sometimes steal glances at her. Once, a few gossipy girls in the class pressed me to tell them who I liked. I guess they caught me looking at her, so I had to answer honestly. After I told them, they teased the class, and even Liru blushed.

Thinking back to Liru back then makes me a little hard. I have to admit I had good taste; I didn't know anything back then. But because she practiced long jump, Liru's figure was always perfect, and for a primary school girl, her butt shape was simply superb—round and perky. Her face was also more mature than usual, without any baby fat; you could easily mistake her for a high school student. Now, more than a decade later, her figure hasn't changed much, but her face is completely different. She has thick eyebrows, wears heavy makeup, and still smiles as she answers the bosses' questions—whether they like beading or doggy style—but her eyes no longer seem to be smiling.

But the perfume she wears isn't the cheap, overpowering kind. I think the main reason I can't get an erection here isn't because I feel sorry for these girls; it's that I find all the perfumes they use incredibly smelly. The perfume Li Ru was wearing, I don't think it was perfume at all, it smelled more like shampoo. It probably wasn't a typical girly scent, but the soapy smell was quite refreshing. Sitting next to her all night smelling it, it really got me hard.

But it wasn't just me who got hard. Around 11 PM, Mr. Chen, I don't know if he was too lazy to leave or what, called Li Ru over to sit next to him and drink with him. The room was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but I could tell from Mr. Chen's hand that he was touching her. The others were singing, which drowned out the sound. Li Ru's face was against Mr. Chen's leg, moving around as if she was giving him oral sex. I figured Mr. Chen had drunk a few drinks and wouldn't be able to get an erection, so less than half an hour later, he told everyone he had to leave and led Li Ru out.

Later, when I got home, I rummaged through my drawer and found my elementary school graduation yearbook. There was also a photo of Li Ru that I met at the town's train station when I was in the second year of junior high. She gave me a photo booth picture, which I kept in my yearbook. There was only one photo of Liru in the graduation yearbook, wearing a gym uniform. Our gym uniforms were paired with green shorts, and because she had long legs and a good figure, the shorts fit her perfectly; any shorter and they would have been barely shorts. I took off my clothes to shower, but instead picked up the yearbook. Sitting on the toilet, the photo in the yearbook was poorly printed, but Liru looked so innocent and youthful, with her fair, straight, and beautiful legs. I watched her smile at the camera and masturbate. But after a few moments, I remembered that she had probably just finished with Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen was probably already home, too drunk to get up. Liru was probably lying alone on the hotel bed, legs spread, her labia stretched open by Mr. Chen's beaded penis, possibly even torn and bleeding, with pinkish semen flowing from her vagina. Damn, I really wanted to fuck her. I looked at that photo in the yearbook; from elementary school graduation to junior high, I don't know how many times I'd used that photo to masturbate.

The next time I went, I thought Liru would go straight to accompany Chairman Lin after entering the private room, but she didn't. Chairman Lin didn't specifically call her over either; she was still sitting in the corner next to me. I wondered if it was because bringing her out had annoyed Chairman Lin or something. Since that's the case, I'll chat with her for a bit; hopefully, she won't be recognized. "Hey, Sister Ju said you're a college student, and you're doing this to earn tuition fees?" "Ah? Yes, tuition is expensive, and my family has to spend a lot of money. Boss Wang, please take good care of me, here." Liru poured me a glass and then poured herself one, downing it in one gulp. "I'm not the boss, just call me Xiao Wang. I'm just treating these bosses." I raised my glass, first raising it to Liru as a gesture of respect, then raising it high to each of the bosses to show my respect, and then drinking it all in one go. "Great! Bringing Xiao Wang was the right decision. He's so sensible. Here, give him another drink. Our Xiao Wang can hold his liquor!" Before Boss Lin could even speak, Li Ru had already grabbed the bottle and filled my glass.

After a few rounds of toasting, I was exhausted, so I leaned back on the sofa to rest. I don't know if it was the alcohol that emboldened me, but I placed my hand on Liru's thigh, caressing the smooth texture of her silk-stockinged legs. I leaned against her shoulder and inhaled her body odor. Wow, just smelling it makes me hard; am I still a middle school student? "Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" I asked, mustering my courage in a rush of blood to my head. But Liru seemed to be returning the toast, having drunk several glasses already, and didn't hear me. So I asked again. "Boyfriend? No, why are you asking? Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Liru seemed to speak politely and naturally, without flinching as my hand moved further in, stroking her inner thigh near her mons pubis. "You're so pretty, let me ask, aren't you focused on your studies instead of getting a boyfriend?" I asked, while reaching inside her panties and stroking her vulva. I honestly didn't know what I was doing; I guess I'd seen too much and was just copying what I saw. "If I do this, I'll have to consider whether my boyfriend cares!" Was she warning me not to touch her like that? Whatever, she was wearing open-crotch pantyhose, wasn't that what letting people touch her meant for her? I slipped my hand inside her panties from the side. Wow, so much pubic hair, thick, coarse, and long, a huge patch, roughly triangular in shape covering her mons pubis. "What are you doing, touching me like that? It feels so good." I scratched her vulva with my middle finger. No, it doesn't feel good, I want to fuck you. When I saw you in middle school, your face was still so innocent. You probably already had the same lewd pubic hair back then, right? I probably lost my virginity back then, right? You're such a slut who needs to be fucked. "I don't care!" I said, touching her neck and smelling it. I really wanted to, like Chairman Chen did that day, just press her head down and make her blow me. But I didn't dare; it felt disrespectful to an elder. "What, what don't you care? Don't care that I'm doing this?"

I couldn't answer Li Ru. I'd drunk too much, and now the rush of alcohol made me dizzy. My hands were numb, and I had no idea what I was picking at; they just felt wet and slippery. But I don't know if I was too rough or if my nails scratched her, because Li Ru shifted her buttocks. Feeling guilty, I pulled my hand away. Li Ru pulled up her underwear, put it back on, straightened her skirt, and then stood up and went to the restroom in the private room. Watching her waddle into the bathroom in her silver platform heels, her hips swaying slightly, I wanted to follow her in, pin her down by the sink, and fuck her hard from behind until her labia were turned inside out, then tell her I was her elementary school classmate who used to have a crush on her and got hard just thinking about her. "Hey kid, hurry up!" Mr. Lin yelled at me, pinching the woman's breasts beside him. "You've come with us so many times, are you tempted this time? Go in and fuck that college student to your heart's content, be a man." Mr. Lin pointed to the bathroom. I understood what he meant, but I… I drank too fast and was still dizzy, my legs were weak. I barely managed to stand up, then slumped back down on the sofa. "Are you really that reckless, young man? You used to be such a heavy drinker!" Mr. Lin released her breasts, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom. "Lin Bei will show you what it means to be a dragon still alive at fifty, let's do it." With that, Chairman Lin patted his bulging crotch, opened the bathroom door, went in, and closed it behind him.

I thought Chairman Lin wasn't interested in the petite Li Ru, but wait, these 'bosses' who come to this kind of vulgar place to play with women aren't really interested in these girls. They're rich; they can buy gold-plated cats or keep young prostitutes. It's not like they have any trouble. They just want to be bosses, serve others, take a little blue pill, and use their aging, drug-dependent, stinky dicks to force themselves on these women who dare not resist, showing off their power and taking pleasure in bullying these pitiful, promiscuous women. If I did that, my conscience would be guilty, but I really want to sleep with her… Am I supposed to pursue her openly and honestly, and have her become my girlfriend? No way!

A series of moans began to emanate from the restroom. After all these years, I had no recollection of what Li Ru's voice sounded like. While she no longer had the husky, smoky voice often associated with prostitutes, it was still somewhat hoarse. I hadn't expected that her cries of pleasure while being fucked would be so shrill. Listening to my childhood crush being penetrated without a condom by a drunken man in his fifties, I leaned back on the sofa, inhaling the stench of cigarettes, alcohol, and cheap perfume emanating from the private room. After a while, I became slightly more sober, though my hands and feet were still numb and weak; at least I wasn't as dizzy as when I was trying to stand up. Manager Zhang, as usual, left with his usual mistress, whom he always insisted on ordering a table for. Only two busty, mature women, Fenfen and Ajuan, remained in the room, with Chairman Chen on either side of them singing. I checked my phone; at least ten minutes had passed. Just then, Chairman Lin opened the restroom door and came out. "How was it? Did you enjoy it?" Chairman Chen asked, stopping halfway through his song as he saw Chairman Lin emerge. Mr. Lin's expression, however, seemed less simple. "You're good at blowing, damn, your vagina is loose, you're a limp slut, and your breasts are small." "Sorry, last time I took her out, she was with Lin Bei all night, so it's loose now." Mr. Chen said, grabbing Fenfen's crotch next to him. "Fenfen, Mr. Chen is taking you out to play today, so I'll 'loosen' you too, okay?" "Thank you~ Mr. Chen~" Fenfen returned the favor, grabbing Mr. Chen's penis to thank him. Seeing Mr.

Lin come out, I was already full of alcohol and needed to pee, so I stood up, leaning on the table, and went to the toilet. I pushed open the door, went in, unzipped my pants, and started peeing. Liru was sitting on the floor next to the toilet, in front of the sink, not wearing underwear, her legs spread wide, her head tilted to one side, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Damn, Mr. Lin was feeding the prostitute medicine again. After peeing, I shook my penis to clean it up, squatted down, and looked at Liru. Because she had been given the drug, Liru's cheeks were flushed, like apple cheeks. Her eyes darted left and right, her pupils unfocused, and drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her right middle finger was picking at her vulva, while she was rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. I put my ear close to her slightly parted mouth and heard her moan softly, "Ah...ah...".

Probably because I was next to her, she brought her nose close to her mouth and kept sniffing, then stuck out her tongue and licked behind my ear. I was startled and stood up. She grabbed my thigh, unzipped my pants, and reached into my underwear to pull out my already limp penis. She slapped the glans hard with her tongue, while her right hand stroked my scrotum. Then she swallowed the whole thing, squeezing it with her tongue and the mucous membrane in her mouth, then sucking, spitting it out, and swallowing it again. Looking at Liru, whose features were still similar but completely different from what she used to look like, I felt no excitement or stimulation as she used such skillful blowjob techniques to give me oral sex. Instead, I felt sorry for her. Her skill was so good that she must either be very lewd or she had been selling herself before. I pulled my butt back to try and pull my penis out of her mouth, but she sucked on it and wouldn't let go, almost making it impossible to pull out. "Boss...fuck me...fuck me..." Liru was fiddling with her own vagina while still holding onto my penis. I felt that it was really stupid of me to have felt sorry for her. "Fuck your mother's lousy mother, if you want to fuck, then fuck." I took off my pants and hung them on the hook on the door, knelt in front of Liru, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her very roughly, sticking out my tongue to lick her neck, then sticking it into her mouth and licking her tongue. Her mouth was salty, fuck. Then I grabbed her dress, pulled it up, and took it off completely, revealing her small breasts that had already been unhooked and were not covered by her bra. I understood why she always covered herself up so tightly. Her small, delicate, fair breasts were beautifully shaped, with a large tattoo on each side near her collarbone. The left breast had a demon, and the right breast had several peach-colored flowers blooming on a tree branch. The nipples on her small breasts were large and dark. Sigh, seeing her flat stomach without a belly, with a straight scar on it, and a dark, hairy triangle below.

I stood up, grabbed Liru's hands, and dragged her up from the ground, making her lean against the sink with her buttocks facing me. It was this perky buttock that I had been masturbating to for years. I thrust my penis over, hesitated for a moment, then took a condom from the sink shelf, put it on, and finally inserted my rock-hard penis into the cunt I had wanted to fuck since sixth grade. I thrust into her again and again, and Liru, panting, cried out in pleasure, "Ah... Boss... so good... Boss... harder... ah... so good..."

I don't know if it was because Liru's moans sounded so unrefined, like a cheap prostitute, or if her vagina was just really loose—wearing a condom meant I felt practically nothing—I had no idea what she was trying to say. I almost went soft, so I had to grit my teeth, pull my penis out, remove the condom, and then thrust in hard with every stroke, squeezing out all the semen that had been ejaculated inside. Then I pulled out again and thrust in hard, making sure my glans was gripped deep inside her vagina and in front of her cervix. Finally, I felt a release.

Looking at the back of her head, tied in a small ponytail, her hair bobbing back and forth as I fucked her, I suddenly remembered that I used to sit a few seats behind her in elementary school. I would peek at her during class, so I fucked her harder and harder, and she screamed louder and louder. "Damn it, those old sluts outside, Lin Bei, I'm not a coward. Li Ru is mine. Every time she comes, I'll fuck her. I'll pay for her out every time. Every day, she'll be gang-raped by her hoodlum boyfriend and his gang in her first year of vocational high school. To raise her child, she's already been fucked by hundreds of clients, her pitiful vagina so loose that she's practically cumming inside her." "Damn... you slutty piece of trash..."

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